A/N: I think their fight was a good thing. They need to talk about it and boy, oh, boy were they talking about it. (Also with fights come beautiful make ups.)
Kensi suddenly feels warmth. Opening her eyes, she lets out a wince of pain and her focus lands on Deeks. He's right in front of her or below her, unmoving. "Deeks?" Her head still foggy, but there's only one thing on her mind. "Deeks?"
Nothing
"Sam. Callen. You guys okay?"
Callen lets out a cough. "Yeah, I'm good. At least I think I am. Sam?"
"I think I reopened my wound. Lots of blood." He takes a deep breath. "What about you, Deeks?Deeks?"
She can't think straight. "Deeks? Deeks, wake up." There's a panic in her voice.
With no response, Sam brings his finger to Deeks' neck, checking for a pulse. "He's got a thready pulse but he's alive."
Callen knows he needs to get them out of here. "Kens, I'm going to try and climb up and out of the window. Do you think you can do the same?"
Her eyes firmly locked on her partner. "Ye-yeah, I think so."
Slowly, Kensi and Callen climb out of their windows, leaving a trapped Deeks and Sam.
Meanwhile, Sam is busy trying to wake Deeks up. "Deeks, man, you gotta get up. Kensi needs you. Come on, man."
They make their way to the windshield, clearing off the broken glass, getting Sam out first and then Deeks, whose body is unmoving. Kensi stays by his side, holding his hand firmly in her own while Callen checks him for injuries.
As he lifts his shirt, Callen lets out a gasp. There's a large, purple bruising around his abdomen. "Internal bleeding. We need to get him out of here and fast."
Kensi looks at his wound and tears begin for fall from her eyes, desperation in her voice. "He won't wake up, Callen. Why won't he wake up?"
Sam is propped up against a tree, tying a tourniquet around is leg. "He's in shock, Kens. His pulse it thready, but it's stronger than what your's was after the crash in Syria."
"We need to get out of here before those bastards who just tried to blow us up come looking for us." Callen starts to scramble, trying to think of a way out.
Suddenly they hear a loud roar. "Is that a car?" Sam turns in the direction of the sound.
"Yeah? Sounds like it." Callen stands up and walks towards the noise and then sees an all too familiar car, ride up on them. "I don't believe it."
"Is that Turk?" Kensi looks up but doesn't let go of Deeks' hand.
'Yep." Is all Callen says.
Pulling to a stop, Turk jumps out of the car and runs towards them. "Come on. We don't have much time."
Callen calls him over. "Can you give me a hand with, Deeks?"
They both make their way over to the partners. "Kens. Kensi."
She comes too. "Huh? What?"
"Kensi, I need you to help Sam to the car so me and Turk can get Deeks. Can you do that for me?"
She nods her head, squeezes Deeks' hand and lets go, then makes her way over to Sam.
Callen and Turk pick up Deeks and make their way over to the car, placing him in the bed of the vehicle where Kensi sits with Sam.
The sound of another vehicle starts towards them and from the direction its coming from it's probably the people that just tried to kill them.
They quickly jump in the car and speed off in the direction their rescuer just came from.
Using Turk's SAT phone, Callen makes a call to get an immediate Air Evac. and 20 minutes later they're in the air, medical personnel working on Deeks and Sam.
She has a death grip on his hand, taking a steadier breath knowing he's in good hands now. "We're going home, Deeks. We're going home."
"Baby, you gotta wake up for me, okay?" She brushes the hair from his face. "I can't do this without you." She grabs his hand and brings it to her lips, softly kissing it.
He's been out of surgery for a few hours now and the doctor said it would be awhile before he would wake up.
She looks at the bandage on his abdomen, thinking about how close they all came to death. He closer than her, Sam, and Callen. Then she thinks about how right he was about everything. How it could easily be one of them that doesn't make it next time. How if they stay doing this job that it will likely end bad for them. Looking at him now, she knows she doesn't want that. God she doesn't want that.
Suddenly the door opens breaking her train of thought.
"How is he?" Callen walks into the room, standing at the side of his bed.
"Doctor said we got him here just in time. His stomach was ruptured, so they went in and fixed that and they had to reset his hip." She starts sobbing, laying her head on Deeks' unmoving arm.
Callen walks over to her and rubs her shoulder, trying to comfort her. "He's gonna be okay."
She pulls her head back, wiping her eyes. "I know. I know. But I should've listened to him, Callen. He was right."
He's confused. "Right about what?"
She keeps her eyes trained on her fiancé. "He said that if we keep doing this that it won't end well. That one day it could be one of us." She turns to Callen and it starts flowing out of her. "The last two days we spent fighting. What if he hadn't made it? What if the love of my life 's last thought of me was that I chose the job over him?"
"Kens-" Callen stops, suddenly smiling, but his focus isn't on her, it's on something behind her. More like someone. "Hey, sleeping beauty."
She turns her head back to Deeks, tears flowing down her face as she softly whispers. "Hi."
"Hi." He says, letting out a lazy smile.
Callen sees their need to be alone and quickly excuses himself. "I'm gonna go and check on Sam. Glad you're okay, Deeks."
"Thanks, Callen." Deeks nods his head in appreciation.
"Kens…" Deeks tries to get out a sentence but before he can Kensi is up and pressing her lips to his in a desperate kiss.
She pulls back, hovering over him. "I'm sorry." She presses her forehead to his. "I'm so sorry that I just walked away. I love you so much."
He leans in to kiss her. "I love you."
She sits back in the chair next to his bed, holding onto his hand. "I know that we need to talk about this and I mean really talk. Not in the middle of a case when our emotions are high and we're on edge, but when everything's calm and settled. Maybe during your recovery."
He squeezes her hand. "I think that sounds really good." He starts rubbing her hand back and forth with his thumb. "And, baby, I wasn't saying if you don't leave your job then I'm leaving you."
She focuses on their joined hands.
"Baby. Baby, look at me." He gets her attention.
She brings her head up, tear stained eyes looking into his.
"Baby, come here." He says, tugging on her arm.
She obliges and sits next to him on his bed.
Bringing both his hands up, he cups her face, tears glistening in his eyes. "I am never ever going to leave you. Do you hear me? And if I for one second made you think that I would then I'm so sorry."
She brings her arms around him, hugging him as tight as she can, mindful of his injuries.
When she starts to get up he doesn't let go of her hand. "Stay."
"I'm not going anywhere, baby." She smiles.
He scoots over, making room for her and pats the space next to him. "I meant stay here."
She looks at him skeptically. "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't. You'll make it better." He says, pulling her arm.
She sits next to him, leaning her head on to his shoulder. "I really love you."
He smiles, leaning his head onto her's and intertwining their fingers. "I really love you."
There's a beat of silence before he thinks of something. "So, does this mean that there's a sexy little nurse costume in the near future?"
"You did it for me, so I guess I'll do it for you." She smiles, thinking about Deeks and him coming into their bedroom when she was recovering, wearing nothing but white short shorts, a surgical hat and a stethoscope around his neck, looking like a Chippendales dancer.
"Awesome. Totally and completely awesome." He says drifting off into dreamland with a smile.
Yeah, awesome. She thinks to herself. Awesome because her love is alive, next to her, breathing. Awesome because no matter what, they'll figure it out. They always do.
A/N: Remember, guys, ECO said that there would eventually be a wedding but they had to go through some stuff first.