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Okay, so before I get started on this next chapter, just gonna warn you guys. This story is gonna be a whole lot of angst. So count on lots of angst till the very end. Just fair warning =)

Anyway, disclaimer still stands. I still don't own NCIS LA.

Enjoy!

Chapter Two

Deeks was surprised his eyes hadn't bored a hole in the door yet.

For the past…hour? Two hours? For the past…forever…he'd been staring at the door to Kensi's hospital room, as if somehow glaring at the wood would make the doctor come out faster. He'd taken turns pacing, tapping his foot against the floor, and picking nonexistent fuzz off of his t-shirt.

The second the ambulance had peeled away from the Mission, sirens blaring, Deeks had hopped in his car and followed. Callen and Sam had arrived soon after, telling him that they'd updated Hetty and Eric about Kensi's situation. What exactly that situation was, Deeks didn't know, because the doctors were taking forever—

"Is one of you here for Ms. Blye?"

Deeks' head snapped up to see the woman doctor—and another, older, more portly male doctor that had been tending to Kensi—looking between Sam, Callen, and him. He cast a brief glance over at the older agents, who gave him an encouraging nod.

"I am," he replied, following the doctors as they led him to a corner at the end of the hallway.

"I'm Doctor Sommers, and this is Doctor Harper," the woman held out a hand and Deeks shook it. Dr. Harper didn't offer a hand, but instead simply stood quietly by Dr. Sommers' side.

"Deeks," he replied.

"Just to clarify," the woman started. "you're her…boyfriend?"

Deeks shifted from one foot to the other, crossing his arms over his chest. "Um…just a close friend, actually."

Dr. Sommers nodded, then gave a small, sad smile before taking a deep breath. She seemed reluctant to speak. Automatically, Deeks' mind came up with every worst-case scenario he could think of.

"Is Kensi alright?" he asked quietly, not really sure if he wanted to know the answer.

"Yes, she's fine," she doctor assured him. "I'm afraid I have some bad news, though."

Deeks tried to swallow past the lump in his throat. Sensing his struggle to form a proper sentence, the doctor pushed on.

"Kensi told us that a couple of days ago she was in a fight, yes?" the doctor said, sharing a look with Dr. Harper, skirting around whatever bad news she had.

"Yeah, she was," Deeks confirmed. "She seemed okay. I mean, she was sore and in pain, but I assumed that she was just bruised real badly. Is…is there internal damage or something?"

"Kensi does have some bruising cross her stomach from the attack. There is some very minor internal damage, but nothing that won't heal itself. But," Dr. Sommers paused, and Deeks knew the worst was yet to come. "Kensi was two months pregnant. I'm afraid that the blows to her abdomen caused premature contractions and caused a miscarriage."

The doctor continued to speak a little longer, but Deeks didn't hear over the roaring of blood in his ears. All sound, all movement, everything dropped out around him. He couldn't speak around his suddenly extremely dry throat. Even with his arms crossed, his hands shook. In fact, his whole body shook. He stumbled a bit, his legs like jello beneath him. He felt his eyes sting as tears formed. Kensi was two months pregnant. Though part of him was still processing the whole 'pregnant' thing, his brain mostly kept repeating the word 'was' over and over. She was pregnant. As in past tense. As in no longer pregnant. That was the part his brain couldn't process, refused to process. Refused to believe it was true.

"Mr. Deeks?" Dr. Sommers' voice broke through his thoughts.

He blinked back the moisture in his eyes, forcing himself to see through the haze. He swallowed loudly, taking in the sad faces of the doctors.

"I'm sorry, what?" he asked, though it came out choked, broken. Just like his heart.

"I was wondering if you had any idea who the father is. We'd like to be able to contact him if we could," Dr. Sommers repeated, not looking at all annoyed for his lack of focus.

Deeks almost laughed out loud. Not because any of this was at all funny, but because it suddenly occurred to him—the baby…the baby was his. It had been his and Kensi's baby. For two whole months, without even knowing it, he had been a father.

"There's no need to call anyone," he started, taking a deep breath. "I'm the father."

Dr. Sommers and Dr. Harper both raised an eyebrow in surprise before realization dawned over their features.

"Oh," Dr. Sommers breathed. "I'm sorry. About the baby. Truly. I take it you didn't know, then?"

"No," he choked out.

She nodded, then gave a small smile. "Just friends, huh?"

Deeks didn't really know what to say to that. "It's a long story, I guess."

"Well, you can go see her if you like. Just keep in mind that this has been very hard for her as well."

"Thank you," Deeks mumbled as Dr. Sommers and Dr. Harper walked down the hall and disappeared from sight around a corner.

Deeks stood for a moment, still trying to process and trying not to feel angry at Kensi for not telling him that she was pregnant. But why shouldn't he feel mad? It affected the both of them. Why hadn't she told him? Before he could even attempt to answer those questions for himself, Callen and Sam came over to him.

The second Callen saw his face, concern spread out over his features. "Deeks…what's wrong? Is Kensi okay?"

Deeks nodded. "She's alright. More or less,"

"Meaning…?" Sam prompted, wearing an expression equal to that of Callen's.

Deeks took a deep breath and told them. He told them that he and Kensi had slept together two months ago. He told them about Reeze's attack on Kensi and how much pain she'd been in the past few days. He told them that had been because she had been pregnant with his child. Upon revealing that, their faces went from shocked to despair all in a matter of seconds.

"Deeks…we…um…wow." Was all Callen managed to get out, his brow furrowed as his brain worked through what Deeks had just told them.

Sam, whose father-side was showing through, laid a hand on Deeks' shoulder and looked him directly in the eye.

