A/N: Last chapter! I'm pretty happy about how this turned out. I have been working on a story about these two, about a month or two after the season finale.

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: LA

Kensi was sitting in the waiting room. Hetty had ordered her to leave and let the doctor do his job. Deeks had been given a sedation so he would hear of feel a thing of the drill. Kensi was fuming and at the same time terrified. It was a strange combination. She thought about the horrified look in his eyes. The pure terror. It was heart-breaking and infuriating. That's exactly how she felt. Heart-broken and furious. How would he ever be the same after this? How would he ever become her Deeks again? Her partner? Her friend? She had been told that Sam had some internal burns from the electricity his body had been exposed to, but he was going to be fine. The burns would heal soon enough.

Deeks had been stitched up, his shoulder needing several stitches. His teeth had been repaired as best as they could, one tooth wasn't saveable anymore. They had immediately replaced it by a fake one. They had done this all in one go, they "figured it was best to leave his mouth alone after that". No shit Sherlock. Callen came from the cafeteria. He was holding two cups of coffee. Hetty had forced Nell and Eric to go home, have some sleep. The two had been working for almost twelve hours straight. She had tried to get Kensi and Callen to go home as well. They hadn't gone of course. She took the cup from Callen. 'Thanks.' She said, taking the bitter and awfully tasting fluid. The hospital coffee was really gross. Kensi leaned back in the uncomfortable plastic chair, her head against the wall, eyes closed. The door opened.

'Miss Blye? Mister Callen?' a voice came. The two agents immediately jumped up. Not caring that Kensi hit her head against the wall and Callen got some of the hot coffee on his hand in their hurry to get up. There was a young nurse, tall, blonde, pretty. Kensi registered automatically. You can't just turn the agent off.

'Yes?' Callen said. His jaw was tight. Callen was normally a master of emotions. Hiding them, pretending. But not now, not with his partner in the hospital. Hell with half his team in the hospital. Kensi knew Callen hated hospitals. All men seemed too. Not that she was a huge fan of them, but she didn't seem to hate them as much as the guys.

'Mister Hanna is allowed to have visitors, he is not allowed to talk yet due to the internal burns, but you can see him if you want.' The nurse told them. Callen sighed, letting the breath he had been holding escape. But Kensi wasn't happy yet.

'What about Deeks? How is he?' She asked, cursing her voice for the slight tremble in it. She was supposed to be Bad Ass Blye. No weakness. No crying. Anger, okay, no fear, no tears. The nurse gave her a quick look over. She was now wearing Deeks' LAPD shirt, it was too big for her, but it had been in Deeks' go bag that Nell had picked up. For when he could go home, the tiny analyst had stubbornly told her. Not if, when. Luckily Deeks had two shirts in there because in her hurry Nell had forgotten a shirt for Kensi's ruined, bloody one.

'Mister Deeks is doing well. His vitals are good, the anaesthesia should wear of soon.' The nurse told her. Kensi couldn't help the sigh of relieve as the nurse told her the news.

'Can I see him?' She asked, frowning when she hear the almost pleading tone in her voice. Sure she wasn't Callen, but she normally had a little more self-control than this. The nurse nodded.

'Yes, you can wait with him until he wakes up, I understood from the doctor that you'll be able to calm him down if he panics again.' The nurse told her. Kensi gave her a quick smile and followed the nurse as Callen quickly pulled out his phone, probably to inform Michele, Hetty, Eric and Nell. He would most likely send the last two he send a text, not wanting to wake them up if they had been asleep. Which Kensi highly doubted. The two had been running on coffee and energy drinks for almost twelve hours. The nurse took her to a room. She opened the door for her. Kensi passed the two LAPD officers outside the door. They were taking absolutely no risks, so Sam and Deeks both had protective details.

She stopped just after she entered the room. Deeks was lying in bed, eyes closed, peaceful look on his face. His jaw didn't look much better from the outside, but she had been told the inside looked much better now. He had a black eye, he was shirtless, a bandage around his shoulder. A heartbeat monitor beeping in a calm pace. She walked over to him. His blonde curls were still the same. She took his hand carefully. Still warm, still Deeks. She pulled one of those cursed plastic chairs towards the bed. 'Hey Marty.' She whispered. She knew he would wake up soon and it was no use talking to an unconscious person. She swallowed. This reminded her strongly of the time he was shot, and it was not a happy memory.

She sat there, about five minutes passed, but it seemed like an hour. The heart monitor speeding up its beeps was her first clue. The second came pretty quick after that. His hand, that she was still holding tightened around hers. He shuffled slightly in the bed and Kensi quickly pressed the call button, knowing a doctor should know he was waking up. 'Marty? It's me Kensi, I'm here, it's okay.' She felt the need to reassure him. The blonde nurse came in, took one look at Deeks and walked back out. She came back with a doctor. Deeks opened his eyes in a snap, his heartbeat sped up further. She kept holding his hand. 'Deeks, Marty, it's okay, you're in the hospital. You're okay.' Kensi told him quickly.

The doctor checked him quickly. 'Miss Blye is right Marty. You're in the hospital, calm down. Take a deep breath please, try and calm your heartbeat down.' The doctor told him speaking in a professional reassuring voice. Slowly his heartbeat dropped to a normal level. Deeks turned his head to look at Kensi. She hadn't moved or spoken, letting him concentrate on his heartbeat. His eyes were still the same blue, like the ocean, the sky. The usual sparkle was not there though. He carefully reached up to his head. Touching his black eye. He frowned.

'I guess I'm lucky purple is a good colour on me.' He said softly, his voice rough. Kensi couldn't help but laugh. Even after what he went through, he still made her laugh. She smiled at him.

'Hey idiot. You're awake.'

'I promised you didn't I?' he softly said. She swallowed. 'I kept my promise.' He muttered to her. Softly squeezing her hand. She didn't care the least bit about what this looked like. The doctor had left them alone.

'Yeah, but you almost didn't.' She couldn't stop the emotions from flowing into her voice.

'Don't worry.' He muttered, his eyes dropping close again, falling back asleep. 'I'm usually about to die.'

A/N: That's it people. The end, Deeks awake, Sam awake, Kensi happy. Leave me a review! Thanks for reading!