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Earlier in the hospital parking lot.
Unbeknown to each other, the two parties drove into the California Hospital Medical Center's parking lot, at the same time. They were desperate to find out what was wrong with Kensi.
"I presume Mr. Callen is with Miss Blye?" Hetty asked in a voice that belied her fear when she saw Sam and Deeks exiting Callen's car.
"He thought some should be there for her. Deeks wanted to go with her, but Callen pulled rank."
Sam couldn't contain his anxiety from those gathered around him.
"Let us walk towards the hospital. Hopefully they can tell us what is wrong with Miss Blye."
The groups quickly moved to the emergency room's entrance. While they were meeting in the parking lot, Kensi's ambulance arrived. When they arrived at the entrance, Kensi was being quickly wheeled inside.
Callen was so absorbed in looking at Kensi that he didn't even see his co-workers. He didn't even feel the supporting taps of Sam and Deeks touching his back.
By the time that they had entered the ER, Kensi and Callen were out of sight.
"Stay here; I will see where they want us to wait." Hetty said before anyone else could say something or move.
While Hetty was talking with the administrators of the hospital, Callen came to join his friends and colleagues.
The group acknowledged his presence by asking him questions about Kensi. Callen could only tell them what he had witnessed.
Callen, like the others, didn't think about mentioning the bruise on her forehead, because somehow, the event that happened on Christmas Eve, escaped all of their attention. Kensi had seemed perfectly fine after waking up on the couch. She had managed to Kill Talbot with an accurate shot. She had gone with Deeks to the homeless shelter. This was not the behavior of someone affected by a head injury.
By the end of the day, they would all know how much Talbot contributed to Kensi's condition.
"Mr. Callen, I'm glad you have come to join us. They told me that we can wait in their private waiting room."
The agents, technicians and Hetty were still hopeful that someone would soon tell them what was wrong with Kensi. Only Nell managed to find a seat. They others decided to keep pacing. Hetty just stared out of the window.
When they realized that they weren't going to be told anything anytime soon, they all settled themselves into the comfortable chairs, even Hetty.
Hetty, if anyone would have been looking at her, seemed calm. But inside she was so upset. She was deeply troubled. Kensi, one of the only agents who truly understood what it was like to be a female in a mostly male-dominated field, was sick. She had tried to resign the last time she had lost an agent when Dom died, but this was different. Kensi was like the daughter she never had and she wouldn't be dying in the line of duty. She gave her head a shake when she realized where her thoughts were drifting. Usually she had a sixth sense when she knew her agents were in trouble, but this time there had been nothing. Was she the cause of Kensi's illness to getting so out of hand?
Callen, who considered Kensi his favorite agent and treated her like an equal, was very distraught. Even though he remembered where Kensi had received the bruise on her forehead, he still didn't associate it with her condition. He had heard the paramedics talk about Kensi being severely dehydrated. Surely, she must have the flu that was going around. He just wished that he had called her during her holidays. But he had followed the agent's unwritten rule to stay away from each other during the holidays that Kensi's life might now be on the line.
Sam had always considered Kensi the younger sister he never had. He knew she was sick, very sick, and there was nothing that he could have done. All he had managed to do was open the curtains and clean up the vomit. They had all needed these Christmas holidays to get away from each other and rejuvenate. Everyone had stayed away from each other, why did he feel so guilty?
Deeks, who loved to banter with Kensi the most, was silent for once. He had so looked forward to seeing if the trust they had build up over the last few weeks and months was still there. He was kicking himself for leaving Kensi alone. They had finally opened up to each other on Christmas Eve. Had she already been sick by then? How long had she been sick? Why hadn't she called anyone? Did she have too much liquor? Did she have liquor poisoning? Did she have the flu or what? These were the questions that were going through his mind.
Eric, clearly upset, didn't know what to say. But his face reflected the thoughts running through his mind. He couldn't believe that Kensi was sick. Yes, she had made fun of his shirts, but had always respected his abilities. She made him feel very loved and appreciated. You only insult the ones you like, don't you?
Nell felt like the fifth wheel. Of course she was worried like the rest of them, but she really hadn't known Kensi that long. When Kensi had invited her to get a drink because she didn't want to be the only girl while they were searching for the black book, she had felt very honoured. She was only here for the support.
Each of them was so afraid to miss medical personnel letting them know what was wrong with Kensi that no one left the room.
Finally Nell couldn't deal with the tension in the room and offered to get everyone something to drink and to eat. Only Eric managed to show any enthusiasm for something to drink. Nell just had to escape for a few minutes.
Nell decided to get everyone a coffee, except for Hetty. She hoped Hetty would accept a paper bagged tea just this once.
Nell came back just in time to hear the doctor say, "I need to speak to her family." And Hetty replying, "We are all her family…".
They were all eager to hear what the doctor had to say.
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