There was a hug meme on tumblr today. There were a lot of great drabbles that got written because of it. Would recommend checking them out :) These were my contributions. As always, the characters aren't mine, they were created by Shane Brennan.
3- Densi –Hurt/Comfort (Prompt Credit: Aprylynn)
The hospital room was filled with people, but everyone was afraid to speak. Some might have looked back on her life as a lonely one. No husband, no children of her own to be here in her final days. But she knew better and they knew better. Henrietta Lange hadn't had a biological family, but she had created one just the same. Her misfit island of lost toys was a stronger and tighter knit group than many families tied by blood. But to create that bond, she had sacrificed herself, playing the puppeteer, the puppets often resenting their strings. In the end though, they were all there, because without her, they wouldn't have each other and without each other, they were all worse off.
Eric was slumped on the floor in the corner of the room, hands resting on his knees, head resting on his hands, tears falling silently down his cheeks. Sam had left the room and was in the hallway talking to the doctor. Nell, her arms wrapped around Callen's shoulders from behind, resting her chin on his head as he slouched in an uncomfortable hospital chair, still holding Hetty's hand. Deeks occupied the other chair, Kensi in his lap, arms clinging tightly to her waist. She kissed his head and smoothed his hair as silent sobs caused his body to shake.
After a few minutes, she caught Sam's eye through the glass walls of the hospital wall as he finished talking to the doctor. As Sam entered, she stood silently, grabbing Deeks' hand to lead him out of the room. Standing, he quickly wiped his eyes with his free hand and motioned for Sam to take the chair.
"Does anyone want coffee?" Kensi asked, breaking the silence. Eric and Nell both shook their heads no; Sam nodded and Callen didn't move. Moving out into the hall and around the corner, Kensi stopped walking and pulled Deeks into an alcove.
"You weren't going to talk in there, but you need to talk now. We're all devastated Deeks, but you're holding something back from me. Something's eating at you; I can see it. Please don't revert back to your old communication skills now, not when I need the new version of you the most."
Taking a deep breath, looking down at the floor, unable to look her in the eye. "I was angry with her. Still am a little. She spent the last year taking everything that made me happy, or everything I thought made me happy, away from me. It was little things, like the desk or the train set or even my motorcycle and I could brush that off as Hetty being Hetty. And then she took you away. And I know that everyone was just doing the job, but I never stopped being angry. I'm not an angry person, Kens. I try very hard in my life not to be an angry person and yet I couldn't stop myself from being mad and a lot of that rage was directed at her. Even after you got back, I stayed angry. I didn't see it until it was too late that she was just making sure that I could stand on my own two feet, see my own worth, see myself belonging, as an agent, as part of this team, as part of this family. And now she's going to die, thinking that I didn't know that and didn't appreciate her." He couldn't stop the tears from falling. She wrapped her arms around him as tightly as possible and as his knees gave out, she brought them slowly to the floor together, her own cheeks streaked with tears she couldn't stop from falling.