A/N: A bit shorter this time, but if it makes up for it, I'm currently on part five. Sorry if the title doesn't match the content, couldn't think of something better. It is, as part one, unbetaed. Raw.

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS: Los Angeles or any of its content and characters.

Part 2: Jobs

Doctor Cho comes back before Deeks can even wrap his mind around the consequences. His fingers itch to grab around the other driver's neck and squeeze, but he manages to stay calm. What he cannot deny, though, is the fact that Kensi literally in a wheelchair will change their partnership. How will Hetty react? Will she be confined to a desk? Kensi doesn't trust people easily, even if they're other NCIS agents. Will she be transferred to another office? Somehow, he cannot imagine that. Does Hetty even know? Kensi doesn't seem to have been talked through the procedural confinement. Then again, he is not aware of the complications that may or may not appear along the way.

So he asks the lovely Dr. Cho. The man is in his early forties, a slight greyish tinge in his otherwise black hair, along with stereotypical Asian features that follow his surname. He looks like an otherwise charming personality, but the white medical coat adds a layer of professionalism that the wedding band on his left ring finger does not. He is solemn when he explains her injuries and the treatments. He is easy to trust and clearly a family guy. Their profession, however, leaves them a little distrustful of new. Especially when taking into consideration that Dr. Cho has Kensi's health in his hands.

The kind doctor informs Deeks of what he has already been told by Kensi, and then some. He tells them that she is free to leave if she has somebody to look after her, but she can stay the night and of course she will be given the proper instructions and necessities once she is discharged. The proper arrangements will also be made, with her consent, which means a physio-therapist. The fact that the severe injury will leave her partially and temporarily crippled is obviously an issue.

"I am sure that your workplace will grant you more appropriate working tasks, Miss Blye. What do you do?" To any person, the question would seem casual if Cho hadn't been taking notes, obviously willing to contact her workplace for "proper arrangements".

"We are private security guards," Deeks explains, being careful not to sound hostile or territorial. Cho seems like a faithful husband with good morals. Plus, Kensi'd be pissed if she ever caught him red-handed. The slight tilt of her head tells him that she is comfortable with the alias. Cho wouldn't be asking if he knew.

"So you're a colleague?" Cho sounds suspicious; then again, it could be modern curiosity.

"Er, more of a friend," Deeks corrects, flickering his eyes to Kensi who is calmly surveying the conversation. He wants to reach for her hand, but the motion seems too intimate and Kensi is already hiding behind the mask of shock. Partially.

"Well, is there anybody else to call? You will need somebody to help you with your every-day routine, at least until you get adjusted," Dr. Cho assures her, like he has somehow sensed that Kensi is the kind of woman who'd think she'd been able to do anything herself. He also glances casually at Deeks, but the undercover cop senses the true hint in Cho's eyes. Is he really the most responsible person you could find? Deeks has had people underestimate him in his past – it's usually his best advantage – but it still hurts a little bit that a doctor can't entirely trust his responsible side.

Kensi takes his side. "No, I'll fix that myself. With my job, too."

Dr. Cho leaves them alone, reminding Kensi that she needs rest, and sending the rest of the team in. Nell keeps in the background, but Callen and Hetty steps forward. Confusion upon her face, Callen senses the question she dares not to ask.

"Sam's on his way."

"You didn't have to come, guys..," Kensi states, shrugging it off like she's used to. Hetty's hand slides to Kensi's in firm relief.

"We did. With your driving, somebody had to defend you," Callen says with a teasing smile. She grins in all her paleness.

Hetty's serious eyes turn even more solemn. "What is the matter, miss Blye?"

Kensi sends Callen and Nell a look that makes it clear that, unlike Deeks, they do not know the extent of her injuries. For all they know, she could merely have broken an ankle. His partner knows that keeping secrets from Hetty is near impossible, but it strikes Deeks that she may not be willing to admit the defeat a set-back like this will cost her. At least he is glad she is acknowledging her newfound disadvantage.

"I'll need some time off," Kensi admits as soon as the two have left the room, biting her own lip. Deeks is actually amazed to hear it.

"Injuries?"

Kensi's response is plain, casual and blunt. "Broken legs. Cut in the forehead. Swollen ankles. Nothing too serious."

The small leader nods, her eyes widening slightly. It appears Hetty didn't know, but Deeks knows better than to gloat. Not appropriate time, surely not appropriate person. "The arrangements?"

"I'll think of something. I'm gonna need some time off."

Nod. "You do have some unspent vacation time coming up. But why, Miss Blye, do you not wish the others to know? You have depended upon them for backup countless times."

Kensi's eyes flicker to Deeks, then back to Hetty.

"It's better if I go on a leave," the brunette shrugs.

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