Kensi landed on her knees behind a soot covered counter. The figure kept close to her body, covering her mouth with one hand and holding a gun against her back with the other. The agent was stuck; if she made a noise, she would be caught by the police. If she didn't make a noise, whoever was currently holding a gun to her back could kill her.
"Don't make a sound," the figure whispered in her ear. The voice was familiar and male, but Kensi couldn't place it. She only nodded as the beam from a flashlight was shone against the wall of the store. Two sets of footsteps entered the store. Neither came over to the counter.
Kensi closed her eyes and held her breath. The longest thirty seconds of her life passed before the two footsteps left the store front. The man that was holding her whispered, "Follow me and don't make a sound."
"Who the hell are you?" Kensi whispered back. The man behind her paused before whispering, "I thought I taught you not to trust strangers, Fern."
"Bastard," Kensi spat. Deeks put his gun in his bag before Kensi whipped around and slapped him. "What the hell were you thinking placing a gun behind my back like that?" she exclaimed in a loud whisper.
"I'm sorry did you want me to say Hey it's Deeks and then have you slap me right as Algerian police officers pass by?"
Kensi stood up and brushed off her shirt. "How about you find a way to help me hide without freaking me out?"
Deeks extended his hand to Kensi, but she pushed it away. Deeks realized that it was a hopeless cause and stated, "We need to get to a safe place-"
"Why the hell should I trust you?" Kensi's voice was getting louder and louder. Deeks covered her mouth, his tired green eyes sending a chill down Kensi's back. Deeks sighed and said, "I'm sorry about-"
Kensi pushed his hand from her mouth. "You just packed up and left without any explanation! I spent the last two days thinking that you were dead! On top of that, you couldn't even tell me that you….that you loved me to my face. Deeks, how is that supposed to make me feel?"
"I know and I'm sorry," Deeks glanced over towards the store front, "Can we discuss this later?"
"Fine. Take me to the next safe house." Kensi crossed her arms as Deeks pulled out his gun again. He stepped out into the street and looked both ways before motioning Kensi to follow him. When Kensi stepped out into the street, she could see more and more of what two days on the run had done to Deeks.
Deeks appeared pale and exhausted; he looked as if he hadn't slept since leaving Los Angeles. His right leg was shaking as his ankle was broken and barely able to withstand Deeks' weight. Oddly enough, Kensi could see strands of blonde hair sticking out from Deeks' dark hood. On the run or not, Deeks intended on staying as Sam called him, "the shaggy detective."
Her partner's appearance left Kensi with so many questions, but as they started walking towards the piers, Kensi decided to hold off.
The woman's first priority was getting somewhere safe.
The questions and kicking Deeks' ass for his actions were second.
Bay of Algiers- 45 minutes later
On the roof of a small hotel, Deeks and Kensi were squatting next to each other and were out of sight. They had made it to the bay in good time, but also hadn't heard or seen Sam and Callen. The second "safe house" was a small white yacht that was known to the police and public as a rental for a very wealthy English family. In reality, the "family" consisted of two English friends of Hetty's that were waiting on the boat for the four agents.
"There it is," Deeks muttered, scanning the boat with a set of binoculars. Kensi nudged him and held out a hand.
"Let me see," she told him. Deeks handed over the binoculars and laid his head on his arms. He wanted nothing more than to get on the boat, get some food, lookout for Sam and Callen, and get the well-deserved two days' worth of sleep that he needed. Deeks smiled at the thought of resting his head on a pillow instead of the gravel and asphalt that he had done the last two days.
The probationary agent was so lost in thoughts that it took him a few minutes to realize that his partner was staring at him.
"What?" He asked. Kensi cocked her head slightly, taking in her partner's appearance.
"You look like hell," she commented.
Deeks shrugged and turned his head towards her. "I feel like hell. Don't worry about me too much."
"I can't help it….I've been doing it for two weeks," Kensi pointed to the yacht, "We need to get you in that yacht ASAP."
"Without catching the police's attention," Deeks replied. On the streets below, a squad of Algerian officers was scanning the piers with flashlights.
"Of course….wait a minute." Kensi raised her head and shoulders slightly to get a better look of an interesting sight below them. A black sedan pulled up into the pier and stopped next to the yacht. Both agents held their breaths as two men in suits and dark shades exited the sedan and walked up the ramp towards the yacht. The two men disappeared onto the boat and soon gunshots erupted on the boat.
"There's goes house number two," Deeks growled in annoyance. He pulled out a map of the city and spread it out next to Kensi. He crossed of the firs safe house with a red pen before crossing off the location of the yacht. Two other locations were mapped; one of them on the outskirts of the city and the other 30 miles west of their location.
"At this rate, we won't have anywhere else to go," Kensi exclaimed. Deeks nodded and pointed towards the two men, asking Kensi, "They look familiar to you?"
"Um….." Kensi squinted until a light bulb went off, "Lyons and Pendle, our spy."
"Yeah and they seemed to be cleaning- ouch- up every place up before we come." Deeks rubbed his side at a sharp pain. It was the pain of a cracked rib that he had received an hour before running into Kensi.
"Rest Deeks," Kensi told him, "Let's wait up here for a little bit until it clears."
Deeks smiled faintly as his eyes began to feel heavy. "You putting me to bed, Kens. I thought you'd at least read me a bed time stories about ninjas…..or the battleship alarm of yours….." He didn't finish the rest of his statement as the agent drifted off to sleep.
The agent didn't even get an hour of sleep before he was yanked awake by his partner, who was screaming,
"Deeks, we have to go! We have to go now!"