Prompt 25: "What the hell were you thinking?!"
A/N: Have I written something similar to this before? Probably.
"What the hell were you thinking?!" Kensi demanded as she stalked back into the bathroom with a roll of gauze, bandaids, tape and ointment. She set it all on the counter, crossing her arms and cocking a hip as she stared expectantly at Deeks.
"It seemed like a good idea at the time," Deeks mumbled, his words distorted by a swollen lip and the ice pack he pressed to the left side of his face.
"Jumping on a moving semi is never a good idea," she retorted, wondering if her husband had experienced brain damage in her absence. It was the only explanation that made sense for his lapse in judgment. "And I can't believe Sam and Callen let you do it."
"It was actually their idea."
"Oh my god," she said, angrily unwinding some bandage. "I am going to murder them."
She shook her head again, muttering under her breath as she grabbed some cotton swabs and the ointment. Brushing aside his bangs, she gently applied some ointment to a cut above his eyebrow. Aside from his split lip, he had numerous bruises and scrapes scattered across his face and right arm. He also had a nasty case of what looked like road rash on his left forearm.
Kensi could only assume he used that arm to break or slow his fall. She winced at the idea of him rolling off the top of a semi and down a small ravine.
"You know, they were just trying to do their job," Deeks said quietly a few minutes later. Kensi softened slightly, never able to stay angry with him for long. She paused her ministrations for a moment and leaned to kiss him gently, careful not to put too much pressure on his swollen lip.
"And part of their job includes making sure you don't get killed during harebrained schemes," she reminded him. After applying a few small bandaids to the worst of his scrapes, she had him take his shirt off.
She winced at the sight of his bare chest, which had fared better than his arm, but would likely still be sore for the next few days. When she was done taping off the gauze on his forearm, she told him,
"I was really worried about you. When Eric called, I assumed the worst."
"I'm sorry," he whispered, glancing up at her through his bangs. He almost looked sheepish and she sighed, pressing her forehead against his. Deeks tugged at her arms until she scooted onto his lap. It was a little awkward, but the warmth of his chest and arms wrapped around her was comforting.
"Just promise that you'll be more careful," she requested, absentmindedly fiddling with the hair at the nape of his neck. "I didn't realize how hard it would be to not be by your side, watching your back. I need to know that you're not taking unnecessary risks."
"I promise. No more harebrained ideas." He grinned just a little bit, smoothing his hands up her sides. "Are you still mad at me?" She rolled her eyes, resisting the urge to pinch him since he was already covered in bruises.
"You know I can't stay mad at you when you give me those puppy dog eyes."
"Good," he said, sounding relieved. "Because I don't think I have it in me to woo you with sex tonight."
"You are such an idiot," Kensi told him, amused despite herself. "But you're my idiot. And I love you."