A/N: You asked for it and here it is! I cannot say thank you enough for all the sweet reviews and encouragement you have left me. I have had to deal with crazy camper parents this week and it just made my day to find all those lovely things you said! Enjoy!
"Deeks! Deeks! Wake up!"
Deeks opened his eyes slowly. Well, one eye and a half eyes anyway. The right eye throbbed and refused to cooperate fully. Sam knelt next to him, his face a mask of concern.
"Hey, hey don't move," he put a hand gently on Deeks' chest. "They went at you pretty hard. Help is on the way."
Deeks groaned and tried to push him away, which was when he realized the only thing he could feel besides his eye was his ribs; and they were on fire. "They've got Kensi!" he gasped.
"Sir, sir you need to lie still!" The paramedics had arrived and they began setting up shop next to him.
"I'm fine," Deeks growled as they attempted to hold him in place.
"Deeks, take it easy," Callen joined the frenzy of activity.
"Callen they knew, they knew everything," Deeks said frantically.
"I know. We're working on it," Callen told him.
"How did they know? They just…it was like they were waiting. Playing with us." Deeks cried out as one of the paramedics probed at his ribs.
"Deeks, we'll figure it out. You need to go to the hospital," Sam said.
"I'm good." He tried to sit up and hissed in pain.
"Deeks-" Callen started to protest but Deeks stopped him.
"Callen," his face was deadly serious. "They are going to kill her."
Callen sighed and then looked at the paramedics. "Do what you can to patch him up here."
"Sir, he really needs to be seen by a doctor. He could have internal bleeding," the paramedic told him.
"Yeah well, it'll just have to wait."
The paramedics reluctantly let Deeks go twenty minutes later. He joined Callen and Sam, wincing as he pulled his shirt on. His right eye continued to swell, his split lip stung, and his ribs were painful enough to make him want to curl into the fetal position, but he pushed it all away. His partner was in danger.
"What the hell happened?" he asked.
"They got the jump on me as soon as you went into the bathroom. Pulled out their weapons and told everybody to clear out," Sam told him.
"I was in the van. They must have had more guys waiting outside. One minute I was listening to you guys and the next they were hauling me out at gunpoint," Callen said.
"But how did they know?" Deeks asked. "They knew our names, where we'd be, what our play was. How?"
"Maybe Kensi said something that tipped them off," Callen suggested.
"You were listening the whole time. She didn't say anything and you know it," Deeks told him.
"This was well thought out," Sam said. "They had guys lying in wait, they doused Kensi so her mic and tracking device would short out. And they had cell jammers so nobody could call the cops until they were a block away."
"Okay," Callen appeared to be thinking. "Let's get back. We need some help on this one."
Kensi shivered in the cool night air as water continued to drip down her body. A hood had been placed over her head as soon as they'd gotten her outside and then she'd been shoved into the back of a vehicle, a man's vice-like grip on her arm for the entirety of the drive. The more she moved, the tighter he squeezed. She was going to have bruises.
They drove for a long time and Kensi kept silent, doing her best to listen for any sounds that would help her identify their location. There were cars at first and then nothing but the sound of their own vehicle.
After what seemed like hours the car finally stopped and they pulled her out. She tried to walk slowly, trying to focus on her surroundings, but they pulled her along, dragging her if she moved too slowly.
They moved inside and shoved her into a chair, pulling off the hood. Kensi squinted against the light, trying to get her bearings. Eyasu Hassan sat in another chair across from her. They were in some kind of warehouse, maybe a former factory, nothing to distinguish it from any of the other run-down facilities she'd seen in her time at NCIS.
Eyasu gazed at her like their current situation was the most normal thing in the world. "Welcome Agent Blye," he said calmly.
"Did you kill my team?" Kensi asked, trying to keep her voice even. She refused to let tears rise to the surface, refused to be intimidated. Her heart pounded with fear, but her face remained calm, passive.
"You will speak only when I tell you to," Eyasu told her. He rose from his chair. "I have some questions for you Agent."
"Did you kill my team?" Kensi asked again.
He slapped her. "The women in my country know to behave better than that. Mind your manners Agent."
Kensi tasted blood on her tongue and spat onto the floor, glaring at her captor.
"How did your agency find me?" Eyasu asked. "Do I have a rat in my organization?"
"You're the rat," Kensi shot back.
He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back sharply causing her to gasp. "That was very rude Agent," he hissed in her ear. "Answer my question please."
"Did you kill my team?" Kensi repeated through gritted teeth.
Eyasu sighed and shook his head. "You are very persistent Agent. A fighter."
He released her roughly, shoving her head forward. "We are going to have fun tonight."
Kensi took several deep breaths as he walked in front of her. "I did not kill your team," he told her. "Not all of them."
Kensi felt panic rise in her throat.
He began to pace. "Perhaps just one. To send a message to NCIS." He leaned in so close she could smell his breath, but she refused to recoil. "I don't like it when the government of the United States meddles in my affairs."
He straightened. "Let's play a little game. What if I killed Agent Callen hm? How would that make you feel?"
Kensi's hands became fists in spite of her resolve. If they had jumped Callen alone in the van….he wouldn't have stood a chance.
"Your leader, fearless and strong. What would you do without him? So easy to take care of by himself."
Kensi forced herself to relax. She would not give this man the satisfaction of getting under her skin.
"Or what about Agent Hanna? What will his family do if he is the one who is gone? His little girl, loving son, devoted wife? All alone now…"
Kensi felt her body begin to tremble with anger. He was playing with her, he had to be. They'd all been alive when she'd been taken. He couldn't possibly have killed them all. She refused to believe it.
"Or maybe," he stopped, his hands clasped behind his back, "maybe it was Detective Deeks. Maybe he is the one I left on the floor, the blood draining from his veins, his last memory: you being dragged away. He'll never know what happened to you because his body is already cold."
Kensi lunged out of the chair but two of his bodyguards pushed her back down.
"Ah yes. I though that one might hurt the most." Eyasu smiled down at her, his eyes like ice.
Abate came forward from wherever he had been hiding and whispered in Eyasu's ear.
"Thank you." Eyasu turned his attention back to Kensi. "I have something else to attend to. I'll leave you to ponder your team's fate. But mark my words Agent, when I return, I will not be so polite."
Two of his goons tied her legs to the chair and then cuffed her hands behind her back and left, closing the heavy, steel door behind them. She heard a bolt slide into place and felt her gut tighten. She was alone.
A/N: Uh oh. Looks like Kensi is in some serious trouble. And Deeks isn't exactly in tip top shape either. Stay tuned for upcoming Densi goodness and leave your reviews please!
