When Callen returned, he was rewarded with a smile from Kensi as he gave her the milkshake. She looked more relaxed than she had earlier, but was still just a shell of herself.
He brought the rest of the items to the kitchen, intending to speak privately with Deeks for a few moments. As Kensi settled back into the couch with her milkshake, watching Titanic again, Deeks caught Callen's eye and joined him. He pulled out his wallet and handed Callen some money for the shopping he'd done, but Callen refused. "It was the least I could do" he said quietly. Then he held out his hand to Deeks, who wasn't surprised when Callen handed him a note.
Will call Sam tonight. Update me in the morning, I'll brief the team. We're going to catch them. I'll deal with Hetty.
Called in a favour with a friend - female doctor will make house calls. 598 555 4682. She's waiting for your call - will be available any time.
Deeks shot Callen a grateful look and mouthed "Thank you" to him. He grabbed a package of twinkies from the box, and returned to the couch with Kensi. Callen headed to the door.
"Good night, Kens. Let me know if you need anything or you're up to seeing us tomorrow." He said, standing at the door.
"Thanks, Callen, for everything" she said. He slipped out the door. She took another sip of her milkshake. Then she turned to Deeks and said "Thank you, too. I'd be lost without you." She paused, trying not to cry. Instead, she found herself stretching out on the couch, leaning back into Deeks arms, and yawning.
"You're tired." He observed. "You need to sleep." He reached down and grabbed one of the new blankets that Callen had gotten, and draped it over her. "Close your eyes. I've got you." He whispered. And she did just that.
Deeks looked down at her. He was glad to see some sparks of her coming back, but he hated that she was still so skittish. He hoped that some rest would help a bit, but he was fully prepared for nightmares. He pulled out his phone, and sent a message to the number that Callen had given him. He didn't know how much detail Callen had gone into, but expected it would be enough. He wanted to let the doctor know that Kensi was going to sleep for now, but he'd like her to see someone in the morning if she feels ready. Once again, he sighed, feeling the full weight of what had happened. He carefully shifted Kensi's weight a bit, and leaned back to try and get some rest. He expected it would be a long night.
Deeks was shocked awake a few hours later, realizing that it wasn't Kensi having a nightmare, but himself. She seemed to be sleeping peacefully, but he had jolted awake with his heart racing. While he couldn't remember what had scared him, he knew it was related to his fear of losing the person who meant most to him - the beautiful woman sleeping in his arms. He was so grateful that she was still there, but he was still scared that he had lost part of her. She must have felt his anxiety, because she stirred and looked up at him. He could feel her reading his mind.
"It's ok, go back to sleep" he whispered to her. She opened her mouth to argue, but he placed his finger over her lips. "Sleep." He said. And they both settled back and dozed off.
The faintest bit of light was starting to creep through the windows when Kensi woke screaming. Deeks bolted awake and tried to calm her by wrapping his arms around her. He quickly realized the mistake he'd made when she slammed him to the ground, knocking the wind out of him. He lay there stunned for a moment, as Kensi screamed while pinning him in place. He wasn't going to fight back, so he forced his body to go limp, and spoke quietly but firmly.
"Kens, you're ok. It's just me, it's Deeks. No one is going to hurt you. It's just us here. You're safe." He continued until something snapped, and she scrambled off him, crying. "Kens, it's alright. You're safe." He reassured her. She had retreated and was curled up, still crying.
"I thought you were him." She whimpered. "God, I'm so sorry. Are you hurt? I didn't hurt you, did I?" She looked more panicked at the idea of hurting him than she had at the nightmare.
"No, I'm all good. That'll teach me to try and hug you when you don't want it. Just a bit winded, but it's not a big deal." He said. She looked at him warily, unsure if he was being honest. She had been fighting back with all her strength and something told her he was in a lot more pain than he let on. But he interrupted her thoughts before she could get too lost in them. "Do you want to talk about the nightmare?" He asked gently.