"Kensi's pregnant?"
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"Oh my god, that's why she was sick for two weeks."
A sharp whistle cut through all the chatter and jarred Deeks enough for him to realize Sam was walking towards him, blocking out everything else.
"Everybody shut up for a minute," Sam said. Gripping Deeks' shoulder, he dipped his head, giving the illusion that it was just the two of them. Deeks focused on the tight, almost painful pressure of Sam's fingers. "Deeks, can you hear me?"
Deeks nodded sharply, purposely drawing in a long breath.
"Good. Now are you sure about Kensi being pregnant?"
"Yeah. She's 13 weeks," Deeks answered, his chest squeezing so tight he thought he might pass out.
"Hey, steady Deeks, it's going to ok," Sam said, centering Deeks with a palm in the center of his chest. Glancing over his shoulder at the rest of the team that Deeks only just now noticed were still watching. "C'mon, let's go take a breather. You guys get everything together. We'll be back in a few minutes."
Deeks numbly followed Sam to the locker room, barely aware of anything around him. In the back of his mind, he knew he needed to rescue Kensi, but overwhelming panic made focusing on anything impossible. Kensi, their children, could be dead right now.
"Hey, Deeks, breathe!" Sam ordered him as he carefully shoved Deeks down onto a bench.
"I—I can't," he stuttered out between ragged breaths that did nothing to stop his fuzzy vision or shaking hands.
"Yes, you can. Focus on me, Deeks."
Deeks looked into Sam's eyes, forcing himself to study the way his pupils almost blended into his irises.
"That's good, Deeks. Now breathe with me."
After an unknown amount of time, Deeks felt his heart rate start to slow, and the tightness in his chest eased.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm terrified, Sam. I feel like I'm about to lose everything."
"That's understandable," Sam assured him. "This is scary."
"If anything happens—this pregnancy is everything to both of us, but for Kensi. I don't know what she would do," Deeks whispered. "This can't be happening."
"We aren't going to let anything happen to them. In order to do that—and I'm probably going to regret saying this—I need angry Deeks to come out to play. Because as destructive as you can be when you're angry, you get things done. And Kensi and your baby need you right that from you right now."
"Twins."
"What?" Sam asked, thrown off by the single word. At any other time, Deeks would have been pleased to shock Sam Hanna.
"We're having twins," Deeks repeated slightly more loudly. He laughed weakly. "Not exactly how we planned on telling everyone." Tilting his head back, he swallowed against his teeth. "I need them back, Sam."
"We're going to do everything in our power to make that happen," Sam told him. "And you're going to be right there with us.
A/N: I hope this was satisfyingly angsty and emotionally whumpy.