Disclaimer - I know, I don't own it. But they are fun to play with.

Week 6

Stake outs were, by definition, boring as hell. Usually she had her partner with her to help her pass the time. This time, she had a different partner. Looking at the clock and noting it was about 1:15am, she figured Callen and Sam would be here in about an hour to relieve them.

Trey had been unusually quiet since their talk in the bull pen, and while she was happy to have the quiet, she felt bad for the reason behind it. She looked over at him, noticing that he was looking intently at his phone.

"Hey, everything ok over there?" she asked.

He looked up, snapping his phone shut. "Yeah, everything is good."

He was acting weird, but before she could ask anything further, she noticed movement from the house they were watching.

Keeping her eyes peeled for anything suspicious, she noticed that the two arms dealers they were tracking had gotten into a car and were pulling away. Snapping into action, she told Trey to call Callen and let him know what was going on and that they would be following them. Putting the car into drive, it was time for action.

They followed them for about 4 miles when he must have realized they had a tail. The driver stepped on the gas and ran the red light at the last minute. To keep up and not lose them, she followed suit. Luckily, at this time of night there weren't many cars on the road and no one at that particular intersection.

Trey made a quick call to Eric to let him know to keep tracking them as they followed their guys, and Eric let him know that Callen and Sam were right behind them for backup. Two more lights and 3 turns later found them on the freeway, catching up to them. Suddenly, the passenger leaned out and began shooting at them.

Kensi did some defensive driving maneuvers to keep the shooter from hitting them, but he got lucky and shot out a tire. At the speed they were going, there wasn't much she could do as she lost control of the vehicle.

She yelled at Trey to hold on as the car slammed into the concrete barrier and the air bags deployed. As the car came to a stop, she tried to look over at Trey, to make sure he was ok. She could hear him saying her name, but she couldn't get her limbs to work. She finally got her eyes to open and looked over him.

He had a cut over his eye and blood was pouring down his face. She blinked a couple of times. Her whole body hurt and dots kept clouding her vision. She could see his lips moving but his voice seemed far away.

Suddenly, she felt someone trying to undo her seatbelt. Making her neck move, she saw Callen, eyes frantic, lips moving. She thought he was asking her what was wrong, where it hurt, but her mind was whirling and before she closed her eyes to welcome the darkness, she could only mumble one thing. Deeks.

At the hospital, Callen, Sam, Hetty, Eric and Nell sat in the waiting room, waiting on news from the doctors about the wellbeing of two of their own.

Sam remembered the way Trey was trying desperately to get to Kensi, to see to her injuries. He had a broken arm and a large gash over his eye.

Callen, lost in his thoughts, remembered cutting Kensi loose from the seatbelt. He could tell she wasn't doing well. He had tried to get her to talk, to tell him what was wrong, but all he could hear was her whispering Deeks' name before she blacked out. After the paramedics had gotten Kensi out of the car, he had walked back over one more time. He noticed a wrapped gift with a light purple note taped to it under her seat. He had seen a couple of these purple notes on Kensi's desk and grabbed it, knowing who it was from and that it would be important to her.

Eric and Nell were both in shock, watching the accident unfold before them on the traffic cam, calling for EMS to get there as fast as they could.

Hetty, as soon as she got the news, packed up Eric and Nell in her car and drove them to hospital, making record time.

Now, their make shift family was sitting in the hard chairs they were far too familiar with, waiting on news of their friends. There was only one person missing, a certain Detective who, had he known, would be here come hell or high water.

Hetty had tried her damnedest to get Bates to get Deeks out of wherever he was to see to his partner, knowing that he would want to be here, but Bates wasn't going to pull him out of his assignment just because of a car accident. He didn't care that Kensi was injured, or that Deeks would be pissed when he found out what happened. Hetty made a mental note to talk to Mr. Deeks when he returned about finally signing those papers.

Hetty stood up, noticing the doctor coming towards them.

"Good evening, or rather, good morning Henrietta. I know you all are waiting for updates on your friends. Mr. Norton sustained a deep laceration above his right eye. His left elbow was bruised but luckily no fractures. He should be released tomorrow.

