Okay, so I've decided that I can't make Livy lose the baby because that just seems cruel and makes me feel UBER guilty.

This is also a first because I've never done a Kensi POV before, so bear with me.

KENSI'S POV:

When I got to Sam, I realized that the bullet had struck him in the shoulder, and it appeared to be a through-and-through wound. Still, it was bleeding, and I immediately began applying pressure to the wound so that it would stop.

"Awww…hell," Sam muttered. "Just what I needed. I got blood on the shirt. Hetty and Livy are going to kill me."

"Well, at least I know you're going to live," I half-laughed, half-sobbed. Seeing Sam, the man I was falling for, lying on the floor with blood all over his clothes was almost more than I could bear.

"Don't cry, Kens," Sam told me, reaching up with his good hand and wiping my tears away. "I'm okay."

I nodded, my eyes blinded by tears. I could hear myself sobbing, but I wasn't sure how to stop. The tears just kept falling as I leaned over Sam.

We got to the hospital twenty minutes later. Hetty, Nate, and Livy arrived at the same time while Callen and Dom took care of the scene and Eric coordinated with local L..

"How is Mr. Hanna?" Hetty wanted to know anxiously, strolling into the emergency room as if she owned the place.

"He's okay," I admitted, taking a deep breath. "They're cleaning and bandaging the wound, and then he'll be out."

"Kensi, are you okay?" Livy asked quietly, putting a gentle hand on my arm.

I nodded, not wanting anybody to know that my hands were still shaking. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Livy smiled at me. "Trust me, I know how you're feeling. It'll get better."

I smiled back at Livy. She had become one of my closest friends since she joined OSP not too long ago. "Thanks."

"I will go and take care of the paperwork," Hetty announced, walking away with her chin in the air slightly. Everyone in the building was watching her with peculiar interest, and I saw Nate watching her with amusement.

Sam was doing fine when he came out. His shoulder was bandaged up, and he was wearing a sling, but otherwise he was fine. The doctor had given him some strong drugs for the pain, and he was slightly dizzy, so Nate and Kensi supported him carefully.

"Whersh G?" he wanted to know, his words somewhat slurred. "Ish he all right?"

I laughed a little, and everyone else seemed cheered by Sam's confusion.

"Callen's fine, Sam," Kensi assured him. "Don't worry about him."

"I alwaysh worry," Sam told us. "Somebody hash too."

"Gosh, I wish we had a video camera right now," I said aloud.

"Don't worry, Agent Callen," Hetty spoke up. "I've recorded the entire thing on my phone. We can blackmail him as much as you like."

CALLEN'S POV:

We all gathered back at OSP headquarters around five in the morning. It had been a long night, and everyone was exhausted. The effects of the pain pills had knocked Sam out, and he was snoring loudly on the sofa in the lounge. Kensi was sitting nearby, keeping a close eye on him to make sure that, if he needed anything, she could get it for him.

Livy was practically asleep on her feet, so when Hetty dismissed us all and told us to take the whole day off, my wife was very eager to get home. We slept until close to noon, but I finally woke up and went to take a shower while Livy was still sound asleep. I was hoping that maybe she'd want to go look at some houses later that afternoon, so I figured that I had better be ready.

When I emerged from the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked out into the bedroom. Livy was awake in bed, looking up at me.

"Did you sleep well?" I asked her, leaning down and kissing her forehead.

She pulled me back down as I started to move away, so I sat down on the edge of the bed, holding her hands in mine. "Yes, I slept well," she told me. "I always sleep well when you're with me."

"Right back at you, baby," I agreed, leaning down to kiss her lips this time. She pulled me closer and before I knew it, I was supporting my weight over her and kissing her neck heatedly.

"I've got to stop, baby," I finally said, pulling back.

"No!" she objected in a low, sultry tone. "You're not going anywhere until you give me what we both want, Special Agent Callen!"

I didn't have to be told twice.

Later that afternoon, Livy and I started out on our quest for a new home—a home where we could raise our children happily, and live blissfully for the rest of our life.

We met with a real estate agent at 3pm, after grabbing a bite to eat at a local sandwich shop.

"So, what are you looking for in a house?" the woman asked us as we sat in her office.

"Three bedrooms," I replied.

"Preferably two bathrooms," Livy added. "And we want a picket fence."

"Yes, we have to have a fence," I agreed.

The older woman smiled at us. "You're starting a family, I take it," she said, gesturing to Livy's enlarged abdomen.

"Only three months away," Livy announced, squeezing my hand excitedly. "We want a place that's a little bigger than our current apartment."

Typing something into her computer the agent looked up at us. "I have the perfect place for you. In fact, I think you're made for this house."