A/N: A little fic I based on one of the sneak peeks with Densi for "Maybe Today". Written before the episode aired.


"Be careful," Deeks hissed in warning as Kensi moved towards the back door. Before either of them could react, it flew open, a rapid spray of bullets flying the air. They both threw themselves to the ground.

Deeks rolled onto his back in time to see a tall man with a ball cap bulled over his head emerge, the gun in his hand aimed in Kensi's direction. Without pausing, Deeks aimed and fired, watching the man sink to his knees and collapse on the small stoop.

Getting to her feet, Kensi bent over to check the man' pulse, and secured his gun.

Deeks made to sit up, but winced as a sharp pain lanced through his left arm. He glanced at his right bicep, somehow vaguely shocked when he saw dark red blood quickly saturating the fabric of his shirt. He clamped his hand over the wound.

"He's dead," Kensi said, rising from a squat. "How's the other guy?" When he didn't answer, attention consumed by the pain and dizziness engulfing him, she turned. "Deeks—oh my god!" she gasped, rushing towards him.

She dropped to her knees by his side, eyes horrified at the rivulets of blood linking from between his fingers. "Baby," she breathed.

"It's worse than it looks," Deeks managed, even as he lost his ability to stay upright, landing heavily on his side.

"Ok, it's going to be alright." She didn't sound certain at all; if Deeks had the energy, he probably would have been worried. Right now though, he was just trying to keep his eyes open. With every second, he felt less solid, his head fuzzy and vision darkening.

He closed his eyes for a second and when he opened them again, Kensi was ripping a colorful sheet into shreds.

"Baby, I need you to keep your eyes open," Kensi called shaking his shoulders roughly. He blinked, not realizing he'd closed them.

"Sorry," he muttered.

Kensi wound a strip of fabric around his upper arm and he groaned, the pain of the modified bandage arousing him from his stupor. He fell back, panting softly while Kensi whispered soft apologies, tying off the ends of the bandage.

"Hey baby, the ambulance is on the way," she told him, making him wonder when she'd called. "So I need you to stay with me 'til they get here, ok?"

"Kensi…"

"Did you hear me, Deeks?"

"Need t' tell you something," he said, drifting again.

"You can tell me whatever you want," Kensi said, her voice shaky.

Deeks smiled, oddly warm. "Love you," he murmured.

"Deeks, don't you dare try and say goodbye." Something shook him. "Deeks? Deeks!"

And he heard no more.


A/N: Yes, I pulled this whump and angst from absolutely nowhere. And no, it's not a death fic.