Prompt: Deeks' muscles prompt plus angst: Kensi is trapped (in a collapsed building or something) and Deeks has to rescue her. As he's carrying her out of the rubble she says something about his new muscles being a good thing.
"Hey, I promised my mom I would see if the electronics place down the street," Deeks said as he and Kensi strolled down the sidewalk next to a strip of storefronts. "Are you ok with picking up the stuff from the bakery by yourself?"
"Somehow I think I can handle it," Kensi teased, leaning in to kiss him. "Meet you back at the truck in 20 minutes?"
"Perfect." He kissed her a second time, grinning against her lips and then turned around, heading towards the Best Buy. He checked over his shoulder and to see Kensi just stepping inside the Great Harvest Bakery. Assured that she wouldn't catch him, he ducked inside the small jewelry store next door instead.
"Can I help you?" the young woman behind the counter asked. Her name tag said Cindy.
"Yeah, do you do custom work?" Deeks pulled out a piece of paper that he'd been carrying in his pocket for the past couple of weeks and showed it to her. "My wife's birthday is coming up in a couple weeks and I want to get her something special," he added.
"We can do customs, but this is pretty intricate," Cindy said frowning at the image. Deeks nodded enthusiastically, pointing to one the stones which was encased in a swirl of silver that wrapped around the next one.
"These represent my wife and me and this one–" A thunderous sound rocked the building, cutting his words short.
"Oh my god, what was that?" Cindy screamed, crouching down behind the counter as he ran for the exit.
"I don't know, but get everybody out of the building," he ordered, racing out of the door. His heart sank as he smoke pouring out of several stores a few places down.
Kensi couldn't be in there, he told himself, running towards the bakery. The bakery and the adjoining stores on either side looked like a bomb had gone off inside. Customers were slowly stumbling out of the doors, supporting each other and choking on smoke and dust.
"What happened?" he asked, rushing to support an older man who had a bloody cut on his forehead and was being led to the side by a younger woman.
"I don't know," she answered, voice shaking. "Everything was fine and then it sounded like something exploded next door."
"Call 911," he told her. He made sure the older gentleman was seated on the ground and then turned towards the bakery.
"Sir, you can't go in there," she said, grabbing his arm. "The building is collapsing." He shook her off.
"My wife is in there and she's pregnant," he said, his voice trembling a little as he said the words. He refused to believe that she wasn't alright. The reason Kensi wasn't outside with everyone was because she was helping someone.
Pulling in a deep breath, he stepped through the shattered glass door. The interior was dark, dusty and littered with rubble; pieces of plaster and concrete were everywhere, chairs and tables overturned and the glass case near the register, which held pastries and cupcakes was smashed in. The left wall seemed to have taken the brunt of the blast and had completely crumbled.
At least the fire seemed to be out, but Deeks was concerned that the infrastructure wouldn't last much longer.
"Kensi?" he called, gingerly stepping around a fallen beam. She didn't answer and the sick feeling that had started the moment of the explosion crept up his throat, nearly choking him.
If she'd been conscious, she would have answered or called him. She would have found some way to get to him. His stomach clenched again and he pushed the persistent thoughts away, slowly clearing the dining area before he moved on to the kitchen.
It was equally torn apart, the walls and ceiling were crumbled and many of the fixtures torn from the walls. He looked around, feeling unspeakable despair. If only he hadn't left Kensi. He would have been there to protect her and the baby. Or at the very least, they would have spent their last moments together.
"Don't do this to me Kensi," he muttered to himself as he unburied a pile of rubble large enough to fit a bo–a human. "Kensi!" he shouted again, continuing his search with increasing hopelessness. He angrily tossed a broken shelf across the room and it clattered on the floor. He shoved his hand through his hair, his eyes burning with unshed tears.
He froze a second later as he heard what sounded like someone shouting. It was faint, but definitely coming from within the building.
"Kensi?" He continued calling her name, tripping over bricks and chairs in his desperation to reach her. Deeks didn't allow himself to even consider that it was someone else other Kensi. He followed the voice to the ladies' restroom.
When he pushed the door open, chunks of drywall and other debris rained down on him and he proceeded gingerly, wary of causing more damage. Whatever had caused the explosion had ripped a whole through the back wall and demolished one of the two stalls.
"Kensi!" he shouted again and he felt weak with relief when she answered back.
"Deeks?" She sounded surprised, but not in extreme distress.
"Kensi, baby, just hang on a second. I'll come get you," he told her, stumbling over bits of ceramic and twisted metal in his need to reach her.
"I'm over by the sinks." He found her sitting between the two sinks, her hands clamped over her lower leg. "Hey," she said when she saw him, smiling tightly. Blood seeped out from around her fingers and Deeks dropped to his knee beside her.
"Oh my god, baby. Are you ok?" he rambled, cupping her cheek, relieved to feel the warmth of her skin.
"Yeah, I just got hit by a piece of shrapnel and I can't move my leg," she told him. He shifted one of her hands enough to see the wound and winced at the bloody mess beneath. A small piece of jagged metal was buried just above her shin. Based on the amount of blood seeping out, the metal had missed any arteries, but it still needed attention.
"God, I thought you were dead," he murmured, resting his forehead against Kensi's for a moment as he let out a shaky breath. He grasped the sides of head again, let his hands slide down the length of her neck and sides, reassuring himself that she was indeed alive and breathing.
"I did too for a second," Kensi admitted. "But we're both ok." She grabbed his hand and pressed it her stomach, which gently curved outward. "He's moving just like always."
Something groaned above them and there quiet moment was broken.
"C'mon, we need to get out of here before the entire building collapses."
They needed something to tie around Kensi's leg, but there was nothing particularly useful in the bathroom. After a moment, he yanked his shirt over his head and wound it around Kensi's leg, tying the sleeves off. It wasn't the most efficient bandage, but it would have to do.
"How's that feel?" he asked.
"It's fine, Deeks. Just get us out of here." Not needing to be told a second time, Deeks scooped her up, cradling her in his arms as Kensi wrapped her arm around his neck.
As he carried her out of the creaking building, Kensi trailed her fingers down his chest.
"I guess your new muscles turned out to be a good thing," she said happily.
"Oh my god, I cannot believe you're ogling me while I rescue you from a building that just exploded," he said, his relief making him a little giddy.
"I meant it's a good thing because you're strong enough to carry me out of here."
"Sure. Admit it, even when you're bleeding and in pain, you can't keep your hands off me."
"That is so not true," she insisted. "But, if anyone tries to give you a scrub shirt or anything, don't take it."