SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED! I'M OUT OF THE HOSPITAL AND FINE (HAVE BEEN FOR ABOUT A WEEK). I DON'T REALLY HAVE A GOOD EXCUSE EXCEPT THAT I HAVE A TON OF MAKE UP WORK, WHICH I'M ALMOST DONE. I'M REALLY SORRY, I'LL TRY TO MAKE THIS ONE REALLY LONG. BY THE WAY, I'M OPEN TO IDEAS, SO FEEL FREE TO GIVE ME YOURS J

The team had left, and it was 11:00 PM. Kensi lie awake, unable to fall asleep. A mix of things were to blame. One was the excruciating pain in her head. The other was the buzzing, which she assumed was the various monitors in her room. She was used to her quiet apartment, with the occasional car going by. Somewhere down the hall, a CODE BLUE was called. The door opened, and she expected another nurse. Instead, she found Callen.

"Did I wake you?" He asked.

"No. Can you turn on the light, please?" Kensi asked. Callen obliged.

"Thanks." Kensi said, wincing slightly as she sat up.

"Lay down." Callen said softly.

"No, I'm bored." Kensi said.

"How are you feeling?"

"Good."

"That's good."

"Why are you hear?" Kensi asked.

"I don't know. Wanted to make sure the nurses are doing their jobs'." Callen said.

"Oh. Well, they are. They only kept me to be safe." Kensi explained, wanting to be left alone, and think about Jack.

"Are you okay?" Callen asked, nothing but genuine concern showing through.

"Callen, I'm fine." Kensi laughed, not knowing why everyone kept asking that.

"I know that your body is okay, but I mean you." He said.

"Oh my god, Callen. Are you really asking this? I'm fine." Kensi said, exasperated.

"An extremely painful memory was brought up. You had to shoot the guy you were desperately trying to help. I understand if this makes you upset. You know you can talk to me. I wouldn't tell anyone, you know that." Callen said, sitting on the edge of her bed.

"Callen, I don't trust many people, but I do trust you. But G, I'm fine. I would talk to you, but I'm okay." Kensi said.

"Kensi, I know you think you are. But you're fiancé left you. I know that was 6 years ago, but that is still a pretty fresh wound. It's like a scab. It means the wound is healing. It itches and bugs you, but it doesn't hurt. If you try to pick it off too soon, it hurts like crazy, and opens the wound again, and bleeds. But if you wait and let it fall off naturally, it won't hurt, and a scar will form. You may have to see it a lot, but it doesn't hurt anymore. And, sometimes, you can take little pieces off without it hurting too much, and helps the healing process. Talk to me, Kensi." Callen said. Kensi Blye is a lot of things. But one of the things she isn't is okay. She's not quite sure why, but that lecture, the concern and kindness in his voice and eyes, just brought down the walls.

"I miss him so much, Callen. You know, I've lost so many people in my life, and he found me at a really bad time for me. He brought me back, Callen. He made me look at my life differently. He gave me something else to focus on." Kensi said, struggling to contain the tears, and failed. Callen went over and gave her a hug.

"It's gonna be okay, Kens. It's gonna be okay." Callen soothed, rubbing circles on her back. Kensi chocked on a sob, clearly trying to stop.

"Kensi, just let it all out." Callen chuckled lightly, clearly amused by his favorite agent. She was more than that, actually. More like a little sister.

PLEASE REVIEW, IT KEEPS ME WRITING. J