Deeks stood there in the doorway. He couldn't escape this thought. He had felt the attraction between them since they first met in an undercover op LAPD was running. He slowly backed out of the doorway and up to the ICU main desk.
"Umm, excuse me?" he asked to get the woman's attention. She was about mid 20s, she had brown hair and was wearing the same kind of scrubs as the woman downstairs was.
"May I help you?" she asked her voice so sweet and innocent but Deeks paid no attention to it.
"Yes can I get the current condition of the patient in room 214, Kensi Blye, please?" he asked not ready to go in the room yet. He had to know if she was going to make it.
"She's stable but in critical condition. The doctor had to induce a coma and she'll be here a few weeks to make sure the burns heal properly," she responded reading off the information off the computer in front of her. "She was lucky to get out of there alive but it could take a miracle for her to recover. She'll have scars from the burns but nothing that will be able to stop her from doing her line of work."
"Thank you," he said fighting back tears that his partner might not be walking out of here. He slowly walked back to the room that held Kensi Blye. He realized she had no next of kin. Her dad was murdered when she was young and she never talked about her mom. He would ask her about it later. He walked into the room and sat in the chair next to Kensi. He took her had which was scraped from trying to get out of that fire herself. He didn't mind though. He just sat there, looking at her. He started thinking about their first undercover op together. It was a sailor who was murdered and was linked to a young girl who was in possible danger and to get close to her, he had to pretend that Kensi and he were in a failed relationship. He remembered giving her the alias Fern. She nearly killed him for that. The thought of that made him laugh.
He wondered what Kensi was thinking about. It didn't seem real. Kensi was the toughest woman Deeks had ever met. He never thought he'd see her in a hospital bed unless she was dying of like cancer or something. He never thought she would be one to come close to dying in an explosion even if a terrorist caused it.
"We're going to find him, Kenz," Deeks finally said. "I promise, even if it's the last thing I do." He leaned over and kissed Kensi on the forehead. She felt a little cold. She nearly died, Deeks. Of course she's cold! He thought to himself. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her face. There was a burn scar right beneath her left eye and her lip had been cut. She looked so helpless all these tubes and wires connected to her body and all she could do was sleep. He was going to be here when she woke up. She had done the same for him. He wondered if she had felt the attraction that he had. He pushed some of her hair out of her face and sat back down.
"Um, hello," a tall man with dark hair in scrubs and carrying a clipboard said as he stood in the doorway. "I'm Doctor Will Smith. I'm the one monitoring Ms. Blye's condition."
"Of course," Deeks responded getting up to shake the doctor's hand.
"I just came in to check to see how she's doing." He went over and checked all the monitors and started writing on his clipboard. "Alright I'll be back in an hour to check on her again."
"Thank you, doctor," Deeks said as he left the room. He would get her condition later but for now he had to stay with Kensi. He sat there for another half an hour before going to get coffee. As he waited for the coffee to pour he saw doctors and nurses rush into Kensi's room. He left his coffee sitting there and ran back to the room. Don't be flatlinning. Don't be flatlinning. He kept thinking as he was rushing to get to Kensi's door. He finally reached the door and saw that Kensi wasn't flatlinning, she had woken up from her comma.