Authors Note: I own nothing, except the story idea. I wrote this after the idea came from an idea driving home from work on Wednesday night.
The moon was high in the sky when Deeks looked over to Kensi who had reluctantly nodded off about twenty minutes ago; it was understandable, despite her best effort to stay awake. In her condition Kensi should have been in a hospital recovering but it was too dangerous there, someone wanted her dead. This assassin had been slowly killing off every member of her father's team, and with that task complete he had turned his attention to Kensi. No one at NCIS was going to let him have a second chance, his first shot had not done the trick, it had been too low only doing internal damage. Six hours of surgery had fixed her all up, but it would be weeks or months before she would feel herself again but that wouldn't be happening in LA. They were on the run. Deeks smiled as he continued to drive north towards Seattle, but that was not their final destination, not by a long shot. This was just the beginning of what he knew could be a long and trying series of events.
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Deeks grabbed the two duffle bags from the back of the car before walking around to the passenger door to help Kensi. They had been driving for the last eighteen hours and were now in the Yakima Valley of Washington, at a small bed and breakfast in a rural wooded part of the valley. The owner was someone who had once worked with Hetty and she trusted to keep her agents safe. Deeks walked Kensi to the front door of the large farm house, she was struggling to stay on her feet but there was no way she would let him carry her in.
"Mr. and Mrs. Green I presume." said the older gentleman who opened the door as they approached.
Deeks nodded and helped Kensi up the stairs and through the threshold.
"I have set you up with a room upstairs." continued the caretaker.
Deeks followed him up the stairs to the second floor and down the long hall to the end bedroom.
"I will leave you two to settle in," he paused. "Dinner is at six in the kitchen, although I am sure we can arrange for room service if needed."
He could obviously see that Kensi was not in the best of condition.
"Thank you."
He turned to leave but moments later he returned.
"I forgot this is for you." he said handing Deeks an envelope.
Once the bedroom door was finally shut, Deeks tossed the envelope on to the bed and the bags onto the floor before turning to lower Kensi on to the bed. She was exhausted and in pain although he knew she wouldn't say anything. He was able to get her to lie down on her side; he quickly pulled the curtains shut before returning to Kensi.
"Hey, Kens, you okay?" he asked softly.
"Right as rain" she replied.
That was Kensi through and through.
"Can I have a look at your stitches?" he paused waiting for a reaction but got none. "I want to make sure you haven't done anything."
Still nothing, so he risked it, he slowly reached for the lower edge of Kensi tee shirt and slowly pulled it up. There was not blood on the gauze which was a good sign. He chose a corner and carefully peeled back the gauze, Kensi made some quiet grunting sounds probably from him pulling on her tender stitches.
"I'm almost done." he said quickly because he hated to hurt Kensi.
Everything looked good; there was no foreseeable damage from the 18 hours car trip. He replaced the gauze, and pulled her shirt back down.
"Do you need anything?" he asked but she had already fallen asleep.
He smiled heading for the inviting chair across the room, with is gun in his lap, his hand on the grip he allowed himself a nap.