DISCLAIMER: Last I check, I still don't own nor do I write for (though I'd really love to) NCIS:LA or NCIS:Red.
CHAPTER 10 RECAP: Sam takes Deeks out of the hospital and takes him to Canada with him and Callen, but without Hetty's permission. With Deeks observing the mission from the Red Team's mobile hub, Sam and Callen raid Stanley King's cabin. They finally get to Kensi, but it looks like they got there too late.
"Patient is female, GSW on her left thigh, tissue damage on her fingers, laceration on the right side of her abdomen, defensive wounds on her arms and legs, and possible internal injuries. Administered Amiodarone for V-Fib, but her pulse is still weak." The EMT rapidly informs all the details of Kensi's condition to the awaiting ER staff, on the hospital's heliport.
"Sir, please, we'll take it from here." A nurse tells Deeks.
Against direct orders from Granger, he left the Red Team's mobile hub and jumped into the EMS Helicopter to be with Kensi.
Though he's not sure if she can hear him, he promises her that she's safe now, and that he's never letting her go. He repeatedly kisses her battered hand, holding it close to his face, hoping that she feels him too.
Visions of happier times invade him; when he and Kensi were in his apartment, on his bed, her, cupping his face as they kiss. He doesn't even realize he's sobbing, until the EMT tells him it's all going to be okay. Deeks just stares at the guy, how could he possibly say that. How can it all be okay when Kensi's fighting for her life, and he's standing there, pushed out of the way, useless.
The moment he–not by choice-released Kensi's hand, he unravels. Every ounce of hope he's been latching on to since Kensi was abducted, disappeared in an instant, as the bright white lights of the hospital reveal the entirety of Kensi's severely beaten form. It was as if all the pain she's felt washed over him and he couldn't bear knowing she'd gone through it alone. It was all too much, and… he passes out.
Earlier that day…
"Federal agent!" Callen and Paris say in unison as they kick down the cabin's front door, a loud crashing sound in their wake.
"Federal agent!" Sam announces the same, coming in through the back, Agent Keats on his six.
The agents quickly disperse within the 600 square feet log cabin.
"Clear." Agent Claire Keats hollers from the kitchen.
"Clear." Paris' voice is coming from the living room.
"Clear." Says Sam from the bedroom.
"Clear here too." Says Callen, as he is walking out of the closet/bathroom combo room, a pensive look on his face.
"What's wrong G?" asks Sam.
"Something's not right? Where's Kensi? And where's King?" Callen answered. Reaching for his earwig, he said, "Kai, what's the thermal scan say?"
Just as Kai was about to answer, a muffled popping sound, coming from somewhere inside the house, got the four agents' attentions.
"Did you hear that?" asked Callen.
"Yeah." Paris and Claire speak into their earwigs at the same time.
Sam gets down on the floor. He presses his ear on the floorboard, putting a finger over his lips, telling everybody to be quiet.
"There's something down there." Sam says, pushing himself up off the floor.
"Callen, do the tap dance." Deeks chimes in from inside the Red Team's mobile base.
Callen and Sam look at each other, not believing that they are about to pull a Deeks, and tap dance. Then, they start stomping their feet. It looked more like a stampede than tap dancing.
The ladies from the Red Team follow suit. Now they're all stomping and banging, and moving things around, until… A loud crash, then a thud, followed by Sam's pissed off voice, cursing like an angry sailor; came from beneath the bedroom floor.
He fell through a well-concealed trapdoor and went tumbling down the steps to the basement.
A worried Callen rushes down to his partner. "Are you alright?" he asked, as he helped him up.
"I've been better." Sam says.
Sure that his partner is fine, he turns his attention to something he noticed the moment he made it downstairs, the smell of gunpowder. Like someone had just fired a gun, the smell still lingered in the air.
He followed that scent all the way to the opposite side of the room, where he saw a door, the handle shot off.
He kicked the door as hard as he could, but it remained closed. He didn't want to shoot at the door, fearing that he'd accidentally shoot Kensi on the other side.
Sam motions for him to get out of the way. Then, fueled by weeks-worth of pent up rage, Sam charges through the door like a raging bull seeing red. He pummels through with his entire body weight and all of his strength. The wood frame gives in, cracking, as the door opens. And there was Kensi, tied to a chair, naked, covered in dirt and blood, her head down, unmoving.
The sight of her stops Sam dead on his tracks. Callen sees what has his partner cold, and sprints into the room, by Kensi's side.
"Kens-Kensi. C'mon Kens, you're safe now. Wake up Kens!" Callen is practically screaming at her.
"We need a medic down here!"
Callen frees Kensi of her restraints and sets her gently on the floor. He feels for a pulse but finds none. He starts CPR, screaming for a medic as he comes up for air. He feels for a pulse again, still none.
"Where's that fucking medic?!"
"Callen, is she okay? Is-is she alive?" Deeks' voice stutters in his ears.
Callen ignores Deeks.
"Sam, I need your help." His voice snapping his partner out of his trance.
