A/N: And here we have the end. It is rushed? Maybe. But I need to finish up all of my NCIS LA fictions before I move on to other things. It is all for a peace of mind as I write other things, and I know I have left a lot of people waiting. So here is the end of one of my more popular stories, hope the end lives up and answers some unanswered questions...also this doesn't mean that I won't possibly revisit this story one day when I feel more comfortable writing for NCIS LA

Slow but Steady Road

Chapter 11

Nell's P.O.V

One week later...

Silence was the dominating sound for the past week since Deeks woke up. Every waking minute that Kensi had she would stare out of the window never once giving in to the urge that we all knew she had to look at Deeks.

On the second day of Kensi's silence Hetty stopped by to tell Kensi that the lab techs who confirmed that the body they had falsely buried under Martin Deeks' headstone were fired. Hetty was on such a rampage that she even questioned, though gently, why Nurse Amy revealed Kensi's medical details to Deeks when he woke up.

"Because when I knew his name, I checked Kensi's medical records, she has him as her Power of Attorney, I was in my medical right to disclose her condition to Mr. Deeks." Amy said with an even voice and only slight fear in her eyes...which I thought was amazing considering Hetty can be a force to reckon with, no matter how small her stature is... I feel as though she is standing right behind me as I even think those thoughts...

"Ms. Jones."

"AH!" I squealed as I felt Hetty's hand gently land on my shoulder, no doubt to soften the blow of her wringing my neck for thinking she is short...even though I am just as tall...shit, I can feel the blush forming on my cheeks under her piercing gaze...

"What were you thinking that has you blushing like a school girl Ms. Jones?" She lifts an eyebrow and I stutter a bit.

"Ah...n-nothing H-Hetty. I was just t-thinking about...umm..." I turn away from my boss and back to Kensi who was starting out her window again. "So when is Deeks supposed to be back from physical therapy?" I ask hoping to get the conversation off of what has me blushing and stuttering like I was in high school again.

"About another hour." She walks past me and up to Kensi's bed, reverting back to the mother that we all know she thinks of herself as to the young female agent. "Kensi, dear. How are you today?" She asks as she does every day that she stops by, and like every time she asks she is met with silence.

I stand up and walk to the other side of Kensi with her window to my back hoping to draw her eyes to me instead of the gray skies outside. "Kensi?" I whisper softly. "Come on Kensi, we just want to hear that voice again." I lift a hand as though to touch her when she lightly flinches. It is small but it is enough to slice right through my heart. God this job really has done a number on her, and I know that when she gets better she will continue to do it...it is who she is, she just as to get back to being her...

Hetty looks to me with sad eyes...something that is increasingly common these days, and it is starting to really frustrate me, I want the laughter back. Hetty moves to sit in the seat I just vacated and pulling out a small laptop to no doubt get some of her work done. I look back down at Kensi whose eyes I watch follow the first rain drop to hit the hospital window, the trees in the distance swaying in the gentle wind.

"Kensi..." Nothing. "Kensi...I am just going to sit on the edge of the bed..okay? I won't touch you sweetheart I just want you to know that I am here." With that I gently lower myself onto the bed extremely careful not to touch her or even brush her limp hand.

Her hand that looks like a ghostly crown to the white bandage that is wrapped thickly around her wrist. The injuries no longer bleeding through the sterile whiteness... I gulp in a breath of air before I look out the window, no longer able to look at the cause of almost losing Kensi...again...

I sit there for ten minutes in silence before I hear a rustle come from next to me. I keep looking forward not wanting to startle what little movement Kensi is willing to move. Seconds later I feel a cold hand limply grasp my wrist.

Startled I look down at Kensi, whose eyes are looking up at me, while they are still mostly voids there is slight emotion hanging in those eyes. She mutters one word. "Nell?"

"K-Kensi?" I see Hetty look up out of the corner of my eye. "W-what can I get you?" I ask softly. A small smile forming on my lips at the sound of her voice.

"D-Deeks..." She croaks out. "Is he really...alive?"

"Yea Kensi, he is at physical therapy now. You should see him when he gets back, he looks a lot better than he did just a week ago." I say covering her hand that is still gripping my wrist. I feel her tense just slightly but it is a far cry from her screaming at the top of her lungs for me to stop touching her.

A tear escapes her eye..."Does h-he...h-hate me?" She bites her lip.

"No sweetheart, Deeks loves you, he could never hate you." She moves to speak but I cut her off. "No Kensi, just because what happened...happened these past few weeks didn't make him hate you. That man is working like crazy to regain his strength so that he can take you home and no doubt hide you away until you feel better. That is not something that you do if you hate someone."

She looks away towards Hetty as though looking for validation of my words.

