So this is for Bookdiva and is based on a prompt from her. (Really hope it's what you had in mind and you like it) It's a long, a lot longer then my drabbles here usually are, so long I considered making it a separate one shot.

I have two favors to ask from you my wonderful readers.

Please tell me if you like this longer drabble, if you do like the length maybe I'll write more like it.

Also, if you could let me know what your favorite chapters are so far, if I know I can write more like 'em.

Prompts and ideas are EXTREMELY welcome.


If you love someone tell them... because hearts are often broken by words left unspoken.

- Pamela Daranjo


"I've been to this hospital far too many times." Sam grumbled as he exited the elevator with his partner.

"Yeah, tell me about." Callen sighed and quickly spotted the nurses station.

"Not like I spent much time here for you."

"What?!" Stopping suddenly G stared at Sam. "I was shot, multiple times!"

"So? I spent more here when Deeks was shot, G. Definitely spent more time here when I was shot last month, and I'll probably be here a while for Kensi."

"Loyalty, huh?" Callen grinned and tapped his fingers against the surface of the desk to get the nurses attention.

"Can I help you, Gentlemen?" A petite brunette approached them.

"Ah, yes. We are here for a Ms. Blye?"

"Ms. Blye, Ms. Blye." The nurse tapped the keyboard of her computer. "Ahh, okay. Admitted this morning for a run in with a car? Minor concussion, dislocated shoulder, nasty gash on her thigh that needed some cleaning. She is right down the hall, room 341." Looking up she flashed them a grin.

"Okay, thank you."

"Oh! Sir?"

"Yeah?" Callen turned back toward the nurses station.

The brunette, Amy according to her name tag smiled apologetically. "Says in her file that she was a lot of pain when she came in, the doctor gave her some strong medication, so she may be acting a bit, you know."

Glancing upward at his smirking partner Callen grinned. "I wouldn't worry about it, Kensi isn't the type to be affected by drugs."

"Oookay." Amy smiled again quickly and turned back to her towering stack of paperwork.

The door to room 341 was shut slightly, a faint muttering sound, presumably from a television echoing into the hallway.

"You ready?" Callen paused, hand on the doorknob.

"I guess," Sam grimaced. "A pissed off drugged out Kensi, and freaked out Deeks isn't really what I had planned for today, but a little spontaneity keeps the blood pumping."

"Careful old man, you having chest pains?" Callen pushed open the door, cutting off any response Sam may have had.

"Oh. My. God! Is that you? Oh you didn't have to come guys!" An overly bubbly voice greeted them, along with the sight of Kensi Blye perched delicately on her bed, hair tousled and a painful looking grin plastered on her face.

"K-K-Kensi?" Callen babbled.

"No its the Queen!" Kensi giggled, then stopped suddenly, her face turning in on itself becoming serious. "Well Deeks does call me Fern and Kensalina, and my best friends call me Kay-Kay." Again she paused and leaned towards the stunned senior agents, whispering in a conspiratorial tone. "But nobody knows that but Deeks so don't tell anybody, okay?"

Before any confirmation could be made Kensi leaned back on her pillows. "I like my nicknames, the ones Marty gives me at least, he gives the best nicknames." Sighing almost dreamily she grinned brightly at the two men.

"W-where, where is Marty." Sam questioned, trying the Detective's first name out.

"He went to get some clothes for me of course! Don't be silly Sam, I don't like silliness, except for with Marty because then it's endearing."

"Ahh, okay." Callen said. "Is there anything we can do for you, Kens?"

"No!" She clapped her hands firmly together. "Deeks is taking care of everything, can you believe it? I can't, he's just so sweet to me."

"Well, of course he is!" Callen scoffed, finally enjoying himself. "That's our Deeks, sweet as sugar."

"I know!" Kensi laughed, clear and bright, overjoyed that somebody finally understood her Marty Deeks. "You know, when I woke up he was right here! He told me how happy he was that I'm okay, but I don't feel okay. I feel incredible! Like I could fly!" Spreading her arms wide she demonstrated her flying abilities, giggling the whole time.

"Like a bird." Sam nodded, gesturing with his hand at her outstretched arms.

"No, silly!" Her arms dropped back onto the mattress. "I'm a person, not a bird! We should start calling you that, Silly Sam, Silly Sam, Silly Sam!" She laughed, pleased with her joke.

"I like that," Callen smirked at his partner. "Don't you, Silly Sam?"

"Overjoyed with it." The man grunted.

"Yay! I love flying though." She nodded, apparently serious again. "I felt like I was flying when Marty kissed me, he kissed me after I woke up here." She smiled. "I always feel like I'm flying when he kisses me, and Marty likes kissing me. A lot!" She giggled again. "A lot, a lot, a lot!"

