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Chapter 2- Crash

Two months. Two months had gone by, weeks without any news from partner, without any signs he still existed. In those 61 days where Kensi hardly smiled or talked about anything other than work, she had fallen into a routine, almost like an every-day ritual, which consisted of something that only seemed to make Kensi sadder.

Every morning, Kensi would drive by Deeks's house and fight the tear that, recently, always threatened to fall. She didn't know why she made that detour on the way to work; it was something instinctive. Kensi only knew that, when she drove by, she would evaluate the detective's house. Windows closed, lights too, always. What did that mean? Did he go away, or was he 'just' in a temporary state of isolation?

Work wasn't exciting anymore. Sure, there were still shootings and chasings, but when she woke up in the morning, she was no longer looking forward to go to work. It had become an obligation, and even Callen and Sam were beginning to notice it. They invited Kensi to have drinks, to go out with them, but she didn't go. It just didn't feel right.

In Kensi's spare time, she often found herself calling Deeks, only to have her calls rejected. And it killed her, crushed her heart into tiny little pieces that didn't fit together anymore. Was he angry? Peraphs. Sad? Most definetly. But why refuse her calls?

One evening, when Kensi and the team had stayed late to fill the boring paperwork that crowded their desks, Eric appeared at the top of the stairs with a concerned look on his face.

"Guys, you might want to see this..."

Momentarily confused by the lack of the usual whistle, Kensi got up along with Callen and Sam and climbed up the stairs. Usually Kensi would be excited by a new case, itching to do something dangerous, but all she could think about now was 'Great, more paperwork!'.

"Tell us about the case." said Callen, while Kensi took her place behind the desk in the center.

Eric and Nell shared a hesitant look that, weirdly, made Kensi's heart skyrocket. It couldn't be good news.

"Well," started Nell, "this isn't a case. We just thought you should know what happened"

The intelegence analyst directed her gaze to Kensi, her eyes filled with worry and pity.

"Last night, 911 was called to an intersection near the Ocean Ave where two cars crashed."

Eric took over, sending pictures from his tablet to the screen in front of them. A photo of two mangled cars, one of them strangely familiar, made Kensi stop breathing for a second.

"One of the victims, Jane Rodrigues, was declared dead on the scene. The other one is, um... male, mid. 30, blond..."

Kensi saw the room spinning, amd closed her eyes tightly shut. She knew, the moment she walked in, it wasn't good news.

"Deeks?" she asked, silently begging for it not to be true.

The two geeks nodded at the same time.

"He was taken to the hospital with a concussion, broken arm and two cracked ribs. When Deeks got to the ER, the doctors checked his system for alcohol or drugs..."

Kensi nodded her head furiosly. Deeks would never, willingly, do drugs or drive drunk. She was certain of it, because he would never risk the lives of innocent people while he risked his own live doing something stupid like that.

"No. Deeks wouldn't do that. Ever."

Her partner (or ex-partner, she Kensi didn't know anymore) was a good man. He knew how many lives he could ruin if he got drunk and then drive. He learned it, the hard way, when his father drank and nearly killed him and his mother.

"...but there weren't any." continued Nell, and gave her friend a small reassuring smile. "What the doctors did find was that Deeks is severely sleep-deprived. Like he hasn't slept in weeks. Now, studies show that if you spend more than 3 days without sleeping, you'll eventually start hallucinating. That's probably why he crashed."

Callen looked over his shoulder to Kensi. He knew his junior agents was very close to her partner. Closer than recommended.

"You good?" he asked.

"Can I go see him?" Kensi knew full well that she didn't answer Callen's question. Even being a highly trained federal agent, she couldn't lie to him when it was about her feelings towards Deeks.

"Sure. You need a ride?"

"No, it's okay. Thanks."

Kensi walked out of OPS and ran to her car, with only one thing on her mind: Deeks.

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On an average day, Kensi Blye was one of the worst drivers you could possibly find on the road: she drove like an old lady, sucked at parallel parking. But this was no average day for the federal agent. Kensi was sure she broke at least a dozen traffic rules on her way to the hospital, and stole somebody's spot at the parking lot.

She locked the car quickly and ran to the front desk.

"I'm here for detective Marty Deeks."

The middle-aged receptionist started typing on the computer and relayed the information to Kensi.

