Riding in a car with someone you don't trust is never a good idea. If said person has guns, is a professional killer, and uses red shoes as a calling card, going in a car with them is still a bad idea. But sometimes you don't have a choice, and those are the times when you need to be careful. Though being careful doesn't usually include letting a psychopathic killer 'kidnap' you, you work with what you've got.
"Why a red shoe?" I asked, letting instinct take over. Kensi shrugged.
"There Christian Siranos. Favorite brand, favorite shoe." I smiled. She would choose a shoe as her symbol.
"Where are you staying, Kensi?" I questioned.
"Hotel Oreo." She said, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. I smiled at her. And I surprised myself when it was a genuine smile. As the car pulled up in front of the large hotel, Kensi got out of the car. I followed her without any comment as she handed her keys to the valet. She looked back at me, making sure that I was following her, which I was. Curiosity was getting the better of me.
Kensi stalked through the lounge and to the elevator, knowing that I would stay behind her. We went up to the ninth floor, room nine-nine-nine. Kensi's lucky number. I wondered how she pulled that off, getting one of the most coveted rooms in the entire hotel. But as I looked her over again, I knew it wasn't hard for her. I would have given her whatever she asked for, had I been the man at the desk.
"Welcome to my beautiful four-hundred-a-night-so-not-worth-it-hotel-room." Kensi said, holding the door open for me and watching my movements as I walked carefully into the room.
"For goodness sakes, Michael! I didn't wire the room." She said, exasperated, as she walked into the room in front of me.
"It's hard to trust that assumption when you have tried to kill me six times." I said, following her into the room.
"You trusted Victor and he tried to kill you four times, counting that time with the chair." She pointed out.
"Victor was working to save me form Carla, who was threatening my family. Victor did not show up out of no where, hire someone to kill one of my connections and 'kidnap' me." I told her.
"Do you really feel like this is a kidnapping?" Kensi sounded hurt.
"No." I said, putting my hands on her shoulders and looking in her eyes. She lifted her hands and placed them on my shoulders. She spun me around and pushed me on the bed. She sat on my lap, and kissed my cheek.
"Just like old times." I whispered, before she cut me off with a kiss. And I let her.