A/N As promised. Let me know what you think!

Sam and Callen had just driven up behind Deeks' vehicle and parked. "We're here Deeks. We should be up there in less than ten minutes. Wait for us." Sam pleaded. They began running up the road toward the van.

Deeks heard Sam but ignored him. He stood and kicked the door as hard as he could.

Stringer had removed his shirt and pants and was standing at the end of the bed with the knife in his hand. His head jerked hard toward the door in surprise.

Deeks charged into the room and quickly saw Kensi tied to the bed and Stringer standing over her with the knife. He didn't think twice before he pulled the trigger. He shot him in the leg and moved quickly toward him. He had dropped the knife and his screams were deafening as he lay on the floor holding his leg.

"Deeks!" Sam yelled through coms as they were running up the road. They had heard the gunshot and were almost there.

Deeks kicked the knife away and looked over at Kensi. He was horrified at what he saw. Her face was pale behind dark splotches. She was in her bra and panties and there wasn't a spot on her body that wasn't bruised and swollen. Then he noticed the pool of blood at the foot of the bed and saw the bottoms of her feet. He choked back a sob and raced over to her.

"Oh God, Kensi! Eric, send an ambulance immediately!" He gently pulled the tape from her mouth then took a knife from his pocket and carefully cut the ropes that held her arms above her head. She cried out sharply as he slowly lowered her arms. He knew the pain must be unbearable.

Kensi thought she must be dreaming. Was Deeks really here or was it in her mind. Tears flowed freely as she looked lovingly at the image of Deeks in her mind. As she watched his face, she slowly closed her eyes and slipped into darkness once again.

Deeks watched in horror as she passed out. "Kensi! He quickly checked her pulse to make sure she was still alive. He gently tried to slide her down to a more comfortable position. He could hear her ragged breathing.

His anger took over. Stringer was still in the floor whimpering and writhing around. He grabbed his gun and walked back over to him. He kicked him hard in the ribs. Stringer began yelping and started crying. "So you can dish it out but you can't take it, huh!" Deeks screamed. He walked around and kicked him hard on the other side. Stringer yelled again and begged Deeks to stop. "You want me to stop, is that what you want? You sick son-of-a-bitch!" He kicked him hard again and heard a rib crack. He was preparing to kick him again when he heard someone enter the room.

"Deeks stop!" Callen commanded.

He looked over at Sam and Callen as they entered the room. He saw the realization wash over their faces as they looked at Kensi.

Tears streamed down his face as he looked back down at the piece of trash wallowing around on the floor. He raised his gun and pointed it at Stringer's head.

"Don't, please don't," Stringer whined.

Sam whispered, "Deeks, don't do this."

Deeks looked at Stringer, then back at Kensi. Stringer deserved it for what he had done to her. But if he pulled the trigger, then Stringer would get off easy and for what he had done to Kensi, he wanted him to suffer. He lowered his gun and handed it to Sam as he went back to Kensi. He was afraid he would change his mind and blow the bastard's head off.

Callen and Sam went over to Stringer and tied him up. They dragged him outside in his underwear and threw him on the ground. They could care less if he was in pain. Who was going to believe his story? They would say Deeks fought with him then managed to get to his gun and shoot him in the leg. He could have shot him in the chest but he didn't in order to preserve his sorry life. Deeks would be the hero in their version of the story.

Callen called Hetty and filled her in on what they had found. "Where is the ambulance?"

"They are on their way Mr. Callen."

"You better get Eric to talk them through the roads out here. We never would have found this place."

"How's Kensi?" she asked.

"Not good Hetty. She's unconscious right now. Deeks is in there with her but… it's really bad."

Hetty sighed loudly. "Let me know when they leave to transport her to the hospital."

"Will do. We're bringing Stringer to the boatshed. He's been shot but there is no way he's going out of here by ambulance. I'm going to find the roughest route possible out of here," he said angrily.

"I'll inform the FBI of what we've uncovered… after we have interrogated him first. I'm sending out the forensics team to document it all. Make sure you have a picture of that monster in his current state of undress."

Callen thanked Hetty then turned to go back inside.

He found Deeks hovering over Kensi. He had taken the medical supplies out of his backpack and was using them to gently clean and bandage her feet. He had also covered her nearly nude body with his jacket. Callen noticed the streaks on his face where the tears kept falling. "How is she?" he asked softly.

Deeks moved back around to her head and knelt beside the bed. He checked her vital signs again. "Her breathing is a little better… but her pulse is weak. She's lost a lot of blood," he said in a shaky voice.

Callen moved up behind him and placed his hand on his shoulder. "The ambulance will be here in a few minutes. She'll be okay Deeks. She's strong."

"She was conscious when I got here. He… he was… he was about to rape her Callen," he cried as his body quietly shook with sobs. He reached out and took her right hand gently in his. It was the only part of her body that hadn't been beaten. Her wrists were raw from the rope burns but her hands and fingers were untouched. He bent over and kissed it gently, not wanting to move her injured arms.

Sam came inside and said "Ambulance will be here in three minutes." He walked toward the bed and clinched his fists when he saw Kensi's injuries up close.

Callen looked at Sam and motioned for him to follow him outside.

"One of us has to stay here until the forensics team arrives. The other needs to take that piece of crap back to the boatshed."

"G. You better leave me here 'cause I'll kill him," Sam said firmly.

