A/N: Here's the second part of Frozen. In the first part, Kensi and Deeks were trapped in the cold after hunting down some suspects. Deeks was also injured.

"Oh my god, babe, how could you not feel this?" Kensi asked, kneeling in front of Deeks with his shirt peeled up to chest. Fortunately the cut wasn't terribly deep, but it was bad enough. Bad enough to have soaked through his shirt already.

"I feel it now," Deeks said, yelping as she pressed down on the wound. "Actually, that really hurts. Stop poking it!"

"I'm trying to see how bad it is."

"Well, your warm little hands are heating it up and now it's burning."

Her hands were anything but warm and his blood was actually starting to freeze on his skin and clothes.

"Ok, I'm going to put a bandage on this, see if you can get through to Eric," she told him. She slipped off the small backpack which had a bare minimum of supplies, including a first-aid kit. She tossed an extra pair of gloves to Deeks while he called Eric and then ripped open a bandage.

"No signal," he said a minute later, shaking his head.

"Damn it!" They couldn't stay out here for much longer without any protection, especially with Deeks being wounded. She glanced at him, noticing that the tips of his ears were bright red and if she wasn't mistaken, his lips were just the slightest bit blue. "Deeks, what happened to your hat?" she snapped, realizing that his hair was damp and loose around his face.

"I had to take it off cause I couldn't hear anything and I lost it somewhere along the way," he answered with a shrug. Kensi muttered under her breath, realizing how accusatory she sounded.

"I know you didn't do it on purpose." She grabbed his hand by way of apology, glancing around them.

"We need to start moving, Kens."

"You really think we're going to make it five miles in this cold?" she asked rhetorically. "And it's only going to get worse in a couple hours."

"No, I don't think we'll make it that far, but I remember Nell saying something about there being a bunch of old cabins around here," he said with the barest of grins.

Have I ever-ah-mentioned how much I hate Iowa?" Deeks asked casually, pausing in between words to pull in shallow breaths. "We would never be in danger of freezing to death in Los Angeles."

Despite his efforts to stay positive, the cold was definitely starting to get to him. His toes and fingers were stiff, although he supposed it was a good sign that they were still burning and not numb.

Plus, though he hadn't dared mentioned it Kensi, exhaustion was starting to set in. His legs felt heavy and his abdomen somehow ached and felt numb at the same time. It was a disconcerting sensation.

"With our luck we'd get locked in an industrial freezer or something," Kensi said with forced lightness, pausing in between words to breath. Her arms were firm around him, making sure he didn't stumble over hidden tree roots and rocks.

"I think I saw that on a show once."

"Cabin."

"No, it was called Castle. You know, the one with Nathan Fillion where he's a writer and-"

"No, there's a cabin," Kensi repeated, cutting off his tangent, and pointing to an area maybe a couple hundred feet away. Sure enough, there was a small cabin buried in a dense copse of trees.

"Fantastic," he muttered. As they moved closer, it looked completely uninhabited and probably for some time, based on the piles of snow, debris around the doorway, and cobwebs in the windows.

Kensi cleared the snow away from one of the windows and peered in.

"It doesn't look like there's anyone inside. C'mon." She shouldered the door open, which stuck a little, but eventually gave way with a loud creak.

"Very homey," Deeks commented, shivering as they walked into the small space which was barely warmer than outside. It was pretty barren with just a single cot and bare mattress that had definitely seen better days, a splintered cupboard with a couple pots on top, and most importantly, a fireplace.

"Sit down, I'm going to look for some blankets and firewood," Kensi directed him.

"I can help," he offered, feeling pretty stupid just standing there. It was partially his fault they were in this situation. If he'd been a little more careful, he wouldn't have gotten stabbed. "The faster we heat this place up, the less chance we have of becoming popsicles."

Kensi shook her head, already searching through the cupboard. She pulled out a box of instant potatoes and a can of beans and set them to the side.