"I'm sorry. Truly, I am." Sam said quietly, sounding very much like Dr. Sommers.

"You should go talk to her," Callen urged. "We called Eric, Nell, and Hetty. We'll wait out here for them to arrive. But you should go have a minute with her."

Deeks nodded numbly, and turned towards Kensi's room. He grasped the door handle, taking several deep breaths, trying to control the tornado of emotions that were slowly consuming him. Steeling himself, he turned the handle.

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Kensi watched as Deeks entered her room and quietly shut the door behind him. She followed his movements all the way to the hard plastic chair that sat beside her bed. He wouldn't meet her eyes, wouldn't look at her. She waited, but still, he did nothing, which was so unusual for Deeks. The room filled with their tense silence, suffocating her.

"Deeks," she blurted suddenly. "Say something, please."

He still didn't look up.

"Please," she whispered, and he slowly raised his head.

"What do you want me to say?" he asked, his voice hollow and his eyes hard with something close to anger.

"Anything," she replied. "Say something to make me laugh, make a joke, yell at me, just please say something."

Kensi didn't beg. It wasn't in her nature. To her, begging was a sign of defeat, of weakness, and she didn't do weak. But she begged now. She begged because she needed her partner, her best friend, the father of her now gone child to say something.

"Just one thing," he started quietly. "I want you to tell me. I want to hear it from you, and not from Dr. Sommers or Dr. Needs-To-Lay-Off-The-Donuts-Harper."

And there it was.

Kensi gave a shaky laugh. Because, of course, being Deeks, he couldn't resist cracking a joke, especially at her request. He always had something to say that would cheer her up. Always. Because not matter how upset he was with her, right now or any other time, she knew he could tell that she was upset. He could tell that she was barely holding it together, because he knew her better than she knew herself.

Barely holding it together might even be an understatement. She felt as if all the cracks in her resolve would soon meet and she would explode. She didn't know if she would be able to get the words out. She felt tears stinging in her eyes. She clenched her jaw, steeling herself, building up her walls, refusing to let him see her cry right now, even though it would be perfectly acceptable.

Now it was her turn not to look at him, because she knew if she did, the tears would surely fall. She took a deep breath, the air rattling in her chest.

I, uh…I am—" Kensi broke off, her voice cracking. Dammit, Blye, you can do this! She told herself. "I was pregnant. I lo…I lost the baby." She finished, her voice barely above a whisper.

Even though Deeks already knew that she'd miscarried due to the blows she took from Reeze, she still heard his sharp intake of breath, as if her telling him made it real. She peeked at him out of the corner of her eye. His face was pale, eyes shining with unshed tears. When he saw her looking at him, he ducked his head again. The man who practically glowed with happiness on a daily basis looked even more broken than he had after they'd rescued him from Sidorov.

Kensi had to cover her mouth with one hand to keep her sobs from escaping. Her cheeks were wet, the tears having pooled over and fallen like rain. Her body shook as she tried to control her emotions, which were still on high from being pregnant. But it wasn't just the extra hormones in her body. It was seeing her partner like this, barely able to function.

"Um," Deeks gave a shaky, humorless laugh before his voice dropped. "It is—it was mine…ours, right?"

Kensi flashed back to that night, two months ago. On that night, it had been six months since they'd found Sam and Deeks in that awful garage. They'd fought about the kiss. She had been all ready to storm out of his apartment, only to have him grab her wrist gently and pull her against his body, his lips crashing down on hers. All the fight and denial leaving her body as his mouth moved against hers, his hands pulling her body closer, their clothes falling to the floor piece by piece.

Kensi shook her head, trying to clear the images from her mind, though the warm feeling associated with them remained in her stomach, which not so long ago, had held their baby. And though he had to know, in his heart, that it was his, she answered him anyway.

"Yes," she said, nodding. "The baby was yours."

She watched, her heart clenching in her chest as a few stray tears fell from his eyes. He wiped a hand across his face, the salty drops transferring to his fingers.

Before he could open his mouth, she spoke. "Deeks, I know, I know I should've told you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, but I only found out a month ago and I c-couldn't figure out how to tell you, and I couldn't figure out how to say what I wanted and—" Kensi took a breath, knowing that she was babbling. "I just… I didn't know how to tell you…I mean, we're not even together, Deeks, and that night—"

Too late, Kensi realized what she'd said. She couldn't even stop to take back the words before Deeks interrupted her.

"What?" he demanded angrily. "That night was what? A mistake? Do you regret it, Kensi?"

Kensi gaped at him, trying to form words, a coherent sentence, but no sound came out.

Deeks sighed, his anger replaced by exhaustion and pain. "I'm sorry about the baby, Kensi. I am so sorry, you have no idea, and I…I just, uh…"

He ran a hand through his hair and took a few deep breaths, casting his eyes down again. He got up, and Kensi knew he was itching to get out of that room and away from her. The thought made her heart lurch up into her throat. But before he moved towards the door, he leaned down next to her ear.

"For the record," he murmured, his breath tickling her skin. "I don't regret it. Not even a little. It was the best night of my life…just thought you should know."

He pulled back and looked at her as if he hadn't uttered a word.

"I'm gonna go call your mom," he said. "The guys are outside, and Nell, Eric, and Hetty are on their way. Do you want me to send them in?"

"I, uh," Kensi blinked away the fresh tears. "Could you just tell them to give me five minutes?"

"Sure,"

Then he turned and walked out the door without so much as a glance back in her direction.

So there's chapter 2 for you guys! Hope you liked it =) I'm working on chapter 3 right now, and I'm hoping to get it up within a week, but with Thanksgiving coming up, we'll see how things go.

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