Bold With You (Densi Fanfic)

Chapter 5

Last time on BWY:
Kensi's POV
Bang.
I fall of my chair. A crimson circle is growing on my shirt. I was hit.
Another gunshot. But I wasn't hit this time.
I give in to the heaviness, the pain.
I drift of into a deep, deep sleep.
Deeks's POV
I killed him. The man who shot Kensi.
I see a doctor walking down the hall.
I sprint up to him.
"I'm so, so sorry sir. She didn't make it."
My heart drops.
Kensi is dead.
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No.
I drop to my knees, suddenly weak.
I want to burst into tears.
But instead I grab my keys and run to my car. I just drive. I think I know where I'm going but I just drive. When I arrive I run inside. I'm at work. It's about 10:15 pm. I run to the gym.
I want to bash the crap out of something.
I run up to one of those fighting... Things. I don't bother to put gloves on. I start punching and kicking and kneeing the model. Harder than I ever have before. Kensi would be proud.
Kensi.
Tears rush to my eyes.
I try to force them away by punching and kicking even harder. I'm ignoring the burning sting in my hands. I probably split them.
But it doesn't work. I just want to cry so bad.
Kensi is dead. My parter, my best friend, my love. The person I care about most in this world. Is dead. I collapse into a heap of sobs and emotional pain.
I-I think I loved her. You don't know what you have until you lose it.
I sob so much it hurts. Then I remember everyone else. I call up everyone and tell them to meet me here immediately then hang up before they can say anything. I continue to sit on the floor, sobbing my heart and eyes out. I pull my knees to my chest. Nell runs through the doorway. She stops in her tracks. Then Sam and Callen. Then Eric. I don't care that they are seeing me distraught. I hurt too much to care. They are all starring at me, as if waiting for an answer, although by the way I'm acting, they already know. I nod.
"Sh-she's dead!" I say between cries.
Nell falls to her knees next to me. I sob and bang my head over and over again on the fighting model. Callen barges out. Sam's eyes are tearing up, when they spill over. Eric covers his forehead with his hands.
"I loved her." I whisper, not expecting anyone to hear me. I just wanted to say it aloud. Nell hugs me. And cries into my shoulder. Sam comes over and joins. Eric is a bit awkward so he is reluctant to join but he does. Callen soon enters our group embrace. We all cry and hug each other.
"I loved her. I really did love her." I repeat.
"We know. The look in your eyes when you look at her, can only be described as love." Nell says between cries.
"She didn't know! I-I never told her and now it's to late!" I break away from our hug and fall to the ground again. My heart has turned to tears. I've spill them all out.
This grief is overwhelming.
And I probably haven't had the worst of it yet.
"How do people do this?! G-Get over the people they love?!" I say.
"They don't. We never truley get over the people we really love." Callen says.
My body is racking with sobs. It's like I'm trying to muster up all of the pain, agony, heartache and grief and force it out of me by sobbing. When I try to shove it out of my system, the cries come with coughs. Kensi is more than that, though. She is worth more than a couple of tears. She is worth a lifetime of grief.
I mean, she was.
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Kensi's POV
I wake. I'm in a plain white room. But not like the one in my dreams. This is real. It has walls and doors. I'm laying on a hospital bed. There are tubes erupting from my arms. A faint beeping noise is coming from machine next to the bed.
I can't believe it worked.
I wanted to come back. I wanted to live. I wanted to die when my time came and I'm glad that this is not my time. I will see my Dad later. Now, I'm going to make the most of my life.
"Doctor?" I manage to whisper. A man standing in the corner of the room turns around. He has this creepy smile on his face, but I am not one to judge.
"Ms. Blye. How are you feeling?" Ok, I am one to judge. This guy is creepy.
"Uh, fine yeah. Where am I?" This is not the hospital they normally take me to.
"Oh, don't worry about that. We are taking good care of you." He smiles again. I nod. He looks like a psychopathic maniac lion looking at its prey. But they don't make psychopaths, surgeons.
