Now Deeks is hurt. How badly? Some more Densi in this chapter.

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Anything in italics within single quotes is a quote from my one-shot "Can't Stay Away". Anything in italics and double quotes is thoughts.

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CHAPTER 20: Deeks' Turn

Kensi kept her hand on Marty's arm, softly rubbing it, and smiling at him until the paramedics had the gurney ready to take him. The paramedics had Sam and Callen help transfer him to the gurney they had brought out of the ambulance, then began getting his vitals and asking what had happened. One of them continued looking after Deeks with Kensi right beside him watching everything he did, while his partner checked out Sam and Callen before checking out Kensi as she stood by Deeks. As soon as they were all checked out, they were told they should also be seen by a doctor.

"We've already been informed by our boss to get checked at the hospital." Callen answered for all three of them.

The paramedic working on Deeks asked. "Sir, do you know what happened to you?"

"Sss…Marty…call me Marty. Splosion…Fern…she landed on top…heavy, sooo heavy…liked it though…like her." Deeks was mumbling now and his eyes were closed, but he had a small smile on his face. Kensi blushed bright red when she heard him say he liked her, hoping no one would notice.

"Are you dizzy? Do you have a headache?"

"Ummm…yeah…both" The paramedic then pried one of his eyes open and shined a penlight in it causing Deeks to jerk back and try to bat his hand away while screwing his eyes tightly shut. "Don do thhhat…Hurz. Oh...umm...mmm gnna be sick."

Kensi helped him turn to the side as he lost everything he had in his stomach. The paramedics looked at each other and nodded their heads. Deeks definitely had a concussion and they could also tell he had lost some blood, possibly enough to require a transfusion. His shirt was saturated with it and they could see several areas of his jeans that were bloody as well, with several of the contusions still oozing blood. They completed their initial examination and loaded him into the ambulance while bandaging the numerous cuts on his body. By this time, several other NCIS teams were on site and Callen gladly turned authority over to them to work with the police to see what evidence could be found in the debris.

"Kensi, ride with Deeks. Sam and I will follow you so we can all be checked out."

Sam and Callen left to return to Sam's car while Kensi climbed into the back of the ambulance with Marty. The paramedic started an IV on Marty and took another set of vitals to call into the hospital. Kensi reached over and brushed his hair out of his eyes and then took his hand in hers. She sat there quietly talking to him as the ambulance sped on its way.

"You're going to be fine Deeks. You might even get to come home tonight. I'll take such good care of you." she whispered to Marty.

"I know you will Fern. You always do." Marty whispered back.

When the ambulance arrived at the hospital, Marty was wheeled into one room while Kensi was directed to another to be checked out. She parted from Marty reluctantly but was determined to get back to him as soon as possible.

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Kensi was checked out by a doctor in the emergency room before she headed toward where Marty was being examined. The closer she got, the more she could hear him complaining about being cold and wanting to go home. She slipped into the exam room and took a position by his side noticing he still had his eyes closed. At least he looked a little better than he had. He was getting a blood transfusion while also receiving additional fluids through the IV that had been started by the paramedics. His head wound had been stitched up and the other lacerations had been bandaged. Kensi checked out the stitches in his forehead and saw the cut had taken seven stitches to close. The wound was right at his hairline. She reached over and placed a light kiss on his forehead which resulted in a smile and a moan of appreciation from him.

She then took one of his hands in hers and brushed his hair away from his face again with the other which caused him to look over at her and smile again as he looked at the woman he loved more than life itself. "Hey Kens. You good?" he whispered.

"I'm fine…I mean good, Deeks, just some bruising and a couple of scrapes. You got the worst of it. Are you good?"

Deeks looked at her and then looked down at his hands trying to gather his courage to ask her to stay with him so he could go home. He knew he was taking a chance, because it would be the first time since she came back that Hetty would know she was staying with him, that is if he could convince her to take the chance. He didn't want to stay in the hospital but the doctor wouldn't release him if he lived alone. "I'm good but they say I have to spend the night. I don't want to stay. Can't you talk to them and get them to let me go home if someone watches me? The concussion isn't too bad."

"I'll ask. I can stay with you tonight so you can sleep in your own bed if they'll go for it. Would that be all right?" she smirked.

He looked at her and grinned. "I'd really like that. I really don't want to stay here. Maybe we can get some ice cream and watch some cheesy TV?"

"You're on Deeks. That sounds like a plan. Let me ask the doctor and then we'll get out of here."