"Mr. Deeks was sleep-deprived when he got here, so the doctors had to put him in a medically induced coma, so he could heal. You'll have to talk to the nurse about the visits, so if you could just sit over there and wait for her, I'd appreciate it."

"Thanks."

Kensi sat down on the hard plastic chair, and while she waited, she took time to think. Nell and the receptionist said Deeks hadn't slept in weeks. Why? Quickly, recognition dawned in. PTSD. In the first few weeks after coming home, Jack couldn't sleep, too, because when he closed his eyes, it was like being back in Afghanistan. Every thing came back: the sound of shots being fired, explosions, deaths.

"Are you here for Detective Deeks?"

Kensi looked up to see a young brunette nurse, looking at her expectantly.

"Yes. Can I see him?"

"Sure."

The agent trailed after the nurse, whose name tag said Sarah, and followed her to the elevators. Sarah presses the button to go to the second floor.

"Well, Ms..."

"Blye." completed Kensi.

"Okay, Ms. Blye, Detective Deeks is still sleeping, but we already started lower his meds so he can wake up. Detective Deeks should be conscious in thirty to fourty minutes.

The elevator stopped and a little bell rang, signaling their arrival to the second floor. The nurse then turned left and stopped in front of a room.

"Your friend is in there. You can go in if you want."

Kensi's hand went for the door knob, but she hesitated. Maybe Deeks didn't want to see her. But she had to see him. So Kensi took a deep breath, and opened the door slowly. Her ears became filled with the sound of soft beeps, signaling Deeks' heartbeats. Closing the door behind her, Kensi got closer to him. It was such a relief seeing him, like she had been underwater for too long and could now breath.

Her eyes danced around Deeks' face. The wounds on his nose and under his left eye were almost healed, but a bandage was now wrapped around his head, because of the head wound. There were bruise-like black circles under his eyes, due to the lack of sleep.

His right arm was in a cast, and there were bandages on his torso, too. Before she could stop it, a tear ran down Kensi's cheeck.

There was a soft knock on the door and Callen stepped in. Quickly wipping away that damned tear, she greated him with a shaky voice.

"Hey."

Callen wrapped an arm around Kensi's shoulder and gave her a quick side hug.

"Let's talk outside."

Glancing one last time at Deeks, Kensi closed the door. She turned to face Callen, who looked concerned.

"I know I already asked you, but is everything okay?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't it be?"

Callen gave her a knowing look.

"Look, I know something happened between you two. Don't try to say otherwise, because you can't fool me, but just know that you can always count on me for help. You're my little sister, okay?"

Kensi didn't answer him. She just hugged him, just like a brother and a sister would. Because that's exactly what they were: siblings.

Suddenly, the beeping on the other side of the doorincreased, and Kensi knew Deeks was waking up. She walked into the room along with Callen and a nurse.

Deeks' eyes fluttered open, and the nurse checked his vitals. Callen saw that Deeks and Kensi needed time to talk.

"We'll give you some time alone."

And then, it was just Kensi and Deeks. And a whole lot of tension.

"Hi." She said.

"What are you doing here?" He wasn't being rude; his tone was just sad.

"I came to see you."

After a brief silence, Deeks answered.

"Okay."

"Look, I..." Kensi took a deep breath. "I missed you."

She waited for his answer, but he didn't speak.

"I know it's been two months, but you just can't avoid me forever. We have to talk about what happened in the bullpen, and on the hill."

"Kensi, I-"

She noticed that he called her Kensi and not the usual 'Kens', and somehow that stung deep in her heart.

"No! We have to talk, okay?"

"What's done, is done. I can't take it back, and neither can you. But I think that, for now, we should just be friends."

Kensi wanted to run, to get out of the room and the hospital and never come back, but she felt stuck to the chair.

"I don't think that's enough."

She saw Deeks shift in the bed, while he made thought.

"Then... I guess maybe we shouldn't be friends at all."

Kensi looked at him, mouth agape. She felt something on her chest, something that was, unfortunately, very familiar. It was her heart breaking in tiny little pieces. She stood up and ran out of the door.

Chapter 2, everybody! Did you like it? Please tell me, review and give some sugestions if you want.

Now, I have a question. How do you greet someone that you just met, in America? Here in Portugal, we usually double-kiss ( I think that's the word), I mean kinda kiss each others cheeks. Now that I think about it, it's kind of weird. Anyways, I thinks that might come in handy in future chapters. Bye!

-Laura