"Kens?" Deeks rapped lightly on her door again straining to hear any movement coming from inside. He could see the light flickering from the tv but other than that nothing stirred and he frowned trying to swallow the unease resting in his chest. Using precision he shifted the take-out bags in his arms so he could dig out his phone and keys. When she didn't answer on the fifth ring he used the spare she'd given him to open the door and he manoeuvred inside heading straight for the coffee table.

Dumping the food he picked up the remote and muted the TV. "Kensi?" He gave it a moment, half expecting her to come storming out but the house remained completely still and concern twisted in his stomach as he moved to investigate.

She was probably just sleeping. He'd dropped her off hours ago and if she'd taken something to combat the flu then it had probably knocked her out but it wasn't like her to give in so easily. He'd been expecting a call all day or at least a text asking about the case and the fact she hadn't contacted him had spurred the need to check on her.

"Kensi?" He stilled as he reached her bedroom door, hesitant to go in, but it was wide open and he shrugged off his guilt. Just a quick peek inside to make sure she was okay then he would see himself out... or maybe eat dinner first, watch some TV... in fact he may as well hang around just in case she woke up and needed something. Better to be safe than sorry.

At ease with the decision he placed his hand on the door frame and swung his head in taking a moment to adjust to the darkness. When he started to see shapes he directed his gaze to the bed frowning as he flicked on the light switch.

The room was empty.

More than that the bed didn't look like it had been slept in, just half-heatedly made in a typical 'throw the covers over' Kensi kind of way. She wasn't exactly the tidiest person but there was nothing in the room that screamed unusual and he backtracked out of the bedroom crossing the hall to the bathroom. Maybe she was just taking a bath and listening to some music. It wouldn't be the first time he'd overreacted to a similar situation and he smiled as the memory of them playing a married couple washed over him.

"Kens?" He knocked three times and when there was no response he tried the handle, concern twisting his features as the door opened to another darkened room. With a frown he pulled out his phone feeling the happier thoughts slip away as he dialled Callen's number. By the time his team-mate picked up he'd canvassed every inch of the small house and he was positive he wasn't just being paranoid. "Kensi's gone..." he paced in a circle, tugging a hand through his hair. As predicated his friend took the rational approach asking him what the hell he was talking about.

"What do you mean gone, gone where?"

Callen motioned for his partner to stop. He and Sam were just about to head out when he'd taken the call and despite having no actual information, the fear he picked up in the detective's tone made the hairs stand up on the back of his neck.

Deeks glanced down at Kensi's keys and wallet strewn out across the coffee table. If she'd gone somewhere she would have taken them with her not to mention her car was still in the drive. Something was definitely wrong. "I'm at her place. TV's on, her car is here... purse, keys, phone... I've checked everywhere and the place is empty..."

Callen mouthed the word 'Kensi' to Sam as he listened to Deeks go on. The bigger man tensed his shoulders and Callen tried to focus on the call only half keeping up as his team-mate began to ramble useless information. "Listen, it's probably nothing. Maybe she went round to see a neighbour and got locked out or something?" There was silence on the line suggesting the idea was possible but despite sounding confident he had a bad gut feeling. "Sam and I will get on route just in case but if she kicks our asses for this you're taking the fall man."

The line disconnected and Deeks took a deep breath, grabbing his keys off the table as he started towards the door.

The explanation was plausible... or at least the only thing he could think of that made any sense. Either way he needed to do something productive and if he had to knock on every damn door in the neighbourhood he would. He wasn't going anywhere, not until he made sure she was okay...