"Eric, where are the medics?! He needs help!" Kensi yelled hysterically.
"They should be there." he responded, sounding equally panicked.
As if on cue the medics burst into the room. A couple ran towards Sam's room while 3 other medics sprinted towards Deeks.
Kensi felt useless as she stepped back to let the paramedics do their job. She stared blankly at the scene unfolding in front of her. Blood was seeping through the fingers of the paramedic applying pressure to his bullet hole while another medic was poking and prodding Deeks in random places then shouting out random medical jargon that Kensi was clueless to understanding. Finally after what felt like forever, but couldn't have been more than a minute, they lifted Deeks on a gurney and wheeled him out of the horrid building.
If the team just left a minute earlier, or drove a little faster, they could've prevented that gun shot. If he died because of that- no, don't think like that. He'll be fine. He promised. He couldn't die. Not after she was finally letting him in. Not after she was finally trusting someone more than she ever has before. And especially not after what happened two days ago (which now feels like a lifetime ago). He finally "communicated" to her how he felt. Three years worth of pent up emotions flowed through them in that kiss and the intense stare afterwards. The stare where she could see how much she meant to him in his deep blue eyes. She could not let the last thing she said to him be "I got to stay with Michelle." She needed to finish that "conversation."
"I'm going with you guys." She demanded to the medics once they were outside.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am, but we need to start working on him immediately. There won't be room."
"But-"
"I'm sorry." and they shut the ambulance doors and drove away.
Kensi spun around analyzing what was going on around her. Trying to stay composed. Breathing heavy.
There was Sam coming out of the building on a gurney with Michelle gripping his hand.
For being one of the most physically built guys she knew, Kensi couldn't help but think he looked weak. As they were loading him into the remaining ambulance and Michelle was climbing in after him, Kensi could see a couple cuts and bruises scattered across his face.
But not nearly as much blood that Deeks displayed.
Oh God, so much blood.
She choked on her breath.
Not only was there blood where they shot him, but on his hands and arms and face. Just everywhere.
She felt like she couldn't breathe. What if she never saw those blue eyes again? What if she never got to really tell him what he meant to her?
She shook her head, stop thinking like that. She took a deep breath and tried distracting herself.
That distraction came in the form of Callen escorting Isaac Sidorov into a neighboring police car.
Why isn't he dead?! was the only thought running through her head.
Kensi started marching up to Callen as he tapped on the passenger window, telling the officer to go now that Sidorov was in the car.
"CALLEN!" shouted Kensi.
He spun around as the car started driving away, "What happened? Is everything alright? Is Deeks ok?"
"Where is he going?!"
"Who? Deeks?"
"No! Sidorov! Where is he going?" Kensi demanded.
"Granger said to keep him downtown in the CIA precinct. Keep a low—whoa! Where are you going?"
As soon as he said the words downtown, Kensi spun around and started walking to her car. As she was taking out her keys she felt Callen catch up to her and put a hand on her elbow. "Let go," she hissed.
But he grabbed her shoulder and spun her around to face him, "Where are you going?" he asked again.
"I'm going to kill the son of a bitch!" Tears welled in her eyes as she tried to get out of Callen's grip, but he only made his hold on her stronger. "Now let go!"
"No! Kensi, do you want to go to jail? He's out of our jurisdiction. The CIA and FBI and who knows who else over at Washington want him."
"I don't care!" Her voice cracked as she screamed and tears started streaming down her face. "He hurt Deeks! He beat him! He tortured him! What if he-?" She couldn't finish that sentence as she choked on her sob.
"Kensi," Callen said softly and pulled her into an unexpected hug, the tears and dirt and sweat on her face making his shirt even grimier as she cried into it, "get it together."
Typical Callen. What was that supposed to do? Make her laugh? Only Deeks could make her laugh when she was feeling like crap. That thought only made her sob harder.
Perhaps he sensed that because he then changed tactics. "Look, Kensi, Deeks needs you with him, not in jail."
He was right. And she needed Deeks, and she couldn't be with him if she was in jail.
A few minutes later, after she finally composed herself, she pulled away from Callen and wiped her tear stained cheeks. "You're right. I'm sorry. It's just…me and Deeks….Deeks and I….well, we're partners and –"
"Just stop," he said with a glint in his eye, "I know."
Kensi cocked her head to the side and asked confusedly, "What? You know?"
"Your comms were on." He simply stated with a smirk.
Her mouth dropped open.
"Now, c'mon. Let's go to the hospital. I'll drive," he took her keys from her hand. "You should be there when he wakes up."
A/N: Thanks to all those who reviewed and put this in their favorites and alerts! Really means a lot! Hope you enjoyed this chapter as well!
