Chapter 7: My Obsession

The walls were white. The windows were ginormous. The light was blinding. The bed was horrifically uncomfortable. Yeah, Deeks had definitely woken up in a hospital. He opened his eyes slowly, as if not to let too much light in at once, and caught a good look at the other body in the room. It was Kensi's. Why his partner watched him sleep he didn't know, but he found it strangely flattering. Besides, he knew it was her way of saying she cares.

"How is it that I almost died and you look worse than I do?"

Kensi laughed and grabbed his hand. She obviously missed him. And he missed her – of course – but he kind of liked what privacy he and Callen got while they were kidnapped. He was happy he had told Callen how he feels. He was happy he kissed the older man. But, Callen was worse than Deeks when Kensi and Sam found them…

"I don't know. Maybe because I sat in the waiting room for 9 hours."

"How's Callen?"

There was a hopeful glint in Deeks' eyes. He was obviously worried about the other man's wellbeing. Deeks wanted Callen to be okay. He would actually feel really responsible if he wasn't. Besides, he and Callen have some… unfinished business that they need to sort out. Like whether or not any of it meant anything.

"He was in surgery for a while. They couldn't find the bullet. But he's breathing – granted, he's having a hard time staying asleep – but he's breathing."

There was an interesting lack of sadness in her voice. Not that she wasn't upset about what happened, she just seemed happier about Deeks being okay than she did about Callen. Which, I guess isn't as bad as it seems, because Deeks is her partner, Callen isn't. Still, acting like she cared more than she really did would be nice.

Kensi squeezed Deeks' hand, which he didn't realize she was still holding. Her hands felt different on his than Callen's. He couldn't really tell you how though. They just did. And that was a good enough reason to pull his hand away in his book. The action made Kensi pout.

"I wanna see Callen."

Kensi was taken aback by the comment. It briefly made her question if her partner stilled cared about her.

"You're not allowed to leave the room until tomorrow. Sorry."

Deeks nodded. He knew it wasn't true. He could leave if he wanted. She probably just wanted to spend some time with him. He couldn't really blame her. She had gone days without seeing him, and to make it better during that time he had been kidnapped by murderers. Lovely, right? He didn't really even wanna hang out with her right now. She was too clingy, and she quite obviously had a crush on him. It was both flattering and disturbing. She always said she didn't like him like that, but she was way too protective to not like him.

Deeks honestly had no clue how to tell her he liked Callen. He didn't want to hurt her; she was his partner after all. He figured the best way would be to just flat out tell her. Y'know, just rip the band aid off, so to speak. But that still involved hurting her. Maybe she would take it better than he was thinking, though.

Deeks' ached. All over. Literally, all over. His back hurt, his face hurt, he hurt. It hurt to move, it hurt to breathe, heck it even hurt to think. He screwed himself over so bad this time. And poor Callen was probably in more pain than he was. He couldn't get his mind off of the older man. It was like a curse that was impossible to get rid of. Curses suck. But Deeks would learn to live with it. Hopefully. It might hurt pretty bad keeping it inside, but he didn't want to cause trouble. Especially for Kensi. Or the team. He just wanted to talk things over with Callen. Set things straight. Find out if anything was real. He needed to know.

"Deeks?"

Kensi waved her hand in front of Deeks' face. He reluctantly snapped out of his thoughts.

"I'm sorry. I have to go see Callen."

Deeks got up, despite the searing pain, threw his clothes on, and ran out the door. Kensi followed.

"G, you need to sleep."

Sam had been berating Callen since he got out of surgery. All Callen wanted was to see Deeks. All Sam wanted was for Callen to sleep. Callen's morphine was starting to wear off, so he would want sleep to ignore the pain. However, all he could think about was Deeks and those talented lips of his. There was no one he would rather have with him than Deeks. He honestly wanted to, even after everything he went through; shoot himself in the foot over this crush of his.

"No, what I need is to see Deeks."

Sam gave a skeptical look. He knew the two were undercover, but what could he possibly need to get off his chest that was so important? Yeah, the two would need to talk things over, maybe even go to therapy sessions, but couldn't it wait?

"Not now. You need to rest."

Callen was about to smash his head against the wall. He didn't want – or need – to sleep. He needed to see Deeks! Nothing was more important. He needed to tell the blond that he meant it. Everything. The kiss, the hand holding, the calling Deeks his boyfriend, and even the 'I love you'. He meant it all.

And then, out of nowhere, came Deeks.

In his bloodstained clothes. With Kensi following him.

Deeks approached his friend.

The eye contact was too much to bear.

Kensi and Sam left the two.

And it was just them.

A/N: So, another super short chapter. But you still got something. This story just doesn't want me to write it. I guess it's rebelling. Anyway, again for tomorrow, if I update, it'll be late at night.