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Chapter 2: …Just Got Longer-

Hiding behind her kitchen doors, Kensi listened to her lock being picked. Finally there was a click and the door opened. Kensi wasn't particularly worried; she did have a dead bolt. What she didn't expect was the edge of bolt cutters to appear in the gap and her bead bolt to fall limp. Quickly Kensi concluded that this was no regular burglary, they were too prepared – whoever it was, was there for her. Kensi thought again about alerting that team but it was too late. Her door was swinging open.

Kensi stayed hidden as a man appeared. He was tall, but not too tall. Muscled, but not overly. With his plain brown hair and dark eyes he was one of those dangerous ones – so like Callen – that could just turn invisible. Kensi knew that even though she was good, there was no way that she could win a fight against him. All she had left was the element of surprise, so she jumped out of her hiding spot.

"Stop! Federal Agent!"

The man reached behind him for his gun and pulled it out. Kensi hesitated, she didn't want blood all over her apartment, but when he went to pull the trigger, Kensi pulled first.

He fell back, blood leaking from the hole in his chest. Damn, Kensi thought, not only am I going have to explain to the neighbours but also I have to clean that up! Following protocol, Kensi walked up to the guy and kicked away his gun. Now the only thing to do was to figure out who the hell this guy was and what he wanted from her.

While his partner picked the lock, he climbed up the fire escape on the back of the building. It wasn't easy by any means, the old iron was creaky and he wasn't a small man. But somehow he made it to her apartment without alerting any of the other neighbours. He picked the lock on the window and squeezed all 6 foot 2 of him through the small opening. He heard a yell from the living room.

"Stop! Federal Agent!"

Damn, so she was awake. Well time to improvise… He looked around the corner and saw his partner raising his gun to shoot but she got there first and his partner fell backwards, blood leaking from his chest. Using the gunshots to cover up his footsteps he walked closer to her. When she walked up to his partner to kick away the gun he saw his chance. She heard the creak in the floorboards and went to turn around but it was too late. He brought his own gun up above his head he swung it down on the back of her head.

Kensi was about to get her phone to let the team know about the dead guy currently bloodying up her living room floor when a creak in the floorboard stopped her. She went to turn around but it was too late. She felt a pain in the back of her head and everything went black.

He lowered his gun and peeled his gaze from the woman crumpled on the floor to the dead man lying beside her.

"You weren't supposed to try and shoot her you moron! You deserve what you got!" He said coldly. But he couldn't dwell on his now dead partner; he still had things to take care of. So he took a knife out of his back pocket and got to work. A smile – if even you could call it that – spread across his face. This was only the beginning.

Deeks woke up on the next morning with a slight headache and dry mouth. He could tell himself that he would never drink again but he knew that was a lie. Their job was too stressful to not have a few drinks after work. As long as he didn't get drunk – and become his worst fear – than he was okay with dealing with a hangover.

After a cup of coffee and a hot shower, Deeks was feeling much better. He got dressed in his usual attire (jeans and one of the plaid shirts that Kensi hated so much) and got in the car to drive to work. Taking a different route to work Deeks was at Ops in less than 15 minutes. Looking around the parking lot Deeks noticed that Kensi's car wasn't there yet. However he didn't worry, she probably just over slept after a night of beer and Top Model.

It was when the clock read 9:31 that Deeks was worried. It was rare that he arrived before Kensi but not impossible. But Kensi had never been late. Honestly neither had he, everyone joked that he showed up late but he was always there by 9:20 (the rest of the team's version of late). Everyone was too scared of Hetty to arrive late to work.

Eric whistled from the balcony and everyone came running, Callen from the firing range, Sam from the gym, and of course Deeks from the bullpen. When everyone was up in Ops Callen looked around confused.

"Deeks… Where's Kensi?"

"I don't know… You guys start working on this one and I'll go check on her."

Callen gave him a nod and turned back to the screen to focus on the briefing. Deeks walked back to the parking lot, thinking. His mind strayed to Kensi. He had only moved back to his own apartment a month ago, when she had finally come back to work. What worried him was how comfortable he was living with Kensi when they weren't even dating (not that he didn't wish). It felt completely natural to leave Kensi notes when he was leaving or when he woke up to start making her breakfast. In the past four months they had become so… domestic.

In the past months Deeks had been constantly arguing with himself. A large part of him wanted to tell Kensi about his feelings. Technically he had already but she was unconscious so it didn't really count. Some days he felt like he could just burst and blurt it out. But an even larger part didn't want to tell her… But he couldn't figure out why! After she was shot it was because she didn't need more stress in her life but it had been months and Deeks hadn't said anything.

If he was honest with himself it was because he was scared. Scared that Kensi wouldn't return his feelings. Scared that if he told her their partnership would be ruined and he would loose his closest friend.

Deeks arrived at Kensi's apartment building and he was shaken out of his thoughts. He didn't know how he even made it there, how preoccupied he was. He locked his car and walked up to her apartment and knew right away that something was wrong. Looking around, nothing looked wrong but Deeks had learned to trust his gut. So he made sure no nosey neighbours were watching and took out his gun.

"Kensi?" He called. He didn't expect a response and wasn't surprised when none came. "Kensi if your sick or just tired make sure your decent, I'm coming in." Deeks' bad feeling only got worse so instead of trying to pick the lock he turned the doorknob. His heart rose into his throat when the door opened, no lock stopping it.

Opening the door all the way Deeks walked in with his gun in front of him. He would have said that her living room was in a state of disarray but that was just how it normally looked. However the dead guy with a bleeding chest was not normally there. Deeks continued through the apartment, clearing all of the rooms, before returning to the living room.

Part of him was relieved that he did not find Kensi in her apartment but when he realized that it did not guarantee she was okay his worry returned tenfold. Deeks looked up at the wall in front of him and his heart stopped. He hadn't thought about that case in five years. But now everything came rushing back…

"One day, Detective. One day I'll get out and I'll make you suffer like my brother did. I'll make you feel all the pain that I did, watching my brother die. And then, only then, will I rest."

Deeks pulled out his phone and called Ops. "Hey Deeks."

Callen and Sam were now the only ones listening to the briefing Nell and Eric were giving about their latest case. They were just about to leave when the Ops phone rang and they heard Eric.

"Hey Deeks." Callen stopped and looked back at the speckled hacker. "Yeah he was just about to leave." Another pause. "You are now…"

Callen and Sam's curiosity was peaked and they continued to listen. Deeks' grave voice came on the line and right away Callen knew that their case was about to be given to another team. "Callen we have a problem…"

Deeks could not rip his eyes away from the wall in front of him while he was talking to Callen. "Callen we have a problem." He almost couldn't breathe when he read the message again. There up on the wall, written in something that looked scarily like blood, was a simple message.

'How does it feel Detective?'

A/N: So here is the next chapter :D I just want to apologize for any timing issues in Kensi's recovery (ex. Like if it seems un realistic) I was basing it off how Callen returned to work after 5 months but I'm not saying I'm an expert or anything. So if you think it is unrealistic just skip that part and keep reading xD The next chapter will be up soon :D

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