Title : Cure for the soul.
By : GirlOfSpring
Pairing : Nell/Callen
Summary: It all started with a certain intelligence analyst who needed her music and a certain special agent who was disturbed by the noise. A Nallen story
Disclaimer : Don't own, don't own, don't own.
Note: So, once again a new chapter! Yes, I know I have gotten slower with my updates, but in my defense: the chapters do get longer. This chapter is also different because it features some hinted Densi-parts.
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~~~|G|O|S|~~~
The phone rang.
Nell looked up from her screen. It was the phone on Eric's desk and she watched as her partner reached for it to answer the call. In the meanwhile, she turned back to her screen and continued looking into everything she had seen twice already. She just hoped there would be another clue that could help her somehow.
"What?"
Eric was typing furiously on his keyboard.
"Ambulance is on its way Deeks, they are four minutes out."
Nell looked up again from her screen. Something was different. They had been asked more often than not to send in an ambulance. . It might have been Eric's surprised exclamation, but something was different.
Eric's face scrunched up in irritation as Deeks said something on the other side of the line.
"They can't fly Deeks, you know that. Just hold on and keep her alive."
Eric hung up before he quickly went with his fingers through his blond hair a few times.
"Kensi has been shot." He finally said, clarifying the phone call.
"I have to go and tell Hetty, I'll be right back." Without another word, Eric got up and left the command centre.
Nell stayed behind, alone, still staring at the place her partner had been standing a few seconds ago. Kensi had been shot? She bit her lip and turned around again, her thoughts suddenly clouded with worry.
She and Kensi were the only women on the team, next to Hetty. They had gone out a few times and Nell had unexpectedly found a friend in the tough special agent. They were so different in a lot of aspects and if they wouldn't be working together, they wouldn't even look twice at the other. It was as simple as that. And now her new-found friend had been shot.
Nell cursed slightly between her lips and pushed back a strand of hair that was obscuring her view. She just hoped Kensi would be alright, but in their line of work it wasn't always a given.
Nell sighed and shook her head, but her thoughts were interrupted when the phone rang again. She looked up to the machine before glancing to the doors. Eric was still gone and she quickly stood up and walked to his desk. In a swift move she sat down and pressed the button to answer the call.
"Eric, we are going to need another ambulance!"
It was Sam's voice, sounding stressed and frustrated and maybe, if Nell wasn't mistaken, she could hear a bit of fear as well. She started typing on the keyboard to get what he had asked for and could read the time it would need to arrive.
"Sam, it's going to be four minutes, you hear me?"
For a second long there was silence and then she heard him again.
"Damn it G, don't you dare passing out on me!"
Her heart fell when she heard these words. G? He had been hurt? In the background she could hear the sirens of the first ambulance that had arrived and the sound of people shouting at each other.
"Sam!"
She got no answer and started biting her lip again while her heart was thudding in her chest. What was happening? The only thing she could hear were heavy footsteps and muffled voices, all covered by the ambulance in the background.
"No, he's dead. At the back we have an agent down, she has been shot twice."
Sam sounded as if he would punch somebody if it would take any longer. Nell grimaced at the irony. They would need another ambulance to help the ambulance workers, that wouldn't be very useful.
"Nell?"
She jumped up when Sam's voice was suddenly loud and clear again.
"Sam! What happened!"
"Kensi has been shot and G got beat up and stabbed.."
Nell gasped slightly, her hand pressed to her open mouth. Shot, beat up and stabbed.
For a split second she saw G's face, she could imagine every small detail, every small stubble that would sometimes grace his cheek and every hue of fiery blue that was in his eyes. He always seemed so strong, so.. invincible and yet he was somewhere in Los Angeles right now, getting help for his injuries.
Nell got ripped away from her thoughts when Sam spoke up just a second later.
"Nell, I got to go. I killed Russell Demay, the other two got away."
She nodded slightly at his words, before realizing only a moment later that he really couldn't see her.
