Now an edited version! Still not too happy with it, but it's called being tired and fed up with people (mostly friends), so yeah...
I woke up around 3 am, a few days after our encounter with Arkady, my sweat making my shirt cling to my skin, I was hot and scared from fever and the plague of nightmares. I knew I was sick, but decided to not disturb Deeks and go for an early morning walk.
I pulled on a thin black t shirt, black leggings and grabbed my iPod and phone. I got my sneakers and headed out into the cool morning air.
I buried myself into the music, and as the sorrowful memories waltzed along with the music, I tried to listen to the baseline, to find some rhythm that my life never had. The sky was becoming lighter, like an ombre, and the morning calm was beginning to disappear, as the birds began chirping and a rare car roared down the street.
As my breath grew weaker, I pushed myself harder. I must've walked only for five minutes when I fell onto my knees on the grass, and leaned against a tree. Sweat was beaded across my forehead and I fought to stay awake. I wanted to reach for my phone, but couldn't remember my password.
"Deeks," I whimpered softly to myself. "Please come get me." Everything was blurred and distorted and I couldn't focus. My eyes darted from place to place, and I waited for what seemed like a long time before a scruffy, tired looking man with piercing blue eyes came over from his car and hugged me gently, as if I was the most delicate thing that could break with the slightest fall.
"Come on, Kens." he whispered to me, as he was picking me up. "Let's get you home." He helped me into a car, and he drove me back to my house, where I fell into a slumber until I woke up and found a cold towel on my forehead and a light blanket over my abdomen. I looked down and found that the sheets were whiter than the ones at my house, and my room was different.
Because it wasn't my room. Once I finally regained my senses, I realized I was in the hospital.
Instead of feeling the warmth of my partner, I found covers tossed aside. I had a mini panic attack, but stopped it. Maybe she went to the bathroom, Deeks, I told myself.
"Kens?" I called out. No answer. "Kensi!" I called again. Nothing. I jumped out of bed and ran down the hall, trying not to trip on anything in the dark. I looked into the bathroom, kitchen, living room, backyard, driveway. Nope.
Now I was worried. I ran inside, grabbed my keys to the car and jumped in. She couldn't have gone far. I luckily had Eric download programs on our phones where we could track each other's phones. I turned it on, and found the pink little Kensi dot on the screen. I clicked it, and it zoomed from me, just down the street. I saw her signal, it wasn't moving.
I turned on my car, tossing my cellphone into the drink compartment, and drove down the street, looking over on the right side. And after 2 minutes, I saw a shadow, a Kensi-like shadow resting against a tree. I pulled over and ran over to her, nearly tripping over my own feet.
I knelt down in front of her. Sweat beaded on her forehead, her breathing was heavy, and her skin was as hot as a boiling tea kettle. I gently brushed her forehead, and gently scooped her up.
"Come on, Kens. Let's get you home." I said, as I helped her into the car. As we drove back, I noticed her head bobbing, her eyes darting from place to place. She was defiantly not okay. Once we got back to her house, she wasn't responding. She was breathing, she had a pulse, but she looked so bad I couldn't just stand around.
I got out of the car, and inside and, got a cool towel from the kitchen, and ran back out as I could. I placed it on her forehead.
"Kens, can you hear me?" I asked, kissing her temple lightly. Nothing, she only responded with a small cough. I hopped in and immediately drove her to the hospital, dodging cars as I drove hectically down the street.
As we approached the ER, I noticed she was turning her head a bit, but most likely in her sleep. I carried her out, and then I noticed I wasn't wearing a shirt. I looked down, thank god I was wearing pants. If I wasn't, I'd dig through Kensi's stash in the trunk. I ran into the ER, and begged the nurse to find a room for her fast.
Luckily it wasn't too busy. The nurses got her on a gurney and wheeled her down into a little room, while I had to stay in the waiting room. It was me, a drunk guy with a super large cut on his forehead, and a mother with a kid who broke her elbow.
After what seemed like an hour, a nurse came back and called me back in. "We took her temperature. It was 104." My eyes widened.
