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Loquacious [lo·qua·cious] adj. 1. Talkative: tending to talk a great deal. 2. Given to fluent or excessive talk: Garrulous.

Pain was the first things that Kensi noticed. She figured there was no part of her body that didn't hurt in some shape or form. The second thing she noticed was that the room was pretty dark and the third thing she noticed was the lump on the floor across the room. A lump she could only assume to be her partner.

It seemed that anything that could go wrong with this op did in fact go wrong. She and Deeks had got made as law enforcement and the next thing she knew, the earwigs were gone and they were shoved into a van. They both put up a fight, but that only lead to a whack on the head that lead to unconsciousness. When Kensi awoke, Deeks was nowhere in sight. Only the goons were about and they tortured her, trying to get information out of her. She didn't spill a thing, which only made the goons frustrated. That's when they hit her again and that's how she got to this point.

Slowly, but surely, Kensi made her way over to the lump on the ground. It was hard work, because she was pretty sure she had some broken ribs and possibly a bruised kidney. And she knew she has suffered from a concussion. She had also somehow done something to her ankle during this whole ordeal, because she couldn't put any weight on it. This meant she had to crawl over to him but she still made her way over to Deeks.

When she finally got to him, she checked his pulse. When she felt it beating under her hand, she let out a sigh of relief. He was still alive, but he looked worse than she did. He had a black eye and a cut on his forehead that was caked in dried blood. He also had blood stained on his shirt. Worried, Kensi undid the buttons of his shirt. When she saw what they had done to him, she winced in sympathy. Deeks had several fist sized bruised on his chest as well as several lacerations. Kensi didn't know what else was wrong with Deeks, but she knew he had it worse than she.

"Taking my shirt off the first chance you get, eh Fern?" Deeks suddenly said.

Kensi couldn't help but snort. "You wish Deeks."

Deeks sat up and grimaced in pain. "You alright?" He asked, all joking aside.

"I'm fine." Kensi said automatically. When she saw Deeks give her a look of disbelief, she changed her answer to "I've been better, but I'm not dying. Besides, you are way worse than me. What did you do to piss them off?"

"Why do you assume I did something?" Deeks asked innocently.

"Because you can be very annoying at times. Plus the fact you never shut up."

Deeks gave Kensi one of his grins. "There's your answer."

"What?"

"I wouldn't shut up. They would ask me a question and I would tell them an unrelated story. So they would hit me, but that only encouraged me to talk more."

Kensi couldn't help but give him a small smile. Typical Deeks.

They arranged themselves so that they could be comfortable as possible, with Deeks leaning against the wall and Kensi leaning against him.

"So, on a scale from one to ten, how screwed are we?" Deeks asked.

"I would have to say probably about 9.5." Kensi replied.

"9.5? Why's that?"

"Because we are pretty screwed, but we have one thing going for us; we know the rest of the team is out there looking for us."

Deeks nodded in agreement. "Ok…so what are we going to do until then?" He had started to absentmindedly play with Kensi's hair. It was actually comforting to Kensi, so she didn't say anything about it.

"Tell me a story." Kensi said.

"What?"

"Tell me a story. Any story of your choosing."

Deeks was quiet for a moment and then "Have I ever told you about my first kiss?"

"No."

"Well, it all started back in the 5th grade, with a girl named Anna Marie. She was so pretty …"

They spent the next few hours telling stories, from old crushes to stupid things done in college. They even told stories they hadn't planned on telling, like some about their parents (Deeks) and some about old loves (Kensi). They were still talking when they suddenly heard the door open. They both froze, waiting for the person's next move.

They let out a sigh of relief when they heard "Deeks, Kensi?" It was Callen.

"Over here!" Kensi called. She noticed that Deeks was no longer playing with her hair and it surprised her when she realized that she missed it.

Callen made his way over to the injured partners. "Who's hurt worse?"

"Kensi."

"Deeks"

The two partners answered at the same time and glared at the other one when they realized that they did.

"Deeks has a head wound plus severe bruises on his chest."

"Kensi also has severe bruises on her chest, probably a few cracked ribs. Plus she did something to her ankle, because she crawled all the way over here."

Kensi looked at Deeks in surprised. He was awake for that?

Deeks saw the look and grinned. "I saw the whole thing. Plus I was awake when you tried to take advantage of me in my injured stated."

"I was checking your injuries!"

"You just wanted to see me without my shirt."

"You wish."

"You said that earlier. Is that your only retort?"

"It's the only one I can say in mixed company."

Callen looked between the two partners. "Good lord, you sound like a married couple."

"What makes you think I would marry him?" Kensi asked.

"Hey, what's that suppose to mean?"

"It means you are too delicate for my taste."

"For the last time, I am not delicate, I am sensitive. There is a difference."

Callen shook his head as the two partners bickered as the medics took care of them. It's a wonder they are both alive, seeing as the lack the ability to shut up.

Well, I hope this is as well liked as my last series. I got the idea to do stories base off of Word of the Day from annaliesegrace. Her story is "In Time" and I highly recommend it. Anyway, I will only write chapters base off of words that inspire me, so the updates might not be as often.

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Happy reading!