Ms. Blye's injuries are a lot more severe since the driver side took the biggest hit. She has 3 cracked ribs from the impact and her right wrist is badly sprained and she has multiple scrapes and bruises over her body, however, it's her head that is cause for concern. It seems her head hit the window, causing some swelling in her brain. We have induced a coma for right now, to give her body time to heal and the swelling to come down. We will be doing a CT scan every few hours to monitor it. As soon as the swelling comes down, we will wean her off the medication and see if she will wake up. Right now, it's a waiting game."

Callen was stunned. Her brain was swelling? She was in a coma? "Doc, you said IF she wakes up…" He couldn't get the rest of his sentence out.

The doctor answered the question in all their eyes. "There is never a guarantee that people who suffer brain injuries will wake up. Ms. Blye's injuries are extensive, yes, but the swelling isn't as bad as it could be. If it starts going down soon, there should be nothing keeping her from waking up. However, please keep in mind, we won't know the damage of her head until she wakes up. At best, there will be no lasting effects. At the worst, there could be severe amnesia or other problems such as loss of motor functions. She may have to enter rehab to learn how to do the basic things again, talking, walking, and dressing herself. But I am hopeful that she will make a full recovery. I will allow one person at a time to go back and sit with her. I would suggest talking to her. I believe she can hear you, even if she can't respond right now."

Hetty thanked him and asked if Trey could receive visitors as well. After getting approval from him, Sam immediately got up and said he would go sit with Trey, knowing Callen would want to be with Kensi right now.

Callen sat in a daze, wondering how this had gone to hell to in a hand basket. He despised LAPD right now, knowing Deeks should be the one sitting here with her. He didn't know when, but he knew there was some kind of change between the two partners. He wanted nothing more than the woman he considered his little sister to be happy. And he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that Deeks was the person to do that.

Kensi was hard headed and stubborn and had more walls put up than the Great Wall of China, but Deeks had never cared about that. He had watched as slowly but surely, Kensi had started coming out of her shell and became more relaxed. She didn't take as many risks now that she used to. She allowed her softer side to show a little more.

He knew that she worked hard to keep up appearances, to make them see that she was one of them. It had never mattered to her how many times Sam, Callen and even Renko had told her that she didn't need to, that it was ok to be human, but she never wanted to look weak in front of them.

Since Deeks had come along, he watched in fascination as the walls slowly started crumbling. He admired the younger man that he could make her open up in ways they had never been able to do. He proudly watched as the two became REAL partners, seeing the trust in each other. As their bond deepened, he watched as the two slipped seamlessly from partners to friends. The bickering and flirty banter they engaged in was most times inappropriate, but completely them. He watched as Kensi loosened up and Deeks be more serious. They brought out the best in each other, and it was incredible to watch.

He and Sam talked frequently on what would happen WHEN they crossed the line from friendship to more. There had always been a thing between them that did nothing but grow with time, no matter how much they denied it. Callen knew the line had yet to be crossed. He had spent enough time watching them.

But he also knew that it would happen soon. There were so many sparks flying between them, that sometimes when they looked at each other it became uncomfortable, like you were witnessing an intensely intimate moment and you didn't know how to get out of it. They could have entire conversations with their eyes, and if you were watching closely, you could see the smirk on Deeks face at the end and the blush start to rise on Kensi's cheeks. Soon, he thought. And he and Sam were ready.

Callen, Sam and even Trey took turns sitting with Kensi for five days. She was never alone in the hospital and the guys were always talking to her. Because Trey's injuries prevented him from doing field work of any kind, he usually sat with her during the day while Callen and Sam would take turns at night. The swelling had slowly receded and was now gone. They had weaned her off the medications in hopes that she would wake up two days ago, but so far, sleeping beauty had been doing just that, sleeping.

On the 6th day, Callen had showed up to relieve Trey. Sitting there, he told his little sister about the day. He and Sam had managed to catch the guys that had caused the accident. He went into detail about the capture of the men and the interrogation.

When that story was done, he did what he did almost every night, he started talking about Deeks. He would recount different stories, in hopes that hearing his name would bring her back. Tonight he was talking about the Stanley King case and how Deeks had been quiet, intent on keeping Kensi safe.