"Is anyone waiting for me? Maybe, a man with long, shaggy, blonde hair? Or a petite girl with red hair and a fringe? Anyone?" I ask. I really want to see my friends. And Deeks.
"I'm sorry Ms. Byle, they all left. We asked them where they were going but they said they didn't really care if you made it. They didn't even look worried at all." My heart drops. They don't care if I live or die.
Wait a minute.
They do. My friends are the most amazing people and Deeks told me himself that he needs me. Of course they care. Something's up with this guy. He's lying to me. Maybe he's not a real surgeon after all. I'm not going to let him know I suspect him of something. I could get hurt.
"How long until I can leave?"
"Oh, its going to be a long, long time, Ms. Byle."
"Mmm, cause, this place is really plain. Do you have anything to decorate it with? I know! How about your credentials! Don't they give a bunch of those certificates out in med school? For you degrees in medical... stuff? That would be perfect!"
"No. Go back to sleep." He promptly grabs a syringe and sticks in the insert to one of the tubes feeding into my arm. He's drugging me and I have a feeling it's more than a little dose of Panidol. I give a 'thank you' nod and close my eyes, pretending to fall asleep. He turns and exits the room. I open my eyes back up and rip the tube out of my arm. I need to get out of here. I need to figure out why. But I need to take this slowly. If he finds out I'm on to whatever he is doing, I'm really good as dead. I take in every detail of this tiny room I'm in. Fading white paint. Distorted window to my right. Painted shut. White door to my left. Locked. Bed and machinery in the middle. Dirty, old, broken mirror in the corner of the room. Talk about 7 years bad luck. Wait. Mirror. Broken. Glass. Sharp. Weapon. Smilyface. I have a plan. This room is really cramped. I could use that to my advantage. The door swings open and I shove the tube back in my arm. I pretend to slowly open my eyes to make it look like he just woke me up. His creepy smile returns.
"Feeling better?" He asks.
"Yeah, yeah. Definitely. Um, I was wondering. What's your name? If like you said, I'm going to be here a long, long time, I should at least know your name. The doctors at the other hospital usually introduce themselves straight away. Are there any other doctors here? Nurses? Other patients? Where are we, anyway?" I try to sit up to see if I can see anything out the window.
"You ask a lot of questions, Ms. Blye. Just relax, we are taking good care of you." That's exactly what he said before. I'm not getting anywhere with him. I pretend to look uncomfortable, bothered.
"Um, doc? This room is really, really small. A-And I'm sort of claustrophobic. Can I go for walk or in a wheelchair or something? Get out of this tiny, really tiny, room?" He sighs, annoyed.
"What happens if you stay in confined spaces to long?" He says trying to get a way out of letting me out.
"Uh, I start to freak out and go crazy and scream. Like really loud. Just getting out every now and then couldn't be of any harm to my condition. I don't really want to start trashing the place and yelling at the top of my lungs."
"Ok, ok. I'll figure something out. I'll be back." He walks out the door. A minute later, Dr. No name, barges through the door. He looks like a Rob. I'm gonna call him Dr. Rob.
"So... I'm here to keep you company. Get your mind off the room. You'll get used to it. Anyway, is there any one special? Have you found Mr. Right yet?" Ah, he wants information on who I care about.
I'm not going to give him information on my friends.
As long as I'm here, he won't lay a finger on my loved ones.
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Yes, I am aware that I used the words 'sob', 'sobs', and 'sobbing' six times in this chapter. I just couldn't find any other word that could completely convey the gut wrenching agony and grief he was experiencing. The word cry, for me, doesn't completely explain how distraught he was.
Hey, so yes!! She's alive!!! But that Dr. Rob guy is creepy! 😷 Always got to watch out for those Robs'. (I'm kidding, I'm hilarious! 😂 Kidding again.)
But yeah so how's she gonna get out? Is she gonna get out? Will Deeks (and others) find out soon? Who is this guy? Why does he want to hold Kensi captive? Who shot her in the first place? I ask a lot of questions 😜.
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