Life, Lies and Video Surveillance

By Cortexikid

Chapter 7: Dwang (Part I)

IMPORTANT NOTICE!:

This chapter is actually a PREQUEL to my other Densi one-shot story "Partners In Crime Fighting" under the "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" section. While it is not necessary to read that too I would recommend it =] This could also be considered a continuation on the previous chapter "Diffibulate."

A/N: I'd like to dedicate this chapter to lisbonloafers whose idea it was to expand on this plotline from my other story. Thank you! I hope you (and everyone else) like it =]

Disclaimer: NCIS: LA – epic? Yes. Mine? No.

WOTD: DWANG; D·wa·ng verb. To agonize, to despair, to worry

"Those legs just don't stop!" the drunken man slurred in her ear as they (mostly him) stumbled out the side-door of a night-club, once again the patsy for their latest op. The inebriated, 5'6", red-haired 'gentleman' currently latching lustrously onto her waist and practically dry-humping her hip was one Mr. Brian Teague, ex-Marine and current drug-smuggler who had been involved with the murder of a petty officer. The team had it on good authority that he was also working closely with Ethan Daniels – another 'gentleman' and 'entrepreneur' that Kensi entertained a weeks before to retrieve valuable intel from his laptop.

After bringing Mr. Daniels to the boat-shed for questioning (quite the shock for him as Kensi went from sex-siren to bad-ass-Blye in two seconds flat), she and Deeks got a name out of him. This ultimately lead them to "Club Hell" (an apt name if there ever was one) where she met Teague and proceeded to pour alcohol down his throat and 'listen' to his belly-aching, all the while under the guise of a recently dumped sexy-secretary-type. He was putty in her hands after his third Strawberry Daiquiri. Sad, really.

"Hey, hey," he murmured, stopping their decent into the alleyway, swaying unsteadily as Kensi fought to keep them both upright, "I...I never got to b-buy you a drink..."

Kensi hid a grimace at the strong smell of cigarettes and rum on his breath and pasted a bright smile on her face as she towered over him in her four inch heels.

"Oh that's okay, I'm more of a JD on the rocks girl myself."

"Alright Kens, you keep him away from the van and get his keys. Me and Sam are gonna try and find his buddies," Callen called over the coms from inside the club as she steered the rapidly-deteriorating Teague further down the alley.

"I—" she halted in her reply abruptly as her companion suddenly stopped walking. It was then she heard a snort/groan coming from the vicinity of her shoulder. With a furrowed brow she turned to Teague and realized that his legs were buckling and he was falling asleep, quickly.

"Give me a sec, guy's out like a light," she grumbled to Callen, dragging the semi-conscious man over to a nearby dumpster. Bending her knees, she let Teague sink to the ground, propping him up against the wall, taking out a zip-tie from her purse and fastening his wrist to the handle the dumpster before searching him.

"Good girl Kens, let the little guy down easy," came the familiar voice of her partner, Marty Deeks over the coms.

Kensi merely rolled her eyes and continued her search of Teague before she felt something in the breast pocket of his suit.

"I think I've got something," she said quietly, keeping her eyes trained on the slumbering man before turning her attention to the items she just retrieved.

"It's some sort of syringe...it's got a little liquid in it, maybe five CCs," she murmured, inspecting it as best she could in the dim lighting of the street lights.

"Could be a sample, maybe acid or something?" Deeks hypothesized from his vantage point at the front door of the club.

"Could be, could be something else, no way of knowing until it's tested...think I'll hang onto it just in case the van's empty," Kensi murmured more to herself than him as she leaned over Teague as gently and quietly as possible.

"Got the keys," she mumbled softly before straightening up, throwing one last cautious glance at the unconscious man at her feet before delving deeper into the alley where a white van soon came into view.

"Found the van, Sam – you and Callen got eyes on Teague's men?"

"Not yet, watch your back Kensi..." Sam cautioned.

"Picture yourself in a boat on the river..." Deeks drawl came over the com, his voice not entirely off-key as he hummed a semi-familiar song. She knew that it was his quirky way of reminding her that he had her back too.

"What are you singing?" Kensi asked as she approached the vehicle, stepping around to the back and unlocking the door.

"Oh come on Kens, don't tell me you don't know who The Beatles are..."

"Of course I do!" she hissed as she climbed up and into the back of the van, slipping the keys and syringe into her purse.

"Hey, you've never seen Raiders of the Last Ark so forgive me if I'm a little sceptical," Deeks retorted before softly singing, "with tangerine trees and marmalade skies..."

