A.N: Thanks everyone for the great reviews and all. Hopefull the story will come to a close shortly. For information on the community writing project, go to the authors note at the bottom of the page. As well as this, sorry for the long time between uploads as I have been very busy. School has just started again and its being a pain in the backside. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this next chapter!

The words hung in the air dramatically before falling flat on the floor. The silence in the room was deafening as the sounds of the computers working away filled the entire room.

Turning to face the doors of OSP, Kensi turned around. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion at this point for Kensi. The black wooden doors parted and through it emerged the figure of the one and only Detective Marty Deeks.

Just the sight of him made her feel that he was never gone. He was wearing a black jacket on top of a light grey t-shirt. All of this was then finished of by his signature blue jeans. Just the sight of him made Kensi's breath hitch for a second. It was after that little hitch in her breath that everything started to make sense to her. His stabbing, his death, his funeral; everything.

The silence in the room continued to deafen as Kensi took few steps towards her resurrected partner. Kensi could feel her eyes start to well up and redden as the final pieces of the puzzle started to click into place inside her mind. It was at this point that Kensi changed from her vunerable self to her angry self.

Blinking rapidly, Kensi looked deep within her partners baby blue eyes. She could see eyerything. She could see the hurt and sorrow that he was trying to convey. This time it was just too much. Just those baby blues wouldn't cut it. He had made mistakes before but, this was just too far. This was just too personal.

"Kens," was the first word that came out his mouth. He had normally said that when the two of them were alone but, not today. At that moment, for both the partners, they were the only people standing in that room. There was no Callen, Sam, Hetty, Nell or Eric. It was just them. Alone.

Clenching and unclenching her hands by her side, Kensi tried to focus on her breathing and controlling her actions and emotions. There were many situations that were playing out in her head; none of them ended up ending well for Deeks. She had just got him back and even though she was angry at him, she couldn't do anything like that.

In. Out. In. Out.

Kensi tried her best to control herself but, the inner beast had already been awoken from its slumber. Kensi saw Deeks mouth slowly opened to continue talking but, he was shortly interupted.

The only thing Kensi could remember was the force of which her fist connected with Deeks' jaw as well as the shouts of Callen and Sam behind her. She knew why she did it and she hoped Deeks knew that it was well deserved.

The tears that were once held back behind her eyes now ran clearly down her cheeks, rubbing off her makeup and eyeliner. Wiping the tears away quickly, she half ran out of the room leaving her team calling after her.

All those people in the room behind her had betrayed her. What they had been holding back from her, hurt her. The wound that had been created wasn't just a simply scratch; it was a deep cutting wound. It had penertrated her walls and had hit her emotions hard. Hell, she had even admitted that she loved the guy. That was something that she couldn't do easily.

The part that aggravated her the most was the fact that Deeks had nothing to say. He had nothing to say about the operation. He had nothing to say about their partnership. He had nothing to say about their 'thing'. Well, he might have had something to say if she had let him talk.

Not bothering to hide her tears as she jogged down the stairs of OSP, Kensi quickly made her way to the gym. On the way there she stopped by the lockers quickly and changed into her training clothes. Putting her hair in a simply ponytail, she wiped away the tear marks and started to lay into the boxing back that hung in front of her.

Left, right, uppercut, knee. Left, right, uppercut, knee.

The continous pattern was the mantra that ran throught Kensi's mind as she stood there fighting the bag of sand. Each punch contained all the hurt that she had gone through as well as all the anger that se felt. All thoughts of what had just been revealed had left her mind. All that mattered to her at that moment was that boxing bag. Nothing could distract her. Not even De...

It was at that moment that Kensi was aware of someone watching her. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the figure of the last man she wanted to see. She knew who it was but, she didn't want to acknowledge it.

Trying to continue her boxing routine, Kensi tried her best to get back into the zone she had just been in. Just the bag and her.

One, two, three, four. She wasn't surprised when she struggled to get back into the right state of mind. But, being Kensi Blye, she didn't give in. Repeatedly, she punched the bag; out of time and constantly messing up. She could only focus on the person watching her as well as the metaphorical elephant in the room.

Finally giving in, Kensi stopped the bag and held it steady while leaning her head againist it. She needed a brake before confronting all the emotions that were sure to follow soon. Closing her eyes, she let the calmness of a blank mind flow easily over her. She slowly managed to get her steady breathing back. Checking over her bubbling emotions one last time, she opened her eyes and turned around.

It was as soon as she turned around that she knew that none of what she just did was worth it. Just by looking at her partner, she was instantly filled with unnessary emotions and her eyes started to burn again. She remembered everything, from the time Deeks had died in her arms to the second he had walked back into OSP. At her sides, her fists started to clench and unclench with every breath that she took.

Her eyes started to examine him from bottom to top and that was when she saw his face. It was at this time that she remembered that she had punched him. Coincidentally her hand started to hurt at the same time.

Her mouth slightly parted as she realized the purple bruise on the right side of his face. His cheek had become swollen. His features didn't seem right with the colorful lump on his face. Slowly, Kensi started to come down from her anger and realized what she had done to him.

Kensi felt like a hormone filled teen in high school as a whole new series of emotions started to rush over her. A whole lot of emotions that she knew she shoudln't be feeling. Deeks had done the wrong thing, not her. She shouldn't be the one feeling guilty. He should. Whatever she had done, he deserved it. Right?

It was that small pep talk that pushed Kensi once again over the edge. She had gone from calm to mad in a space of a few seconds. Those damn emotions.

"Kens, you can't ignore this. I need to talk to..." Deeks started. He had disturbed the silence that had once been in the gym.

"Deeks, first I talk and you listen." Kensi said. Her voice was firm and her stance was intimidating.

"Kensi, please, I really..." Deeks tried.

"No Deeks. You played me, now you listen." Kensi said her voice raising. She had made up the distance between the two of them and was currently fronting on Deeks. He wanted to talk about it? Well, this was it.

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