Chapter 2

Kensi POV

It's been a couple of days since waking up at the hospital and honestly, I have to say that I am done with being cooped up in this insanely boring room day after day. The only interesting thing to do when lying in a hospital bed is to watch whatever is on TV and lately every channel seems to be playing old re-runs of shows and even now that's become so boring so now the only thing that I can look forward to is seeing the two blonde bombshells that come to visit me almost every day.

I learn more about them every time they come to see me.

*Flashback to last visit*

I was sitting up in bed trying to eat the hospital sludge that was meant to be food when I hear familiar giggles of young blonde that has started to grow on me. Today was the day that I learnt my daughter's name. Dakota Riley Deeks. Even though I can't remember anything from the past experiences that I've had with her I can still feel an uncanny bond between us. A bond full of love and joy. That day I spent with just my daughter. Yes, Deeks or Marty I'm still not sure which one I prefer, popped in a few times but other than that it was just me and Kota.

For most of the day we just snuggled and watched Disney classics. After a couple of movies, we played a game of 'truth or dare' where the dares mostly consisted of "Momma, I dares yous to gibe me a hug" and truths like "Momma how much do yous wove me" whereas I chose to ask truths that would give more information about the life I once had before this hospital room. When the visiting hours came to an end and Deeks came to pick up Dakota, she had a meltdown and started screaming and crying because she didn't want to go home if her mom wasn't coming.

It was cute that she didn't want to leave but at the same time it made a part of my heart break because I didn't want to see the kid that I lov – I like very deeply to be so upset about having to go home without me.

"Nooo! Dada no! I wanna stay wif momma!" that was what Kota said while pleading to her father with her puppy dog face. When Deeks told Kota that she would be able to see her momma tomorrow she calmed down a little bit but she still had tears running down her cheeks and every now and then she would make a small whimpering noise.

Saying my last goodbyes, I hugged Kota close to me and told her that she needed to be good for her dad as well as wishing her goodnight with a kiss to her forehead.

When I went to give her to Deeks she hugged me tighter and whispered "love you momma" with that I gave her once last kiss and replied with "see you tomorrow baby girl" this time she willingly let go of me and sat at the edge of my bed while Deeks said goodbye.

Our interactions with each other are still a little awkward but I've come to terms that he was a part of my life before I ended up in hospital and that I'm kinda glad he's here.

He gave me a hug and kissed the top of my head as he left. Just before leaving my room he gave me a goofy grin. "Next time you and me should share the whole day together, until then."

*End of flashback *

Today I didn't get any visits from Kota and Deeks but I did get a nurse come in and tell me that the reason why they couldn't visit today was because Kota was feeling sick and running a temperature so they are both at home trying to chase away the "sick monsters". So today I thought I'd get up off my ass and ask the nurse to take me to the hospital gym. Even though I don't have to do any physical therapy I just wanted to get into a routine, because if I had to stay in that hospital room for one more day without doing something new I think I would have gone back into a boredom induced coma.

After a few hours in the gym talking to other patience and doing a long workout I made it back to my room where a fresh set of clothes, which was surprising because the clothes were just ordinary sweatpants and what looked to be an old shirt that had a faded L.A.P.D printed onto the front of it. Just as I collected the clothes and headed to the private bathroom that joined onto my room, a nurse walked in. she must have seen me walk back into my room. When I turned around to look at her she noticed the clothes in my hand and said that my husband thought that I would want some actual clothes to wear instead of the uncomfortable hospital clothes.

The only thing that went through my head was "damn, he means it when he says that I'm an open book". I thanked the nurse and continue to the bathroom to shower and change into the new clothes. Once I finished in the bathroom I slowly made my way over to the bed and crawled in.

Not long after darkness clouded my vision as I slipped into a deep sleep. As I slept flashes of Dakota and Deeks sprang to life, those images were filled with joy and laughter but they seemed real and it felt like I had already witnessed what my brain showed me. While I dreamt something dark and cold flooded my sleep.

It felt painful and sad. It felt like I was witnessing Kota and Deeks being ripped away from me just as they got me back, and I couldn't do anything to stop the feeling.

In that moment, the penny dropped and I awoke in a cold sweat. The hospital monitors were going haywire, within seconds an army of nurses came in and checked on my condition, and made sure that I was okay.

As the last nurse left she informed me that they could call Deeks and ask him to come in.

I immediately declined and brushed it off with he's probably sleeping and nothing really happened so why bother calling.

I laid my head back on the pillow and once again sleep overcame me.

This time as I slept I saw what looked light Deeks trying to teach Kota how to walk. There were other snippets but this time it was of Deeks standing at an alter looking directly at me, then there was another flash of Kota but she looked small and afraid, I noticed that there was tears in her eyes and she was clutching stuffed toy that looked like a fox but I couldn't quite tell. I stayed in this dream for a while, I could feel strong arms around my waist, when I turned my head I saw Deeks sleeping peacefully with the occasional nose twitch. I turned back to Dakota, she now had her arms raised and a with a small shaky voice she said "momma… c-can I stay wif you an dada. I had a b-bad dreawm and I scared". I picked her up with ease and held her close to my chest as we started to drift back to sleep.

When I opened my eyes, I was no longer holding Dakota. In fact, I was no longer in the same bed, I opened my eyes to the early morning sun seeping in through my hospital window.