"You'll have to put those plans on hold Miss Blye. Mr Deeks will be spending the night here, I'm afraid" Hetty stated.

"God Hetty, how do you do that? You about scared the life out of me!" Deeks closed his eyes tightly when his head started hammering again.

"I'm sorry Mr. Deeks. I didn't mean to startle you. I know you don't want to be here but you're in a lot more pain than you want to admit." Hetty patted him arm and looked at him with sympathy. "The doctor wants to keep you here overnight in case you need another transfusion. Miss Blye can pick you up in the morning and take you home. Come along Miss Blye. Let's give Mr. Deeks a chance to get some rest."

Hetty ushered Kensi out of the room without giving her a chance to try and talk her into letting her stay with Marty.

"Bye Deeks. I'll see you tomorrow." was all she was able to say before she was out of the room with Hetty. She had wanted to say more, but knew it would just give Hetty information she didn't need to know.

"Bye Kens. See you too." Marty gave going home up as a lost cause and closed his eyes to try to find some relief from the pounding in his head. He was asleep almost immediately.

Hetty escorted Kensi to where Sam and Callen were almost done being checked out. Once she had them all together she ordered them all home for the night. "Go home and rest! We'll get a fresh start in the morning. You're all running on fumes right now."

All three of them said goodnight and headed their separate ways. Kensi sent a quick text to Marty that read "Sorry Hetty spoiled our plans. I've been given official orders to come pick you up in the morning and take you home. See you then. xoxoxo". When she didn't receive an immediate reply she knew Deeks must have fallen asleep. Although disappointed in not getting a reply, she knew he needed the rest. He had been trying to hide a lot of the pain he was feeling from her and she knew the sleep would do him a world of good.

As soon as Callen was dropped off at home by Sam, he texted Nell to see if she would come over and spend the night. The return text had one word in it. 'Coming'.

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Callen pulled out some sandwich fixings and made a salad so he and Nell could eat together when she got there. He couldn't wait to hold her in his arms again. It had been a hell of a day and he needed the physical contact with Nell to relax. Otherwise, he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep. As he waited for Nell, he thought about how much his life had changed for the better since he had taken the chance and told her how he felt.

Nell arrived about thirty minutes after Callen and immediately walked into his arms so that they could hug. They stood in the front room enjoying the feeling of being wrapped up in each other's arms for several minutes before Callen remembered the light supper he had made.

"Come on Nell, I made us a light supper. Let's eat and then I want you in my bed with me. I plan on taking shameless advantage of you before sleeping."

"Sounds like exactly what I was hoping for G."

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Deeks was sitting in the chair in his hospital room waiting impatiently for his discharge papers to be completed when Kensi arrived.

"Fern, get me out of here, please" he looked at her with a slight pout on his face. "I'm fine, I want to go home and change and then get back to work." The look on his face always made Kensi think of a small boy trying to wheedle his mother into getting his own way. She adored it, but would never tell him. He used it enough as it was without knowing how much she liked it.

"Be patient, Sweet Cheeks. The papers will be here soon."

"Sweet Cheeks? You think my cheeks are sweet, huh?" Now he was looking at her with his eyebrows raised and that look on his face like he was about ready to come up with some quip that would embarrass her.

"Don't even go…that's not…you know what…shut up Marty!"

"I didn't say anything" he chuckled as he grinned at her. "Besides, I know Hetty is at the Mission, so we don't have to be so careful." He continued grinning at her. "Got her again! God, I love it when I get the best of her. She's so cute when she gets flustered."

"Keep it up and I'll leave you here to find your own way home." Kensi retorted while giving him a fake glare and turning like she was going to walk out of the room

"Kensi, come on, don't be like that…Fern…baby girl?" Deeks was in full-on quip mode. "Okay…okay! I'm stopping. Please take me home. I'll let you have your wicked way with me."

The nurse arrived with Marty's discharge papers before Kensi could think of anything to say. The nurse was pushing a wheelchair in front of her. Before Marty could open his mouth to complain about having to use it, Kensi put her hands on her hips, glared at him and dared him to say something "Not one more word, unless you want to walk home mister!"

Figuring he had pushed enough of her buttons, Marty climbed into wheelchair without saying a word and gave her his sweetest smile along with his puppy dog look. He didn't use it often, but he knew it was effective when he did. He was hoping it would do the trick and keep her from punching him. Kensi smiled back because she knew he was apologizing in his own inimitable way for teasing her. It's what they did, at least away from the office.

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