"We got it down a bit, and we tested a bit of her blood and found a mixture of PTSD medication and adrenaline fatigue pills. Not to be rude ,sir, but is your girlfriend-"
"No, no. She has a mild case of PTSD and adrenaline fatigue, she probably must've had them together. They look exactly the same-"
"That's okay. We'll probably want you to help her take her pills if she's tired. Do you live together?" she asked.
"Yeah. I'll help her. Thank you." I said. The nurse nodded, and went back into Kensi's room, leaving me alone in the hall.
A nurse came in to check up on me and she took my temperature. "Good," she said to herself.
She turned her focus towards me. "It looks like your fever's down. You scared us all quite a bit, especially your boyfriend. You want me to bring him in?" I only nodded, my throat was too sore for talking.
The nurse left and in came a very tired looking Marty Deeks, the love of my life who had dark circles under his eyes. He came over to my bedside, and took my hand in his. "Hey, Fern. Good to see you awake."
"What happened?" I whispered ever so softly.
"Apparently your meds didn't mix well. Did you take your adrenaline fatigue pills or whatever they're called with your PTSD pills?" asked Deeks. My mind shifted to the night before, when I last remembered taking them. They both looked the same, but you were supposed to take 2 PTSD pills and one for adrenaline fatigue, and at different times. But I was tired, I probably just mixed them together. I nodded.
"They wanted to keep you here for observation, and you'll get out tomorrow, if you have no fever overnight. Doc also ran blood tests, and a few other things and I'm supposed to help you take your meds at night."
I gave him a 'Really? Do you think I'm going to let you baby me?' look.
"Hey, can't break rules, Kens. We're supposed to enforce them" joked Deeks, kissing my forehead.
"I want to go home, Deeks." I sighed, grabbing his hand. "I want to go to your house and then just curl up with you and Monty and... and..." I began loosing my train of thought as I felt really sleepy and I tumbled into sleep. "You son of a bitch." I smiled as the last thing I saw were his eyes.
Russia was harder than I thought it was going to be. It was when my adrenalin fatigue came in.
It was after we fought in the parking lot, and as we got Ana back to Hetty's house, I crashed on the couch from exhaustion.
"Kens!" yelled Deeks.
"Deeks, I'm fine." I said tiredly, trying to stand up. It was like it was last week all over again. Except I didn't feel hot, I felt tired, my knees were shaking, and my mind couldn't process anything. The door shut behind us. Ana was gone.
"No. Sit down, Kensi. I'll get you some water. " said Deeks as he rushed into Hetty's kitchen.
"I'm okay." I yelled, my voice slightly cracking. "It's j-just my adrenalin fatigue." Deeks ran back and handed me the water. Once I downed it all down, I fell into his arms, and tried to just breathe his scent in. His was surf wax and gunpowder. He didn't say anything, he just lied down, and I placed my head on his shoulder, and his arm pulled me closer to him. Deeks was on the edge of the small sofa while I was nestled in the back.
"You're scaring me, Kens." he sighed, looking into my eyes. "First you've got meds mixed up, now this, I-"
"Deeks, it's not the first time this has happened..." my mind drifted off. Nothing happened this time. For some reason, around this time, something really bad always happened. Nothing happened today. But I had this feeling that something bad was going to happen. Something pretty bad.
"You good?" he asked with a yawn.
"Fine, just tired." I yawned and I closed my eyes just as the door to the apartment opened and I heard Sam and Callen's voices.
Noticing a sleeping Kensi and Deeks on the couch was pretty cute. I looked over at Sam, and he looked back at me. It was kind of adorable seeing Kensi fall in love with this Shaggy cop. In the end, we loved them both.
"You know, G," smiled Sam. "I won't be surprised if we see a few mini Shaggys and Kickass Kensis running around the bullpen soon." I laughed at the thought, and then thought of how awkward that sounded.
Not much with Afghanistan, I know. But there were NO Densi scenes at all in the finale, which honestly disappointed me. This was Densi's best season so far, and not one tiny romantic scene. I'll spend my hiatus writing, and being bored out of my mind. (and looking for spoilers ;)
In late July, I'm going to a place with little to no internet access, so I'll probably be
Thanks for reading, and if I do publish any chapters over the summer, then they'll most likely be more on the fictional side.