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-Hazel
Kensi had run back to Deeks' apartment early the next morning, solely so that she could tend to his, or their little pup Monty, who had been being looked after by Nell.
When she returned, probably only one hour after she'd first departed, Kensi's heart still fluttered, nearly palpitating as she walked back into the room. Her partner was sound asleep in bed, motionless under a bounty of pain medication.
Though it was a vain, repetitious thing to do, the first thing Kensi always did when she entered Deeks' hospital room was check the screen beside his bed for activity.
As always, she was pleased to see regular green spikes rising and lowering, along with a recurring sound that matched their beat- it meant that Deeks was alive. And she was glad for that fact, which she still considered to be a miracle.
They had already passed through the danger zone, and came out of it well and clear. That fact didn't necessarily matter to Kensi's subconscious though, as she still hated seeing him lying in a hospital bed, his chest wrapped up in bandages. Deeks honestly did look sicker than he truly was when he was positioned so stagnant, his body inactive and motionless.
Despite all that, she knew that he was fine though, and allowed the panic in her chest to recede slightly as she stood at the end of his bed, watching the slow rising and lowering of his chest.
He was hooked up to probably fifteen different monitors, and Kensi felt rather crazy for thinking that they wouldn't be alerting the doctors and nurses if something was actually wrong with him.
That was Kensi at the moment though: somewhat emotionally unstable and overprotective as hell.
Quiet as a mouse she made her way over to sit by his side, hoping that the clacking of her shoes against the hard, overly bleached tile floors wouldn't make any sort of a startling sound.
Still though, as she tiptoed about the rather spacious room, Deeks was somehow awakened from his slumber. He cracked one about halfway eye open, grinning when he saw that his favorite girl was sitting beside him.
Without warning, Deeks reached out to grab his partner's hand in an almost automatic sort of way, as if it was just something that they always did. He gently laced his fingers between Kensi's, not making an effort to move any part of his body besides his head, which he sluggishly rotated towards her, mind still stuck in a bit of a fog.
"Hey Kens." His tone was quiet and soft to match his relaxed demeanor.
"Hey." Kensi cocked her head to one side, speaking in a similar manor.
It certainly was no secret that Deeks usually was at his sweetest when he first woke up. She had no real idea why… he just was. He conducted himself in a kind and gentle way; not that he didn't normally act like that, he just seemed to do it exponential amounts when he was tired.
But as Deeks slowly regained full conciousness, he allowed another one of his very best personality traits to seep back into play, working alongside the sweetness- his cheeky attitude.
"So where did you go this morning?" Deeks asked, a yawn cutting his sentence in two.
She responded to his query with yet another question. "How do you know that I haven't been here the whole time?"
Deeks shrugged, still not bothering to sit fully upright in bed. "I can sense you presence."
She narrowed her eyes slightly, searching for the real truth that was hidden somewhere in his baby blues. "Did you wake up?"
"Maybe for a minute," he replied, only mildly sheepish as he still wore a toothy grin. "So… where'd ya go?"
"Back to your apartment for a bit," she said, smilingand gently removing her hand from his, patting it before reaching down to the ground, fishing around for something in her backpack. "I brought you this."
It was Deeks' favorite blanket, the throw that he always left strewn over the side of the couch.
"A little taste of home for you. I thought it might brighten the room up a bit."
Deeks chuckled nervously, finally getting around to sitting up in bed. "I'm not gonna be in here for that much longer, am I?"
"No, you aren't, but I still thought it would be nice," she said firmly with a smile, unfolding the blanket and spreading it over his legs. "Good?"
"Good," he answered simply, resting his head back against the tall mountain of pillows that he was propped up against.
"You're the best wife ever," Deeks added, his tone continuing to be, at the very least, mildly sarcastic.
"I know."
He gawked at her rather egotistical words. "You've been so smug recently, Blye! I don't know what's come over you."
"I just speak the truth. I'm an awesome wife, awesome partner… you've got yourself a pretty good gig here."
"That I do. We're just like Romeo and Juliet."
She chuckled and widened her eyes just a hilt at his odd comparison. "Are you sure you don't mean Mr. and Mrs. Smith?"
Deeks was adamant in making his point. "No. I mean Romeo and Juliet."
Kensi ran one hand through her hair, eyebrows furrowed. "I sure as hell hope not."
"Why?" Deeks obviously didn't remember much about their love story from the high school days- he solely knew that their tale was a romantic one.
"For starters: you haven't poisoned yourself, and I haven't stabbed myself in the gut with a dagger."
"Geez. It really ended badly for those two kids, huh?"
"Just about as bad as it gets."
"I think our version would make a much better story."
"Ha! Alright. So Romeo gets shot and Juliet gets knocked up?"
"I was going to phrase it in a better way, but that would be one hell of a twist."
"That it would Deeks… that it would."
Her partner was definitely feeling better, and clearly Kensi had nothing to worry about when it came to his well being.
"Hopefully our love story will end differently than theirs did."
Kensi laughed at his blanket statement, relaxing back in her chair. "Well, as long as you don't buy poison from a creepy apothecaty because you think I'm dead, then we should be in the clear."
"I'll try to hold myself back."
Kensi chuckled and rubbed her eyes- it was alarming to her how easily they were able to get off on a tangent, ending in a completely different place than where their little chat began.
"This certainly morphed into a weird conversation."
