"Now there can be two visitors." He looked up to see Callen plop himself in the chair opposite him. Deeks had been sitting in the same spot for three and a half days, only getting up if he really needed to use the bathroom. The nurses must have felt bad for him, because they brought him meals when they could, though he hardly ate any of it.
"Nothing to do at the mission?" He looked back to Kensi, and brushed some hair that had drifted into her face, back behind her ear. After, he traced his fingers along her jaw, taking in each bruise or healing cut marring her skin. He retracted his hand as he heard Callen adjust in his chair, but didn't pull his eyes from her.
"Nothing too important, just paperwork." Callen leaned back in the chair, and ran a hand over his head. He wasn't quite sure what to do in this situation. "So uh, how have things been here?"
"Okay, not much has changed, she ran a fever for a bit yesterday." Callen noted the wince that Deeks let escape at that. "She still hasn't woken up, much less stirred." Callen took in how Deeks was sitting on the edge of his chair, leaning on her bed as if she had some sort of magnetic pull on him.
"She'll come around Deeks, we just have to be patient." So, that might not have been the best advice, he noticed Deeks' slight tensing, but breathed a sigh of relief when he relaxed a few seconds later. "You look like shit, you been sleeping, eating, getting some exercise?" So he was kind of mama bearing, but no big deal.
"I haven't been sleeping too much, but I get enough. The nurses bring me food, and I have to walk to the bathroom." Was it so much that all Deeks wanted was for her to wake up? He had never been overly religious, but he had been praying so much that he was probably catching up to the pope by now.
"Deeks, you re-"
"Knock knock." Callen snapped his head to the door as he was cut off by Nell, who was clutching her precious tablet and a duffle bag. "Am I interrupting?"
"Uhm, no. Actually I was just going to head back." He pushed himself out of the chair, noticing the discomfort in his back already present. he wondered how the hell Deeks had managed to sit in that chair for three days. "Take care of yourself man." He said, patting Deeks on the shoulder before walking out the door.
"Hey," Deeks threw at her, striving to be polite. Nell was almost taken aback by the difference between Marty Deeks, and this guy. She was so used to the carefree and happy Deeks, who joked about her height, and always had something to say that could make her smile.
"Hey, just came to check on her and bring a go bag, you know, for when she gets better and is discharged." She makes sure to stress the when, stating it as a fact, something that will most definitely happen.
She knows she said the right thing, as he lets a small smile out briefly, so brief she almost missed it, but it's there. She sets the bag down, and is about to leave when he stops her.
"Nell?" It's the undertone of desperation in his voice that makes her turn back to him. "I know you have the video of it. Can I see it?" He sounds so broken and meek that it breaks her heart just a little bit. He somehow seems both 20 years younger and older at the same time.
"Oh Deeks, I don't really think that such a good idea." Huge understatement, that would be a disaster, shitstorm of the year.
"Nell, please, I need to see it." She hasn't heard him sound this desperate ever, and although she knows it's not the best idea, she finds herself pulling it up on the tablet.
As Deeks see's the video taken from the traffic cam play out before his eyes, he clenches the hand free of Kensi's. He sees Kensi's car waiting at the intersection, the light still red. Her light turns green, and she's almost in the middle of the intersection when he sees it. First, a woman is hit, crossing the street, but the unmarked car doesn't stop. He flinches as the car makes contact, the tough fronting of the navy car, slaws into the drivers side of Kensi's car. The navy car just backs up, detaching the crushed metal from the other crushed metal, before speeding off.
"Has there been any progress?" He coughs a little, clearing his throat a bit because it's started to feel as though he was swallowing cotton.
"Not yet, but you know we're doing everything." Nell bit her lip as she saw his downcast face, "don't worry, we'll get this asshole." She squeezes his shoulder, before shoving the tablet into her bag, wanting it out of his sight.
He ran his thumb over her hand, for comfort before glancing at the heart rate monitor, making sure the rise and fall was steady.
Nell opened her mouth, about to offer some words of comfort, but the beeping of her phone alerted her to the fact that work was still there.
"We're going to figure this out Deeks, we always do."
Then she turned on her heel, and walked out the door quickly, not wanting to see the broken body of Kensi Blye anymore. If Wonder Woman could be taken down, what did that say about the rest of the normal people?
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