"Yes, I'll send in a team to the crime scene." She said softly.
"Thanks."
With that last word, the line went dead. Nell kept staring in front of her, before slightly shaking herself awake.
She wouldn't be of any use to G and Kensi if she would keep doing like this. She got up again and walked to her own computer again. She would have to start working so they could track them, even if they didn't have any information on them yet.
Behind her, the doors slid open again and she turned around.
Eric and Hetty came in, talking quietly.
She would have to tell them what happened.
Nell coughed softly to get their attention and saw them look up.
"Sam called for another ambulance, G got beat up and stabbed." She said, her voice a bit shakier than she would have liked.
Her words were met by stunned silence.
~~~|G|O|S|~~~
Marty Deeks was worrying.
He couldn't believe he had let this happen to his partner. He should have had her back. Or, in this case, her front. They had gone for the back of the house in case the brothers would try and make a run for it so they could catch them.
" 20 bucks says that they are going to run for it." Deeks said, grinning sideways to his partner.
It was a given that she rolled her eyes before taking out her gun and steadying it in her hands.
"I am not-" She was interrupted when the back door flew open and Nicholas Demay and Jason O'Dowd came running out.
In the split second it took them to get their thoughts straight, they became the cop and agent they were trained to be. Deeks stepped to the side, away from the cover he had from a tree.
"LAPD! Show me your hands!"
His words had little effect on the two men, who simultaneously dove behind a huge barbeque standing next to the back door.
"Why don't these people ever listen" he grunted after throwing himself back behind the tree when he saw the muzzle of a gun come up behind their improvised shield.
Bullets flew around their heads, hitting more air than actual resistance. Yet, some of them hit home and blew scraps of wood everywhere.
Deeks pressed his back against the tree, his gun in both his hands and for a few seconds he took some deep breaths to steady himself. The flying bullets had put him on adrenaline, but if he wouldn't concentrate and use this to his advantage, he would be done for it.
Behind the tree next to him he saw his partner, standing much in the same pose as he was.
For a second, he let his eyes travel down her face.
Her different eyes were lit up with the same adrenaline rush he was feeling and she seemed to almost glow. Perfect, rosy lips were lifted up in a small smile and she turned her head so she could look at him. Her dark hair that had been pulled up in a messy ponytail was messier than ever because of the small strands that got pulled out by small branches.
She was breathtaking.
She smiled at him, before pointing to him and then to his left before pointing at herself and then to the right.
Deeks nodded, winked and then stepped to the left, looking for more cover so he could circle around unnoticed.
She was breathtaking and he would be damned if he would let something happen to her.
"Marty, are you okay?"
Slowly, he looked up and saw their petite intelligence analyst standing in front of him with flowers in her hand.
~~~|G|O|S|~~~
He looked terrible. Nell sighed when she finally got an answer out of their LAPD liaison. He had been staring at the wall in front of him, slumped down in his hospital seat.
"Yeah, I am fine."
He had been sitting there ever since they had brought Kensi into the hospital, before rushing her into operation so they could take out the bullet and sew her up.
According to the doctor, the bullet hadn't left any permanent damage and that she would be perfectly fine, but Deeks still looked as if she was dancing on the cliff which was death.
Nell sighed and slumped down next to him. They were still waiting for new information on G. He had been brought in a few minutes after Kensi, but he seemed definitely to be in a worse state than their female agent.
The stab wound and the beating had caused one of his lungs to collapse and he had a few cracked ribs.
"Kensi is going to be fine." She said softly, trying to give Deeks some comfort.
He didn't seem to hear her. He had gone back to staring at the wall in front of him and she could read the guild in his eyes.
~~~|G|O|S|~~~
He was still diving to the left, before rolling up behind a new tree. His new position had brought him a bit further away from the men they were trying to catch, but Kensi would draw them out and he would go ahead and take them down.
They had done this hundreds of times.
