Kensi woke to find herself once again tied to a chair, although this time they had not placed anything over her head. 2 feet in front of her was her partner, her best friend and she was quickly starting to realise, her soul mate. He was tied up like she was, she looked him over, trying to see if he was hurt. Desperately hoping he was okay. His jeans were almost black around his knee, it was covered in blood and he had lost a lot of blood, she remembered the shot that sounded out before she lost conciousness. Seeing his eyes were closed worried her, she knew he had to stay awake until they got him medical attention.

"Deeks?" she asked. Suddenly her eyes began to focus more clearly. She was starting to feel normal after the second blow to the head in a day.

"Kens'?" He slowly opened his eyes, smiling at her when he realised they were at least together. He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted when the door opened and Allard and his three remaining men entered the room. The door slammed loudly behind them.

As Allard made his way past Kensi, he stroked her hair, pressing down hard, right where he had smacked her with his guns moments before. Kensi knew from past experience, not to show weakness, she simply gritted her teeth, never breaking eye contact with Deeks, drawing strength from the detective, willing him to stay awake. Allard stood beside Deeks, leaning down close to him.

"So how much have you told your friend here about our little business?" His voice was calm, and quiet, but every word seemed to be laced in a threat.

"I haven't told her anything." Deeks spat, and it wasn't a lie. He hated Max, Max was what Deeks could have been if his life had taken a slightly different direction at seventeen. Max could be the story that Deeks could be living for real. Deeks had always wanted Kensi to see the best in him, so he had never wanted to discuss Max. They had spend nights discussing things they never told other people, but he had never brought Max up, he was too ashamed.

Allard pulled out a knife, bringing it down slowly, making contact with the fresh bullet wound. He didn't stab him hard, but his leg was in so much pain already that the twisting of the knife caused excruciating pain to sear through Deeks body, his leg felt like it was on fire.

"Kensi? Fern? I'm not sure what to call you." He said, turning away from Deeks, focusing his attention on the brunette. She stared into his cold eyes, she didn't respond, instead she stared at him. "How much has he told you about me?" He prodded some more, desperation in his voice, he could lose millions if they had told others. When Kensi refused to answer him he pulled her head back with her hair, slapping her across the face.

To anyone else, it might have hurt a little, it certainly wouldn't have been more painful than being stabbed in a bullet wound but it wasn't the physical pain that shocked Kensi. The slap in the face seemed to pull her back to the damp cold cave. She tried to see Deeks, but her vision was foggy, all she could see was Jack, fire and the Taliban. She could smell the stagnant water, the smoke and the dirt as fresh as she had when she was being held hostage. Someone was choking her, grabbing her by the throat. She remembered being forced to lay on the ground, as blood was poured over her, a flash of a photo, an attempt to stop people from looking for her.

"Kens!" Deeks voice shook her from the flashback, she realised the hand around her throat was Allard and she was shaking. Locking eyes with her partner once more she begun to calm down, she could tell from the way he looked a her that he knew what had happened. He vowed if they made it out that he would try to make her get help for the demons that were obviously plaguing her since her return home. She could take a bullet, fight hand to hand, but she had refused to deal with Afghanistan to the point that small things were enough to send her back.

Allard had stepped away, he was watching as they stared each other, it was almost like they were communicating.

"It seems you both would do anything for each other. So I'm going to change it up a little. I will ask you, Kensi, six questions." He emptied his gun, loading one bullet back into the chamber. You answer I stop. How does that sound?"

Their faces betrayed them of the panic they felt, but they never broke eye contact. Allard spoke once more.

"'Deeks' and Kensi. Lets make this more fun." Pulling the gun towards Deeks head he turned to face her. "Who else knows you are here?"

"No one I promise, after the bar the only other agents I was with lost track of me, its just us!" She pleaded. He smiled, knowing that he was correct in his assumption that their weakness was each other. Seeing him smile, she relaxed a little, thinking her answer had been good enough, he raised the gun to her partners head anyway and pulled the trigger.

Kensi screamed out his name as she felt blood explode onto her face.