As he was talking, he looked down and noticed her hand twitch. He grabbed her hand and kept talking. Every time he said Deeks' name, her hand would move a little more. So he just kept talking. 10 minutes into it, and he saw her head move a little. He squeezed her hand.

"Come on Kensi, wake up."

And then she did.

Kensi's POV

She felt the fog lifting. She heard Callen talking to her, but she couldn't get her body to respond. He was telling her a story. She listened, and the she heard his name. She tried desperately to do something and she thinks her fingers moved. She felt him grab her hand and continue talking. She continued trying to get her body to cooperate, feeling her hand move a few more times.

"Come on Kensi, wake up."

Slowly, so slowly, she opened her eyes.

"Kens, hey there. You had us all scared. How are you feeling? Never mind, don't answer that. I'll get the doctor. Just lay still."

Callen pressed the call button and before she could say anything, the room was flooded with nurses. Callen slipped outside to let the team know she was awake.

Two fun filled hours later, she had been poked and prodded and sent for more scans. She had been asked questions ranging from her name, to where she grew up, where she worked, the last thing she remember, the names of her coworkers, favorite foods. She had talked to the doctor in great length about her injuries and the different scenarios regarding her head trauma. Because of her answers and lack of any kind of amnesia, the outlook was positive, they just had to wait on the test results.

The team was with her now, waiting on the doctor to come and give everyone an update. She watched as Callen, Sam and Trey bickered about the upcoming basketball game. Eric and Nell were talking about the latest techy stuff out there. She looked over at Hetty, who had a small smile on her face.

Catching her eye, Kensi smiled. This was her family and they would do anything for each other. Too bad someone was missing. Kensi sighed. While she appreciated everyone being here, there was only one person she needed. And he wasn't available right now.

Before her thoughts could go any further, the doctor came in.

"Hello Ms. Blye. Well, the results of the tests are back. Everything looks great. We are going to keep you for another day or two, just to make sure there are no residual problems. You are a very lucky lady Ms. Blye." He smiled as he nodded his head and left the room.

A few hours later, dinner had been consumed and everyone had slowly gone home. Callen was the only one who hadn't left yet.

"Callen, go home. I know you have been here almost every night since the accident, but you heard the doctor, I'm fine." She smiled at him, knowing it was hard for him to sit here and see her like this. But she was okay. The doctor had just told them that.

"Kensi, I am not leaving you here alone in this hospital. You are the closest thing I have to a sister. In saying that, I would much rather face your wrath than Deeks. When he comes back, if he finds out we didn't stay with you, it will be much worse than whatever you will do if I stay. And that's saying a lot." He smiled gently at her.

At the mention of her partner's name, her eyes had glazed over. He went to his bag and took out the gift and the note and handed it to her. She immediately recognized the light purple paper. She looked up, questions in her mismatched eyes.

"After they took you away in the ambulance, I went back to the car to see what I could get out of it. I noticed this under the seat. I've seen the purple paper a couple of times on your desk and figured this was important. I'm gonna head home and shower and change. I will be back within an hour. Do you want me to bring you anything?"

"No, I'm good. And Callen, really, you don't need to stay with me. I will be okay."

"Not a chance in hell Kens. I know you'd much rather have someone else here with you, and I'm sorry I can't be him, but there is no way I am leaving you alone. Get over it." He smirked at her, got up and took off.

So Kensi sat there, looking at the box and touching the note. Gingerly, she opened the paper.

Kiki – I cannot, in good conscious, let you get sugar deprived on a stake out. I have noticed over the years that under the seat is the last place you look when you get antsy and bored. So, here you go. Also, the other part just reminded me of you. I don't know how you manage to literally take up the whole bed, but I'm nothing if not crafty, I can adapt. ;) Smile sunshine! - D

Of course he would notice something like that. She laughed to herself and tore open the box finding her favorite chocolate and a starfish keychain.

By the time Callen got back, the chocolates were already half gone, the box open on her lap and the note in her hand. He put the box on the table next to the bed, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the note and the keychain out of her hand. Deciding against any further attempts, he laid down on the couch and slept, knowing she was going to be ok.

AN - wow! That was long. Tell me what you think?