You know, I started writing this chapter at 9:00, and suddenly it's 1:19 am and I'm looking at camping supplies on Amazon. Living with ADHD is fantastic. Can't focus on anything. Anyway, enough of my ridiculous rambling, on to the chapter. These chapters keep getting longer and longer... lol. You're welcome.
Guest reply: You're almost right :) someone else gets to her before G does
A Rash Rescue Chapter 3 -
Finding Kensi
"Yeah Nell?"
"Kensi's gone!"
Callen's jaw dropped. "Where is she?" he asked.
"I don't know!" Nell replied. Callen could hear her footsteps as she trotted back up the stairs to Ops. "Eric, do you know where Kensi is?" Nell asked, voice slightly muffled as she covered her bluetooth with her hand.
Callen couldn't hear Eric's reply, but Nell's frantic voice summed up his assumptions.
"Eric said she went to check out the address he sent her! We cracked the IP address and got a location, but I thought he sent it to you guys!"
"No, he didn't! He must've given it to Kensi!" Callen responded. "Nell, send me that address, now!"
...
Kensi pulled up outside a sketchy-looking warehouse, quickly getting out of her car and drawing her gun. She crept up the building, dodging the cameras that rotated in front of the door. She quickly opened it, slipping inside just as they rotated back towards her.
She crept down the hall, gun pointed in front of her as she took in her surroundings. Kensi could here a quiet whimpering down the hall to her right. She picked up the pace, pressing her ear to the door the sound was coming from. She gently opened the door, peering around the side. Kensi let out a sigh of relief, swinging the door fully open to gaze upon the tiny girl bound with her arms behind her back in a chair.
"Kayla?" Kensi asked. "Kayla Mitchell?"
The little girl looked up at her with frightened eyes. She tentatively nodded her head.
"Oh, finally," Kensi breathed. "My name's Kensi. I'm a federal agent." She fished her badge out of her pocket, flipping it open and placing it on Kayla's lap. "I'm here to get you out of here."
"You can't! The men, the men, they are everywhere! They will catch you!" The 7-year-old whispered as Kensi knelt down to untie the ropes keeping her ankles firmly secured to the chair legs.
"I know they are, but we're going to sneak out, okay?" Kensi managed to untie one of the tight knots around Kayla's leg. She started on to the other one.
"Okay," Kayla whispered solemnly. Kensi ground her teeth as the second knot was giving her fits. "Behind you!" Kayla suddenly screamed, and Kensi felt strong arms wrap around her neck, squeezing hard as her vision blurred and everything went black.
She came to bound beside Kayla, and armed guard standing watch between them. Kayla's bonds had been retied, and the little girl was staring up at the man with the gun, fear evident in her eyes.
"We're gonna get out of here," Kensi reassured her, leaning back to make eye contact with the little girl.
"Quiet!" the man barked, jamming the butt of his rifle into Kensi's temple. Kensi grunted as she felt a trickle of warm blood run down the side of her face. Kayla whimpered. Kensi sighed as she fiddled with the ropes keeping her hands tied tight. How was she going to get out of this mess?
...
Callen and Sam pulled up to the warehouse, Deeks flying in behind them. They quickly jumped out, guns drawn, vests on. Callen signaled for them to follow him, and they did, heading for the door.
"Federal agents!" Callen cried as he burst inside, gun raised. He was met with silence. Sam and Deeks crept behind him, scanning the area constantly.
"Callen!" A cry came down the hall.
"That sounded like Kensi," Deeks whispered frantically, gesturing with his gun in the direction of the voice.
"I know. Let's go," Callen said. They crept down the hallway, tense and alert. Gunshots suddenly sounded and bullets came flying at them from down the way. Callen, Sam and Deeks dove behind some stacks of crates piled in the hallway, popping up like gophers to return fire.
"Cover me!" Sam shouted, darting ahead to the next set of crates. From closer range, he was able to take out the shooters. The firefight ended, smoke clouding in the air. Callen coughed, standing and holstering his pistol.
"Kensi!" He yelled loudly, waving a hand in front of him to wave away the smoke.
"In here!" they heard her call, and the threesome ran towards her voice, not before hearing the sound of a hand slapping against skin, and a pained grunt from Kensi.
Deeks took point, pistol aimed and ready. He busted open the partially open door with his foot, gun aimed, shot, and fired before the man holding the gun to Kensi's side can react.
"Baby?!" Deeks exclaimed, holstering his pistol and rushing forward.
"I'm fine. Get Kayla out first," she said, jerking her head to the girl tied to the chair behind her. Sam immediately started on her ropes while Deeks started on Kensi's. Callen stood guard at the door.
"You okay?" Sam asked Kayla as he undid the ropes around her wrist. The little girl nodded, throwing her arms around Sam's neck. Sam grinned, standing up, cradling the little girl in his arms.
"Are you okay, Kenz?" Callen asked, turning around and lowering his gun.
"Yeah, I'm fine. A little banged up, but okay," Kensi replied as Deeks gently ran a finger over the red handprint on her face.
"Good," Callen said with a nod. Deeks wrapped his arm around Kensi, guiding her out of the room towards the car.
"Eric, call Kayla's parents and tell them to meet us at the boatshed. Tell them we have their daughter."
