A/N- Hey y'all, 2nd chapter, longer than the first. Hope you like it read and review please.
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Two
Army crawling to where he was lying, Kensi whispered to him, "Eric? Are you okay?"
"Kensi?" he responded in a panicked voice.
"Ssh Eric. Yeah, it's me." She helped him sit up, leaning him against the metal railings at the base of the stairs.
"What happened? I was up in Ops when I heard a loud bang, then the electricity went out and I heard gunshots. I didn't know what was going on; neither did Nell." He gasped. "Nell! Where's Nell?!"
"Eric!" Kensi whispered, her voice a gentle warning. "I think they are still in the building so be quiet"
His blue eyes widened behind the miraculously intact glasses. Kensi placed a hand gently on Eric's head and carefully felt the base of his cranium until her hand touched a wet patch in his hair.
Pulling her hand away, she caught a whiff of the undeniable metallic smell of blood permuting the air. She cursed internally. "Eric, when did you bang your head?" she asked concern evident in her tone.
She quickly double checked that there was still no one in their immediate vicinity.
"I- I banged my head?" Eric asked, looking confused and slightly pained.
The room was still. Silent.
Kensi was sure she and Eric were the only two living people in the bull pen.
There were several people laying on the floor. None seemed to be breathing.
"Eric, can you fire a gun?" she queried, hoping he would say 'Yes'.
"Only on Call Of Duty…" he replied apologetically. She pulled her small revolver from her ankle holster and placed it gently in his hands before checking that the safety was on and the mag was full.
She made sure he was fully conscious and gave him a quick tutorial on how to use the gun.
"If need be, you take off the safety, aim at your target's chest, preferably one of THEM, and squeeze the trigger. Okay?" she explained.
He nodded numbly, looking down at the gun in his hands. "What's happening Kensi? Who are those people? How did they find us? Where is everyone else?" He wanted to know, eyes wide.
"I don't know," she replied. "I dont know…" She heard a faint noise in the distance and became alert, pulling out one of her four remaining weapons.
"Eric, we need to move. Now. We are practically sitting ducks here. Come on!" she told him, her voice slightly slurred from the speed at which her words came out, offering him her hand.
She pulled him up to his unsteady feet and wrapped an arm around him for support.
"Eric, I need you to keep an eye out for me, okay? Tell me if you see any movement. ANY, okay? Basically cover me but do not shoot unless it is absolutely positively needed, 'kay? " she asked, glancing up at the young tech.
"Mmhm," he mumbled turning the revolver over in his hands.
She started to tow him to Hetty's office, the closest space that would allow her to gather more of an arsenal and to leave Eric for a moment while she checked the decedents.
She kept turning around every so often while guiding Eric to Hetty's office, just to check. So far she could neither see nor hear anything.
Finally reaching Hetty's desk she placed Eric into the low chair and told him to cover her. "I'm gonna go find them, okay Eric? I want you to have my back, okay? Like Deeks does when him and I are in the field. Oh God, Deeks! Where is he?" she winced at the thought that he could be one of the dead on the floor. She hadn't considered the possibility beforehand and had immediately went into survival mode when the chaos erupted, and the thought of her partner lying on the ground, motionless, made her heart jump to her throat.
As could Sam, Callen, Hetty and Nell. She took a deep breath and steeled herself for what she was about to see.
Tightening her grip on her Sig-Sauer, she hesitantly left the relatively safe shrouded space and advanced on her co-workers bodies.
