Chapter 9

Deeks almost fell over in his chair. It was Kensi, and she was dancing at a strip club. At the end of her dance, she stared right at him, and the lack of luster in her eyes frightened him. What scared him even more was the look of terror that washed over her face when the music started. He turned back to the bartender who was cleaning a pitcher.

"How much for a private room with her?" Deeks asked as he pointed a thumb at Kensi.

"It's 300 an hour, and 500 for two." He said as he set down the pitcher and walked closer to him.

"I'll take an hour." Deeks shelled out the cash from his wallet and watched the waiter pick up a phone and talk to someone.

"She'll be waiting in room 5 in ten minutes." He said, and turned back to his pitcher.


She was ushered off of the stage and he grabbed her arm and dragged her down the hallway.

"Where are you taking me?" She screamed as he dragged her farther down the dark hall.

"Shut up!" He shouted and slapped her across the face. She let out a surprised whimper and he pushed her into a room. "Someone's paid for a private session with you." He shoved her against the wall and put a hand to her throat and squeezed. "Play nice. Or you'll wish you were never born." He let her go and walked out of the room. He shut the door behind him and left her to wheeze. After she caught her breath, she looked around the room.

It was a fairly large room with a queen sized bed. The interior, like the rest of the club, was red, and so were the bed sheets. There was a pole in the middle of the room, and there were some fuzzy hand cuffs on the floor. She rummaged around, there were sex toys galore, but there were no weapons. She huffed, but instantly regretted it as her rib screamed. She grabbed at her side and took a few, calming breaths. She looked around once more to see if she'd missed something. But she was a federal agent, and she knew she hadn't.

There was no escape. So she took a seat and waited.


Deeks finished his drink and slipped off the bar stool. He sauntered down near the stage, where a girl with ocean blue eyes was dancing. He walked off into the corner of the room and took a deep breath. He was so jittery, he felt like a child on a sugar high. No matter what he did, he couldn't keep still. He was just so glad that Kensi was safe.

Or so he thought.

"Sir?" Deeks looked at the young man, who looked like he was maybe in his late twenties. "Are you for room 5?" Deeks nodded vigorously and the man smiled, " I hear she's pretty feisty. Right this way sir." He led Deeks down a dark hallway with many doors branching off. All he could hear was the techno music blaring above his head, and honestly, that's all he wanted to hear in this hallway. The man stopped in front of a door and pushed it open. "Here you are. Have fun." He held open the door for Deeks. He took a deep breath and walked into the room. He waited for the door to slide shut before he dared to move.

Apparently, so did she.


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(Sorry it's short, but I promise, the next chapter will be amazing!)