Author Note: Thanks again for all the follows, faves and reviews. I hope you're enjoying yourself so far. Sorry this chapter has taken so long... Life and such sometimes gets in the way.

A lot of people have made comments about the "end" of this possibly being soon. The reality is that even I don't know. I just write where this story takes me - and if you'd said I would still be on day 3 at chapter 48, I would have said that was insane. But I've been accused before of being overly verbose.

Henderson and his friends will be brought to justice and I do know how - but I'm not telling yet. But don't worry, I like things wrapped up nicely. So all will end happily ever after, unless you're a bad guy.

But before this ends - what do YOU, the readers, want to see? More Densi moments, rage from Callen and Sam, cutesy Neric bits or sessions with Nate?

Guestt - At the point where Lindsey was talking, Kensi was likely unaware of what was going on around her. Between her panic and the Ativan, she would be pretty much out. It's sometimes used for dental procedures and patients are often unaware the procedure has even happened.

I also received a lovely PM asking for further details of Kensi's injuries. More information will come, but some things will be left purposely vague. Just remember, Kensi is tough as nails and she's still somewhat drugged from her attack. All of that masks her pain a bit.

And there is a sequel coming, eventually...


Eric found himself buzzing with nervous enegy. Despite Nell's reassurances, he couldn't calm down. He checked Henderson's GPS tracker every few minutes but still couldn't calm down. What was going to keep him from ditching his phone somewhere, and how did they know that they hadn't had Nell under surveillance? And anyone with a bit of know-how could download a program to track a phone by GPS. Nell constantly carried hers with her. Maybe he should have made her replace it with a new one... Right. Like anyone but Hetty could make Nell do anything she didn't want to do. He sighed, realizing he just had to accept her decision.

He returned to what he was supposed to be doing - running facial recognition on Henderson's friend from the gym. So far he had no hits, but the computers they had at his place weren't nearly as good as those at Ops. He needed something else to distract him.

Nell sensed his anxiety and opened her mouth to reassure him of her safety once again, but closed it before saying anything. Instead she stood up and pulled open the drawer under the couch. She retrieved two controllers and the remote, turning the TV on. She handed one controller to Eric and offered him a smile.

"Time for some Mario Kart? I think you said something about wanting a rematch."


Kensi was exhausted and groggy from the Ativan that Lindsey had given her. Deeks stayed sitting on the couch, with Kensi's head resting on his lap, as Callen and Lindsey left. He was gently running his hands through her hair and comfortingly rubbing her back. He didn't like seeing her hurting, but he wasn't sure this was much better. He was watching the clock, and counting down the two hours that Lindsey had estimated it would take the worst of the sedation to wear off. It seemed like time was crawling by. Kensi sighed, the only indication that she might still be awake. He wondered if she was resting peacefully or if she was trapped inside herself yet again, struggling or in pain.

"You ok, princess?" He asked her. She responded with a weak attempt at a nod. "Do you want to have a nap? Or I could put the TV on." He suggested, but she grunted a negative sound in response. He heard her try to mumble something, and leaned down close to listen. After a few tries, he could just barely make out her words.

"Just want to be here with you."

It was all he needed to hear. He relaxed as he stretched his legs and rested them on the coffee table, continuing to comb through her hair with his fingers. "I'm not going anywhere." He told her. "Not even Hetty could drag me away." The faint trace of a smile appeared on her face, and he couldn't help but smile back. She tried to pull herself upright, but only managed to partly lift her head. Deeks slid his arm under her and helped her slowly sit upright next to him. She copied his position - feet propped on the table, leaning against the back of the couch. But the meds were affecting her more than either of them expected and she promptly fell over with her head resting on his shoulder. He wasn't sure what he expected next, but it wasn't the giggle that came out of her mouth.

"Now I think I might be the medicated one. Did I just hear Kensi Blye GIGGLE?" He asked with surprise. She attempted to nod. "And what's the awesome joke?" He asked, with one eyebrow raised.

"Dunno" she mumbled back. "Everything. Can't even sit on my own. So much for Bad-Ass." She giggled again. "I'm a girl." She added.

Deeks was unsure how to respond. He could make a lot of jokes about how a teeny tiny pill had reduced her to a giggling mess, but he was also aware that it was that same teeny tiny pill that had incapacitated her during her attack.

"You sure are." He replied. "But in an hour or two you'll be back to a girl who can kick my ass. Although I have to admit, I like this giggly side of you." He shot her a smile, which was answered with a soft snort. He blinked, and realized that somehow in the last minute she had fallen asleep.