AN: Sorry for the long delay in updating. I also want to apologize for the grammatical errors and spelling mistakes in earlier chapters and I hope that there aren't any in this chapter. I will be going back to fix the earlier mistakes and hopefully updating again this week. Thank you for all the follows, reviews, comments, and PM. I hope you enjoy this new chapter.
Deeks went into surgery and Kensi waited alone in the hallway. After giving her his best figure it out speech Callen figured she needed some time alone to do just that. This whole mess was his fault, if he hadn't trusted Janvier, if he hadn't gotten Janvier from Iran Deeks and Sam would be okay. He was slipping; Callen didn't used to make mistakes like this. The lecture for Kensi to figure things out was partially on him as well, he needed to figure some stuff out. For example why was he letting his whole team down, two of the team almost got killed, as much as Kensi's head wasn't in the game, and Callen couldn't blame her, his wasn't either.
She rested against the wall in the hallway, cradling his badge in her hand. In some ways Kensi wondered if this is what it felt like to be the wife of a police officer. She was praying desperately for him to be okay, her thumb absentmindedly running over the badge. At some point in the silence Hetty joined her. Kensi figured she was in for another speech, another lecture about getting her act together. She didn't care. The agency was her life, until she met Deeks. Being a federal agent was all that Kensi Blye had worked for, strived for, for so long. It came before every relationship, every other aspect of her life, until that day he walked in. Now suddenly there was something that came above the agency. She could see a life after being a federal agent. She could see a life other than being a federal agent. NCIS was still important in her life, but standing there waiting for Hetty's lecture she realized that it no longer came in first. Deeks did, he was now her first, and NCIS might come in second, for now at least.
"I am glad he made his move." Hetty said.
"Excuse me?"
"I am glad that Mr. Deeks finally at least kissed you, although I was kind of hoping he would tell you he loved you first and go from there."
"Hetty, I am not sure…"
"I know Mr. Deeks kissed you, Eric and Nell saw it play out on the camera in ops, they didn't want to tell me but when he went missing they thought it was best. I am glad he had a chance to tell you how he felt or at least show you how he felt, if he doesn't come out of this you will have that."
"Hetty he has to come out of this." Kensi said desperately, "I do not know what I would do if he didn't."
"You should prepare yourself then, his injuries were extensive."
After that Hetty fell silent, standing beside the junior agent for comfort. She knew about Callen's lecture, and she knew that if it came down to separating Deeks and Kensi, even at the Directors request that she would lose one of the best agents she had and lose the possibility of another great agent. Besides all that mattered now was Deeks coming out of surgery.
Sam's injuries were not as bad as the young Detectives. Sam, the trained SEAL knew how to withstand interrogation, and it seemed that Siderov believed Deeks to be the weaker of the two. He focused most of his wrath on the young Detective leaving Deeks with extensive injuries to Sam's more mild ones. Hetty would visit Sam later, when he was awake and Michelle went home to sleep. For now though she felt her place was with Kensi waiting for news from the Doctors about the young Detectives condition and whether he would make it.
Eight hours after Deeks was admitted to the hospital a Doctor finally came out to talk to the ladies waiting in the hallway.
"Detective Deeks sustained a great deal of injuries. When we began operating there was fluid built up on his brain, we were able to relieve that and now it is just a matter of waiting. He is in a coma at this point, I cannot tell you whether he will wake up, and until he does I cannot tell you the extent of the damage done." She said.
"He spoke to me when we found him." Kensi said.
"Well that could be a good sign, unfortunately though it is still a waiting game until he wakes up." The Doctor tried to sound reassuring.
"When can I see him?" Kensi asked.
"He is in recovery right now; a nurse will come and get you when he is moved in the ICU. I believe their policy is only one visitor at a time and it has to be his emergency contact or next of kin." The Doctor said.
"That is fine, I am his emergency contact and this is his next of kin, though I do not know if they updated his information from the last time he was in the hospital." Hetty said.
"Well you can talk to someone at admissions to find out." The Doctor suggested.
As she walked away, Hetty reached out and took Kensi's arm, "Let's go make sure that his information is updated so that we can see him when he gets out of recovery."
Kensi wanted to ask the older lady if she could do that herself, she didn't want to leave the hallway in case the Nurse came out with information. Still she knew that Hetty was right, she had been standing virtually in the same spot for eight hours, stretching her legs and clearing the cobwebs from her brain would be a good thing.