"Kensi, Deeks, Sam and Callen should be there soon, so just keep them bust until they get there." Eric's voice hissed into their ears, the clacking of his fingers typing away at the keyboard a constant thrum in the background. Biting her lip to keep the grim smile off her face, Kensi allowed herself a slight nod that she knew he had no way of seeing; the movement was for her own comfort. His demand was easier said then done, but really, what other choice did they have?
If the man standing before her had any say in it, there was none.
What had started out as a seemingly open-and-shut murder of an enlisted Marine had quickly twisted into a full out nightmare, the kind that involved lots of drugs, lots of human trafficking, and more dead bodies then their morgue could hold. It was the kind of horror movie that, after the group had stupidly broken up to search separate parts of the house, one set of teens ended up dead because they never saw the killer coming. Unfortunately, it seemed as if she and Deeks were the ones who drew the short straws, went into the basement, and had met the monster face to face.
If the others didn't get there soon, it would be the same monster that would eat them.
"So, how are we going to do this," Deeks finally spoke up, his voice loud in her ear as he tried to catch the attention of the two men that had taken them hostage, his tone a mixture of sarcasm and boredom. "Are the two of us going to get bathroom breaks everyone once in a while, or are we just going to stay tied back to back like this, 'cause if we are, you could just kill me now."
"Quiet." The man's voice was hoarse, deepened by panic. He wasn't a fighter, had been handed the gun by someone else while they went to try and take care of their breach, but he was clearly little more than a kid. He was scared, holding the gun gingerly, as if terrified it would turn and bite him if he gave it the chance. If they could get him to calm down, maybe get him to turn…
"Hey man, I'm just asking," Deeks said, shrugging a little bit. The man didn't scold him again, didn't even seem like he had heard him, so Deeks kept going. "It'd be way gross to make us just sit here, and while I'm sure you don't care, I would really like to avoid a rash down there, if you know what I mean."
The man glared, his eyebrows furrowed in anger, but he said nothing. Just pursed his lips and began pacing, his fingers twitching as he moved.
"You know," Kensi said after a few moments, leaning back so her head gently knocked against the back of Deeks', "it's pretty quiet. Almost too quiet. Think we could fix that?"
"Maybe," Deeks agreed, nodding his head and keeping his voice down. "Let's see if this actually works."
Kensi didn't recognize the words- they were from some random pop song, something she knew she had heard on the radio at some point but hadn't actually paid any attention to. But Deeks clearly knew them- the longer he sung the louder he got, bobbing his head and tapping his toes as he worked his way through the song. And another. And another, until, finally, the many standing by the door turned and stalked towards them, his face twisted.
"Would you just fucking shut up alrea-"
He never finished his thought, the door slamming open, Sam and G and half a dozen other agents storming the room, forcing the man to the ground as one cut their bonds, helping them to stand. Shaking out her wrist, nodding in thanks before grabbing her gear from the table it had been thrown on after she and Deeks had been grabbed.
It was only after she was halfway through her report to one of the agents that she realized this was the first time she had ever actually heard Deeks sing.