"You got it, Callen," Eric replied from Ops.
...
"Daddy!" Kayla cried when Sam put her down outside the boatshed, running as fast as she could, slamming into his chest.
"Kayla!" Corporal Mitchell shouted, sweeping her up in a hug.
"Mommy!" Kayla wiggled from her father's grasp to hug her mother.
The team grinned, watching the happy spectacle lay out.
"A job well done, team," Callen said with a grin, directing his words toward Sam and Deeks. "You, however, missy," he pointed at Kensi, "this is far from over."
Kensi nodded bashfully, looking down.
"Come on, let's go back to work, get showers and go home," Callen said.
"Sounds good to me," Sam replied.
...
"What's taking Kensi so long?" Sam asked a while later, after they had all showered and cleaned up.
"She's avoiding the inevitable," Deeks piped up. "I'll go find her." He got up from his desk and headed towards the locker rooms.
"Kenz?" he asked, rapping on the women's locker room door. "I'm coming in." He pushed open the swinging door, finding Kensi sitting on the center bench, legs pulled up to her chest, chin resting on her knees. "What are you doing?"
"Avoiding Callen," Kensi mumbled, not looking up at him. The cut on her temple was bandaged, and her damp hair was gathered back in a loose pony.
"Well you can't avoid him forever," Deeks pointed out. He reached for her, grasping her by the ear. Kensi yelped, jumping up as Deeks towed her back to the bullpen.
"Deeks!" Kensi protested, hopping along beside him. Deeks ignored her, leading her back to the bullpen.
"Look who I found!" Deeks proclaimed loudly as Kensi shuffled in the bullpen beside him, head bent at a funny angle on account of Deeks' grip on her ear.
"Are you alright?" Sam asked, standing up and coming around to the front of his desk as Deeks released Kensi's ear. Kensi shook her head numbly.
"Aside from a headache the size of Texas, I'm fine," Kensi said quietly.
"Good," Sam said shortly, nodding his head once. Kensi gave a bashful smile.
Sam suddenly grabbed her and bent her over his arm, his large hand grasping her hip, right then and there in the bullpen. Kensi squealed as he tugged her close, snugging her up against his hip. She thrashed to no avail, Sam's grip just too strong. He quickly divested her of her jeans, pushing them to her knees. Red skin peeked out from beneath her underwear from Callen's spanking the day before.
"I was going to do that, but I guess I don't have to now," Callen muttered, raising his eyebrows. Deeks nodded in agreement, although he couldn't help but feel sorry for his wife. Spankings from Sam were no joke.
Sam wasted no time in letting his heavy hand fall, smacking in rhythmic, hard swats. Kensi squealed, kicking her legs. She supposed she should be grateful that most everyone had gone home for the night, only Deeks and Callen remained in the building with them. It was still humiliating, being spanked in front of others, but Sam wasn't one for ceremony. He gave a spanking, and then it was done.
Tears began to roll down her cheeks as Sam kept up his even tempo, swatting fast and hard. His huge hand covered the whole of her bottom, ensuring no part was safe from the fiery swats. She whimpered as she felt Sam pause, knowing this spanking was far from over. Still holding her bent against him, he reached for a ruler resting on his desk.
Kensi thrashed, kicking her legs back and forth, pushing her toes against the tile. Sam simply tightened his grip, lifting her off the floor with one huge arm. Kensi tipped forward dangerously, so she stilled. Sam put her back down, just barely, her toes scrabbling for purchase. Sam snapped the ruler down on Kensi's backside, illiciting a squeal from her.
He continued to snap the ruler down in fast-paced swats, showing no signs of stopping soon. Tears rolled down Kensi's cheeks as she tried her best not to cry in front of her team. She kicked her feet, scrabbling against the floor as Sam aimed the ruler lower to her sit spots and thighs, rapidly reddening them again. Kensi's bottom was already pink and still sore from Callen's spanking yesterday, and Sam was only rekindling the blaze.
Kensi finally went limp, heaving a heavy breath. "I'm sorry!" She exclaimed. "I'm sorry!" Sam stopped, tossing the ruler back on his desk. He set her fully back down on her feet and let her stand up straight. Kensi quickly tugged her jeans back up and buttoned them, whimpering at the sting the rough material caused. Sam gathered her into a hug once she had finished righting her clothing, rubbing her back up and down. Kensi whimpered into his shoulder.
"Don't you ever act like that again," Sam said sternly, placing his hands on Kensi's shoulders, looking her in the eyes. Kensi nodded.
"I won't, Sam, I won't," she said adamantly, scrubbing a hand beneath her nose.
"Good," he replied.
"I don't think you need to be told that twice," Callen spoke up. He stepped forward, gripped her arm and spun her to the side, landing three quick smacks to the center of her bottom. Kensi yelped as Callen reignited the sting that had begun to settle down. He then gathered her in a hug. "I don't know what got into you this week, but don't let it happen again."
"I won't," Kensi mumbled into his shoulder. Callen patted her back.
"Alright you lot, go home!" He said as he released her. "I don't want to see any of you back here tomorrow."
"Yes sir!" Deeks said with a grin. He reached for Kensi's hand as they all headed home.