"Why the Beatles though?" she couldn't help but ask.

"Seriously Kens? Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds? Do you not know what that song's about?"

"Uh..."

"LSD!" Deeks exclaimed, sounding personally offended that she was unaware of this fact, "and what is one of the drugs that Teague and Daniels stole to try sell to Santos Diego tonight?"

Kensi rolled her eyes at his tone, smirking as he continued the verse, his soft voice reassuring (not that she'd dream of ever telling him that) as she fumbled around in the dark.

"Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly, a girl with kaleidoscope eyes..."

"Well, at least you're not singing Whenever I Call You Friend," she muttered as Deeks' chuckle sounded in her ear. Quickly, she shuffled further into the van – taking out the mini-flashlight from her purse and shining it down, it illuminating onto a large, square container at her feet.

"I think I've got something," she alerted the team as she picked the lock on the container and pulled up the hatch to reveal—

"Whoa..." she breathed as she glanced down at the multitude of what was a huge shipment of drugs, both in powder and liquid form.

Suddenly, large arms wrapped around Kensi from behind, one around her waist and the other around her neck, choking her, roughly dragging her backwards and out into the alley, her back flush up against their chest. The agent opened her mouth to try and call the distress word but before she could, a callused hand came up and covered her mouth. She could feel the presence of another person as she was shoved up against the van, her back hitting it hard, causing her to bounce off it and fall roughly to the ground – her purse flying out of her gasp, its contents spilling out into the alley.

"Kensi? Kensi!"

On her knees, Kensi heard Deeks call out to her over the coms, but she focused, head downward, on the feet of her assailant in large steel-toed boots as he approached her. When he got within one foot of her, she struck, swinging her leg at his ankle, knocking him off his feet. Having the advantage, she leapt up and kicked him in the stomach. The second assailant, a smaller man of similar appearance to Teague, leapt forward but Kensi was too quick for him – having retrieved her gun from her thigh holder and quickly pistol-whipped him. With him out-cold, Kensi turned her attention back to the first attacker, whirling around, fully prepared to shoot the bastard if he moved an inch when unexpectedly a sharp, burning pain stung her neck.

"KENSI!" Deeks' panicked voice reverberated deafeningly off the alley's narrow walls.

"Deeks..." Kensi breathed as her shook her head to try and clear the groggy feeling that was beginning to engulf her senses. Her world was tipping on its axis as her knees buckled and she stumbled back against the vehicle with a heavy smack. Slowly, she slid to the ground, her heart hammering in her ears, racing a mile a minute. In her bleary haze, she heard a scuffle, the grunting-sounds of two men locked in hand-to-hand combat. Suddenly, there was a gunshot followed by a loud thump like a large body falling to the ground.

The Special Agent fought to keep her eyes open, placing her left hand on her neck, over the puncture wound. Frantic footsteps raced closer and closer to her until a worried face swam in front of her eyes. Familiar bright blue orbs and a scuff of blonde hair morphed into coloured ink-blots as she blinked rapidly.

"Kensi...Kensi! Hey, stay with me..." a large, soft palm cupped her cheek, shaking her gently.

"Sam, Callen, Kensi's down! She's been injected with whatever was in that syringe, we gotta get her to a hospital now!" Deeks yelled frantically, bringing his right hand to cup Kensi's other cheek, holding her head steady, staring intently at her.

"Hey, hey Kens...look at me! Come on partner, come on, open your eyes, stay with me!"

But Kensi's eyelids felt like there was an anvil attached to them, her thoughts jumbling into incoherency and her head swimming, spinning around and around like she were on the tea-cups at a County Fair. She felt sick to her stomach but too weak to vomit so she succumbed to the darkness, it seeping in rapidly like dripping black paint, all while the panicked voice of her partner rang in her ears...

A/N: DUN DUN DUN! So, part II is up tomorrow where worried!Deeks continues and Kensi deals with the side-effects of being dosed.

Oh and I'm by no means a drug expert so everything about them I just researched through Google. Sorry if anything is inaccurate.

Please review =]

~Ck

NEXT CHAPTER TEASER:

"So...uh, you—you hear anything from the doctor?" he croaked, not able to look her in the eye.

"Well, being the emergency contact, I thought I was privy to such information so, imagine my surprise when a nurse told me to wait in here to be informed along with Miss Blye's...fiancé..." Hetty trailed off, fixing Deeks with one of her formidable stares.