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Prompt #37: Look - In a situation where lives could be ended by a single sound, it pays to learn how to speak with one's eyes.

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Their captor pointed to a display screen by the door just above the light switch. "If you two even try to form a plan, this will register your voices above a bare whisper, and you won't like what it will trigger. We'll be watching from there." He pointed to the cameras nestled in the corners of the room. "So sit tight."

Kensi threw him a dirty glare as he shut the door, locking her and her unconscious partner in their concrete prison cell. She tried to wake him, but the cop was unresponsive. The brunette sighed sharply and leaned against the wall, trying to think of another plan.

She quickly took stock of what they had in the room. There was a blanket, a cup, and some water bottles; apparently they'd be in here for some time and their captors were erasing the need to open the door as much as possible. No windows anywhere, just a small vent in the cieling to provide air which was covered by all the cameras.

Just great, she thought. A simple op, and we have to get kidnapped. She glanced at her partner. Well, at least there aren't any lasers.

Deeks gave a groan as he stirred. Kensi crawled over to his side, watching as his blue eyes opened hazily. "Ken - "

She quickly covered his mouth with one hand and put a finger over her own lips, begging for silence. He instantly stopped speaking, his eyes clearing up and turning questioning. Taking away her hand from his lips, she pointed to the cameras, then to the display screen. The screen was measuring the room's sounds with green bars that rose and fell with each of the partners' breaths.

Deeks was nothing if not sharp. He got the picture in seconds. Pressing his lips shut into a thin line, he slowly pushed himself to sit up against the wall. His eyes met hers, flicking up to the cameras and back to her in a clear message.

They're watching, aren't they.

She nodded. Yup.

Fantastic, he replied, rolling his eyes. Meeting her gaze again, his eyes said, So, you have a plan, Wonder Woman?

She smirked. You really gotta come up with another name for me, Deeks.

I work with what I got, he replied with a matching grin. Again, you got a plan?

Working on it.

Work harder.

Gimme a sec, Deeks. Kensi looked around the room again, trying to find anything they could use to escape. But nothing immediately jumped out at her. She looked back at Deeks. I've got nothing.

He looked around. His eyes lingered on the blanket, then darted back to her. An eyebrow rose. Maybe?

She glanced at the piece of tan fabric, then back at her partner with her own eyebrow lifted. Maybe what?

Maybe a diversion.

Be more specific.

Deeks started coughing. Not just a hem-hem, let me clear my throat cough, but the I'm hacking up a lung whooping cough that bordered on choking. Kensi, catching onto his plan (at least partially) played the distressed partner, freaked out a little, and quickly scurried over to grab the blanket and a bottle of water. She now had a clearer picture of what Deeks was about to do.

After five minutes of the agonizing sound of Deeks practically coughing his lungs out, two men finally came into the cell. One restrained Kensi while the other approached Deeks, who was completely coccooned in the blanket sounding like Death with a smoker's cough. "Get up," ordered the thug, poking the LAPD undercover with the butt of his rifle. "Hey, you!"

"BLEGH!"

"Son of a bitch!" yelled the thug as he backed away quickly. Kensi heard a wet slap hit the ground. "He just threw up!"

"Aw shit, he's not sick is he?" said the guy holding Kensi.

The first thug edged towards Deeks again, who had gone silent and was shuddering under the blanket. "Hey, you! Get up!" he ordered Deeks, nudging him with his weapon again.

From beneath a corner of the blanket, one blue eye appeared. Kensi let a tiny smile touch the corner of her mouth as she caught its gaze. She raised an eyebrow. Well, what are you waiting for, D-Rock?

They moved in tandem. Deeks's hand shot out to grab the gun, throwing the blanket off and onto the thug's head. Kensi quickly kicked her captor's kneecap, dropping him in seconds. With a few good shots Deeks disabled the display screen. He looked at the two men on the ground, then clocked them with the gun's butt.

"Let's get out of here," he said to Kensi.

She nodded, arming herself with her captor's handgun. "Right behind you."

After everything had been wrapped up and Deeks and Kensi were being checked out, Callen and Sam walked up to Ops and watched the video footage of their teammates. Eric walked in on them and asked, "Um, what's up?"

"Kensi and Deeks did that eye-speaking thing again," Sam said.

Eric grinned. "Oh, you mean that thing they do when they can talk with a couple glances? Yeah, that's been happening a lot lately."

"It's funny to watch," Callen remarked. "They still make the same facial expressions as if they were actually speaking."

"I wonder when they're going to tell us that they're together," mused Sam.

Callen rolled his eyes. "Oh please, you really think they'll do that? Better question, you think Kensi will? Deeks, I know, he'd just shout it from the top of the world, but Kensi - "

Sam gave him a loaded look. A smirk touched Callen's mouth. "Oh yeah, that's true. Oh well, we'll just have to wait."

The three men shared a grin as the partners walked into Ops. Kensi and Deeks frowned at their smirks, then looked at each other.

What d'you think? he asked, tilting his head slightly.

With Callen? Never sure, Kensi admitted with a shrug. Sam and Eric too?

Maybe he lost a bet.

Callen doesn't lose to Eric, and he normally ties or beats Sam. He only loses to Hetty.

Deeks nodded. Very true.

Callen cleared his throat, still smiling. "Do you two mind? There are other people in the room, you know."

Oh yeah, Sam thought as Kensi and Deeks shared another silent conversation of confusion. When they finally tell everyone, it's going to be one of the most unsurprising secrets in OSP.

That, and Nate will owe us fifty bucks each.

This was theraputic. Damn school work makes me mad. This helped.

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