"Oh." Callen turned towards Sam, their expressions half barely contained horror, half amusement.

"What else does Deeks love doing a lot?" Sam quipped.

Shaking her head vehemently, Kensi pointed a long finger at the men. "Naughty, very naughty. I'm not saying anymore!" Crossing her arms she slumped against the pillows, pouting.

"C'mon, Kens." Callen walked forward, taking the chair by her bed. "Silly Sam is being naughty, but I want to hear more about sweet Marty."

Narrowing her eyes, Kensi peered at the team leader. "Okay." She spoke slowly. "But nothing for naughty Silly Sam!"

"Nooooo, of course not." Callen nodded slowly.

"You know." She leaned closer to Callen, casting an evil look to Sam. "He loves waking me up with his lips, he has the nicest lips doesn't he? Soft, warm, I love kissing them. Sometimes." Kensi stopped, laughing wildly. "I tickle him awake, don't tell anyone that though, Marty doesn't like anyone to know that he's ticklish."

"Oh I won't," Callen grinned.

"I trust you! Not like I trust Marty, but I do, I do."

"I trust you too." Callen chuckled.

"Really!? That's amazing! I'm hungry." She suddenly grumbled, recrossing her arms.

"Oh well-"

"I'm never hungry when Marty is around. He makes me breakfast in bed all the time! He buys me things too, he's always complaining about them, the refined sugar and stuff like that, but he keeps getting them for me." Her eyes got a faraway glaze to them and for the first time she looked like herself. "He gets this look on his face when he watches me eat them, I've never seen anybody look at me like that before. I think."

Kensi stopped and glared at Sam, before leaning back towards Callen. "I think he's in love with me, but, but I think he's afraid to say it because he thinks I'll run, but I won't run!"

"I believe you." Callen smiled and gently patted her hand where it lay clenching the hospital issue blanket.

"I'm done running with Marty, I told him I'm all in and I want him to tell me how he feels."

"Maybe you should tell him that." Sam entered the conversation again.

Kensi apparently having forgotten her annoyance turned in her bed to him. "I can't," she spoke slowly. "I have communication issues."

"Don't we all." Callen glanced at his partner, lips pursed.

"I'm sleepy!" Kensi announced.

"Go to sleep then, you'll be discharged when you wake up."

"What about Marty?" Kensi asked pointedly.

"We'll be here for Marty," Sam supplied.

"Oookay." Kensi stretched back down on the bed, snuggling in her pillows. "Tell Marty." She yawned as Callen tugged a blanket up over her shoulder. "Tell Marty I love him when he gets here," she murmured and drifted off.

Coming to stand at the foot of the bed, Callen sighed. "I don't think we should tell anyone about this."

"No? What about Ma-Arty." Sam chuckled.

"Least of all him, if they really are together now they probably planned on telling us at some point, last thing they need is for us to find out because a doctor got Kensi high." Callen reached down and pulled the corner of the blanket over Kensi's bare foot. "Let's just try and forget about this for now, new couples don't need the extra complication of Henrietta Lange."

"What's this about Hetty." A voice drawled from the doorway and Deeks strode into the room, his eyes immediately fixing on Kensi and softening. Setting a duffle bag down on the chair Callen had vacated he smoothed hair back from Kensi's eyes and bent at the waist to press a light kiss to her temple.

"She been asleep long?" He whispered, gaze locked on her, hand still caressing her hair.

"Just a few minutes."

"Ahh," Deeks looked at them briefly. "The hospital wants the room back." His blue eyes narrowed slightly. "She talk about anything interesting?"

"Flying, breakfast, and junk food." Callen smirked.

"Oh," Deeks chuckled. "Doctor said she probably won't remember any of this when she wakes up, most likely for the best right?"

"Oh yeah," Sam said.

"You just don't want her to remember Silly Sam!" Callen exclaimed.

"Very true, I've never heard someone speak so loopily in my life."

"Loopily," Callen tilted his head to the side. "Is that even a word?"

"Is now." Sam shrugged.

"Look at you!" Deeks grinned. "With your adorable partner banter."

"Let the grownups talk, Deeks." Sam said.

"Oh I will, Silly Sam, I will."

"Marty?" A muffled voice broke through their conversation and in her bed Kensi began to stir.

"We'll, uh, we'll go get some coffee for the return trip." Callen pointed towards the door.

"Oh, uh, okay." Deeks nodded, his eyes honed in on Kensi again.

Walking out the door with Sam at his side, Callen entered the elevator and pressed the button for the lobby.

"We got out of there fast." Sam commented, leaning against the wall.

"I really don't need to see Deeks take Kensi flying."

Letting out a small whimper, Sam nodded. "Agreed."


You guys like it? Is it worth of a review? Hope you like it, but I've got to go, the timer for my sugar cookies is going off.