Chapter 7:

"Do you think it's rigged?" Kensi asks searching the car for anything abnormal. Deeks was sitting on the edge of the front hood, staring into space.

"This guy is professional. Something tells me that he's not stopping here. Let's call a rental agency. Or you know what… we'll just walk around the corner. There's a rental place there."

"That… sounds good." Kensi says throwing Deeks' bag he lent her over her shoulder, "Come on."

She started to leave but noticed Deeks wasn't behind her, "Deeks? Where'd ya go?"

There was no answer for a while, making Kensi a bit hesitant to walk forward and look for her partner. She drew her gun and began to walk towards the car. Kensi was almost at the front of the car when a strange noise started to come from underneath the car. It kind of sounded like ticking.

"Shit." Kensi says realizing what it was, she bent down and looked under the car. It was a bomb, it was on and she didn't know how long she had until it blew.

"Deeks!" She yells pushing herself off the ground, "DEEKS!" Kensi howls even louder. She franticly looked around, seeing nothing. She began to run in the opposite when she heard, "Kensi? Where do you think you're going?" Deeks asks walking down the stairs after locking the door, "I had to pee."

"Deeks! Run!"

"What?"

"Run!" She says pointing at the car. Deeks seemed to realize the gravity of the situation and began to run. He passed the car and was just a little more than five feet out when it detonated. Kensi watches as her partner is thrown off the gravel and into the air.

"Deeks!" She screams as he hits the ground again, rolling a few feet before coming to a holt. Not knowing when a second blast could go off she ran over to him. Kensi lightly slaps his face until he came to, "Can you move your fingers?"

"Yes," He says in a damaged voice, "My hand is killing me."

"What about your toes?"

"Yes, but my hand is killing me."

"Well that rules out spinal trauma, let's go." Deeks attempted to sit up but couldn't so Kensi dragged him the rest of the way to the end of the driveway. She didn't stop there; Kensi didn't stop until she couldn't see the wreckage, just the smoke. She stops, pulls out her phone and dials,

"911 speaking, what's your emergency?"

"I'm reporting a bombing."

"And your location is?"

"I don't know but I'm by a car rental agency, um… Howie's Rentals. On the corner of," She looks around, "Prime street. If you come here then you'll see the smoke. I'm not sure how many more bombs are planted so proceed with caution."

"May I ask your name ma'am?"

"A worried citizen." She says hanging up her phone. Deciding against keeping her phone on her because it was traceable, she took the memory card and battery out of her phone, laid it on the ground and smashed it with her heels. Kensi started to feel for Deeks' phone, checking pockets and pouches.

"Whoa, ok then." He says with a nervous laugh, "Hands off the merchandise." He says placing her hand off of his body and next to his hand. Seizing the opportunity Kensi grabs his hand and asks, "Please…please give me your phone. I need it."

"For what?"

"I need to take the battery out and the memory card so he can't trace us."

Deeks pulls his hand away, reaches into his pocket and pulls the phone out, "Good idea."

Deeks watched Kensi as she smashed his phone to bits, and right now he felt just like the phone. Broken, and smashed.