Prompt: Can you please write a story about Deeks being really sick/or injured and needs some kind of an organ transplant and the only match would be Kensi/ or his son but he refuses at first because he doesn't want to harm them in any way.
A/N: This one was quite difficult to write for obvious reasons. I wasn't able to figure out a way to include a bio kid in this, so I hope that's ok.
Kensi hurried into the bullpen, tossing her purse on her chair as she rifled through the mess on top.
"Kensi, hey. Didn't know you were coming in today," Callen said, jogging down from OPS.
"I'm just here to grab a few things and then I have to go to another appointment with Deeks nephrologist and then some more tests," she replied, focusing on finding the last report she'd worked on before everything imploded. She needed something to keep her mind busy.
"And how's Deeks doing?"
"Um…" Kensi pressed her lips together, a familiar wave of emotion coming over her. "He's, uh, he's hanging in there, but it's been rough. You know he likes to fix things and unfortunately neither of us can do that. We just have to trust that the doctors know what they're doing."
It had all started with a collection of vague symptoms. Easy fatigue, frequent headaches, dizziness. At first, they'd just passed it off as the result of stress and lack of sleep. After months though, when the symptoms didn't go away with a week off and the nausea kicked, they couldn't ignore it any longer.
A week, and multiple doctor appointments later, Deeks had a diagnosis: Kidney Failure.
It was shocking and terrifying. Deeks was young and healthy, how could one of his kidneys be diseased? The question played on repeat through Kensi's mind at every appointment, every consult, the treatments that were now a daily part of life.
"Kensi?" She blinked, zoning back in after an unknown amount of time to see Sam staring at her with concern and sympathy. "You ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired and trying to keep up," she answered with a smile that she knew didn't make it to her eyes. "It was good seeing you, but I have to run." In a hurry to get out before Sam asked any questions, Kensi shoved a bunch of random stuff into her bag. "Let everybody know I said hi."
"Hey, do you want to build a boat?" Deeks asked, nudging Kensi's shoulder. She frowned and he held up a tattered magazine with a shiny canoe on the front.
"Mm, I'd need something a little roomier," she replied, like they weren't waiting to hear his fate, and simply discussing their weekends plans instead.
Deeks preferred it that way. She'd only seen him crack one, when the doctor first delivered the news, actually giving in to tears and weeks of the unknown. Since then, he'd been almost defiantly chipper, determined no matter what.
"Ok, then what about an RV?" He held up a separate magazine now that promised to hold all the secrets to living the "perfect RV life". "We never did get around to buying that Spinner van."
He arched an eyebrow at her, somehow managing to make it sound dirty with a single gesture and returned to his reading.
Kensi studied his face from the side. There were deep shadows beneath his eyes that spoke of exhaustion that no amount of sleep could ever cure. God, she loved him. And she was so terrified of losing him.
Silencing that train of thought, Kensi shifted in her chair, the change doing nothing to make it more comfortable. Everything was wrong here. The chairs were too stiff, the music too quiet and falsely calming, the room too sterile. It grated on her already frayed nerves.
"Mr. Deeks?" called out, peering around the room.
Deeks instantly tensed, head snapping up with a sharpness that betrayed his anxiety. He tossed the magazine to the side, and wordlessly reached for Kensi's hand as they both stood, and followed the nurse through to a patient room.
The doctor was waiting for them, which made Kensi's stomach drop.
"Marty, Kensi, come in," he greeted them, gesturing for Kensi to shut the door.
Deeks had successfully concealed his apprehension and reached to shake the doctor's hands.
"Dr. Nehme. I'd say it's good to see you but…" Deeks trailed off with an ironic shrug. "Well, you know."
"I do," Dr. Nehme agreed quietly. From the day they met Dr. Omar Nehme, Kensi had liked him. He was caring, yet straightforward, without any of the beating around the bush some of the other doctors seemed prone to. "Why don't you two sit down."
They did as suggested, gripping each other's hands as they sat in the hard plastic chairs, praying for good news.
"Gotta admit, you're not giving me a whole lot of confidence here," Deeks drawled after a moment. Dr. Nehme folded his hands together, facing them openly.
"Marty, I know you were hoping that the dialysis and other treatments would be enough to see a change in your kidney function." He paused and Kensi gripped Deeks' hand even tighter to stop it from trembling. "Unfortunately, your creatinine numbers haven't improved. They've gotten worse."
Kensi chest tightened and she couldn't breathe.
"Ok, well, that's not ideal," Deeks murmured. "So, what's the next step?"
"Right now, your best option is a kidney transplant," Dr. Nehme answered, looking between them.
Kensi distantly heard Deeks say something, she knew she should be listening, but she couldn't when everything was crashing down around her.
A/N: Ok, I'm playing fast and loose with medicine and disease here. Please ignore this. I don't want to hear how implausible it all is because I already know it.