When Deeks and Sam re-entered Kensi's place, they were both aware of her anxiety. Sam went to the kitchen with the bags, while Deeks went to talk with her.

"How you doing" he asked

"I don't know" was her response "I'm anxious. I hurt. I'm thinking."
"What's on your mind." Deeks asked

"I know that they need to collect the rest of the evidence... I don't want to be here. But I don't know where to go... and I'm not ready to go out." She stumbled over her words as she tried to explain.
"Well... I was thinking... and only if you're up for it - I can take you back to my place. You'll still be in a safe, familiar place, and you can rest. And you'll have control over who's around. The other option is we could take you into work, but I know you're not really ready to see everyone all at once, am I right?" He asked her.

She was briefly surprised that he had already thought this through, although she knew she shouldn't be. And she isn't sure why she hadn't considered his home. She didn't want to intrude, but she didn't think being at his place could be any more intrusive than uprooting him completely and needing him constantly.
""Yeah. You're right about work. I know they'll want me in soon and I guess I have to give a statement..." She froze, realizing that once she did, everyone would know what had happened to her in far too much detail. Panic overwhelmed her and she found herself struggling to breathe.

"Kens, it's ok. You don't need to make a statement any time soon. And if you're not up for it, that's ok. We can do this investigation without that. I know you aren't ready to talk, and even when you are, you won't be ready to have everyone know. They don't have to. Remember, this is MY investigation. And everyone knows this is not going in the computer system - all the evidence, all the paperwork - it's being kept under lock and key by Hetty and Nell. I won't let you get hurt again."

His voice was calm and gently lilting, the same tone he used to draw her out of her flashbacks. He could see she was aware and in a panicked state, as he approached her and gently wrapped her in his arms. Sam was in the kitchen, acutely aware of everything that was happening. He watched intently as Deeks made eye contact and mouthed "pills, Klonopin" and then looked at the bottles on the counter. Finding the one Deeks had requested, he grabbed the bottle and a glass of water and brought it over.

"Kens, you're having a panic attack. I know you don't want to, but I need you to take this, ok?" Deeks told her. She still felt like she couldn't breathe and was lightheaded. "I know you don't like the idea of this, but you're having a physical panic reaction and this is just going to take the edge off it so you can breathe. I promise. That's all it's going to do, it's not going to knock you out or make you fuzzy." Deeks voice was near begging. "Please, just take it for me. It'll help, I hate to see you like this." She could hear the desperation in his voice, so she forced herself to snatch the pill out of Sam's hand. She downed it with a glass of water, and was surprised that it only took minutes before she could breathe again.

Deeks and Sam were watching her, quietly waiting for her breathing to normalize. When the panicked expression left her face, they both relaxed a bit. Then she broke the silence.

"I think it would be good to go to your place." She nearly whispered. "You're right. It's safe and familiar. But I need to pack a bag..." she trailed off. She knew she would need to take clothes and toiletries - but there was no way she was ready to go back into her room.

"Then this might help" Sam spoke up, gesturing to the bags he had brought in. "Nell and Hetty ordrered some stuff and sent me to pick it up. I think everything you need should be here." as he gestured to the bags he had brought in.

"You've got your go bag, and some stuff at my place anyway." Deeks said, no longer caring what his coworkers thought. "Anything else you need, I'm sure the team can pick up." Sam nodded his confirmation. "So what do you say? Shall we head to Casa del Deeks in a bit?" Kensi bit her bottom lip, then nodded.

It was Sam who spoke next.

"Why don't I head back in for a bit, and then you can call when you're ready for us to come back. Take all the time you need." He told her. "And if you're up for company, I'm sure everyone would love to see you." He added.