Prompt from Anonymous - Tackle-hug
Kensi was crouched nervously, shaking one of her legs back and forth and sighing impatiently every few minutes.
"You okay, Kensi?" Sam asked.
"Pssha, yeah, I'm fine," she lied.
"We're professionals you know."
Kensi looked offended. "Are you calling me unprofessional?"
Sam rolled his eyes at her. "G and Deeks. They're fine."
"I never said they weren't," Kensi replied, looking nervously at the office building around the corner. Callen and Deeks had gone in undercover as the Dale Brothers; two farmers who bought and distributed dynamite legally for other farmers to use for destruction of crops. Recently however, they started looking into more elaborate, and therefore illegal, explosives for purchase. After being detained at the boatshed, Callen and Deeks took their place at a meet with a group suspected of selling C4 to homegrown terrorists.
"It is awfully quiet in there," Sam commented.
"Way too quiet…" Kensi said. "We need to go in."
"We're not going through this every time Deeks is undercover, Kensi," Sam warns.
Kensi replied through gritted teeth, "Well last time I was right." Sam nodded and stood up, approaching the small building. He hesitated, cocking his head at the sudden noise level increase. "Eric, we need backup and possibly medical at our current location, gunshots fired. Kensi!"
She had left Sam behind, running full speed with her gun drawn. A strong force hit her suddenly, knocking her off her feet and slamming her into the ground. Her ears popped and she heard a loud explosion, debris falling all around her.
"DEEKS!" She screamed, wrestling on the ground and trying to stand up.
"You know, I think I already have one busted ear drum, I don't need you to kill the other one too," Deeks grumbled next to her.
"What? How did get out here, you were just in there, are you okay?" Kensi rambled, crawling over to him. She grabbed his face and looked him over. "You're okay?" She asked again.
"Fine," he groaned, standing up. He grabbed her hand and pulled her up with him. "We thought things were about to get hinky and tried to get out, guns go bang, bombs go boom, and we managed to run out before well…" he pointed to the burning building, "ya know."
Kensi pulled him close to her, hugging him fiercely. "I was about to go in after you."
"Yeah and thanks to me tackling you, you're still alive," he said pointedly. He ran his hand down her side that she landed on. "You good?"
She smiled and gave him a quick kiss. "Great."
"Yeah, you know, I'm okay too," Callen said bitterly next to them, brushing debris off of his suit. "Not that anybody cares."
Sam gave him a cross look. "You look fine to me, G. But I ain't kissing you."