I am sooooo sorry for not updating sooner; I've been crazy busy with finals and band and the SAT. A HUGE thank you to all of the reviewers. I can't believe how many people like this story! You guys just inspire me to keep it up. Thank you too if you are following the story or me, it means the world to me. Well, here it goes.
Disclaimer: I have enough on my plate without owning NCIS: LA
As soon as the door was kicked in, they were met with flying bullets. Kensi aimed at the gunman and fired. He dropped to the floor. Michelle promptly took out the man who had come out right behind the first with a well-placed shot to the chest. They continued to enter the building, making their way from room to room.
After the initial excitement, the warehouse was like a ghost town. The team couldn't hear a thing except their pounding hearts and heavy breathing.
"It's too quiet," Kensi heard Callen's voice in her ear. She had been trying to keep that exact thought at bay, but his observation almost made her lose the careful control she'd been keeping on her emotions. She and Michelle shared a panicked look before squaring their shoulders and making their way deeper into the building.
Suddenly, a figure with a gun popped out from an adjoining room. Kensi breathed a sign of relief as she quickly took him down. They had the right place. She could hear the gunshots over coms from where Callen and the Alpha team were.
"Two down here," Callen breathed.
"One more down here," responded Kensi.
"Sidorov's probably heard us by now," Michelle worried.
"Let's move fast then," came Callen's terse reply.
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Deeks and Sam shared a look of relief as they heard the guns go off throughout the building. However, the click of a bullet sliding into the chamber brought them instantly back to reality. At the nod of encouragement from Sam, Deeks quickly slid his feet under Sidorov's, knocking him off balance. He then grabbed the gun that two seconds before had been an inch away from his head, and pointed it at his former captor.
"How do you like it now," Deeks spit at the man who had made his life a living hell. A minute later, Kensi, Callen, and Michelle came barging into the room, guns at the ready.
"Quinn?" Sidorov managed to get out through his shock.
After one look at her partner's bloodied and bruised face, Kensi punched out Sidorov and zip tied his hands behind his back. She turned back around to assess the damage of Deeks, but he had slumped to the floor.
"Deeks!" she screamed. She ran to him and put her fingers to his neck, desperately trying to find a pulse. Her head dropped in relief as she found the steady pounding under her fingers. She looked around and saw Michelle trying to keep Sam's head up as he too started to sag.
"How is he?" Kensi asked.
"He'll make it," came Michelle's determined reply. Turning back to her husband she muttered, "He'd better."
"Eric, we need an ambulance now," Callen demanded as he backed out of the way, into a corner of the room.
"There in five, G," Eric soothed.
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After the doors had shut behind Sam, Deeks, and Michelle, Kensi had to stay behind as there wasn't much room in the back, Kensi and Callen took a look around the warehouse. The EMT's had told them that there wouldn't be any news on Deeks and Sam's condition for a while and Michelle had promised to call as soon as there was an update. The tactical team had taken Sidorov to the boatshed so Callen and Kensi couldn't kill him.
The pair wandered into the room where they had found Deeks and Sam. It was pretty obvious that the chair in the middle of the room was some sort of crude electrical chair. The thought made Callen sicken seeing as less than fifteen minutes ago his partner was tied to that chair. Kensi circled in place and gasped out loud at room she had just laid eyes on. She quickly crossed the hallway and her knees gave out.
Callen, having heard her gasp, followed her and caught her just as she was about to hit the ground. He looked around the room and understood why Kensi had reacted that way. There was a pool of blood on the floor and next to the straight-backed wooden chair was a table containing rows of torture devices.
Given what Callen had seen of Deeks' face, it wasn't hard to guess whom the devices had been used on. He cringed as he looked at the bloodied drill and imagined just what his teammates had gone through,
Kensi, having regained her legs, took off for her car.
"Where are you going?" Callen panted a little as he tried to keep up with her adrenaline filled pace.
"To kill that son of a bitch," she spit between clenched teeth.
Callen sped up a little and managed to get between her and her car door. She glared at him.
"What the hell are you doing?" she demanded.
"Saving you from jail," he calmly responded.
"How can you be so calm after seeing… after what… you know what he did!" she finally exploded.
"Yes, but killing him isn't going to make Deeks or Sam any better."
"It'll help me out," she muttered.
"Look, let's just go the hospital. You can find out how Deeks is doing and talk to Michelle," Callen negotiated.
"Why do I need to talk to Michelle?"
"Because I'm pretty sure she's the only one who really knows what you're going through right now," he placated. Kensi immediately took the defensive at his knowing look.
"We're just partner," she repeated the well-worn line. "We are," she reiterated at his disbelieving smile.
"Kens," he started softly, "you guys were on coms." He almost laughed at the look of shock that came over her face.
"Let's just… go to the hospital," she deflected.
"Good idea."
I hope you guys like it. The whole dramatic take down thing isn't my style so I'm sorry if you thought I left some parts out of the rescue. Please R&R !
