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(Day 6)

Kensi walked along the hall to go visit Deeks after a day of work. She was not just going to visit; she was going to stay for the night, like she had stayed for the last six days. She created a routine. After work she would drive to the hospital, sank on the chair and fall asleep. By the morning, as soon as the first sun rays beat the window, she put a kiss on his forehead and one on his cheek, stroking it while whispering "I'll be back in the evening.". Then she leaves to the Ops center, picking up a donut and a coffee cup in the way.

Going back to work only made worst for Kensi. She keeps professional during work but she can't deny the worry, the tiredness and the weakness that overwhelms her body. In a week, she barely ate and she drugged herself with caffeine to stay awake. She's pale and weak, fragile by back pain and lack of sleep. Her eyes are surrounded by dark circles and she doesn't even remember going home in six days.

When Kensi entered the room, she was puzzled. He was still breathing aided by the respirator. Dr. Harrison was walking to the room, so Kensi didn't close the door.

"Weren't you taking the respirator today?"

"We attempted." He answered, slipping the hands inside the white coat pockets. "The wound seemed healed enough, but only a few minutes after we took the respirator he had a cardiac arrest caused by a respiratory failure." The two put the eyes over Deeks after that, being in silence for a while. "We lost him for a couple minutes there."

Tears got to Kensi's eyes but she repressed them. "Will he have sequels?"

"His brain and his body were deprived of oxygen quite a while. We did scans and MRI's and we didn't find anything. We'll obviously only have definitive answers when he awakes up, but we believe there's nothing to be worried about."

"Is it normal…" Kensi sighed deeply, gathering up some breathe to continue the question. "that he can't breathe on his own? Or that he doesn't awake up from the coma?"

Dr. Harrison was used to those kinds of questions. He was used to deal with families for days, for some even months. Even if he didn't want he always ended up bonding with his patient's families or friends, supporting them through those difficult days. "It was a very sensitive operation and people react in different ways…I cannot precise when he's going to react, but don't lose faith."

"I know, doc, but…"

"I have to do my shift, but I'll be back by the morning." He smiled at her. "Maybe then I can tell you something more."

"Thank you." She said, closing the door and taking her seat on the chair. "You're being like a sissy little girl." She grabbed his hand, mumbling, waiting for his answer. She couldn't remember the sound of his voice anymore, she couldn't remember them bickering.

She cried when she came to herself. He was not going to answer or move.

"Look at me!" She yelled. "God, drive me crazy, talk, tease me…bug me. Be Deeks…Awake up…" She then broke down and cracked a laugh. "You just like to see me going all crazy. I'm talking to a guy on a coma. Have you thought of how demented I feel? You make me cry, yell, laugh…I'm going insane, Deeks." Her voice was taken by emotion again. "I need you. To be sane, to be okay. I need you more than I ever thought I would…I can't eat, I can't sleep, I'm worried, I'm broke…I just need you." Now that she had put it all out, she felt relieved. She stripped out the coat and put a kiss on his head. She sat back on her chair as comfortable as she could and covered herself in her own jacket.

Kensi didn't have time to close the eyes. Someone knocked lightly on the door and then entered. It was Sam. "I'm here to pick you up for a beer."

"I'm not in the mood, Sam." She answered, sitting correctly on the chair.

"G's outside waiting, and he's paying." He looked at her concerned and looked at Deeks as well. "Come on. You've been stuck here for days. It's no good for you."

"If was Callen in this situation, would you leave his side?"

Sam got caught. He didn't know what to answer, because just like Kensi was trying to prove him, Sam would do the same thing if he was in her shoes. "You need to decompress, go home at least for tonight."

"Okay," She got up and dressed up the jacket. "let's get a beer. But then drop me off at his house. I need to check on Monty."

Sam agreed, even knowing that that would only make Kensi worst. She'd be among his stuff, on his house, without him being there, but at least she'd be better than she'd be shrunken on that chair next to his bed. Kensi felt better after being that time with Sam and Callen, being later joined by Eric and Nell as well. She put her head away from any problem and had a good time. Worst was really when Callen left her outside Deeks' house. She had never been there before, but she found a way to get in. She knew him so well to guess that would be a spare key under the vase next to the door.

The sound of the key turning in the lock echoed through the empty house. Monty barked and ran to the door, hearing the noise as she closed the door behind her and lit up the room. "Hi, boy." Monty wagged his tail, seeing Kensi and jumped to her legs in happiness. Kensi walked straight to the kitchen, crossing the living room without even taking a good look at the division. She saw the dog's bowl on the floor and he scraped the inside of it with his paw, asking for food. "You gonna have to tell me where the food is, 'cause I don't know."

Obviously the dog didn't understand what she said and she searched into the cupboard, but she didn't find anything. She looked inside the fridge and there wasn't anything to eat as well. "You'll make me order in some food to give the leftovers, won't you?" The dog whimpered and laid the head over the forepaws. She looked into the poor little thing's eyes and saw he was hungry. She had to admit she was starving too. She ordered in a burger and grabbed a beer from the fridge. Kensi sat on the couch, eating and giving small bits of the meat to the dog while watching TV. When both soothed the stomach with food, Monty laid the head over her leg as she was rubbing his ears.

All of the sudden, the dog got up and walked away. Kensi turned off the TV and decided to get some sleep. She just needed something else to cuddle, since the dog had walk away. She lied over the couch, snuggling a pillow under her chin, confirming Sam's theory that being among Deeks' stuff would make it worst for Kensi. The pillow was imbued in his cologne and her temptation was to close her eyes. She felt like she was holding tight to his chest. Then she started to uncover feelings she never thought she had been smothering.

Kensi didn't know what all that meant. She was being crushed with feelings every day, and she was losing her way. She was losing control. In six days, she had kissed his face more times than in three years, which had been none. Kensi just couldn't leave in the morning without putting a kiss on him, without needlessly telling him that she'd be back. She hadn't leave his side in six days, being there holding his hand. She had faith on him awaking up. Faith and love. Maybe not love on its full meaning, but something was there…all the time.

By the morning Kensi arrived the hospital just in time to Dr. Harrison's morning shift. A nurse helped him retrying to take the respirator of Deeks. Love, faith, fate, medical explanation, whatever it was, it worked; Deeks held up and gave his first breathe unaided. Maybe it was the fact that Kensi was there, holding his hand, whispering. "You better be like this when I visit you tonight…Loosing you is not an option to me, Deeks. I'm not giving up on faith, and I know you not gonna give up on me, so just get healed." She then put a kiss on the corner of his lips and left for work.

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