"Please Kensi," she looks back to me with lost eyes. "Please you have to believe me when I tell you that that man loves you with every breath he takes, we all see it, we saw it long before the two of you got together. Believe me, not the voices of your enemies that are long dead." I pleaded gently squeezing the hand under my smaller one.

Deeks' P.O.V.

"Damn woman, I am trying to get better not be put back into a coma!" I groan as I lean my sweaty back against a wall trying like hell to get far away from that devil woman...well she also answers to Nurse Torture or just plain old Nurse Jan.

"Oh come off it Mr. Deeks you are making progress..." She smiles what I can only describe as a sinister smile. "You still have about two more weeks to go before I decide whether or not you are strong enough to continue on your own."

"I can almost see the evil joy in your eyes that you get to keep torturing me," I say with a grin. "Now are we done for today, I would like to go check on Kensi before I get a shower because...well let's face it, I stink."

She laughs before nodding her affirmative while rolling my wheelchair over to me and helping me lower my aching body into it. This is when I get my pay back...making Nurse Jane drive me around the hospital. And the best part is that I know that it is not a part of her job, she is doing it out of the kindness of her heart...Nurse Torture has a soft spot for me...and probably for the situation that I find myself in currently.

"You will get through to her Mr. Deeks." She says softly once she is out of earshot of the other physical therapists.

"Maybe, but she went through a lot of trauma these past few months, and I wasn't here to help her through it. Shit if I was there none of this would have happened...if none of this happened I would have a baby on the way..."

And that is when the tears start...I tried so hard this past week to keep any tears that I may shed away from Kensi and away from our team members...but a baby...my Kensi was pregnant and lost it...and no anger I have about her losing it is aimed at her, it's our teammates fault.

They should have tried harder! One part of me thinks, but I know, I honestly know just how stubborn Kensi can be, and when she doesn't want to do something, even if it is taking care of herself she won't do it...

"If you two live up to Amy's expectation from just a photo I have no doubt that you can help her recover Marty. You are both very strong individuals who I have no doubt are stronger together." I feel her aging hand gently lay on my still thin shoulder and I reach up without thinking and cover hers, letting her know that her words mean a lot more than I know she thinks they are worth.

After showering and finding myself wheeling myself towards Kensi's room I feel a confusing mix of emotions, that move so fast through my heart and my brain that I barely have time to process what they are but I do know that they revolve around Kensi and everything that I love about her and everything that her life has put her through.

Kensi Marie Blye is a woman of immense emotion strength when carrying out her day to day work activities, and yet she has just the right amount of sincerity and concern to believe those whose sob stories ring true. And yet when a personal emotion hits to close to that deeply guarded heart she becomes a silent wreck, no one will know and that is where I should have came it.

Whether it be with a purposely poorly timed joke or a well timed off the wall ramble to a chaste simple kiss or a tight hug...and for months I wasn't there to give her that. And as much as I love our team they are not equipped to handle a full blown Kensi Marie Blye emotional shut down, I was barely even able to handle them when she came back from Afghanistan.

Knowing all of this, I should not hold any resentment towards our team, and perhaps one day this feeling will fade away, but for right now it lingers. Will I ever say anything? Probably not, because I know that feeling in completely unwarranted.

After what feels like forever trapped within my own head I find myself standing before Kensi's hospital door, nothing special at all about the plain wood door or its surrounding walls save for the small speaker with nearly undistinguishable buttons... I know what that device is for...it is placed on every floor upon this ward...it is to signal whether or not the patient assigned to the room is in bed, when they get up the alarm is raised by the annoying beeping sound that it emits.

I shake my head in sadness and push myself out of the wheelchair, it would do Kensi some good to see me up and walking on my own. As I crack the door slightly and peek my head through I hear soft voices that quickly turn to pleading.

"Please Kensi," I hear Nell's voice plead. "Please you have to believe me when I tell you that that man loves you with every breath he takes, we all see it, we saw it long before the two of you got together. Believe me, not the voices of your enemies that are long dead."

And while it is not Nell's words so much that shock me it is the life that I see trying to barge its way through... Kensi was fighting the pull of the numbness that is begging to be felt...

"That's my girl," I say just loud enough to be heard, and not to loud that it doesn't pushing Kensi back into her catatonic state.

"Deeks," her hoarse whisper is like music and it was in that moment...that very moment that I knew that we would recovery from this chapter in our story just like we overcame all of the other ones. And we would do it, together.

Walking to her I run a gentle finger down her cheek as tears fall from her eyes and tears pool in mine. "I'm here Kensi, I will always be here sweetheart," I lean over her slowly, giving her every chance to cringe or to pull away but she doesn't. Finally I feel my lips touch her forehead and for the first time since I awoke, I think that everything is going to be okay, so long as we are together and are surrounded by our family.

"I love you Kensi Blye," I whisper.

"I love you too," she sobs out.

Grayson