"What?" Deeks exclaimed. Kensi pulled on his arm, barely allowing the man to grab his bag. He grimaced and took off after Kensi towards the rooftop stairs. He had no idea what was going on- all he knew is that his partner had just pulled on his bruised wrist and that something was wrong.
"Deeks!" Kensi called out again, reaching the stairwell first. She crawled down the first flight and looked up to see her partner slowly squeezing himself into the stairwell opening. He slowly made it down the first flight before turning to face Kensi.
"What's going on-" was the only thing he managed to say before they both heard the sounds of sirens. Kensi pulled out her handgun and smashed the window that was by their feet. It shattered instantly, only leaving a few shards for her to kick away. Deeks looked out towards the bay to see Algerian police lights flashing in the distance. He ran his hand over his arm just as Kensi grabbed his leg and pulled it towards the window. Deeks hadn't even noticed that his partner had slid through the window and was now standing in a dark empty room.
"Deeks, let's go!" Kensi whispered though gritted teeth. Deeks complied to his partner's request and slid through the window, landing gently on his feet. He took a minute to take in their surroundings- both agents were standing in an abandoned, dirty hotel room. The gritty bed looked disgusting and vile, but to the exhausted, injured probationary agent, it looked homey.
"We need…..to…hide," Deeks panted, brushing away the sweat off his forehead. He started to feel dizzy and out of breath. Kensi noticed his behavior and told Deeks, "Sit on the bed. I'll figure something out."
"Whatever …you say…."
Kensi walked over to his side and snapped her fingers in front of his face. "Marty, stay with me."
Deeks' vision was beginning to blur. He muttered, " I'm tired, Kensi…..really tired."
"Deeks!"
"Deeks!"
"Deeks!"
The probationary agent mumbled, "Sorry," before passing out.
When Deeks regained consciousness, he felt warm.
His body felt tingly and warm as if he were sitting in a Jacuzzi. He leaned his head back, thinking that he was actually in a Jacuzzi, before slamming his head onto a wooden wall. It jolted the probationary agent into a fully alert state. When Deeks opened his eyes, he found that the warm feeling was coming from a thick blanket and a fire burning close by. Kensi was sitting next to him, distracted by the items in her backpack.
"So you plan on telling me why we ran from the roof?" Deeks grunted from his spot. Kensi looked up from her bag before sending him a deep, angry glare.
"Do you plan on telling me about all the injuries that you have? Or were you waiting for you to collapse on the streets and have the Algerian police catch us?" Kensi retorted.
"I hadn't really decided yet," Deeks pulled himself up into a sitting position, " Speaking of police- weren't we running from them?"
"They raided this building, but didn't look in the closet for this room. We got lucky, partner."
"Good. We'll need all the luck we can get," Deeks muttered. He saw Kensi's angry expression and added, "I'm sorry, Kensi. Where do I start-"
"From the beginning. I don't know… maybe you can explain why the hell you took off to Algeria by yourself?" Kensi yelled. A clip sounded from the other side of the floor, causing both agents to freeze. Kensi crawled over to the door and stuck her head out. After seeing that the coast was clear, she turned back to her partner and demanded, " Talk. Now."
Deeks scooted next to his partner. He felt Kensi tremble when he touched her face to brush away a strewn hair. "I wanted to protect you guys….but I did a lousy job."
"You really didn't think that we'd be coming full force?" Kensi replied.
"I did," Deeks said with a loud sigh, " I was hoping for some time to at least make a move on Lyons and Pendle before you guys made it. Unfortunately, when I got close enough, he spotted me. He's being sending his own guys and the city police on me ever since. Hence, the ankle, the wrist, and the bruised ribs."
"And the lack of sleep." Kensi placed a hand on Deeks' arm. " Don't ever scare me like that again, ok?" she told him.
Deeks responded by kissing her on the cheek. Kensi playful rolled her eyes and told him, "You're on probation, by the way."
"Regular probation or super probation?"
"Super-beyond your wildest imagination probation," Kensi said with a laugh. Her smile faded at Deeks' sudden change in his behavior. With his smile gone and his focus on the fire, Deeks muttered, " I don't think we should focus solely on catching Lyons and Pendle, Kens. I think our biggest concern right now is staying alive and not getting arrested. Hell, I just realized that we might not be able to ever go home."
Kensi slipped under Deeks' arm. "In all honesty, we probably won't be able to go home, but we'll figure it out. We always do."
Six miles away, George Lyons placed down his laptop onto his lap. He was sitting in his SUV with Pendle next to him. He knew that Hanna, Callen, Deeks, and Blye were scattered throughout Algiers- the rookie and the brunette were somewhere close by, but hadn't been found by Algiers police. It was the most frustrating part of this entire incident.
Beep. Lyons looked down at his laptop to see an alert for a new email. He clicked the alert button, which pulled up an email containing an article from the LA Times. At first blush, he thought nothing of it until he saw the headlines.
"What is it?" Pendle asked Lyons.
"The OP manager for those agents was arrested today. Her name is Hetty Lange."
"What does that mean for us?"
"That means," Lyons grinned wide while he closed his laptop, " Granger has just cut off their only lifeline. Those four pain in the asses are on their own so if we want to get rid of them, we do it now."