"Owww! Oh come on!" Deeks yells at the top of his lungs before falling to the ground. Kensi turns to her partner and finds him gripping his leg. Kensi places her gun on the ground and pulls off her jacket. Deeks lays his head onto the elevator floor and growls, "Why me?"
"You're ok. It's not…. too bad," Kensi tells him as she wraps her jacket into a bunch and pushes it hard against Deeks' wound.
Deeks raises his head and shoots his partner a homicidal glare. "Not too bad?! I'm sorry- would you like to trade spots? Tag team?"
Kensi takes her jacket off his leg and peers into the wound. "No, I'm good. It's a through-and-through…..a 357 was probably used."
Deeks lets out a groan. "Why? Why today?"
"Come on, stand up," Kensi directs Deeks. She grabs his arm and pulls him into a sitting position and then onto his good leg. She's kept in mind that in about 10 seconds, the elevator cart will reach the lobby floor and reveal to the public a bloody crime scene.
"Deeks, something to keep in mind when the doors open-"Kensi tries to warn her moaning partner. Her partner gives her the don't you know that I already know this look that shuts her up. Finally, the doors open to the lobby and Deeks and Kensi look up to see a crowd of Filipino tourists staring wide eyed back at them. Deeks glances down to his bloody leg and over to the blood splatter on the elevator cart floor. He pauses to think of what to say for a minute and then states, "Nothing to see here, folks."
"That's the best you got?" Kensi asks through gritted teeth.
Deeks turns his head and whispers to Kensi, "Oh, I'm sorry. Should I say that there's a homicidal shooter upstairs?"
"It'd be better than overstating the obvious," Kensi whispers as one of the tourists snaps a picture of the cart with his camera. Deeks rolls his eyes and waves his hand at the doorman, who's staring at them, mainly Deeks' leg, with a dropped jaw.
"Call the cops and make sure that no one gets in this elevator," Deeks tells the doorman as he and Kensi limp by. Outside, Kensi dials Callen with one hand while helping her partner with the other. While waiting for Callen to answer, both quickly get into the SUV.
"Callen," the lead agent finally answers his phone. Kensi pulls the SUV onto the road and starts barreling down towards the hospital six blocks away.
"Callen, we got a problem," Kensi says. Next to her, Deeks is in the passenger seat, feeling slightly dizzy. It's only been five minutes since he was shot, but he feels like he's going to pass out and doesn't know why.
"What happened?" Callen asks worriedly. Kensi can barely hear him over the noise of a truck on the other end of the line.
"We tried to get into Hetty's apartment here, but there was a shooter waiting for us on the floor. Deeks was shot," Kensi replies, stealing a quick glance over to her partner. Deeks is leaning his head against the glass of the window while pressing hard against his wound.
"Where are you?" Callen asks. Kensi quickly swerves between traffic, barely hitting a dark blue Ford truck. Deeks begins to wonder if the dizziness is from his injury or from the fact that Kensi is driving like a madman.
"We're about to reach General West. I'll call you when I get Deeks admitted," Kensi states before hanging up and dropping her phone onto her lap. She speeds across the intersection in front of the hospital and pulls up into the emergency parking. Deeks watches Kensi run around the front of the car to his side.
"Now I know why Callen gets carsick," Deeks mutters. He doesn't realize that his partner can hear him through the slightly cracked open window.
"Do you want to walk yourself in?" Kensi asks with two hands on her hips. Deeks opens the passenger door and slides his good foot out. In an act of using humor to cover up his pain, Deeks gives Kensi puppy eyes and extends his arms out towards her. It works as Kensi helps the ex-detective stand.
"Baby," Kensi jokes as she helps him limp towards the ER doors.
"No, I think the better term is brave soul who almost died," Deeks corrects her. They enter the ER and don't have to wait a minute as a nurse spots Deeks' bloody leg.
"Listen, Fern," I'll be alright. Just make sure-"
"That someone heads back to that apartment," Kensi finishes for him. "I'm not leaving you so it'll have to be Sam and Callen."
A nurse pulls up a wheelchair for Deeks to sit in. He lowers himself into it slowly and says, "Good. That's good…."
"Hey," Kensi leans forward so that she's at eyelevel with Deeks, "I know that you'll be fine, but if you die on me, I swear to God that I'll drag your behind back from the dead so that I can kick it. Hard."
"Promise?" Deeks smiles brightly at Kensi before he's wheeled away.