He was just turning around, stepping forwards to reveal himself, when he heard gunshots.
He was too far away to do something, but he could see everything clearly unfold in front of him.
In the two seconds they had needed to take their new places, the two men had grabbed their chances and they bolted from behind the barbeque.
Kensi pulled the trigger but missed them, putting a bullet in the wall of the house.
The next second Nick Demay was holding his gun and pointed it at his partner, who had stepped into view to have a clear shot.
She tried to reel back, but a gun will always be faster than a human being.
It seemed to be happening in slow motion.
The gun fired and Deeks saw how Kensi's face turned determined and tough to one of utter shock and confusion.
She managed to pull the trigger of her gun one last time, taking Nick Demay in the shoulder, before letting the weapon fall from her fingers.
"No!"
Without thinking about it, Deeks lunged forwards. He ran across the small field, not even paying attention to the two crooks anymore.
All he could think about was Kensi.
A circle of red had appeared on her green cardigan, getting bigger and bigger as his partner kept losing blood.
He holstered his gun and crossed the field. Demay and O'Dowd disappeared between the trees, seeing a chance to escape when it presented itself.
Deeks sunk to his knees next to Kensi.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god. Just, let's keep the pressure on this.."
He pulled of his shirt and bundled it up in a ball before pressing it against the wound in her stomach. He looked up at her face, seeing the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen glance up at him.
"It's just a bullet.; Your survived it when you got shot, so I should definitely make it."
She smiled weakly before her eyelids started to flutter.
"It does fucking hurt.."
He pulled out his cell phone and called Eric.
"Eric! Kensi has been shot."
"What?"
"We need an ambulance."
"Ambulance is on its way Deeks, they are four minutes out."
Deeks cursed as he saw that Kensi was losing more and more blood.
"Damn it Eric, that's not fast enough!"
"They can't fly Deeks, you know that. Just hold on and keep her alive."
He hung up again and put both his hands on the bundle that was his shirt to put more pressure on the wound.
"Deeks!"
Sam came running through the back door and came to a halt next to him.
"I've got this. Demay and O'Dowd got away."
The two men stared at each other for a brief second until the silence was interrupted by something crashing inside the house.
Without saying another word, Sam turned and ran back inside, gun in his hand.
Deeks turned back to Kensi.
She was fighting to keep her eyes open, he could see it. And it was getting more and more difficult for her every second that passed. Damn where was that ambulance.
"Come on Kens, you can do this. Just keep fighting, help is almost here."
He got a weak smile from his partner and one of her hands came up before resting on his own, red with her blood from the shirt he was holding.
"I am not going anywhere."
~~~|G|O|S|~~~
Nell looked around. She was still sitting next to Deeks, who was still stuck in his own world. Eric hadn't come, he was still at the command centre. They had gotten a call from the second team Nell had sent in and with their information they had started tracking the two brothers.
Demay had been shot as well. They didn't know how severe his wound was, but they were keeping an eye on the hospitals to be sure anyway.
On the traffic cams in the surrounding areas they hadn't immediately got a hit, but after running some software, they had found the two brothers on the street two blocks further.
So close and yet they escaped. They had disappeared again in the woods and had yet to be found.
It was frustrating, really.
After a while, Nell just couldn't concentrate anymore. They had only heard what she knew now and it was slowly driving her insane with worry. Kensi should be fine, as the doctors had told them, but it was G she was thinking about.
The only news they had heard, wasn't that optimistic and she kept imagining the worst-case scenarios. He might not recover or get some terrible condition, or he might just die in the end.
When her shift finally ended, she quickly made a run to a store and bought some flowers and card.
The flowers she was going to give to Kensi, obviously, but the card she had bought for G. When she arrived at the hospital, she soon found Sam and Deeks, waiting together in one of the smaller, separate waiting rooms.
Deeks had been sitting in his chair much as he was doing now and Sam was walking from one side of the room to the other one, to fired up to just sit down and wait.
