"We can't just stand by and let her die" Hope was uncharacteristically panicked. Usually she was calm and collected. Being a doctor means always stay calm during a stressful situation. Her job demanded it of her. This is different; she' standing over a woman who is hanging on to dear life with two gunshot wounds to her chest- in her husband's consulting room. She is supposed to save a human life where a dog was just treated for arthritis this morning. Her brain was still trying to process everything but her hands were already doing what she was trained to do. She worked fast but still very efficient. After few hours of surgery she was able to repair all the damage done. Luckily there were no complications and the surgery was successful.

She slowly opened her eyes. What she saw was almost breath-taking. It was the most beautiful eyes she has ever laid eyes on. They were the clearest, bluest pools she has ever encountered. The owner of them smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. "You're awake, finally!" He moved over to the door. "Hey guys, she's awake." She heard footsteps. Then a red-haired woman entered the room. She had a statoscope around her neck. Her green dress complimented her fair skin and green eyes perfectly. "You're finally awake hun, you had us worried." Her kind green eyes lit up when she smiled at her. It gave her hope, hope that this sinking feeling she was feeling at this moment will somehow pass. She tried to sit up but both of them jumped up and pushed her against the pillow. That's when she felt the pain in her chest. She looked up at the man with the blonde hair and blue eyes. She could see the pity in his eyes. She racked her brain for an explanation but it was blank.

"Where am I?" he answered her question with another question, "what do you remember?" When she didn't answer him he offered some information about himself, "My name is Marty Deeks, but everyone calls me Deeks. What's your name?" She stared at him, almost as if she did not comprehend the question. He looked over his shoulder at Hope who moved to the back of the room. "That's Hope, she is a doctor and she makes the best lemon squares in town." She still didn't say anything. He tried again, "her husband's name is Liam and he's the vet in town- we're in their house at the moment. Liam's consulting room is just outside; they converted the barn into his veterinary office." After she still did not answer him so he decided to take another approach. "Look, I'm from the sheriff's department and I need some information from you, starting with your full name." That seemed to get a reaction out of her. "I'm sorry, I can't tell you my name… I don't know what my name is; it's as if something wiped my brain. Everything is gone… just gone." She whispered that last part. A silent tear slowly made its way down her left cheek.

After that revelation Hope and Deeks were sitting around the table with a cup of coffee. "She didn't hit her head; I don't understand why she doesn't remember anything." Hope shook her head, "sometimes Marty, the trauma you are put through is enough to cause amnesia, let's review what we know."

Deeks grabbed a pen and started jotting down what they know:

1. Name: Kensi

2. Agency has a mole: agency? CIA? NSA?

3. 2 gunshot wounds to the chest

4. Victim claims to be hunted by an 'agency mole' and can therefore not be admitted to the hospital out of fear for her life.

Deeks wanted to add smoking hot to that list but he won't need any reminder of that, he will think of that every time he lays his eyes on her plus it seemed kind of insensitive because she was shot and all.

They decided to fake a hospital transfer report from a hospital in Denver. An old admirer of Hope from the Denver hospital very reluctantly agreed to help them arrange the necessary paperwork. Later they arranged for an ambulance, supposedly from Denver, to drop her off at the hospital. They shared all the information regarding Kensi's shooting with her and luckily she understood the importance of everyone believing that she is Kensi Sheldon, an old childhood friend of Deeks. Even if she's not aware of it at the moment- she always has and always will be the best at undercover work.

Over the next few weeks it became the part of Deeks' routine to go to the hospital straight after work. He would spend hours there with Kensi while they are trying to piece together her life. He would sometimes bring her candy and chocolate bars. That's one thing they figured out about her- she's a chocoholic! The male nurses would fight over who gets to bring her medicine and change her IV. They would dread the time of day when Deeks visited. Sometimes Hope and Liam would join them and they would just talk for hours about theories and possibilities. They had become good friends over the last couple of weeks, and when it was time for Kensi to be discharged they already invited her to stay with them while she is still recuperating.

Deeks would still visit Kensi after work and rumours started to go around town. After a few days people started to come to the Tyler's farm to meet the infamous Kensi Sheldon they've heard so much about. She would repeat the rehearsed cover story Name: Kensi Sheldon, childhood friend of Deeks, recently single and unemployed. She decided to move to Sporking Hill after she got shot in a bank robbery back in Denver. She decided on Sporking Hill, Texas since Deeks is the only person she can call family after her parent's death one year ago.

It was late one Thursday afternoon when Deeks drove up to the Tyler's farm for a quick 'hello.' When the sheriff's car pulled up at the house Kensi could feel her heart beat a little bit faster and her hand automatically pushing her hair in the right place. She was standing on the large porch bench, carefully hanging the new decorations she made out of pure boredom, trying to keep her balance at the same time. It looked good, even if she had to say so herself. When she finally spotted the Jeep with the Sheriff Department logo on she realised that was what she's been waiting for. Looking forward to all day and she was taking her time hanging the decoration. She would hang the ornament; look out on the land, see if she can spot a car coming up the dirt road, and then hang it a little to the left and then a little to the right. When the decoration was finally in the middle- where it started- the Jeep finally made its appearance. She was glad because she was running out of places to move the colourful wind chime.

He saw her before she saw him (or so he thinks). She was wearing a white tank top a short denim shorts- he would almost classify it as a pair daisy duke. Her long tanned legs caught his eye. He had to tear his eyes away from her legs. They reached her face and it seemed to stay there. Her hair was in 2 plaids and loose strands were framing her face. He realised he was staring but he couldn't help himself. She was just that beautiful. It was just the way her eyes sparkled when she admired something in her hands.

She could feel his eyes on her. It was as if it burned her. She was tempted to look down at him but her pride prevented it. Instead she just ignored the feeling, hoping that he couldn't see the shade of light pink her cheeks flushed. He slowly made his way onto the porch. Kensi was deep in thought. Actually she was concentrating on her pink face, she didn't realize he was already on the porch. When he spoke she lost her balance. If this was a movie he would've caught her, or she would've landed right on top of him, music would start playing and they would kiss. They would finally realize that they are madly in love… the screen would fade and the end credits would roll.

BUT THIS IS NOT A MOVIE!

He was still standing by the steps. He saw it happen and there was nothing he could do about it. She balanced herself with on foot on the arm of the bench and the other resting on hand railing of the porch. She lost her balance and tumbled down to the floor. She cried out in pain, blood was streaming down her face.