When Kensi woke up again, she knew she had definitely slept longer than she had anticipated. The only problem was that she couldn't remember where she was sleeping, nor why she wasn't in her bed. The first thing she noticed was that she wasn't cold and that her head was resting on something soft. A very big part of her wanted to go back to sleep, but a nagging thought in the back of her mind insisted that something was wrong. She thought about her situation harder and suddenly recalled that she was a hostage and that she was stuck in a cement cell.
The feeling of vulnerability overwhelmed her and her eyes snapped open. She jolted back violently to get away from whoever was next to her in order to get into a defensive position, but her head hit the wall behind her forcibly, eliciting a cry of pain as she immediately went to clutch at her head. This movement reignited flames of pain up her arm as her wounds split open at the sudden movement. Her hand began throbbing as she tried to clench her hand into a fist, forgetting about her broken finger and bruised wrist. The exploding pain in her head blinded her momentarily and she went into further panic when she suddenly felt hands on her.
"Don't touch me," she snarled, pain evident in her voice as she scrambled away, curling up into herself in order to create as much of a defensive position as possible. She had to squeeze her eyes together tightly as a steady ringing started up in her ears, causing the headache to increase to splitting proportions. Kensi tried to take calming breathes, but she found herself becoming more and more agitated when she wasn't able to assess her surroundings properly.
It wasn't until a few minutes later when she was able to uncurl her hands from her head and reorient herself with the situation. She quickly came to the conclusion that she was indeed alone in the cell besides one very worried looking G Callen.
"Kens?" he asked uncertainly, still poised with his hands up in a guarding position. She realized that it had probably been his hands trying to calm her down earlier.
"Sorry," she breathed uneasily, not meeting his eyes. She saw him struggling to get up out of the corner of her eye and approach her slowly. She didn't miss the pain in his grimace.
"How's that head?" he murmured, crouching down next to her and collapsing into a sitting position. Callen went to reach for her head but paused, wordlessly asking for permission. She lowered her hand and he gently turned her face to look at her head wound. Luckily the recent scuffle with the wall hadn't re-opened the wound, so he moved to her arm. He peeled the fabric away, much to Kensi's disapproval and pain, to see it bleeding and oozing.
"Ooh that hurts," she hissed, closing her eyes again. They were interrupted when the door swung open, revealing not only Mark, but two other large men.
"Get them up," Mark said, sending his men toward the two agents. They could do little but oblige as they were hoisted up roughly. They were led out to the big room and Kensi noted that they had moved the heavy chair aside and replaced it with a much simpler chair. She was forced down onto it, her hands tied behind her back again, and her ankles tied to the legs of the chair. Callen was thrown onto the ground by the pole, hands tied behind his back around the metal pipe awkwardly. He arched his back as the cold material pushed up against his back.
"Out." Mark ordered his men who willingly obliged, disappearing down a corridor. Mark sighed, hands on his hips as he looked back and forth between Kensi and Callen. "You two look awful," he said sarcastically, scratching at his tattoo on his neck. He walked over to G and bent down, looking at him with a frown. "How are your muscles feeling after those shocks? In pain I bet." He squeezed Callen's arm roughly and the agent responded with a wince. Mark stood, making his way over to Kensi. A coy smile played on his lips as he approached and Kensi glared at him.
He swung his leg over and lowered himself onto her lap, effectively straddling her against the chair. She immediately tensed, feeling him dig his hips into hers. She pressed her mouth together tightly, keeping her eyes locked on Callen's over Mark's shoulder. Mark broke the eye contact by forcing Kensi's chin up, exposing her neck. Her breathing quickened and she made a disgusted sound in the back of her throat as he began trailing his fingers up and down her neck, his other hand firmly planted on her jaw. She tried to yank her head away when his hand started tracing her collarbone, but he kept a tight hold.
"Fiesty," he murmured close to her ear, trailing a finger down under the collar of her shirt.
"Get off of me," she said with some difficulty, feeling his grip tighten on her jaw.