"Oh yeah?"
"It's one for the history books, I'm sure."
Deeks shot her his best crooked smile. "You can write about it in that diary of yours."
She narrowed her eyes to slits. "We've discussed this. It's a journal, Deeks."
"I'm sorry, but what's the difference exactly?"
"I'm not a ten year old, so that may be a large part of it."
"But you still write about the same type of stuff in there. So... I'm guessing a good chunk of your diary is dedicated to me."
Kensi just stared at him and smirked, raising her eyebrows and not giving him any sort of a spoken answer.
"Good to know Kens. Good to know."
Deeks' condition continued to improve daily, as each day he returned more and more to his cheeky, fun-loving self. He'd never really lost that side of himself so to speak; it had just disappeared for a day or so before making a reappearance.
But as Kensi knew all too well from their past conversations, Deeks was definitely feeling better- it was evident in practically everything he did.
Slowly but surely his gaping wounds began to close, becoming scars, and Kensi was hopeful that ultimately one day, however long down the road it might be, the scars would eventually fade away.
Not the external ones per say, as they both knew that a quarter-sized scar would forever be imprinted into his shoulder; Kensi meant the internal scars.
Though he never showed it, Kensi knew that none of this was as easy as it seemed for her partner. He failed to hardly ever show any hint of external pain, though she knew he felt it. There was no possible way that he could avoid it. Getting shot was disconcerting, to say the very least- Kensi knew the feeling all too well, as she'd had to experience it herself.
Feeling the life practically drain from your fingertips, as you dangled on the brink of death. Pushing yourself to keep your eyes widened, as you were certain that if you clamped them shut you may never be able to get them open again.
Kensi had felt the panic in a similar but only vaguely different way, because she knew what it was like to be standing in those crosshairs. Watching him bleed out… Kensi had known exactly how it all felt- she understood it better than most anyone else. She felt the pain. She felt the risk. She felt the gamble that he'd taken with death, the one that he'd won despite the poor odds.
On that particular November day though- things were different. Life was good, because they were leaving the hospital.
Deeks was up and moving about, with only the tiniest hitch in his step.
"I can't wait to get out of here," Deeks muttered to Kensi, his upper body perched over his backpack as he stuffed a few miscellaneous items back inside of it. "The whole place smells like bleach."
"Yeah, well you tend to get that when you're in a hospital."
He stuck his lower lip out, contemplating her words. "It's not just that though. The male nurse… Greg or whatever his name is, who works two rooms down... he's been checking you out. I don't like it."
She chuckled at his frank analysis of the situation. "I'm pregnant, Deeks. That usually tends to deter men away."
"Oh my god... you're bringing that back again, aren't you?
"Excuse me?" She wasn't catching on.
"Was that a humble brag?"
"No!"
"Yes it was! You're saying that despite men usually not checking out women who are pregnant, guys still are still attracted to you. I get it, I mean you are glowing, but still."
"That's not what I'm saying at all!"
"Yes it is." He smirked.
Kensi just rolled her eyes. "Whatever Deeks. I'm still pregnant, and that's a fact."
He stood up, pulling the top zipper closed. "Maybe, but it's true... you're not like really pregnant. You just look like you ate a heavy lunch or something."
"That isn't true in the slightest, but compliment accepted. I think you're just being paranoid though."
"Paranoid, or instinctive?"
Kensi stuck her hands in the back pockets of her jeans, smirking as he took two steps towards her. "Paranoid. Definitely paranoid."
The crooked smile that Deeks wore was overpowering in its adorableness, she couldn't help but break into a grin herself.
"Whatever you say."
He leaned in towards her slowly, just about to press his lips to hers when there was a faint knock at the already opened door. They both pulled away quickly, Kensi's cheeks turning pink and Deeks' expression morphing into something resembling a glare, one that was solely directed at whoever had just interrupted their little moment.
Who else would be cowering in doorway besides male nurse Greg, looking totally and completely taken aback by the public display of affection that he had just walked in on.
"Sorry, um… your check out time is in twenty minutes. Just thought I'd let you know."
Deeks' level of annoyance merely grew with the inane statement, so his reply was short and blunt as he shot the nurse a toothless smile, eyes narrowed. "Thanks."
Greg nodded and pulled the door shut behind him as he left, moving as far away from that room at the fastest rate that he could possibly manage.
Kensi chuckled, raising her eyebrows and crossing her arms across her chest, a rather bemused look shining through her tough exterior. "I think you scared him."
Deeks shrugged, sliding his hands casually into his pockets. "That was the goal."
Kensi rolled her eyes and shook her head as Deeks took two steps closer, closing the small gap that existed between them, grinning like an idiot all the while.
"Now… where were we?"
She placed one hand gently on his chest as he moved in, stopping him before his lips could touch hers. "Sorry loverboy. It's time to go."
Suddenly Deeks looked like a rejected ten year old boy. "But he said twenty minutes!"
"I still have to check you out."
"Yeah, you do." She'd made it way too easy for Deeks to insert a joke there, and he eagerly jumped at the opportunity.
Kensi rolled her eyes, moaning at his overzealous attitude in regards to the anecdote. "We have to check you out Deeks. Out of the hospital."
She grinned and spun around, grabbing her purse from the recliner in the corner. Kensi was out the door in no time, leaving Deeks to play catch-up.
"Come on Romeo. Let's get you home."
