An explosion on TV jolted Kensi awake and she groaned adjusting herself on the couch. Every limb felt like it weighed a tonne and she glanced towards the bedroom wincing as a dull pain built between her temples. The thought of moving was overwhelming and she sunk back down, closing her eyes whilst trying to ignore the nausea rolling in her stomach. She needed to think of something else and and her thoughts instinctively went to her partner, wondering if he'd found anything back at Stallard's house.
She'd toyed with the idea of texting him but knew he'd flat refuse to answer any work related questions. The notion she was being frozen out of the case frustrated the hell out of her but she knew her team were acting with good reason. Right now she wasn't any use to any one. It was just unfortunate that patience wasn't one of her finer qualities.. despite needing it to work with Deeks. A smile almost touched her lips as she thought of his teasing goofy expression and she let the memory wash over her, preparing to drift off again when another crash sounded making her jump.
Her eyes flew open again and she reached deftly for the remote, stopping as the images of a cooking show flashed across the TV. Something wasn't right. She shook her head trying to clear the fog clouding her brain, now almost certain the noise had come from somewhere behind her.
Feeling suddenly more alert she pushed herself up shivering as the blanket dropped from her shoulders. It was probably something outside, a cat or neighbour... but she was up and there was no point trying to make herself comfortable on the couch when her bedroom was within easy walking distance.
With a deep breath she forced herself to move, grabbing the arm of the sofa when the room tilted slightly. She could do this. It was just a few paces down the hall and she determinedly pushed off again taking slow steps towards the half open door down the hall.
The hair on the back of her neck prickled as she approached the darkened room and she chided herself for being paranoid. She was over tired, exhausted and it wasn't By wonder her mind was plying tricks on her. Stepping over the threshold she padded towards the bedside lamp, shivering as a cool draft came in from the window.
Her hands instinctively curled around her arms as she moved to close it, realising the mistake a second too late. She hadn't opened the window. It had been locked since she'd left for work that morning.
Fear churned in her stomach but despite the reaction she barely flinched when she felt the sharp point of a knife press into her back. Swallowing roughly she remained perfectly still as her training took over, step one... assess the situation.
Before she could ask any questions a sharp prick stung her neck and she silently cursed realising answers were going to have to wait. Her thoughts were already starting to blur and she was only vaguely aware of the room spinning into darkness before she passed out.