A/N: Okay, thank you so much for the kind reviews. After this one more chapter! Then my "Short story" will be over. English is not my native language and I am dyslexic, so forgive me for any errors.
Disclaimer: I don't own these beauties of characters.
Kensi
Kensi had fired a single shot. When Callen came in, Kensi was sitting with her knee on Siderov's back, his hands pulled behind him. She looked up at him, her eyes looked like those of a trapped jungle cat. 'Don't let Michele or Nell come in here.' She ordered Callen. He only had to glance around to realize why. He moved out of the room again calling Eric to send three ambulances. Now. Kensi had shot Siderov in the shoulder. She shoved the latter into a wall and stumbled over to Deeks. He looked horrible. He had a fresh cut on his chest/shoulder, there was blood in his blond curls, his right eye was black and swollen, his lovely blouse was covered in blood, but his mouth and jaw were most certainly the worst. His jaw was so bruised it looked black, there was blood on his lips and she didn't even want to look at his teeth.
She had told Callen that he couldn't let Michele or Nell in, mostly because of the blood, at the chair Deeks most likely had been in. The way Sam looked was also a part of it. He was pale, sweating and seemingly unconscious. She quickly checked his pulse. It was steady and strong. She could already hear the sirens in the distance. Her fingers trembled as she tried to find a pulse on Deeks. She started to panic as she couldn't find one. She heard someone behind her she knew it were Callen and Michele, because she heard the woman's pleas to Sam and Callen kneeled down next to her. 'Callen.' She said, her voice cracking. 'Callen help me, I can't find a pulse. Please. Help me. Tell me.' Callen softly pulled her hand away. His fingers were steady as he put them against Deeks neck.
'Soft but steady.' Callen softly said to her. Kensi could hear Nells voice telling the EMT's where to go. Michele rushed out the door, she had now probably decided to keep Nell out as well. The EMT's came in. Three pair of them. 'Tell us what happened.' One of them said. Voice steady and professional. Callen looked up, his blue eyes cold. 'Take care of these two first.' He said, pointing to Sam and Deeks. 'This is LAPD detective Marty Deeks. He has been tortured and stabbed.' Kensi said monotone. 'That is special agent Sam Hanna, he was tortured by electrocution.' She didn't even look over to the EMT. 'That is the man responsible. Single gunshot to the shoulder. Broken nose.' The EMT's nodded and went to work. Callen pulled Kensi softly aside. She hadn't left Deeks side since she had cuffed Siderov and checked on Sam.
Callen
'How did Siderov get the broken nose.' Callen wondered softly. Kensi shrugged. 'I'm pretty sure Deeks head butted him in the face.' Kensi said emotionless. Callen looked at the scene around him for a moment. The blood in front of the chair Deeks had most likely been tied to, the car battery attached to Sam's chair. How had this op gone so wrong so quickly? Deeks and Sam were both taken out on stretchers. Siderov could have been left behind as far as he was concerned. The two officers were both unconscious, but they seemed stable. From the outside Deeks looked far worse than Sam. Callen was actually quite worried about Kensi. She seemed to have completely shut down. She was staring blankly ahead, sometimes cringing out of nowhere. She wondered to the chair that Deeks had been on. She picked up something from a table nearby. She muttered something, Callen was pretty sure it was Portuguese. 'What is it Kens?' he asked softly. The EMT's had told them they couldn't come with in the ambulance. Something about protocol, internal affairs. He wasn't paying attention. When Kensi didn't answer he walked towards her. She was holding a small industrial drill. There was blood all over it.
It took him a whole of two seconds to realize what it was. It had been the device used to torture Deeks. Kensi was wearing a thin leather glove on the hand she was holding it with. Something about grip on a new weapon. 'Put it down Kens.' He softly said to her. He was being extremely careful with her. She looked as if she was at breaking point. He'd never seen her like this before. So fragile and dangerous at the same time. 'Let's go to the hospital.' Well that got her to move. She put the drill down. Her hand shaking. Callen already had quite some respect for Deeks' undercover abilities, but his overall respect level of Deeks had just gone up a whole lot. Sure Callen had been punched and kicked to get info out of him. But this, drilling into your teeth, gums. That's sickening. Deeks had kept his mouth shut. Now that was something Callen had respect for. A lot.
They walked towards the SUV's Nell was already there. She looked slightly pale, and she'd only seen the two agents as they were rolled out on stretchers. It was a very good idea of Kens not to let Nell see the room. 'Are you okay Nell?' Callen asked being the strong team leader he was expected to be. She nodded weakly, but Callen could tell she was far from fine. Seeing these kind of things on a computer screen was very different form seeing these things for real. Nell quietly got into the back as Kensi, without even protesting, let Callen drive. That's when he knew there was most certainly something wrong with her. She was completely convinced of her own driving skills, and her not even making a sound, was not a good sign. Callen put his foot on the gas as he started to chase down the ambulances.
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