Prompt from Cuddles/Hug meme: Densi - Hurt/Comfort. I think this was supposed to be serious, but I kinda found it funny? I don't know. Rated M for language only. This is set in the future.

I own nothing. Except my brain. And that's a scary place.

"I don't have a shot," Callen says from the left.

"Me neither," Sam echoes from the middle.

"I'm close, but still no shot," Deeks says from the right, hiding behind a tree.

All four teammates hear Hetty in their earbuds. "We need this suspect taken alive, gentlemen."

"I need my partner alive more, Hetty," Deeks responds.

They're all in a standoff with a rogue Marine, Joshua Reid, in a public park. They had a plan in place: surround Reid from all four sides and try to disarm him. The plan failed, and he now has a hostage to prove it: Kensi.

"I'm going to say this again!" Callen shouts. "Drop your weapon, let her go, and we all walk out of here and talk!"

"Hell no. I let her go and I'm a dead man!" Reid shouts back.

"Guys…" Kensi whispers. "I don't think he's kidding…"

"Somebody's got to take a shot," Sam says. "It is not gonna be me, all I can see is Kensi. Deeks?"

Deeks clenches his jaw, aiming his weapon. He's looking at the Marine's leg, which is just barely exposed. "I might have a small window…"

"Take it Deeks," he hears his partner through his earwig. He shakes his head.

"Take the shot, Deeks," Callen orders.

Deeks closes his eyes and holds his breath for a brief second. God, just keep me steady. He opens his eyes again, aiming for the miniscule amount of khaki he can see behind his partner's leg. He exhales, and shoots.

Reid and Kensi both scream and fall to the ground. "Shit!" Deeks mutters as he runs towards them. He thinks he can hear Callen and Sam calling Eric for medical personnel, but his pounding heart and rapid breathing as he runs drowns them out.

"Shit shit shit, Kensi, did I hit you? Oh my God…" Deeks picks up Reid's gun, securing it in his pants. The Marine is moaning and holding his thigh. "Shut up!" Deeks yells at the man as he kneels down by his partner. "Kensi, say something."

Callen and Sam arrive in time to see Kensi roll over onto her stomach and groan. The back of her jeans is covered in blood. "Oh my God, Kensi, shit, oh my God," Deeks keeps muttering.

"Where is she hit?" Sam asks, crouching on her other side.

"I don't know, there's so much blood, shit," Deeks keeps shaking his head. He reaches around the front of Kensi's jeans to unbutton them and he feels her tense up.

"Don't even think about," she says, muffled by the ground.

"I need to see where you're hit, I've gotta stop the bleeding, oh my God I'm so sorry."

"Shut it Deeks. I'm going to be fine," she grits out. She winces and tries to push herself up on her knees, failing to do so.

"Fine? I shot you! Where did it…"

"You shot me in the fucking ass, Deeks," Kensi says calmly.

"Ohhhh…" All three male members of the team say in unison.

"Damn," Callen mutters to his partner. "She's never gonna let him live this one down." Sam closes his eyes and shakes his head in agreement.

Deeks is still feeling over her body, trying to find the bullet wound. Sam and Callen share a glance and start backing away slowly, turning their attention to their injured suspect. "Kens, please, let me try to stop the bleeding," he pleads.

Kensi nods, not lifting her head up from the ground. Deeks unfastens her jeans and pulls them down a few inches, looking for the entry wound. "I see it. Damn."

"What?"

He pulls his black t-shirt off, rolling it up and pressing it against her wound. "It went straight through your tattoo."

"You really think I care about a tattoo right now Deeks?"

"No, I'm just saying…I don't know what I'm saying. I'm so sorry."

"It's fine."

Deeks sighs and lies down with his chest flush against her side, keeping pressure on her wound. "I'm sorry."

"You already said that," she responds, turning her head to face him. She forces a smile but Deeks can see the pain in her face. He brushes her hair behind her ear and leans over, kissing her cheek. "And it could have been worse."

He kisses her nose. "How is that? I shot you. We have reached a whole new low in our relationship slash partnership here."

"Well, that guy could have shot me instead. Then I'd be dead."

He smiles, kissing her lips. "Good point. I'm going to make this up to you, I promise."

They can hear sirens approaching in the distance. Kensi closes her eyes, sighing. "You're damn right you're going to make this up to me. I'm talking massages…"

"Done."

"Not just sexy massages, I want my feet."

"Ew."

"You shot me."

"Okay, feet," Deeks laughs. "What else?"

"Cakes, cookies, pies, the whole shooting match. No pun intended."

"Homemade?"

Kensi nods her head, trying to stay awake. "Homemade."

"Done. Anything else? Kens, stay awake, they're almost here."

"Uh huh. Yeah, all the stuff. I want all the stuff."

Deeks sees the paramedics running through the park with two gurneys in hand; Sam and Callen are waving them over to their location. "Help is here." He stands up to get out of the paramedics way. "You still love me, right?"

"Yeah, I still love you. Asshole."

Deeks chuckles. "Now that's a funny joke, Kens."