Watching Deeks was peaceful. He took long breaths in and even longer when they came out. In fact it was so peaceful that Kensi hadn't realized she'd fell asleep until the harsh knocking at the door woke her. Clumsily she got up to get the door, running her hand through her hair and smoothing out her clothes. She looked through the peep hole and saw her friend, Jake, the paramedic. He was tall with short brown hair, more like a tiny afro. He was black and he was also very friendly. She opened the door for him and he walked inside.

"So where's this, ahem,friend of…" His voice trailed off into nothing as he spotted Deeks on the bed. His eyebrows shot up, but he said nothing.

Jake walked over to Deeks and uncovered him. He examined Kensi work she did on Deeks. He examined the huge scar and the ribs. Only then did he take off the shirt to attend to the cut first. Kensi sat back and watched him put an IV into Deeks' arm with a sedative to keep him asleep. Once he gave it time to take effect he turned to Kensi.

"I'd like it if you waited outside. Nothing wrong with you being in here but I feel like there's something between you and you'd be better off waiting." She was about to protest until she remembered all the times that Deeks had been hospitalized and the doctors and nurses told her not to come in. Grimly, she agreed.

Waiting was horrible, she could only imagine what was going on in there, and how Deeks felt. He must be in agony. She waited and waited and waited until finally the door swung open.

"I'm done, you can come in now," Kensi stood up and followed him inside the room, locking the door, "He's badly beaten up, I stitched up the really long cut and a few others on his body," He handed over a bag, "In here you'll find everything you'll need to take care of his wounds, you'll need to remove the brace to clean the incisions I had to make to straighten out the ribs. Other than when you're cleaning him up keep the brace on. You'll need to pour salt water into his wounds," He held up a box of salt water, individually contained, "And keep gauze and antibacterial crème handy, only use antibacterial crème if the cut becomes infected. You need to keep gauze on every open puncture and change it every day. And I say again, KEEP THE BRACE ON. If you don't he'll have messed up ribs forever." Jake handed over the bag and pulled her in for a hug, "We never talk, call me up sometime."

"I will" she said half-heartedly.

Sensing her unease he said, "He'll be fine, nothing major. Let him sleep in tomorrow. He should be fine and if there's any complications call me." She nodded, not comforted by his words and walked inside with the bag. She sat on the bed and put it aside. She turned to look at Deeks with his bare chest in a brace. His stitches looked red and sore so she decided that touching him wouldn't be the best thing in the world to do right now.

She lay down and pulled a white envelope out of her pants pocket. It was the letter from Nick, it read:

"I'm dearly sorry about his car, Kensi. You ought to know that I meant no harm to them. The pizza Man got what was coming to him, he deserved to die, and unfortunately so does Marty Deeks. He is now the only thing standing between us and I intend that he won't be living much longer. Have you noticed that I'm always a few steps ahead of you? That's how I knew you'd go to the Rental shop. You can't escape me. I have eternal love for you, and you'd need to kill me to rid of it.

I love you Kensi,

Nick "

Kensi put the note down and got a piece of paper from the counter and wrote:

"Marty Deeks is very much alive and I intend it to stay that way. I DON'T love you and I'd kill you in a heartbeat if it meant saving his life. I could care less how much you love me. You're messed up… you need help. I'll see you behind bars.

KB"

She pocketed the note for later, until they leave.