I do not own anything from NCIS LA. If I did, Deeks and Kensi would be planning a wedding.

A/N: Thank you to Hoosier65 for the review! I have definitely taken it into consideration. I Promised you guys AT LEAST one chapter a week so here it goes...

"Why exactly does Granger feel the need to come out here?" Callen asked Hetty. He understood that this case had a certain impact on the team both physically and mentally, considering the injuries they've been through. But what was so important that the Assistant Director of NCIS had to come to Los Angeles? He always had a habit of stirring things up when he came. Hetty pursed her lips at the reasonable question. She was debating whether or not she should tell the lead agent. "Mr. Granger thinks that there is something more to this case than we had originally thought." Callen waited a moment before replying. "Is there?" Hetty seemed to not want to answer the question. Sensing her hesitation, Callen knew there was. Clearly something was going on, and he wasn't going to wait to find out. He knew if he pushed Hetty, she wouldn't give in. She had always done things for a reason, even though he couldn't quite figure out what that reason was. He sat up out of the chair, and began to walk off to join Sam.

Hospital

The nurse was slightly bulky, and was clearly Hispanic. He had a buzz cut, but you could still see the blackish/brownish hair that appeared on his head. He had dull, brown eyes, and had a long nose with wide lips. From what they could see, he had a significant amount of tattoos all over his body. They were creeping up his neck and arms, that gave him a rough look. He didn't look like a nurse at all. His voice had an accent to it, proving he was fluent in Spanish. His voice was like his features, rough and unattractive. He gave a slight smirk that was unsettling. Kensi adjusted a little, and once again was greeted with pain in return. She refused to let it show, especially in front of a nurse. Admitting pain in front of a nurse was basically asking to be knocked out for a day or two which is exactly what Kensi didn't want. Kensi answered the man by saying, " I feel great. Just a little sore but its nothing that cant be treated with a little rest." And doughnuts, she thought to herself. Deeks rolled his eyes and smiled at her answer. He knew for a fact that she was far from ok, whether she admitted it or not. "Ok. I just need to ask you a few questions and then I'll leave you alone." Kensi nodded in return, unsure of what she could say that wasn't already provided in the information the hospital needed. With that, he began to ask a series of questions.

"Can you please state your name?"

"Kensi Blye."

"What year is it?"

"2014."

"Do you have any siblings?"

"No."

"You are the daughter of Donald Blye and Julia Feldman correct?"

Kensi was puzzled at that question. "I'm sorry, how is that related to anything?"

"It's just to make sure your memory is working well and there are no complications from the impact."

"Yes, I am."

"Ok thank you. " and with that, he left the room. Kensi just sat there, confused, staring at the door. It was just too weird for her liking. She turned to Deeks and saw he was thinking the exact same thing. Instead of saying anything, Kensi decided to change the subject to stop Deeks from doing anything due to his habit of being overprotective at times. She knew he was just making sure she was safe, but sometimes it could go too far. "Deeks, you know you don't have to stay here. I'm sure the guys need help with the case, considering we're a man down. My mom will be back any minute now and I have my gun to protect myself." Kensi knew how much Deeks cared about her, but to be honest, she just wanted the case to be over so she didn't have to worry about whether the agents were still alive or not. She definitely wanted them to come home alive, of course, but she just wanted to relax and this case wasn't going to let that happen. Deeks shook his head without even giving himself any time to think about it.

"Kens, I'm not leaving you. I don't want anything to happen to you, and if something does happen, I want to be by your side when it does." Deeks looked into Kensi's eyes with a look showing he wasn't going to back down. Kensi knew she had to try anyway. "Deeks, you know I want you here more than anything. But with those agents still in danger, we could find them a hell of a lot faster if we had an extra set of hands to help." They both knew she was right, even if Deeks objected. If they found the agents faster, that means they'd have more time for a plan, and a better chance of survival. "Kensi.." Deeks began. "Deeks, I know. When you got shot, I didn't leave your side. Just go to the ,Mission, and see if they need anything or if they have any leads. I'm sure they will have something good to report by now. Then if they don't need any help, you can pick up some doughnuts and come back." She finished her sentence with a smile and Deeks smiled a little too. He knew she was desperate, especially since the look in her eyes was the one she got when she was low on sugar, which didn't happen very often. He knew he was loosing this battle so he stood up and said, "You know what, fine. But I'm telling Hetty to double on security, and I will be back as soon as I pick up the doughnuts after the Mission no matter what. And, you can bet that if I'm not back in an hour I'm going to text you and call you nonstop until you answer. Got it?" Kensi was shocked that he agreed to check in with OPS. She knew that he was being serious so she agreed before he could change his mind.

As he walked toward the small counter next to the door, Kensi watched to see if he had any further injuries. He didn't seem to limp, which was good news. "Princess, you know I can see you in the mirror checking me out right?" He said with a grin. He knew she wasn't checking him out, she was clearly concerned about him. But who was Marty Deeks if he didn't try to embarrass his partner? Kensi looked up at the counter and sure enough, there was Deeks smiling at her in the mirror. She wasn't checking him out, but clearly it must've looked like it. She smiled and he knew what was coming. "Sorry Deeks, but how can I check you out if there is nothing to look at?" He knew she was just kidding, but he decided to play along anyway. "Ooh Fern, " he said while holding his hand to his heart, "That hurt. " With that said, he opened the door and before he could walk out and close it, he exaggeratedly swayed his hips from side to side clearly trying to display his butt. She yelled out the first think that came to her mind, "Is that from your stripper days?" She let out a huge sound of laughter but soon regretted it as she hissed in pain. "Touché Fern, Touché." He said after he closed the door with a grin spread ear to ear on his face.

Its short, I know, but I'm planning on posting more this weekend with more of the case incorporated into it. The next chapter will have some action to it, and hopefully some questions will be answered. I have a question to ask you guys, do you think I should write a chapter from one of the kidnapped agent's POV? Or do you think it will take away from the mystery of the case? Leave your suggestions so I can start writing the next chapter!

Thanks,

Sidnee