While walking, he kept muttering words under his breath she couldn't understand, but guessing from the deep frown between his eyebrows and the set expression in his eyes, these things weren't very positive.
Nell sighed and with her fingers she trailer the petals orange and purple flowers she was holding.
"You can now see Miss Kensi Blye."
A doctor had appeared in the door opening, holding a clip board in his hands and reading something that was written on a piece of paper before finally looking up.
His words had woken up Deeks, who had jumped up from his chair.
"Where is she?"
Sam had stopped in his tracks and turned to the doctor. He came to stand next to Deeks and together they were doing a pretty good job at scaring the small man.
"Room 214. You can see her now, but afterwards she will need her rest to recover. We managed to pull out the bullet without to many problems. It hadn't splintered, hadn't even hit any bone and what damage it caused we restored. She will be fine."
Nell looked at Deeks, who somehow seemed to relax a bit with this news, before walking past the doctor and going straight for room 214.
Sam was following him, without saying a word to the doctor.
Nell sighed and shook her head.
"I am sorry for them, they are just worried. Thank you for everything doctor.."
The man seemed to appreciate a bit of humanity and he smiled at her before shrugging slightly.
"Lloyd. Doctor Lloyd. It's quite alright, we often get families and friends that are two worried to think about anything else."
Nell could understand this. And, to be honest, she didn't really like hospitals for that exact reason. There was too much worry and pain in one building.
"Thank you, again."
She walked passed him and followed her colleagues into room 214. Kensi was lying in a bed, her skin paler than normal and wearing one of those hospital get-ups. She was being hugged by Sam, although Nell could see a slight hint of fatigue in her friend's eyes.
Deeks had pulled up a chair and was sitting next to the bed, already settling in as if twenty horses would be needed to get him away from his partner.
"Hey Kens" Nell said with a smile while walking to her friend. Sam was stepping back and Nell gave her the flowers.
"You know, now you are in a hospital, I just needed to get you flowers."
"Thank you Nell, they are beautiful." Even now, Kensi sounded weak. She was probably tired from the operation and the whole 'being shot' part of the story.
Nell smiled and took the empty vase from the nightstand and put the flowers in them.
"I am going to put some water in these, I'll be right back."
She left the room and walked to the first tap she could find, turning it until the water was lukewarm and filled the vase with it. For a second, she sighed, before walking back again.
Kensi was going to be fine. She would just need her rest and then she would soon be back and together they would finish those bastards that had done this to their small family.
With the vase in her hand, she walked back to the room. Inside, Doctor Lloyd had returned with more news.
"G Callen has just been put in the room across the hall, room 215. You can go and see him."
~~~|G|O|S|~~~
His head hurt.
Damn, his head hurt.
Callen groaned as slowly he started to regain consciousness.
He was lying in a bed in a room that was so clearly decorated in the 'hospital-style' that he groaned again.
He tried lifting his hand, but saw then that there was a needle stuck in his bloodstream, probably with some kind of medicine. He lifted, with some difficulty, his other hand and pulled it out before trying to sit up straight. Only then he noticed that wasn't the only thing connecting him to medicine or machinery.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his chest and he slumped back down on the bed.
That must have been the knife wound. He wasn't wearing shirt and his chest was wrapped up partially with white bandages. He stared at them for a moment, before sighing and closing his eyes.
He didn't get a lot of rest though, as the door burst open and his partner came into the room.
Sam grinned when he saw his partner alive and well and walked to the bed.
"Damn G, you cut it pretty damn close there you know."
Callen looked at him for a few seconds, before shaking his head slightly.
"Well, it's not like he asked for any permission to use me as his personal pincushion. But thanks Sam, for having my back."
"Yeah, and this has got us even for the thing that happened in Belize last year."
"No way! In Belize, I had to take out four men because you had been made and then we had to hide in old hay so we wouldn't get caught, how is that for traumatizing."
The two men looked at each other for a few seconds, before smiling both.
