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It went wrong. So very wrong. It was a simple job, right? Undercover as a classic married couple. But the inside man decided to flip again, and sold them out.

Deeks and Kensi had been jumped in their "home". They fought for so long, and seemed to be winning until more guys came in without a warning, surprising them from behind. Deeks had his head smashed again and again against the kitchen counter until he collapsed, which caused an enough distraction to have Kensi thrown through the window, taking a boot to the face.

Now here they were, where ever here was, which seemed to be a warehouse. Kensi was just waking up and Deeks still out of it.

Kensi looked around, taking in her surroundings. Everything was a bit fuzzy, her head pounded as she tired to collect her thoughts of what had happened, but nothing immediately jumped out at her. She was tired as ever and hurt everywhere. She pulled at her hands that were bound by rope, tide to a chair. Just great. Then it came back to her: the case, them being sold out and Deeks being attacked.

"Deeks?" She looked up, he sat across from her, still unconscious but also bound. There was a large black and purple bruise on the left side of his pale forehead. "Deeks." She called out to him, but he didn't stir.

"Deeks!" She kept calling, even as her voice cracked. "DEEKS!"

Kensi paused in her yelling, and looked around, finding a door. A broken door looking like it was only being held up by the hinges, but right now she was thankful for that door, it separated them against the footsteps outside their room.

"Gah,"

Turning towards the groaning, she saw Deeks weakly shake his head then wince.

"Deeks," The footsteps were louder and seemed to be filled with more pairs of feet, but no voices. "Deeks,"

"Wah,"

"Wake up, come on Deeks!"

Her partner's head finally lifted after some work. He looked around, disoriented, trying to take in everything even with a muddled mind. His eyes landed on her and for a couple of seconds, confusion clouded his eyes before they widened, his mind finally catching up with what their last events were. He pulled at the ropes that bound him.

"You good?" he asked as he continued to struggle with the bounds.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good." They both kept tugging at their binds, but with each pull they tightened a little more. Blood ran down both their hands but at the moment neither were willing to admit defeat.

"What went wrong?" Deeks asked, breathing hard from the pain that wouldn't let up with his efforts.

"Don't know, looks like our inside man decided to switch sides."

Deeks huffed a laugh. "Yeah, again. Man I never like using those guys, it just doesn't work."

"Yeah, and did you have a better idea?" Sarcasm filled her tone.

"Yeah, and it didn't end with us being tied to a chair."

Kensi rolled her eyes. Shouting came from outside, angry voices cursing in a different language neither agent recognized.

"Uh oh, looks like the kids did something wrong." His voice was uncaring, but he pulled harder at his binds.

"Deeks, stop." She watched as blood seeped out of his wrists and down his fingers. "DEEKS STOP!"

He wasn't getting anywhere. The door slammed open, freezing them both.

"Good morning, agents. Hope you had a nice rest." The speaker walked towards them, smiling warmly at them. "Welcome," he said it as if they were guest.

"Welcome? To what, hell? Got to say man, this place could use a few decorations."

"Aw, funny man. Well, my boys… they like to paint the walls in red, blood from the unfortunate people who dare cross me."

"Wow, you're cheap, you know? It won't cost more then ten bucks for red paint."

He ignored Deeks, and walked around, taking in the two agents in front of him. "How shall we begin our questioning, hmmm? Lets see…"

He grabbed Kensi's face, which had Deeks fighting against the restraints even harder. She pulled her face away, glaring at him, but he simply smiled at her. "I want you to rest first, my beautiful dear, we shall start with your boyfriend first. He seems ready to talk. How bout it, Detective? Wanna go first?"

Deeks smiled as Kensi fought down panic. She couldn't help but notice how he relaxed when they chose him. "I'm just tickled pink at the offer."

The man nodded to his goons, and then they came forward, cutting him lose. She knew Deeks and knew going quietly wasn't an option. He swung, catching guard number two in the jaw before breaking guard number one's nose.

"Excuse me," The man called to him, and Deeks turned to find his partner with a gun to her head.

Freezing, he put his hands up in surrender.

"Grab him,"

This time Deeks didn't struggle. He gave into the pressure and winced when they tugged his arms painfully the wrong way. "Lesson one, Detective. You try and escape, your partner suffers."

Deeks' eyes widened before a knife was plunged into Kensi's leg, missing bone, but it was so sudden she couldn't help but cry out in pain.

"NOO!" he fought against them but they dragged him away. "NOOO!"

And then the door shut. She could still hear his struggles but she looked at the man who was left, the man who stabbed her. He was wiping the blood off the blade with a handkerchief. He looked at her and smiled, but it faded as he kept staring at her, as if seeing her for the first time. "Sorry about that, but that's the rule. Bandage her up and then follow me into the next room. We're going to need you."

He turned and left when another man came forward, with glasses and a bag filled with supplies. He was taping up her leg when she first heard his screams.

"Deeks!" Another pained cry had her struggling against the restraints, doing everything she could to free herself to get to her partner.

"Don't bother struggling." The doctor said casually as if she had complained about the weather. "It will be your turn soon enough."

Then he was up and gone. Another cry of pain had her struggling again, worry seeping through her.

Not only were they being tortured for information, but they had a doctor on deck. Which means they planned on keeping them around for a while.

What seemed like hours, torturous hours they returned with her partner. He was being dragged by the two goons he had taken down earlier both had smiles on there faces.

She looked at Deeks assessing the damage that had been caused. He was bleeding from a number of wounds, knife wounds. Some shallow like slashes some deep like he had been stabbed but the worse was his chest, it was a collection of black and purple bruises littering across his chest.

"Deeks" she said is soft enough that no one could hear her. They put him on a hanger from the ceiling. He was stretched out fully, his feet were barely touching the floor.

"let them sit, maybe she will see what were willing to do to get our answers." he walked over and patted Deeks head. "welcome to hell Deeks" then he was gone.

They had no guards and this place was cheap and crappy enough to see that they weren't being watched. She looked at Deeks and wanted to cry, he was badly beaten cuts ran all along his arms and chest his wrists were bloody and raw from his previous bindings. "Deeks" please wake up, she needed to make sure he was ok she just needed to hear her voice.

"Deeks come on please." but he didn't responded to her calls.

She wasn't sure how long it had been when he finally started to stir. "Gah" his head lifted and he winced, he let out a short pained groan before he bit his lip.

"Deeks" he looked up and smiled at her though it took a lot of effort.

"Hey partner" she said, trying to be calm for his sake at least. "How you doing?" he smiled again but looked down as if to hide his face from her. He readjusted placing his feet against the ground as if to take some weight off his shoulders but as soon as his feet touched on the ground he hissed and pulled back causing him to groan as his shoulders protested.

"Deeks? What's wrong with your feet?"

he shook his head. "nothing nothing." but she already knew. They had beaten the soles of his feet as a warning as a precaution so he couldn't run anytime soon.

"how bout you? You good Fern?" he nodded at her leg which had been bandaged.

She nodded "I'm good"

he smiled a little. "ya but are we?" she knew what he was asking and she feared the same thing. "Ya we will be. They'll find us. No worries they'll find us."

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