Kensi quickly threw a few things in her pack, shoved her journal under the mattress and quickly surveyed the room to see if there was anything else she needed. She chose to take a knife, but left the sniper rifle on her bed. A quick look out the door confirmed no one was around, so she took one last look around the room then quickly slipped out the door. She knew her journal would be found quickly, but she was also confident that only Nell would be able to decode it. The entire time she was in Afghanistan she had written in code, and was seriously considering continuing to do so once she returned home so Deeks couldn't snoop... Of course, that was now IF she made it home, and IF things could work out between her and Deeks. She shook the thought from her mind, determined not to let anything distract her from her new mission - find Jack, find out if he was the White Ghost, and find out why he left her. She went to the stable to grab a horse, hopped up and left quickly, offering a nod to the guards at the gate but they scarcely noticed her. They were more concerned about who was entering than who was exiting. Once outside the safety of the compound, she pointed the horse in the direction she had gone before. She hoped she could catch up to the convoy they had seen.
It took a long time to reach the place where she had shot at Jack. The vehicle she had hit was still there, but had clearly been set alight to destroy anything of interest to the Americans. As she approached, she took a deep breath and felt the familiar feeling of butterflies in her stomach. There was no turning back. She knew she would likely be captured and she would have to rely on Jack, a man who left her nine years ago, to keep them from torturing or killing her. She urged the horse to continue, and it didn't take long for a group of men to emerge from the shadows and point their guns at her. She surrendered quickly, showing them she was unarmed and behaving submissively. The only times she spoke were to ask to see the White ghost.
No one responded to her requests in English or in Pashto. A bag was put over her head as they roughly started to pull her away. Fear welled up in her as she wondered if this attempt was all in vain... Wondered if they would behead her and leave her body to be found by Granger or Sabatino. She continued to cooperate as best she could and allowed herself to be pushed and pulled along despite her instincts telling her to fight. Several times she stumbled and fell, but allowed herself to be pulled up again and forced to continue. Finally the bag was removed and she found herself in a small cave with a fire. And she allowed herself a moment of hope. Maybe, just maybe, they brought her to Jack.
Kensi's hope began to diminish when her captors returned and chained her to the wall of the cave. They ignored her questions, ignored her completely aside from putting the shackles around her ankle. A blanket was dropped near her, and she was once again left alone. She called out several times in English and in Pashto, asking to see Jack. No one replied. She tried to push herself up and pace, but then decided against it to save her strength in case she would need it.
She settled herself against the wall with the blanket and took time to observe her surroundings. There was nothing in her reach that could be used as a weapon. She still had her knives, one at her hip and one in her shoe. Either they believed she was unarmed, or they were unwilling to pat her down as she was a female. It didn't really matter to her which it was - she just hoped it would help to keep her alive.
As the hours passed she began to question the sanity of her decision. She knew it was rash and impulsive, but after nine years she had all but given up on closure from Jack. Then to be faced with orders to kill someone who turned out to be her fiancé... It had thrown her for such a loop she couldn't think rationally if she wanted to. Technically, she could claim she was still carrying out the mission as ordered. If Jack was the ghost, she had orders to kill him. If he truly turned out to be a traitor... She had no idea what she would do. She knew in her heart she couldn't kill the man she had once loved. She was also sure that if he was still the man she had known, he would not be the monster she was told. Unfortunately, with time to do nothing but think, her thoughts continued to run in circles. Jack. The white ghost. Would she even get answers or was she going to be executed? Would she die before she had a chance to apologise to Deeks, to tell him how much she loved him and that she didn't regret a second of their night together? The thought of Deeks was what finally brought her to tears. Dying didn't scare her. But dying without telling Deeks what he meant to her... That did. Tears ran down her face as she curled into a ball and desperately tried to stop crying. She couldn't afford the tears, it could lead to dehydration. She had to stop. She took several deep breaths and forced herself to think like an agent. If they wanted to execute her, she would go down fighting.
She wrapped the blanket around herself tightly and moved closer to the fire to warm herself. It was getting colder so night must be approaching. She hadn't heard anything from outside of the room she was in, and she briefly wondered if their plan was to leave her to starve or freeze to death in the cave. She shivered and drew the blanket tighter, and then heard a noise.
A man appeared and dropped a bowl with some bits of unidentifiable food in it in front of her. She briefly wondered if it was poisoned but reasoned she needed to eat. The Taliban preferred more obvious methods of murder. Before the man left, she begged once again to speak to Jack. She asked if he spoke English and when he ignored her, she called out in Pashto that she had to speak to the White ghost, but he continued to ignore her and left. She quickly ate the food he had left, and while there was very little, it helped quiet her stomach a bit. She once again pulled the blanket tightly around herself and then lay down awkwardly in front of the fire. She was torn between forcing herself to stay awake and alert and getting some rest, but the need for sleep won out. She dozed off and was quickly swept into a nightmare where she had pulled the trigger before she saw Jack's face and then watched him fall as she recognised him. The only question was whether that nightmare was better or worse than the one she found when her eyes re-opened... Captured by the insurgents and held prisoner, not knowing what would come next.