When Deeks started to open the door to Kensi's room, he froze. He saw blood on the carpet. Too much blood. He was about to fling the door open when he heard her groan.

"Stop. Don't come in. Don't open the door. You can't see me like this." Kensi sounded very un-Kensi-like. She was pleading with him, her voice weak.

"Is that your blood?" Deeks asked? He wanted to throw the door open, to reassure himself she was alright - but he knew from her voice that she wasn't. He didn't think anything behind the door could be worse than what he was imagining. "Are you ok?"

"Yes." She whispered, barely audible. "It's mine. I'm not ok. But you can't see me like this."

"I'm sitting down outside your door. I won't come in if you're not ready. But Kens, you've lost a lot of blood. You don't sound good. Can you come out? Or can you do what you need to do so I can come in?" He paused. He had no idea what was going on, but he knew it was bad.

"No... I can't move." She sounded broken. Deeks heart was breaking.

"OK. You can't move and you've lost a lot of blood. But you don't want me to see you. What can I do? Do you want me to call Nell? Your mom?" He started, when she cried out

"NO! Don't call them. Don't call anyone. They can't see me like this..." Kensi sounded near hysterics. She was hyperventilating and Deeks was starting to panic.

"Kensi, it's ok. I'm here, and I'm going to wait until you're ready. But if you pass out, I'm going to have to call an ambulance. Do you want me to send in a paramedic or do you want me to come get you?" His heart broke when he heard her start to cry. "What if I close my eyes, or back in? Can I do that?" When she didn't reply, he started counting. If he made it to 100, he was calling Eric. At 89, she spoke.

"Grab the blanket from the couch. Close your eyes, throw it to the bed." In no time, he did exactly that, standing just inside her door with his hand over his eyes and his eyes closed.

"Now what?" He asked. He felt a bit ridiculous, but he would do anything he could to help his partner - and he knew she needed him right now. He wanted nothing more than to scoop her up in his arms and comfort her. But he stood, waiting for directions.

"Turn around, and open your eyes. I'm on the bed... Can you..." her voice trailed off.

"Anything, Kens, anything. Just ask." He said, his voice full of warmth and sadness

"Can you try to cover me without looking at me. Please... I can't let you see me." He did as asked - he slowly backed to the bed, and reached behind him to try to find her and the blanket. He found the blanket and tried to determine where Kensi was. As his body turned, he felt sick - he saw a rope tied to the bed frame, twitching as he felt movement behind him. He suddenly realized what was going on, as bile rose in his throat and anger surged through his body. He quickly pushed it down, and gently continued spreading the blanket as best he could without looking. Tears trickled down his face.

"It's ok. I'm here. Let's get you free."