He did his job.

He did everything he was supposed to do. He did the job and he didn't let their personal life interfere with that.

But it was also his job to have her back. And she didn't succeed at that.

And although he did what he was supposed to do and that should feel good, it doesn't. Yes! The ultimate test! They could be partners and lovers! It could work. No. His heart feels like someone tied a pound of lead to it. He's dizzy and his stomach hurts and if his nerves don't settle down, he's going to throw up.

His voice is shaking and his eyelids are wavering. But he just needs to talk to her. She's laying in the bed in front of him. She's got to wake up. She got hurt and its on him, and damn it she has to be okay.

"I love when you cuddle up close to me in your sleep. And I love when you wake up and deny it with that sly smile that gives it all away. I love it when you steal my hoodies and leave them in obvious places so you'll get caught. I love that you sleep in my shirts and I love it when you let me braid your hair. I love it when you leave those stupid girly magazines around my house now. I love that you're opening up to me. And I love your obsession with TV and I love your obsession with me."

He stops. Her eyes are still closed, the monitor's monotone beep not giving any promises. Her chest rises and falls.

"Do you love my obsession with you?" he faintly whispers.

Her chest rises and falls again. Still nothing.

"Dammit, Kensi. Please wake up. I can't lose you. I love you. I love you so much. I, I need you, Kensi. Kensi Marie Blye. I need you."

She remains still. He runs his fingers through his curls. His eyes well up. He sucks in a deep deep breath.

His words are no longer understandable. He's angry at himself and he's scared. He can't lose her. He can't. He won't be okay. His short nails dig into his face, as he searches for grip onto something, anything. He chokes it out one more time.

"I…."

"I….."

"…..just,"

"…..love,"

"…..you."

And he looks down. Her body is stiff, and she's pale. But her lips are open, and soon, a word slips through them.

"Deeks."

Her voice is scratchy and soft, but forceful.

He takes a step toward her. Her eyes are still shut. He thinks he's hearing things, but she continues talking.

"Quit talking. If you don't quit talking, I'm going to cry. If you make me cry, its going to hurt like hell."

His heart palpitated. He looked down at her still frame. After the way her head hit that pavement, he's sure she probably is in a lot of pain.

He slowly lowered his lips to her forehead and gently kissed her. "I'm sorry, baby girl."

"Shhhhh." her lips pursed. "I'm awake and I'm alive. Relax."

She pulled her hand up slowly, and he laced his fingers through hers.

"And by the way, I love your obsession with me. And I love you, too. Now, no more words."

He remained as quiet as possible, but squeezed her hand tightly and kissed the back of it. And it was enough.