A/N: Okay. Now a chapter from Kensi's POV. She wants her partner back. I'm not sure if I like the way this is turning out, but I'll just go and see how I continue. Kensi to the rescue.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: LA
Kensi paced up and down ops. She had just managed to pull Michele up after putting two bullets in the Russian girl when her phone had gone off. It was Hetty. She knew it was bad news when Hetty asked her to stay calm before telling her what happened. Lost contact. That was the official statement. But all of them knew what happened. Sam had been made by Janvier, Deeks had gone in to help him after Sam had been thrown in the pool, most likely with a briefcase of gold handcuffed to his wrist. Then contact was also lost with Deeks. After a SWAT team had checked the house and concluded the two police officers were both gone Kensi and Callen had looked around to see if they could figure out more about what happened.
They had made quite a good picture of what happened. Deeks had jumped in the pool to get Sam out, somehow he had gotten the keys. Because the handcuffs were found on the bottom with the keys. Deeks had somehow managed to get Sam out of the pool, which was quite impressive considering Sam's size compared to Deeks'. Then there's no other option then that they were captured and taken somewhere else. And now they had no idea where they were. Five hours. Five hours since last contact. Do you know how much can happen to someone in five hours? How far you can be taken in five hours?
She felt useless. She wanted to be out there turning over every rock until she found him. She wanted to punch the living hell out of Janvier for putting her partner and Sam in danger. She wanted to see Deeks' smirk when he told her she wasn't getting rid of him that easily. She wanted to punch him in the arm for scaring her like this. She wanted him to make some perverted remark. She wanted him to keep his god damn promise. If he died. She wouldn't know what she would do. Probably first of all put a bullet in the guy responsible, unless Callen beat her to it. No. He wasn't going to die. He's a fighter, yeah you wouldn't say so with that innocent face, but he really is. She knew why girls always seemed to turn into bimbo's around him. He was tall, tanned, muscular. His lovely blond curls and blue eyes, easy smile and sharp tongue.
She can't lose another partner. After Dom died it took her a while to get used to Deeks. The two were so completely different. Where Dom had looked up to her and treated her almost like a superior. He respected her. Deeks on the other hand constantly challenged the way she did things, constantly challenged her. Constantly joking, flirting, teasing. If she had to get used to another partner again. She would go crazy. Plus Deeks had become more to her than a partner. How much more, she hadn't figured out yet. He was most certainly one of her best friends. He could make her laugh when she thought no one could. When she had gone slightly rouge, he'd tracked her down and he helped her, even though that could've cost him his job.
'Guys.' Eric remarked and the heads of two pacing agents shot up. 'What Eric.' Callen demanded. 'I may have found something.' Eric paused but quickly continued after looking at Callens face. 'Two of Ciderovs men have been outside this warehouse for hours. Camera footage shows a van coming in about five hours ago. They haven't left since.' Their slightly nerdy technical analyst had told them. 'Address Eric.' Kensi demanded. 'Sending it to your phones.' Nell had been gearing up to go into the field, Michele had been checked out by the EMT's and was now talking to Hetty. That conversation was quickly ended when Callen told Hetty about the recent developments. Hetty told Callen to pack the new assault rifles and bulletproof vests. The last thing she added was: 'Mister Callen, Miss Blye, Hanna and Jones. Find our men, get them back. And if you find the guys who are responsible for this. Put a bullet in them.' Four grim faces nodded and ran to two SUV's. Kensi and Nell jumped in one, Callen and Michele in the other. Kensi let the tires screech as she followed Callen out of the NCIS parking garage.
She could feel Nell look at her. She looked at the tiny technical analyst. 'Are you okay Nell?' she asked. Her voice cracked slightly. She was going to get her partner back. 'Yeah I'm fine.' Nell told her. Despite not really paying attention, Kensi could hear the lie in her words. She looked over at Nell. She gave in. 'Fine, I'm nervous.' Nell swallowed. 'Don't worry Nell, me too.' That was actually a lie. Kensi wasn't nervous, she was terrified. For Deeks, for Sam. For Nell and Michele, both not used to working with her and Callen. She had to admit. She was even felt slightly sorry for Siderov's men, that they were racing towards. They were about to meet two very angry woman coming to get back their men. Their men, no not in that way. Although after their "communication" argument had gotten out of hand a bit that morning she had no clue anymore. All she wanted was her partner back. Now. Callen turned into a sandy dust road. Kensi could already see the warehouse up ahead. She wanted to go faster but she was already pushing the car to a limit.
A/N: Tell me what you think!