Deeks held Kensi close, and felt a wave of relief flow over him as Callen said he'd done the right thing. He had known it all along, but was afraid of the team's reaction. Hearing Callen's approval, he no longer had to worry about getting the crap beaten out of him by Sam and Callen. He was still concerned about Hetty's reaction, but was prepared for whatever punishment she was prepared to dole out.

Kensi had relaxed a bit as well, which Deeks took as a good sign. He leaned down and whispered,

"Do you want me to chase him away?" A slight shake of the head was her response, so Deeks sat back and let Callen stay.

Callen was reeling. As he sat, watching Deeks comfort Kensi, he tried to process his thoughts. He had seen Kensi's wrists were raw, bruised and bloody, and her utter brokenness spoke the rest. He knew she had been violated, and nothing could make him angrier. He was angry with himself for not being able to protect her. He was angry with Deeks for keeping this from him. And most of all, he felt rage towards the monster that could do this to her. He had a million questions to ask, but he knew Kensi wasn't ready to be interrogated. He decided he would ask Deeks as soon as he could, but not at the expense of Kensi's comfort. He knew he should speak up and say something, but he was still trying to control the anger flaring up in him. When he looked back at Kensi and Deeks, though, all the anger melted and he just felt sadness.

"I'm so, so sorry, Kensi. Tell me how I can help." He said, making his way over to her. He sat on the floor, not wanting to tower over her. Her voice was shaky as she spoke.

"You can tell the team. I can't. And I need Deeks here with me." She said. "But when we find them, they're mine. I get the first shot at them." Her voice sounded stronger as she said this, and he could see some of her fire.

"Done" Callen replied. "Can I get you anything? Deeks, do you need anything from home? Or do you guys need anything picked up?" He asked, determined to help any way he could. He failed to notice the blush rising on Deeks' face.

"Um, I think I have everything I need here for a few days, and my neighbour is taking care of Monty." Deeks responded. He hoped Callen wouldn't question why Deeks kept spare clothes at Kensi's place. "But I can give you a list of a few things to pick up." He added. He quickly grabbed a piece of paper and jotted down a list. "Kens, is there anything you want?" He asked. She shook her head.

Callen took the list, and nodded. "I'll be back in an hour or so. Message me if you can think of anything else." He said, pausing. "Do you want me to tell the team tonight, or wait until tomorrow? You know they'll want to see you. But I'm sure your guard dog here will keep out any unwanted guests." Callen gestured towards Deeks. "I think he's determined enough, he could even take Sam on right now." He added, seeing a brief glimpse of Kensi's smile.

"Do what you think is best" she said. She felt bad keeping her friends, really her family, at arm's length. But she knew she wasn't ready to face them yet, and she was exhausted. "But no more visitors tonight."

"OK." he agreed. "Deeks, take care of her." He ordered, knowing it was unnecessary. Deeks was already in full blown momma bear mode. If anyone was going to keep Kensi safe, it was him. With that, Callen left.

As he sat in his car, he felt the overwhelming urge to punch something. Instead, he looked over the list Deeks had given him. Twinkies. A specific type of chocolate, that he knew Kensi loved. Strawberries. First aid supplies, including gauze and butterfly bandaids as well as antiseptic. More tylenol and advil. Extra blankets. And the last thing on the list was a giant chocolate milkshake from Kensi's favourite stand by the beach. He knew he would get that last, on his way back. Everything was self explanatory. He headed out to the closest store to get everything on the list.

When he had finished and was back in the car, he instinctively turned the list over. He realized Deeks had written on the back as well. His blood boiled when he read it.

Three attackers. Her father's knife. Tied wrists, ankles and waist to bed. Run tox screen. Multiple rapes. Check gauze and bedding for DNA. Needs STI/pregnancy screening.

Callen swore again. He needed to get Kensi's milkshake and drop off everything on the list. Then he was going to call Sam.