Stringer was lying in the gravel next to the van. "Okay, I'll go get the SUV and bring it up here." He paused as he walked past Stringer. He decided to prop him up against the van and just accidently banged his head a little too hard in the process. He walked off as Stringer started wailing again.

Sam watched with a look of satisfaction on his face then turned to go back inside. He would have his chance when they put him in the back of the SUV.

Deeks heard the sirens in the distance. His eyes never left Kensi's face as he talked to her quietly, "Kensi, wake up baby. Let me see your beautiful eyes. Come on Kens, you're safe now. I love you Princess. Please wake up."

Sam couldn't help but overhear Deeks. He ducked his head and fought to keep his emotions down.

As the ambulance pulled up in front of the shack, Sam went out to meet them and directed them into the house. As they passed Stringer sitting next to the van, one of them looked curiously at Sam. "He's not important, we need you in here."

As the EMT's came in the room, Deeks kissed Kensi's hand again and quickly backed out of their way. The female tech gasped audibly when she saw Kensi. He gave them a short description of the injuries he knew about and leaned back against the wall.

Deeks watched as they gently checked her injuries. They quickly hooked up an IV to give her fluids. When they rolled her to her side, Deeks' hand flew to cover his mouth. The sight of the bruises on her back and the back of her legs started a fresh wave of silent sobs.

Callen arrived with the SUV and but was in no hurry to load up Stringer. He would wait until Kensi was safely in the ambulance.

After about half an hour of checking and preparing Kensi for the trip to the hospital, the crew of two was ready to take her to the ambulance. There was no question of whether or not Deeks was going with her. He was going. Period.

Sam and Deeks helped them carefully carry the gurney over the rough porch and the gravel. After she was placed in the ambulance, Deeks walked back over to Stringer and punched him as hard as he could across his jaw. The male EMT just stopped and stared.

"Did he do that to her?" he asked pointing to Stringer.

"Yeah," Deeks answered giving him a challenging look.

"I didn't see a thing," he said nodding his head at Deeks.

"Hey, could you do us a small favor?" Callen asked the tech.

"Name it," he replied.

"Do you have something we could wrap around his wound? I don't want him bleeding all over my car."

"Sure," he said smiling slightly. He got a disposable blanket from the back of the ambulance and tossed it at Callen.

"Don't worry, we'll take good care of her," he said as he closed the back of the ambulance after Deeks climbed in.

He got in the driver's seat and slowly drove down the gravel road.

Sam looked at Callen and then at Stringer. "You ready to take that piece of crap in?"

"No. I'd rather just tie him to that bed and let him rot out here."

"Is that an option? 'Cause I could go for that. But let's beat him black and blue first, okay?"

The fear on Stringer's face was evident. "I'm a federal agent! You'd never get away with it!"

"Oh, but its okay for you to beat up federal agent? A female federal agent!" Callen yelled.

"You are a sorry excuse for a human being," Sam shouted. "And leaving you here to die is too humane for you. You're going back to be prosecuted so everyone will know about your dirty little secrets. They'll find out you're a traitor. You were an agent Stringer but not anymore. You know what they do to traitors, right?"

Sam roughly picked him up and walked him toward the SUV.

"Where are my clothes? I need my clothes!" he whined.

"Too bad. They are now evidence," Callen sneered at him. He spread the blanket on the back seat and was about to shove Stringer in when Sam tapped him on the shoulder and said, "Allow me."

He grabbed Stringer by his throat then punched him hard in the stomach. He let him go and shoved him backwards into the vehicle. "I think he was resisting arrest don't you G."

"That's what it looked like to me Sam."

Callen and Sam got in and drove down the road. He dropped Sam at his car then headed back into LA.

Sam drove his car back to the shack and waited patiently for the forensics team to arrive. He sat quietly in his car and sent up silent prayers for Kensi.

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Deeks had requested that Kensi be taken to Pacific Beach Medical. That was where they were usually taken when they had the misfortune of needing a trip to the hospital. He had been taken there when he was shot and was pleased with his care and treatment. He trusted them to take care of Kensi.

He held her hand as the tech continued to monitor her vital signs. They had covered her with a blanket but the bruises to her face and arms were brutal. He couldn't imagine what she must have endured. She had been a punching bag to that monster for almost twenty four hours. He looked at her face and prayed she would wake up soon.

The EMT looked at Deeks and asked, "What's her name?"

"Kensi," he replied.

"Is she a cop?"

"Federal Agent. She's my… partner."

"And your name?"

"Deeks. Marty Deeks," he said, never taking his eyes off Kensi.

"Well Marty, I think your… partner is a very strong person to have survived this."

"She is. She's tougher than you could ever imagine," he told her. "I'm sorry; I didn't ask your name."

"Crystal."

Deeks looked at her suddenly and smiled briefly. "Nice to meet you Crystal. Thanks for taking care of my… of Kensi."

He looked back at Kensi and smiled, "Okay, Princess. You really need to wake up now. You're gonna get a kick out of this one."

Crystal wasn't sure what had changed Marty's demeanor all of a sudden, but she could tell his smile combined with those lovely blue eyes were a deadly combination. Too bad he was totally in love with his partner.

A/N Thanks for the wonderful reviews. Also thanks to Emma who wanted Deeks to beat the crap out of him AND shoot him. I thought I would let them all have a crack at him!