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I'm sorry it took so long to write another chapter. I have been doing a lot of research and I am trying to make it as accurate as possible. I also had writers block.

When the pair walked up to the nurse sitting behind the counter at the entrance of the ICU, Deeks deferred to Hetty to ask the all important question: what was Kensi's room number.

For once Hetty didn't waste any time being formal. "What room is Kensi Blye in?

Before the nurse could even finish saying, "Room 505", Hetty and Deeks were already on their way.

But they were not prepared for what they saw. Both had witnessed sick and injured people but it had never been someone they were close too. Deeks had never seen someone so sick either. If the nurse had never told them what room Kensi was in, they would never have recognized her.

Other than the sounds of the machines in Kensi's room, the only sound that could be heard was the gasp from Hetty and the intake of breath from Deeks.

The nurse working on Kensi, feeling the presence of someone behind her, turned around and gestured to them that they should wait to come in.

Even though Deeks and Hetty were getting impatient they didn't want to do anything to jeopardize Kensi's health.

When the nurse was finished with what she was doing she came to the doorway.

"Are either one of you sick?"

"No!" came out of Hetty and Deeks mouths simultaneously.

"Then wash your hands and then you can come in."

After they were done, they entered into Kensi's room.

The nurse offered them each a chair but they just shook their heads. They wanted to take a good look at Kensi.

"If she wakes up, please get one of the nurses. She cannot strain anything at all" with those words the nurse walked out of the room.

As they walked up to the bed Kensi was lying on, they couldn't believe what they saw.

Kensi's body was lying flat on her back and her head was raised on one pillow. Her head was partially covered by a dressing that was darker in the middle. A chest-drainage tube was sticking out from under the dressing and hung above her head. Wires coming out from under the dressing were attached to a monitor. A light blue and light yellow and purple bruise could still be seen on her forehead where she had made contact with the object Talbot had hit her with. Her eyes were lightly purple ringed and her face was swollen. A tube was sticking out of her nose and attached with tape. A breathing tube disappeared in her slightly open mouth. The wires that were sticking out of the top of her gown were connected to a heart monitor. A blood pressure cuff was attached to Kensi's left upper arm. Pin pricks and bruises covered the inside of her arms were the paramedics tried to insert an IV into her dehydrated blood vessels. A very light fist-size bruise covered her right arm between her wrist and her elbow. A dark purple bruise surrounded the tube that was coming out of her left wrist. A finger clip measured her pulse. A pouch attached to the side of the bed with a tube coming from under the blanket in the middle of the bed was probably the catheter. The blanket was unevenly raised above pneumatic compression stockings that were partially sticking out. A machine was attached to them and the stockings were gently tightening for a few seconds and then releasing.

Hetty, being the older and wiser, had seen the trust and friendship that Kensi and Deeks had been building. She could see that Deeks was deeply troubled. She cared for Kensi but knew that it was more important for Deeks to be with Kensi. She wanted to be there to support Kensi and Deeks. Right now Kensi wouldn't care if she was there or not, but Deeks would. She decided that she would only make Deeks leave when absolute necessary. She would be willing to sacrifice her desire to be with Kensi so the others could have a turn too.

After taking a good look at Kensi, Deeks needed to sit down. He closed his eyes tightly. He had known that Kensi had surgery and that she would be unconscious for a while, but he was desperate for her to wake up. He hoped that when he opened his eyes he would see that it was all a joke and that Kensi would laugh about putting one over him again. Instead, the only movement he could see was her pressure stockings moving.

Deeks was tired but he was also desperate to have his eyes be the first ones Kensi would see upon awakening. He sat upon the chairs in the room that were often used for people to sleep in and were padded more than the average chair and tried to keep awake. But the stress of the day caught up to him and he fell asleep.

Hetty decided to let him sleep. The chances of Kensi waking up anytime soon were very remote. Therefore Hetty decided to risk it and phone her other agents. She was sure that they would want an update. She wasn't sure though how much she should reveal, so she tried to be cryptic.

"Mr. Callen, we are in Miss Blye's room. . . . Only two people at a time may visit her. . . .I think it is important that Deeks stay with her. . . .I agree with you. . . .I think it is best if you see for yourself. . . .Please let Mr. Hanna know. . . .I would appreciate if you would let them know too. I am sure that Mr. Beale and Ms. Jones are eager to find out too. . . .Bye Mr. Callen."

Hetty decided to settle into the other padded chair and wait to see who would wake up first; Kensi or Deeks.

The same nurse came into the room a few times while Hetty was the only one awake. She checked to make sure that all of the machines were working properly and all the tubes and wires were they should be.

Before the night was out, Hetty too succumbed to sleep. She didn't witness the nursing shift or that Callen, Sam and Eric were already in the waiting room to await their turn to see Kensi. The trio decided to sleep in the chairs and couches provided in the waiting room, so they could take their turn to see Kensi.

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