Kensi POV
It was the middle of the night but I was awake in an unfamiliar place. Looking around at the blank walls and thinking about that mission, the shots, the pain. I saw Brandt asleep in a chair near the bed I was in. I looked over at the clock, 4:30am. I sighed just laying there for a little bit. Eventually I got up from my bed trying to be quiet about it barely succeeding, still in a bit of pain but I gritted my teeth through it. A couple gunshot wounds wouldn't impair me in normal duties. I walked into the bathroom and pulled off my shirt looking down at the wrapping where a nurse had wrapped an ACE bandage around some gauze that hid my injury from view. I slowly grazed my fingers over it, expecting more pain than I experienced. Slowly, I unraveled the bandage looking at the newly laid gauze that stuck to the wound, small blood stains covered the surface. It was getting better... Slowly, but surely. I wondered quickly what day it was. I looked at the gauze. Disgusted at what they did to me, whoever 'they' was I would find them. I could feel the anger boiling up inside me. I sighed closing my eyes and slowly opening them to look at myself in the mirror at that moment I promised myself I would get through this. I felt useless, now I was probably going to be out of the field for a while doing rehab and pushing papers. However, during that time I would be hunting for them and at the opportune moment I would kill them. I slowly heard movement behind me. Brandt had gotten out of the chair and stumbled towards me, still tired.
"Hey you shouldn't be up and walking. How're you doing?" He asked me.
"Good, doing better. What day is it?" I asked him.
"It's been a couple days after the failed missile launch. Thursday, I think." He said looking at his watch. I nodded not concerned.
"Good. How's everyone?" I asked him. Seeing Benji and Ethan were no where to be seen.
"Ethan's in the hospital. He drove a car off the parking garage complex he's got a couple broken bones. You both should be good in a couple weeks." He told me. I nodded not surprised at Ethan's injuries.
"Sounds good. I need to get out of here." I told him as I walked towards the door of the room.
"Kens, Kens... I need you to stay here with me, I can't lose you again." Brandt said his eyes showed sincerity. As he gripped my shoulders lightly.
"Okay, okay I'll give it a couple days." I told him a tear slipping from my eyes.
"No don't cry baby. It's okay, it's gonna be fine." He told me as his expression clearly changed into one of concern and worry.
"I need to find them Brandt. I know Wistrom was the second shooter. But who was the first?" I asked him as more tears started to slip.
"I know honey. And we will find them, okay? I promise just lay down and we'll see about getting you discharged in a couple hours." He told me readjusting his grip to my face. I looked down and he tilted my chin back up to look him in the eyes.
"Kensi..." He started to speak and I knew what he was going to say but I couldn't hear it right now. I leaned into his grip. He leaned his forehead against mine and our lips met. He got me back into bed and I slowly fell back asleep as he held my hand.