A/N: MK clearly I've been a lazy shit by not writing for months. I had writer's block. Bull shit, I know, but I really did! Anyway, YOU ARE ALL SO NICE! Thank you for your reviews you made me so happy! Not sure if I should start talking about my week but I'm sure you guys don't care. Just had a dream where Kensi and Deeks fell asleep on his couch and she is sleeping on his chest and his arms are around. Dying of cuteness.
Pm me if you want to talk about your week. I don't mind.
Disclaimer: see I feel like one of the few people who don't want the rights to NCIS:LA. Is that weird? I think they are doing fabulously with the show. I just wanted to write another episode. The only difference to the show I'd make is by now Kensi and Deeks would secretly be having sex (Yes I am 14, but I hang out with guys all day. My mind's always in the gutter) and trying to hide it from the others. Much like this story. Btw this may be short. Again I don't know. (LOL just shuffled my Ipod and come what may came on!)
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Kensi's head pounded. She was bruised, battered and cold but she was fine. She had to be. She was stubborn. At least, according to everyone she knows. She could walk and run just fine. She ran around her room to find out. The burly man at the door gave her strange looks but she didn't care. She could run. That's all that matters.
She hadn't been raped yet. José took a beating if he came near her. Kensi laughed at the memory of him sitting on his ass looking shocked, his many men outside to give him privacy. Sure that was one of her worst beatings but it was worth it. She belonged to Deeks. He was the first in forever to get to a second date. She wasn't giving up.
She heard gunshots and crashes, but that wasn't new. Fights broke out constantly. The man at her door grabbed his gun and left the room, standing outside her room waving the gun from left to right wildly, until a gun shot fired and he dropped. Kensi got up and ran. Who cares if it was dangerous. She ran past a body on the ground but something grabbed her ankle and she slammed into the ground.
She flipped to see a bloody José, grinning at her like a madman. He went to speak but she slammed her foot into his face, so hard that he let go and also fractured some bones. She got up and hobbled to the open door when she heard a gunshot. She stopped, waiting for the blinding pain to follow but was confused when she only felt pain in her foot. She turned to a dead José on the ground and ran like hell. Out the door and straight into Sam.
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The rest of the evening was a blur. An Ambulance took her to the hospital where she fought with the doctors about staying overnight, until Callen convinced her otherwise. Deeks held her hand the entire time, refusing to let go.
Now she was sleeping quietly. It always amazed Deeks about how harmless she looked when she was sleeping. Like she was a normal, non-deadly girl who has a good job and a pet cat. Not the kick-ass federal agent who would punch his arm out of annoyance and then kiss him for being cute, who has major issues and can beat up almost every man on this planet
She sighed in her sleep, a frown creasing her forehead. Deeks smoothed them out lightly and smiled when she relaxed and opened her eyes sleepily.
'Hey.'
'Hi...' she whispered. Deeks gave her a cup of water and she took a sip. He would have held it for her and given he a straw but yesterday she fought with the nurse over something as simple as that and Deeks didn't want a repeat performance.
'So what is the full injury report?' she asked, attempting to sit up.
'Two broken ribs, a fractured ankle and left wrist and the rest are painful bruises and soft tissue injuries.' Deeks spoke while giving her an extra pillow.
'Ah good, Miss Blye is awake again. How are you feeling?' said Hetty, while the other two jumped at the sudden entrance. 'Like I've been hit by a train. Which I probably have. I passed out at some point.' Kensi said bitterly, wincing as she leant forward, causing concern to grace Deeks' features, replacing the relief etched on his face.
'Good. I see Mr Deeks and the nurses have been looking after you well. I'll see what I can do about a few containers each of Jello. We don't want you getting worked up over Mr Deeks eating yours, do we.' Deeks just smirked at her.
'Shut up you.' She replied, tossing a towel that was next to her at him. The bickering started up again and Hetty left quietly.
She walked away smiling, knowing that even with a job like this, love can be found. And she wasn't the type to prevent it.
'You were right.' The tiny woman said. 'I'm not going to take away their happiness but this doesn't give you bragging rights.'
'Hetty? Who are you talking to?' She turned to see G looking confused.
'An old friend, Mr Callen. A dear old friend.'
G watched her walk away, still confused. But before she turned the corner, she paused and looked at him.
'I owe a man a great debt. And unfortunately his idea of payment is to never leave me. I am never alone Mr Callen. And neither are you.'
And with that she nodded at him and left.
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And that was the weird conclusion to my story.
Good day.
