He finally reached Kensi's place a short while later. He parked his car out on the front curb to allow for easy access and quick departure—should he need it.
It was a new moon out, and everything seemed to be hidden from view behind a curtain of intense darkness. It made the property around Kensi's house look rather ominous to be honest, and it kind of made the hairs on the back of Deeks' neck stand on end when he looked up at it.
From the car he could see lights on in the front room of the house, but no visible movement. In the driveway he could just barely make out the silhouettes from two different cars—Kensi's SRX, and what looked like a tiny sports car.
I'll bet the little one is Rick's car.
He unbuckled his seatbelt, and dropped the cell phone he'd been holding down into the console. Kensi hadn't answered any of his calls and he was getting a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach that he just couldn't shake.
Just then, out of the corner of his eye, Deeks thought he saw movement up close to the house—and he didn't hesitate. He retrieved his Beretta from the glove compartment, and then exited the vehicle in a hurry.
"L.A.P.D., Freeze!" he yelled as he stepped out of the Malibu. He heard a car door slam, and Deeks instantly bolted towards the little sports car. A few seconds later the sound of an engine revving to life prompted a warning shot, placed just over the hood of the vehicle. "I said Freeze!" He yelled, still moving towards the tiny sports car.
Deeks jumped backwards as the sports car peeled down the driveway in a hurry. After righting himself, Deeks squeezed off a few rounds in the vehicle's direction—though he couldn't be certain whether any actually hit their mark.
Deeks swore out loud, as the tiny car quickly vanished into the night behind a semi-visible cloud of dust. "Shit!"
He didn't have time to stand around though. He needed to check on Kensi, and make sure that she was alright. He headed towards the house, and instantly noticed that the front door had been left standing open.
"Kensi!" He stepped through the front door into the front room of the house. His eyes darted around the room looking for any visible signs of life, as he shoved his Beretta down into the back of his jeans.
Immediately, he noticed the shattered coffee table at the center of the room, and then the blood stains that decorated many of the visible shards of glass. He felt his pulse quicken, and his mind begin to race as every worst-case scenario began to play out in his head.
"Kens, if you can here me—say something!" He moved through the living room, and entered the little hallway. He could see a light on in the bedroom, and his legs automatically began to pull him in that direction.
He pushed the bedroom door open, and as soon as his eyes fell upon the bed—he froze in his tracks. It was too horrible to look at, but at the same time his eyes were glued to the gruesome scene before him.
She was unconscious, and half-naked in a pool of her own blood. From where Deeks stood in the doorway she looked so pale and fragile—a shell of her former self.
The wind had been knocked completely out of his sails, and his legs felt weak and wobbly beneath him. It seemed to take every ounce of strength he had in his body, but he finally willed himself to move forward.
Up close he could see that bruises and incisions that still oozed red now marred the exposed flesh, which had once been silky-smooth. It made him sick to his stomach to see Kensi this way—exposed and vulnerable.
She didn't appear to be breathing, but Deeks knew he needed to check for a pulse anyway. Oh God—please let her still be alive. He pressed two fingers into the underside of her throat, and it took a second but he finally found it. It felt very weak though. Then, just as quickly as he'd found it—it was gone.
"No. Damnit—Kensi!" Deeks quickly pulled himself up onto the bed, and immediately began doing CPR. "Don't you dare give up on me!" he yelled. There was panic in his voice—he could hear it plain as day.
After a few minutes of working on his partner he finally succeeded. Her pulse was still very weak, but at least it was something. He hopped off of the bed, and quickly wrapped Kensi tightly in the sheet that she was laying on. "Hang in there, Fern." He whispered, as he scooped her up and carried her from the room. "Just hang in there."
They arrived at the Hospital a little later, and Deeks had to push through a crowd of people as he carried his partner in through the emergency entrance. "Help, I need a Doctor!" Deeks bellowed, as he pushed his way into the building. "Hey, you can't come through here." A redheaded nurse protested, as the shaggy-haired detective passed by her station.
The area just inside the building was noisy and crowded. An ambulance was busily unloading two new patients of its own, and their seemed to be an abundance of nurses and doctors responding to the emergency.
A tall man stepped forward, and waved to the redheaded nurse that it was okay. He was a middle-aged looking man in a white lab coat. He sported wire-rim glasses and a silvery-mustache, and the hair on his head was also starting to turn a grayish color as well. The older man held up a hand to stop Deeks from going any further. "Son, I'm sorry. I'm afraid you're gonna have to-"
"You have to help me." Deeks blurted out while panting heavily—beads of sweat running down his forehead. He lifted Kensi's body up a little bit for the man in the white coat to see. "She's already lost a lot of blood, please!" He nearly begged.
He took a closer look at the woman that Deeks was carrying in his muscular arms. The gray-haired Doctor's eyes widened in horror at what he saw, and he quickly motioned for Deeks to follow him down an adjacent hallway.
"Gretchen!" the gray-haired doctor called to the redheaded nurse who was now following behind the two men. "Page Doctor Sykes and have him meet me in the O.R.—now!"
"Y-Yes sir." The redheaded nurse replied. She turned quickly, and headed back out to her station to make the call.
"What's her blood type?" the gray-haired doctor asked, as he led Deeks down to the hallway to a prep room.
Deeks had to think a minute about that one, but then it finally came to him. "AB Negative." He remembered Kensi telling him that one time, a while back. He was glad that he hadn't forgotten.
He watched in silence as Kensi was eventually taken from his arms, and moved onto an empty gurney where the gray-haired Doctor and two other nurses began to work feverishly over her.
Soon another Doctor joined the team in the little prep room, and Deeks could only look on as they continued to work on Kensi—getting her ready for the emergency surgery to come.
The shaggy-haired liaison officer stood alone outside the O.R. a short while later. He wished like hell that he could be in there with her, but the doctors and nurses would never allow it—not in a million years.
He guessed that there was nothing else he could do at that point except make a phone call. He fished his cell phone out of his pants pocket, and quietly dialed Hetty's cell number. As he pressed each individual number he took deep breaths, in and out, trying to steady his nerves before hitting the send button.
He waited with trembling hands, and listened for his boss to pick up. She finally did answer on the third ring. "Mr. Deeks, you had better have a damn good reason for interrupting my late night Tai-Chi session." Came the voice of the tiny woman over the line. She sounded kind of annoyed.
Deeks sucked in one, last deep breath to calm himself before he spoke.
"I-I'm sorry Hetty." He apologized. His voice was shaky with emotion, and the sound of it unnerved Hetty. "I think you should come down to the hospital. Kensi's in real bad shape—the doctor's are saying-" he suddenly couldn't go any further. There was just no way he could say the words. That would only make them real, and he wasn't sure his heart could handle that kind of reality.
"Say no more, Mr. Deeks. I'll contact the others, and be on my way shortly—just hang in there."
Deeks closed his phone after the call ended.
He found himself sinking back against the nearby wall until he finally hit the floor. His whole world seemed to be crashing down around him in that moment, and he fought like crazy to keep from completely losing it as he sat there on the floor.
He finally gave up and let the tears just come. His body was wracked by miserable sobs as he sat helplessly thinking about his partner in the next room—fighting for her life.