"And the more you move around, the more you'll aggravate your wound." She turned back to look at him with another can of beans and Campbell's chicken soup in her hands. The faded labels on both made Deeks think they'd been sitting there untouched for several years. "Are you saying you don't have faith in my fire building skills?"

Her breath puffed out in a great white cloud as she attempted to keep her teeth from chattering. He could tell the cold was getting to her too, but predictably, she was ignoring it.

"I would never," he said, dropping his backpack beside the cot. "Kensi Marie Blye's survival skills are world renowned and-agh!" He'd sat down and his cut gave a painful, tearing sensation. Kensi spun around immediately at his scream, but he waved her off, ignoring the fresh gush of blood he felt seeping into his shirt. "I'm fine. I just sat down too fast. Did you find any blankets?"

She gave him a suspicious look, turning back to the cupboard, and pulling out some more random items before she made a triumphant sound.

"Three," she said, throwing him a grayish bundle. "They look a little thin, but I guess it's better than nothing. Ok, I'll get some fire wood and then we're bandaging your cut again. Don't touch it until I get back."

Deeks rolled his eyes at her instructions, which seemed a little ridiculous given the severity of said cut, but didn't protest. He knew Kensi was worried and felt better knowing where he was.

After a few minutes, he stood up again and started pacing, trying to force some feeling into his legs. He tucked his hands under his armpits, singing "Staying Alive" to himself until his voice grew hoarse. Every few seconds, a blast of wind tore through the cabin and blew in bits of snow through minute cracks in the walls and ceiling.

Just as he was getting ready to go after Kensi, the door slammed open again, and she stumbled in with a giant armload of logs and branches.

"I found some wood," she said unnecessarily as he rushed to help her. "There's a shack about half a mile from here filled with chopped wood. I left another pile outside." Her entire face was red and wind-chapped and Deeks wanted to demand she immediately get in bed and cover up.

Since that didn't seem likely to happen, he brought in the rest of the wood while she was distracted with building a fire. By the time he finished, his hands were completely numb, his clothes completely wet and sticking to his skin.

As Kensi finished lighting the fire, he noticed her hands shaking uncontrollably, making her movements jerky and uncoordinated. She'd spent even more time outside, completely unprotected. She fumbled with the lighter a couple times before she managed to set the kindling on top of the logs aflame.

He grabbed one of her hands between his and rubbed them, wincing at the bright red color, and nearly white tips of her fingers.

"Baby, we need to get you warmed up," he said, starting to get truly worried about hypothermia. Even with the fire, it would take at least a couple hours before the cabin was warm.

"I'm fine Deeks," she insisted, tugging her fingers from his. Ignoring his concern, Kensi grabbed her bag again, pulling out more first aid supplies. "Take your coat and shirt off."

Deeks reluctantly pulled off both, knowing Kensi would probably freak out when she saw how much he'd bled. His shirt stuck a little, tacky with drying and frozen blood. He had to admit that the cut looked nasty with varied levels of dried blood smeared all around. As the cold air hit it full force again, it started burning more intensely.

Surprisingly, Kensi didn't say anything when she leaned over him. She dabbed away the fresh blood with a couple cotton swabs and then tore open a packet of liquid bandage.

"Can you hold the edges together?" she asked. That sounded awful as far as Deeks was concerned, but he followed her directions, putting pressure on either side of the cut while Kensi squeezed the glue-like substance on in small incriminates.

"Ok, I think I'm fine with just bleeding out," he groaned a few minutes later, the wound burning as the glue seeped in.

"That is not even remotely funny," Kensi commented tightly. "Besides, I'm almost done." Her hands were still trembling and a little clumsy. He didn't comment on her technique though; if a slightly lumpy scar was the worst result of this catastrophe, he'd be a happy man. Kensi insisted on applying a cloth bandage just in case and then she was finally done.

"Ok, now we gotta get you warmed up," he said as he grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around Kensi's shoulder and then started tugging off his boots and socks.

"What do you suggest?" Kensi asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

"There's only one option." He paused with a boot in his hand and gave Kensi a serious look. "Naked cuddling."