Ah, another injured agent, another hospital visit. Honestly, the hours she spent in hospitals these days would rival the time she spent on the phone with incompetent idiots. She decided not to focus on the fact that she didn't use to visit the hospital for any of her agents. It's amazing how a feeling of family changed you.
Shaking off the irritated feelings that had arose after dealing with hospital administration, Hetty made her way confidently down the maze of corridors. Bureaucracy had its time and place and this was neither of them.
No matter, she had more urgent things to do. Like the task that was literally through the door in front of her.
"Miss Blye, good to see you are awake," Hetty greeted briskly as she strode into the room.
It wasn't the official visiting hours but when had she allowed such nonsensical things stop her?
"Hi Hetty, trouble with the nurses?" she asked innocently. Far too innocently.
Hetty peered at her suspiciously as she agreed.
Squirming under her boss' look it didn't take long for Kensi to admit, "The door was open," waving her hands at the door to her room. Not liking the feeling that she was in trouble even though she had done nothing wrong, Kensi added, "It's good to be awake."
Hetty's stern expression changed to a smile. It wasn't often that any of them got one of those.
"Indeed, it is rather boring talking to someone unconscious," Hetty agreed solemnly.
"I was in a coma!" Kensi protested but looked touched that Hetty had been there when she was unconscious.
Ah, it was good to see that there was still some fire left in her and not just feeling sorry for herself.
"And now you're not," Hetty agreed and gave her agent a pointed look.
"No," Kensi said softly, her expression slipping into a frown.
Ah, she was thinking about her current limited abilities and how 'useless' she was. Hetty was not going to allow that.
"That means you can now progress towards getting better," Hetty pointed out.
Kensi answered with a derisive and self-deprecating snort. Hetty frowned pointedly at her.
"You need to focus on what you can do right now and work with that," Hetty explained what probably had been explained to Kensi a hundred times. "And not give you physical therapists so much grief."
Her tone stayed even but there was a strict undertone that was hard to miss.
"How did you-? I haven't-" Kensi spluttered.
Hetty gave her a knowing look at patted the leg closest to her.
"I believe that that is them now. I expect to see some improvement the next time I visit."
And with that, Hetty stood up and left, greeting the harried looking physical therapists as they warily approached.
The next time she visited she thankfully didn't have any run ins with the nurses. Technically, she could get in here with nobody being any the wiser but sometimes it was nice to be 'normal'. That and she didn't think that giving her medically fragile agent a heart attack was a good idea. Hetty was rather fond of Kensi and did want her back in full working order.
Mr Deeks was there, as she already knew having chased him out of work an hour and a half ago. He was fussing over his partner, much to her displeasure if the glare was anything to go by.
"Is our patient behaving herself, Mr Deeks?" Hetty asked by way of greeting.
"Mostly," Deeks replied with a grin, straightening up and facing her.
"An improvement, then."
"You know I'm right here?" Kensi sulked.
Both of them ignored her.
"As long as there's no injuries," Deeks agreed then smirked at Kensi. "She's deadly with the plastic spork, don't you know?"
"For the last time, I didn't do anything. It wasn't even in my hand when that happened!"
Hetty decided that she really didn't want to know. Some days she really thought that she had dealt with everything yet this partnership managed to disprove that every time. Mr Callen and Mr Hanna as well, now that she thought about it.
It was mostly a good thing.
"What brings you here, Hetty?" Kensi said louder, not looking at her snickering partner.
"A social visit" Deeks inquired and waved his hands to the bedside table. "We have all the delicacies the vending machines have to offer."
Hiding a smile, Hetty shook her head and placed the bag she was carrying on Kensi's lap.
"I'm afraid not, Mr Deeks. Duty calls, unfortunately."
"We were just going to break out the cheez-its too," Seeks replied it an 'oh darn' tone.
"Another time, perhaps."
Kensi was ignoring them, choosing to curiously poke the bag and hesitantly open it.
"Presents?" asked Deeks.
"Training," Hetty responded before turning to Kensi. "I expect you to be able to perform one hundred 'reps' of each, Miss Blye before I am satisfied with your recovery."
Kensi was pulling the items out of the bag with conflicting emotions flitting across her face. Thankfully, determination was the most repeated one.
"Wow," Deeks whistled.
There were ten items in the bag, all a form of hand and wrist strengthening equipment from the most basic stress ball (albeit one that was harder to compress) to the more difficult to handle, requiring fine motor control finger exercisers.
"Hetty, I-" Kensi stuttered, giving her a helpless look.
Hetty patted her knee and then stepped back to leave.
"Both hands, Miss Blye," she said over her shoulder. "You will be tested."
The final time Hetty visited, her Agent and Detective were asleep. Mr Deeks sprawled uncomfortably on those damned plastic chairs. Hetty frowned.
It mustn't have been a good day. Tear tracks were drying on Kensi's face. There had been too many of those recently.
Hetty noticed that some of the devices she had provided were scattered across the bed. Ah.
She tidied the place up a bit, safely storing everything away (and out of sight for the meantime) before tugging the two throws out from under Mr Deeks. With a quick flourish, both of them were tucked under one. Dusting her hands off, Hetty smiled in satisfaction.
That was much better.