Sam catches Callen's train of thought; they have to get Kensi out of there. He breaks the door off its hinges and laid it right next to her. Paris and Claire ask if they can help, masking the horror on their faces as the sight of Kensi appears beneath Callen.
Then, Callen gets up and starts spitting out orders.
"Claire, you're smaller, do you know how to give CPR?"
Claire nodded yes.
"Sam, we need to set her on this door. Claire, you need to get on there too and keep giving her CPR."
They gently moved Kensi from the floor to the door/make-shift stretcher. Sam took his shirt off, and covered up Kensi with it. Claire places herself beside Kensi and starts giving her CPR, as Callen, Paris, and Sam hoist them up and out of the basement. The emergency helicopter landed just as they exit the cabin.
"Kensi!" Deeks shouts, running towards the cabin, Granger right behind him.
"Kensi!"
"Deeks, it's not a good idea for you to be there right now." Granger calls to him.
Deeks ignores him and continues to run, as fast as he can, towards the cabin, towards Kensi.
Granger catches up to him just in time, grabbing him by the shoulder. Kensi is being transferred onto the real stretcher right now, and the EMTs are preparing her for transport.
"Detective Deeks, I cannot allow you here. And that's an order!"
"You can have my badge Granger, but there's no way you're keeping me away from her."
Deeks breaks free of Granger's grasp and makes a dash for Kensi.
"I'm her partner. I'm coming with you." He tells the EMTs matter-of-factly.
"What happened in there? Where's King?" Granger asks Callen pointedly.
"We went in as planned. And he wasn't in there. If you're implying that—"
"I'm not implying anything Agent Callen. I'm glad that Agent Blye is back with us."
"But?" asks Callen.
"But King is still out there."
"Don't you think we know that?!" Callen replies, now clearly irritated.
"Then what are you still doing here?"
"Take it easy Mr. Deeks." Hetty's voice calms him down after waking with a jolt.
"Where am I? What happened? Where's Kensi?" Deeks rapid-fires his questions at Hetty.
"You're back in the hospital, where you should've stayed in the first place."
"How about Kensi? Where's Kensi? Is she awake yet?"
"Ms. Blye is still in surgery. You rest Mr. Deeks, you're no good to her in your current state."
Back in the cabin, Callen, Sam, Paris, and Claire, are still trying to figure out how Stanley King vanished.
Callen's phone rings. "Eric what's up?"
"A man, matching King's description was spotted at the Calgary International Airport." Eric reports.
"Okay. Contact airport security and tell them we're coming."
"Callen, he was there three hours ago. We already contacted them, and checked all the other cameras at the airport, he's gone."
"Three hours ago?! Why are we just hearing about this now Eric?"
"There was an accident at the airport earlier, no one was there when the alert popped up. I'm so sorry." The guilt and frustration was apparent in Eric's voice. He even yelled at the officer that called him about the alert. He really wished he could do more.
Stanley King pours another glass of Krug champagne. He propped his feet up, and leaned back on the plush leather recliner of his private jet. He's now 30,000 feet above Canadian airspace, heading south, to Argentina.
He looked outside into the cloudy abyss and smiles; this day couldn't possibly get any better. By now, Kensi should already be dead, and those bozos calling themselves NCIS Agents are scratching their asses, trying to figure out where the hell he is—he thought to himself, laughing inwardly at his success.
The surgeon walks into the waiting room, his head held down, the look of bad news on his face.
Kensi's mother doesn't waste any time. She approached him, eager to know how Kensi is doing.
"Mrs. Blye, I'd like to speak with you in private."
She ignores the Mrs. Blye reference and prods the doctor for information.
"Why? Is-is she dead?" The thought of Kensi dying was her undoing. Her knees started to wobble, and the room began to spin.
Doctor Monroe caught her, just before she fell completely to the floor.
"No, no your daughter is alive. But there are matters better discussed in private. Please, allow me..." Holding her by her elbow and supporting her back, he guides Julia Feldman behind the nurse's station and motions for her to sit down.
"Please doctor, tell me, how is my daughter?"
"There's no easy way to say this, but, um... your daughter suffered severe sexual trauma and was repeatedly tortured. When she was brought here she went into cardiogenic shock. Her heart, as well as all her other vital organs and tissues didn't receive adequate oxygen for some time. We won't know for sure the full extent of the damage caused by her injuries until she wakes up. She's very lucky to still be alive Mrs. Blye, your daughter is one hell of a fighter."
Sam finds King's escape route. Disguised as a vent, a crawl space leads to a tunnel running from underneath the cabin to a small concealed cave by the river.
They've concluded that King must have just left when they entered the cabin. The fresh smell of gunpowder, and the gunshot they heard while in there, confirmed that.
Eric and Nell have sorted through hours of video feeds from every camera inside the airport and within five miles of its vicinity. They know that King boarded a plane out of that airport. They're now checking every airline manifests and sent out a global fugitive watch for Stanley King and all of his aliases.
No one hurts one of their own and gets away with it. Now, the team is out for payback. They will get it, one way or another.
to be continued...
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