"But thanks Sam, really."
The other man nodded before gesturing to the hallway.
"Kensi is in the other room. She got out of the operation a few minutes ago and she's tired, but she's going to live."
"And the brothers?"
Callen could remember staring into Russell Demay's empty face as the were lying next to each other on the kitchen floor, one alive and one dead.
"They got away. Deeks was a bit.. preoccupied."
Sam sounded a bit frustrated.
"We could have had them, hadn't they shot Kensi. But we will get them. Especially after all of this." He gestured widely, meaning everything that had happened to them.
A soft knock on the door interrupted them however.
Both men looked up from their conversation and saw Nell standing in the door opening. She smiled hesitantly and Callen felt his eyes being sucked towards the petite woman.
"Sam, Kensi is asking for you.." She said softly, never looking straightly at the man in the hospital bed.
Sam nodded before looking back to his partner.
"I'll be back in a few minutes," He started while walking to the door.
"Nell, will you look after him for a sec?"
"Sure."
~~~|G|O|S|~~~
Sam left the room and Nell was left alone with G.
She hadn't dared really looking at him and slowly, she turned her eyes in his direction.
Shock must have clearly shown on her face when she took in the sight in front of her, as he sighed and made a weak gesture with his hand.
"Honestly, I am fine."
He most definitely wasn't. He was lying in the hospital bed, the sheets pulled up over his hips. He wasn't wearing the hospital gown like Kensi, but his torso was covered in white bandages. She could only imagine what it looked like underneath, carved open by a knife. However, his broad shoulders weren't covered and she could definitely see the elegant muscle stretching his skin and showing his strength.
"Are you just going to stand there and stare at me?"
Her thoughts were interrupted when G finally spoke and her cheeks flushed a crimson red.
"Of course not." She muttered under her breath, slightly embarrassed at being caught in her peeking.
She walked to the bed and sat on the edge as there wasn't really a chair available.
"How are you feeling?"
Now she was closer, she got a better look at his face. He was pale as well and she could see dark circles under his eyes. Some stitches were holding together a cut over his eyebrow and some bruises were showing on his cheek and down his neck bracing on the collar bone.
"You look terrible."
"You should see the other guy." She looked up by his words, a bit surprised at the typical response to her words, before smiling sadly.
For a few seconds, they just looked each other in the eye, blue meeting hazel, before Nell looked away, breaking the eye contact.
"Do you know how long you are staying here?"
Seeing him like this, so injured, made her feel more upset than it should.
All she wanted was take him somewhere away from everything and everybody and take care of him until he would feel better again.
"Not really, but I am guessing a few days." He spoke softly and she looked up again.
He was still looking at her and she felt the blush rise to her face again. Quickly, she pulled her bag on her lap and started searching for the card she had bought.
Slowly, she pulled the bright blue envelope out and held it out to him.
"What is this?"
"Well, when somebody you care about is in the hospital, you usually go and visit them and you bring them something. I don't think you would have really appreciated flowers, so I bought you a get well card."
She looked at him tentatively, not entirely sure what to expect from him.
He just stared at the envelope.
"You are supposed to open it." She remarked, suddenly smiling.
He didn't say anything and slowly his fingers opened the envelope, pulling out a small card.
On the front there was a small drawing of a cute puppy that seemed to be coughing. Next to it were typed the words Feeling like a sick puppy? Get well soon!
It was a terrible card, but of the choice she had had, it was the best Nell could find.
"They were out of cards saying 'Stabbed by the bad guy? Go get them!'" She remarked nonchalantly.
G looked up at her for a second, before stifling a laugh.
He turned the card around. On the back, she had written a few words.
Get well soon, we'll need you in the office.
Nell
She had never been a person to sign a card with x's.
She waited silently as he studied the words. Finally, he looked up at her and with his free hand he took one of hers and squeezed it gently.
"Thank you Nell."
"Always G."
~~~|G|O|S|~~~
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