"Do you like watching this Agent Callen?" Mark turned away briefly to look at Callen who had averted his eyes. Kensi took the opportunity to take a few calming breaths while Mark was turned away. "Let's play a game," he continued, still looking at Callen. "How long can I go on until you tell me what I want to know?" Mark turned back to her, lowering his lips to her collarbone experimentally. She felt sick. He began kissing his way up her neck, ignoring her cursing through clenched teeth. He bit down sharply and she cried out in pain, not expecting the sudden motion. Callen's eyes snapped up to meet hers and she saw the guilt and anger in his eyes, mixed with fear for her. She sent him a warning look, a threat that she would be very mad if he revealed the rest of their team just to save her.
Mark took the opportunity to pull her chin back down, crushing his mouth against hers roughly. It caught her by surprise and she spluttered, trying to pull her mouth away. When that didn't work, she attempted to bite down as hard as she could, but he drew away too quickly for her to do any harm.
"You're a sick bastard," she growled, spitting into his face. This earned her a backhand across her face and he leaned over her again, a hand snaking behind her to dig his fingers into her wounded arm. She cried out in pain, trying to bite down the noise as he dug his nails in. He kept his hand there as he kissed her again, pushing his hips into her. The fingers in her arm kept her from fighting back and she pressed her lips together in a thin line, nearly gagging at the taste of alcohol and cigarettes in her mouth. He pulled back, chuckling darkly and licking his lips.
"Anytime Agent Callen," Mark cooed, the pressure disappearing from Kensi's arm. She felt them tug at the back of her shirt instead. His hands roamed her back and stomach, grabbing her waist too tightly for her liking.
"Get off of me," Kensi repeated, her voice low and threatening. She heard the quiver in her voice and cursed herself, but the level of panic in her mind was slowly increasing to parameters that she wouldn't be able to handle. Mark chuckled softly, amused by her words. His hands trailed to her back and up toward her bra, pinching the skin as he went. Kensi's breath hitched at the dark look in his eyes and she immediately looked at her teammate across the room.
"Callen," she bit out, feeling embarrassed tears stinging at her eyes.
"Stop." Callen's command rang out before she had finished saying his name, immediately taking on the role of protector. "Stop it." When Mark didn't turn to face him, but instead went back to caressing Kensi's neck, Callen became angry. "Hey, listen to me!"
"He said stop." The new voice in the room caused Mark to whirl around, hands disappearing from under Kensi's shirt. She let out a shaky breath of relief, pushing back the tears and the panic to the back of her mind. Two of Mark's men had emerged from the corridor with a third person trailing behind them. The voice had come from the guy in the back.
"Sorry to interrupt boss, Luke sent us this guy. Apparently he thinks this guy will do a better job than you." One of the men snickered at his own comment but was silenced when he glanced behind him at the newcomer. He pushed past the other two in order to make his way into the room and Kensi nearly cried out in relief when she recognized Sam. But she kept her reaction in check as Mark grumbled something before getting off of her. Callen had merely glanced at Sam but was now staring intently at her, worry written all over his face. She didn't have the strength to put up any masks over her emotions and stared back at him with such unadulterated anxiety that he wished he could take her place in the situation.
Kensi shut her eyes to keep any moisture from escaping and hung her head, trying to gain control of her emotions. When she opened them again, she saw that Callen was now focused on Sam.
"What's your name?" Mark asked, clearly not happy about the interruption.
"Rick," Sam said roughly, only glancing at Callen and Kensi before focusing on Mark again. His face was set in a scowl.
"Let me finish here and then we'll talk," Mark stated in annoyance, waving him away and turning to face Kensi again.
"I have orders from Luke to take over this interrogation," Sam continued, stopping Mark in his tracks. The smaller man sighed.
"I don't care that Luke sent his rat. I can do this better myself."
"Do you want to tell him that personally?" This statement subdued Mark a bit and he paused to study Rick. Sam continued to stare.
"Fine," he finally growled, narrowing his eyes. "We'll talk." Mark looked at his two men and motioned toward Kensi and Callen. "Get these two out of here." The two men untied both of the agents and heaved them up into standing positions. Kensi couldn't stop her legs from shaking as they were led back into the cell. "I'm not done with her though." The man holding Kensi snorted at Mark's comment before steering her toward the cell. They were unceremoniously dumped inside, slamming the door and muting the voices from outside.
A/N: Sorry that it took me so long to update! Thank you everyone for your reviews and feedback, I appreciate it more than you might think! Love you all.
