Kensi again had no idea how long she'd been out. She hoped she was waking from a nightmare, but the sounds of a hospital filled her ears and when she tried to open her eyes and found herself unable to do so, it confirmed the nightmare was real. She tried to concentrate on the sounds around her. There was a loud humming and thumping noise and no voices. The room was cool, and she could feel the weight of a blanket over her. After some time, the thumping and humming stopped, and she felt the surface under her begin to move. Voices filled her ears, but no one addressed her. Frustration didn't even begin to describe how she was feeling at the moment - she would give anything to be able to scream or open her eyes. She felt her body being lifted and lowered onto what she was sure must be a hospital bed, and sure enough the bed started moving with a faint squeaking noise.

Everything hurt. The pain in her head was still intense, but the rest of her body was catching up. She was pretty sure there was an IV in her hand and she wondered what other procedures she had missed while unconscious. She briefly wondered if she was in a coma, or even if she had perhaps died - but the rational part of her brain told her that was nuts. Dead people have tests run in a morgue, not a hospital.

There were more voices, and she struggled to process everything being said around her. For some reason, her brain wasn't processing speech as well as normal. Or maybe something was wrong with her ears. She caught snippets of conversation and tried to process if it was relevant to her.

"no signs of any anomalies on the CT scan"
"GCS still a 3"
"bloods are a mess, definitely some type of drugs in her system"

Wait, drugs? Maybe they weren't referring to her, but another patient. She didn't take drugs, and she was careful with drinks last night. There was no way someone had slipped her something while she was with Nell.

"waiting on the results of the MRI"
"appears to have been beaten"
"Her partner was pissed that we don't have answers yet. He had to be treated for injuries to his hand after punching a wall"

Nope, that meant they were talking about her. Deeks had been unable to control his temper over something. It didn't surprise her he had punched a wall. It did surprise her a bit that he'd let them treat it, but maybe the nurse was hot.

"reflexes absent, patient nonresponsive, possible brain death?"

That made her blood run cold. She wanted to jump up and yell "I'm not dead, I'm not brain dead, I'm HERE damnit! I just can't control my body." But of course, her body refused to cooperate, and once again she drifted out of awareness.

Callen had arrived at the hospital and spoken with Deeks. He saw the bandaged hand and didn't ask any questions, just gave him a knowing look.

"Did the wall pick a fight with you?" he asked. Deeks grumbled and told him about the questions they'd been asked and given no answers in return. "Just give the doctors time to sort it out. They may not know anything yet." Callen tried to reassure him.

The two sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity. Then Callen brought out his phone and asked Deeks to help review the photos from Kensi's place for anything out of place. They spent a great deal of time on each photo but nothing jumped out at them.

"Wait, go back to that photo of the kitchen again" Deeks said. Something was different but he wasn't sure what. He stared, blinked and stared some more. It seemed messy, but not the normal Kensi messy. There was something about the way the dishes were stacked and the papers hung on the fridge that just didn't look right. He wanted to voice this to Callen, but thought he'd sound nuts at best, or crazy stalker like at worst. "I think the kitchen is worth checking out again. I can't put my finger on it, but something just isn't right." Callen wasn't sure if Deeks was on to something or imagining it, but they had nothing else to go on while they waited on results from the syringe and information from the medical team. He knew Deeks wasn't going anywhere until he had seen Kensi, and he didn't exactly trust him on his own at the moment, either.

"Let's go through the rest of the pictures to see if we pick up anything else." He decided, thinking out loud. Deeks nodded in agreement. Having something to focus on was helping distract him a bit. As they flipped through the pictures, they saw nothing that would give them any indication of what had happened. Both of them were getting more and more frustrated. Callen texted Sam to see if there was any news from Ops. Nell and Eric were checking out surveillance coverage around Kensi's place last night and hadn't come up with anything suspicious - but it would take hours and hours to go through it all. His phone call was interrupted when a nurse came out and motioned for them to follow her.

"I'm speaking to you as detectives investigating this, not as friends or family. Is that clear?" The nurse asked hesitantly. While Deeks initial reaction was to be angry, Callen silenced him with a look and nodded.

"It appears Ms. Blye has a number of drugs in her system but she shows no signs of habitual drug use. We are trying to identify all the elements in this cocktail. We were informed a syringe was found with her and that the contents were being analyzed, correct?" Callen nodded and waited for her to continue "The injection site was atypical - and it appears there was a localized allergic reaction. In addition to this, Ms. Blye has significant bruising to her back and torso. The head injury appears to be from a fall, but it shouldn't have been severe enough to cause a concussion this severe or this long lasting. A CT scan has confirmed that while there was a signifcant amount of blood lost, it was largely superficial and there are no signs of any physical damage to her brain. However, she is still completely unresponsive to any stimuli, including pain, which is quite unusual." She paused to allow them to process this information. "As of right now, we are trying to identify the drugs in her system and determine a course of treatment and a prognosis. But I'm afraid that the doctors are stumped at the moment and we are not optimistic about her chances of regaining consciousness." Both Callen and Deeks were silent for a moment, and when Callen saw Deeks' temper about to flare, he spoke up quickly.

"Are we able to see her?"