As soon as the door of the ambulance swung open, the world seemed to be moving twice its normal speed. Deeks was lifted out first, the bed pulled away, breaking their hands apart. Kensi was helped out by a nurse, who was now trying to get her to lie on gurney.

"Mam, I need you to lie down." she said, trying to get her to lean back, but despite being injured Kensi was strong and refused to sit down.

"Kensi, oh my god." Kensi turned to see Nell rush from the hospital towards her. She didn't look at the doctors or nurses before flying her arms around her friend. "Stop getting yourself in dangerous situations please." she said, half joking, trying to make her calm a little. The nurse pulled her aside, speaking to her fast and explaining they had to run tests but she wasn't allowing them to even get her inside the building.

"Kensi. You need to lie back. Deeks is in good hands, you need to make sure you are okay first." Kensi knew there was no use arguing now, Nell had been taught everything from Hetty. She had a way of making sure her people did as they were told. "I'll wait for Sam and Callen and we'll see you soon." There was no time to reply, the team of doctors and nurses had already pulled her bed away, rushing through the doors, and down the winding corridor. The smell of antiseptic and bleach hung in the air. They had pulled her into a room with a large machine in the middle. A CT scanner.

"Can you tell me your name?" She knew the doctor had heard Nell say it at least a few times. They were checking her for signs of brain injury she realised.

"Kensi Blye. NCIS Agent. My partner, LAPD Liaison Marty Deeks was shot. I was injected with something. I was pistol whipped. The president is Barack Obama. Your shirt is blue. I'm of sound mind." she had spoken fast but coherently and was surprised when the doctor laughed.

"Not the first head injury you have had on the job then?" He remarked, now inspecting her wounds.

"No." Kensi answered automatically, flinching at his touch, before realising her mistake. They'd be less likely to let her walk out if they knew she had hit her head before. The doctor could see in her face that she was stubborn and going to be a difficult patient.

"How about you let me scan you. I get the results and depending on what they come back as we discuss how long you will be here?" Reasoning with the bloodied brunette was his best option, using bargaining tactics he tended to use on his more difficult patients.

"Fine." she said as she began taking off belt, throwing her knife onto the tray in front of her. "Don't lose my knife." She stood, suddenly thinking maybe she wasn't as okay as she had been saying, feeling very shaky as she walked the five feet between her gurney and the scanner. The doctor saw she was shaky on her feet but cleverly decided not to assist her, instead standing behind her, prepared to catch her if she slipped. She didn't. Climbing onto the scanner, they adjusted her feet, before they exited the room. Standing behind the glass she heard them instruct her through the speakers as she slowly began to move backwards into the machine.

"Miss Blye. The machine will be taking a cranial scan, it should only take a few moments as we are only running a head scan. The more you are able to stay still, the less likely we have to run the machine again." She responded with an okay, trying to find a comfortable position. Eager to get this scan done in the first go.

Meanwhile at the other side of the hospital, a team of doctors were preparing for surgery. Deeks had been in and out of conciousness, trying his hardest to stay awake.

"Mr. Deeks... If you count to thirty you should fall asleep, by the time you come around we will hopefully have patched up that leg." Deeks had smiled at the pretty anaesthesiologist, trying to find something to say but he couldn't, a blanket of sleep was taking over. He started to count like the nurse suggested, he made it to 19 before he lost all conciousness.

'Kensi Blye – Head Trauma' was written on the bright red plastic tag around her wrist. She knew it was to help anyone who was going to give her medical treatment but also in case she started to wander, they would know the bring her back to this ward. A doctor had come in after her scan and stitched the wound on her head, but not giving her pain medication as it could alter how she interpreted her head trauma, but the young doctor had promised to give her medication as soon as he had the results. She had been sitting for four hours waiting on the results. Not that she was thinking about those, her main focus was on Deeks.

A small knock at her door surprised her, it slowly opened and Nell entered. Her face was pained with worry and she had obviously had a hell of day too. She sat in the hard backed chair next to her friends bed, her mouth pulling into funny shapes as she continually opened and closed her mouth. Struggling to find the right words to say.

With Kensi, she didn't want to be too emotional, it would only make her uncomfortable. But she didn't want to act like her friend had just had another day on the job. Kensi could see her trying to find something to say, getting impatient at how delicate she was being treated but kept quiet as she knew that it was coming from a place of love.

"Sam and Callen wanted to come but Hetty demanded they interview the two guys you and Deeks knocked out first." Kensi smiled, finally understanding why they hadn't popped their heads in. "Deeks is out of surgery. They said he will be okay." Kensi let out a breathy laugh, that was the news she had been waiting on.

"Oh thank god." was all she said but her face had changed from where the analyst sat, she seemed to have a spark of life back in her.

"Are you okay?" she asked finally, knowing she was more likely to get an honest answer if Kensi wasn't worrying about Deeks. Interrupted by her phone sounding out. Quickly pulling it out and checking, knowing she wasn't supposed to have her phone on in this ward. "I'm needed back at ops" the apology was obvious, she didn't want to leave her friend alone again.

"It's fine. I'm fine. Go." Kensi smiled. Before Nell had made it to the door she shouted her back. "Nell, could I borrow your hoodie? It's super cold in here" Nell thought nothing of it, taking it off and throwing it over her colleagues legs.

"I'll check in soon." her words were simple but it was a promise.

As soon as Nell left, Kensi stood up, pulling her arms through her friends hoodie. Thankful that it was extra big on her friend so it covered her wrists, and the bright red tag that would give her away and make a nurse bring her back. Time to find her partner she thought, sneaking out of her room and down the hall, headed towards the reception.