A.N. – So sorry I haven't been updating, my life is… a little messy right now. And because I wound up taking my anger out on Deeks, this is sort of an apology (it's connected to the last drabble and the last part should be up this week – I stopped here to motivate myself to write more…).
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Still love y'all :P
Bad Ass Blye
"Go for Deeks." The blond in question answered the phone, his gaze not wavering from the beauty in his arms in the slightest.
"Agent Deeks?" An unsure female voice inquired, and he straightened his back a little bit.
"Yes." He acknowledged, his professional side taking over.
The woman on the other side sounded less uncomfortable and proceeded. "This is Nurse Amy calling from L.A. Hospital. It concerns your wife, sir."
Deeks' heart dropped to the ground, and nearly did his phone as well.
"W-what's wrong with her?" he started rambling, picturing the worse scenarios possible. "Did she get worse? Did she-"
"No, Agent Deeks, none of that." The nurse interrupted, aware that she had scared him, and added a reassuring note to her voice. "In fact, her brain activity has increased and the doctors believe that she should wake up soon. We thought you would like to be here for that."
His eyes widened, not understanding what was going on.
"…agent Deeks?"
Deeks looked down at the little girl he was holding, and got lost in her soft smile for a little while.
"Agent Deeks?" The nurse tried again, and he stuttered, trying to regain some brain functions.
"Uh-Of course. Yeah, yeah, I'm on my way."
Just as he was about to hang up a thought entered his mind.
"Can I take my daughter? I mean, is she stable?"
He could've sworn he heard a smile on the other end.
"Of course you can. I'm sure Agent Blye will be very happy to see you both."
"Thank you." He mumbled, before hanging up and starting frenetically looking for his car keys.