This sucks. Like, a lot. Deeks and I have been in the same bed for 3 1/2 hours already.

I haven't been able to touch him, I haven't been able to talk, in fear of waking everyone up.

I slowley turn over in the bed and face him. I can feel the heat radiating off of his tan warm, oh so touchable skin.

I can hear his soft breaths. I study his features.I smile as my eyes scan his face. His face looks relaxed, soft. It looks like hes having a good dream. But then not. His face started so crinkle, like hes having a less than pleasant dream. He was so peaceful just a second ago. What was different?

Deeks dream, He was still in lAPD,The events that happen in the first part of the story happened in Deeks life, and he has reoccurring nightmere about it.

We had just got the address on where the drug cartel was staying. It was an old abandon warehouse around the area of the sushi place I really like. The team and I geared up and went in.

Then, a storm of bullets took us by suprise. It was just like confetti, it was everywhere. Anders was down, so was James. Along with 13 others. It was the worst night of my life. Besides shooting my dad. By the end of the day the rest of what was left of the drug cartel was locked up.

I was sleeping in my bed with a warm body next to me. Ah, kensi, right. We were locked in ops due to a blackout. But what was that noise? It sounded like people yelling in spanish. Was Nell and Eric watching tv? "Get him!" I could hear somebody yell. The voice was familiar. Where did I hear that voice? "Get him! Get DEEKS, GO!" I shot up in my bed and yelleed at everyone to get up. I explain about the drug cartel bust that happened years ago when I still worked for LAPD. I told them how they must have escaped for prison, and was seeking revenge. We all headed down to armory to get guns. knifes, etc. We headed back up stairs.

"No you idiot!" We heard somebody yell from out side. Then continues to yell in spanish. "Okay," I say, "That is juan, He is the leader. He the one yelling." I say quietly to the team.

Just the we heard gunshots. I see Kensi go down, and clutch her leg. "Ahh." She she says through her teeth, while taking her other hand and reposition her gun. "I'm good guys," She says to us. I kneel down next to her and look at her leg. There was alot of blood. "No, no Kens you're not good." There was alot of blood. I look up from her leg to look at her face. She looks like she is n a lot of pain. No. I look around the room at all the others, then look back at Kensi, just in time to see her get shot again, but this time, in the head. "NOOOO KENSI!"...

I keep trying to wake Deeks up but its not working. His face is covered in sweat and he is thrashing around. Everyone else is awake, maybe except Hetty. "What do you think he's dreaming about?" I hear Nell ask. I just shake my head. But then a ear piercing scream came from the body next to me. "NOOOO KENSI!"

I jump at the sound of my name being yelled so loud. Deeks body shoots up. He looks around the room. Then at me. His eyes are bloodshot. "You're, you're okay?" He asks to me with wide eyes. I reach out and take his hand in mine and scoot closer to him.
"Yeah I'm okay, it was just a dream. I'm right here" I say to him in a whisper. I can see the tears running down his face.

I lay down on the bed and pull him down with me, not even caring what anyones else thinks. He comes closer to me and buries his face in my neck and wraps his arms around me. I take my hand and run it through his hair like I imagined doing many times. He hugs me tighter. I feel his scruff and soft breath against my neck. This was going to be a long night...

OKAY JUST SO EVERYONE KNOWS, THE DREAM DEEKS HAD WAS A THING THAT HAPPENED IN HIS LIFE BEFORE HE STARTED WORKING FOR NCIS, WELL AT LEAST IN MY STORY, THEN THE SECOND PART OF THE DREAM WAS NOT REAL, NOBODY ATTACKED THE BUILDING, IT WAS ALL A DREAM,