Here is part two of the last drabble. Enjoy!
Kensi sprints into OSP, her mind stuck in hazy blur. She's sure that driving wasn't a good idea under the circumstances, but her partner needs her so she doesn't fault herself for speeding and running a couple of red lights. She's sure that nobody else would, either.
As soon as Kensi walks inside, she's surrounded by complete and utter chaos. A million phones are ringing, people are running every which way, but somehow- the bullpen is empty.
Kensi takes a sharp breath in and sprints up the stairs two at a time. "What the hell is going on?" she asks, just as the automatic doors slide open.
Eric and Nell both lift their heads, as do Callen and Sam. They're huddled around the table monitor in the center of the room and stare at her in silence. Without words they all manage to answer her question.
"So… he's really in there?" Kensi asks, pointing to the news feed that they're streaming live on the flat screen. She walks towards it silently.
Eric is the first to speak up. "Yeah. LAPD estimates there's twenty five total hostages inside."
She spins around, a hint of anger in her tone. "Do they know that one of their own is inside, too?"
He nods. "We told them as soon as you told us."
Kensi's eyes drift from one person to the next. They're all just standing there, doing nothing. It's oddly infuriating.
In an effort to avoid screaming, she asks yet another question. "What do they want?"
"Not sure. LAPD and SWAT have taken over the case now. There isn't much we can do."
She shakes her head. "No, no. There has to be something. I'm not just going to sit around here, waiting for a call from someone who doesn't know my partner half as well as I do." She stares at the screen, her eyes narrowing. "There's no way he's just letting this happen."
Sam folds his arms. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that Deeks thinks like a cop. He's gonna be trying to find a way out of this mess."
"But-"
"Agent Blye!" Eric is interrupted as another voice calls out across the room- it's one of the younger tech guys. He comes bounding up to Kensi, a phone in hand. "It's Deeks. He's on the phone for you."
Her heart begins to flutter but she doesn't let it get to her, not yet anyways. Kensi grabs the phone from his hands without a single question.
"Deeks! Oh my god, are you-"
"Kensi," he interrupts, his voice frank and his tone solemn. Definitely not the usual Marty Deeks way. "I'm negotiating through you now, okay? They told me I could call one person, and I called you."
She's always been able to keep a steady mindset during these types of pressured situations, where one wrong word can change the outcome for everyone involved.
But now, with so much on the line, Kensi has trouble remembering how to breathe.
"You told them you were a cop?" she asks, trying to keep her mind in the right place.
"Yeah." His voice is grittier than usual. A result of the stress, probably. "They want someone to break into the bank's system and wire two million dollars into their account. I just sent the number to Eric."
Kensi glances over her shoulder. He gives her a thumbs up. "Got it."
"Eric's got the number. What comes after that?"
This is the first time Deeks has hesitated since he called. It's unnerving, to say the least.
"I don't know. For now, that's all I've got."
"Deeks-"
"Kens." His voice quivers and her heart shatters. "I know. And I'm sorry."
She holds her breath in an effort not to cry. Then the air leaves her lungs and seems to take all hope with it.
"Don't say that. Please."
An apology insinuates that he has something to be sorry for. That will only be the case if he dies, and that isn't something she's going to allow. No way in hell.
"I've gotta go, Kensi." He pauses for a beat, then lowers his voice to an almost inaudible level. "I'll talk to you again soon, okay? This isn't it."
She shuts her eyes and tries to devise a plan, tries to come up with something in a split second that will save them both.
But nothing comes to mind, so Kensi simply nods and echoes the last three words he's just told her.
"You're right. This isn't it. I lo-"
The call drops. She swallows and hands the phone back to the tech assistant. All eyes narrow in on hers, which are glistening with just a hint of tearfulness.
But Kensi doesn't want their pity, so she tucks her head and takes a seat at one of the computers.
"Let's get to work."