Prompt: Since Deeks seems to be in the 14x12 and seeing the synopsis, could you maybe write something about him being worried about Kensi?
Since we don't have a whole lot of info about this episode, I kind of had to guess at some of what is going on. I also could not find a spelling for the missing lieutenant's name, so apologies if I have butchered it. (Written prior to the episode airing).
"Alright, well hopefully Kensi and Fatima will be able to tell us what Lieutenant Makhmad was doing before she disappeared," Callen was saying, as he leaned against his desk, facing Sam and Deeks.
"Uh, speaking of Kensi and Fatima, have you heard from either of them recently?" Rountree asked, appearing in the bullpen with a tablet balanced in one hand. He kept his voice neutral, but he wasn't so successful at hiding the tension and worry in his eyes.
Deeks sat forward, instantly on alert. "No, not for a while. Why?"
"I haven't been able to reach either of them. They haven't answered my texts and my calls just go to voicemail."
As Rountree spoke, Deeks pulled out his phone and tapped Kensi's icon in his contacts. He stood, pacing a few feet away while he silently begged Kensi to pick up.
"When's the last time you heard from either of them?" Deeks heard Sam asking.
"Over an hour," Rountree responded in a low voice. Deeks closed his eyes, stomach clenching tighter with every ring that passed without Kensi answering until her familiar voicemail greeting played.
"She's not picking up for me either," Deeks said, stalking back to the center of the bullpen. "Where are they right now?"
"That's the other thing; their phones are both offline. Last signal was from the landfill, but that was 45 minutes ago." Rountree held himself stiffly, clearly picking up on the tension in Deeks' voice.
"It could be that they've got poor reception," Sam suggested in a calming voice. Deeks flashed him a look of incredulity.
"Then Kensi would have found a way to contact one of us if that happened. Something's not right. Where's her SUV, Rountree?"
"It's still at the landfill."
"Then we need to get out there right now and find them," Deeks said as he reached into his desk for his gun.
"Hold on, Deeks, let's not panic," Callen cautioned him. "We don't want to rush in and tip off whoever might have kidnapped the lieutenant."
"Right, because waiting has always worked out so well for us in the past."
"Deeks—"
Slamming the drawer shut with enough for that it bounced back slightly, Deeks shook his head, and stalked out of the bullpen before he said or did something he would regret.
Callen sighed, glancing to Sam, who acknowledged it with a nod.
"I'll go talk to him. Rountree, you keep trying to contact Kensi and Fatima and see if you can find any surveillance footage," Sam said.
"Right." Rountree started to head for the stair, then turned back, his mask of neutrality completely gone. "Just for the record, I'm with Deeks on this one."
Deeks wasn't surprised when the locker room door opened behind him a few minutes after he entered. He didn't acknowledge Sam's presence, continuing to turn in disorganized circles, resisting the urge to kick or throw something. His temper was just barely under control.
"Deeks, we don't know that Kensi and Fatima are in danger. And if they are, they know how to defend themselves.
Deeks dragged his hands through his hair, nostrils flaring as he finally turned to face Sam.
"Sam, don't try to pull that with me. You know how quickly things can change. Doesn't matter how good or prepared you are."
"Ok, why this one in particular? I haven't seen you in a state like this in a while. Especially without any confirmation."
He fought down the urge to snap at Sam, let his anger and fear loose. That usually resulted in threats of being benched and he didn't intend to let that happen. So he forced himself to respond calmly, even though he felt anything but.
"I've been here with Kensi too many times before. When she went in that silo, when Sullivan took her, when she found Rosa." He broke off and pressed his clenched fist to his chest. "I can feel it. Something's wrong. You know what I'm talking about, don't you, Sam?" Deeks said, quietly imploring Sam to listen to him. Before it was too late.
Sam sighed deeply, and nodded, almost reluctantly.
"I do know that feeling," he admitted. "I trust your intuition, Deeks. I'll tell G we need to head out ASAP."
Sam squeezed his shoulder, and Deeks closed his eyes, grateful.
"Thanks, Sam," he choked out. He just hoped they hadn't waited too long.
