Bold With You (Densi Fanfic)

Chapter 13

WARNING: This chapter could be very sad. If your feeling happy today, save this for tomorrow, unless of course you want to feel sad the by all means, go ahead. :)
Deeks POV
Seven. Seven of the greenhouses. We have been to seven of the eight. Nothing. Not a sign that anyone has actually set foot there for the last year or so. Just one left. Lucky last. Kensi and I are in the car, on the way. She's just sitting with her elbow on the window sill of her passengers seat door, looking out into space.
"Kens, are you ok?" I ask.
"I'm fine."
"C'mon Kensalina. We both know fine never means fine. What's up?" She sighs.
"The case. Deeks, we've both been tortured. We could hardly stand it. But now his nine year old boy is having to go through what we went through. But he's just a kid! This is probably going to ruin his life. He had his whole future ahead of him and now, this one horrible person has just taken his life. Whether or not it be literal. There are some people in the world who just- they're just bad people." She pauses for a second. "I decided I wanted kids one day, Deeks. But now... I just don't know. In this job you get to see what the world's really like. Most people see the light side and the dark side of everything. But we get to see that the world is predominately dark. Why bring a child into that world? I- is it even worth it?"
"Kensi, I know how you feel. But your wrong. It would so be worth it. The miracle of reproduction. A parent's love for their child cannot shield the child from the world. But that's ok. That's life. Life is too short to wake up with regrets. Love the people who treat you right and forget the ones who don't. Believe that everything happens for a reason. If you get a chance- take it. If it changes your life- let it. No one said life would be easy, they just promised it would be worth it. Children are the next generation. To be a part of creating the future, to be a part of creating another life, to be able to give a child a better upbringing than we had when we were kids- what's not to want? Just imagine- in the hospital room, waiting, waiting for your precious baby to be born. Before you know it, you hear a child cry. Your child. Part of you is now alive and has a physical form. You feel this intense rush of love for the small bundle in your arms. Imagine celebrating your child's birthday when they're a toddler. You put their chocolate cake in front of them. No matter how small you cut the pieces they always manage to cover their entire face in chocolate icing. You start to wipe it off, but not before Dad takes a few videos. Imagine your kid's first day of high school. You walk in to their bedroom at 6:30 am to wake them up. The groan and roll over, so you pull out the piano accordion to wake them up. Once you arrive at school they beg you, with the puppy dog eyes and everything, to stay home. You hug and kiss them goodbye and drive away. Imagine your child's wedding day. You help her into her beautiful white gown. You head out onto the decorated beach before she comes out. You start to cry at the sight of Dad walking his baby girl down the isle. Imagine the day your first grandchild is born. Your kid lets you hold the baby first. Everything happens all over again. You contributed to the future of the human race but all you can think about is how time flies and that despite your doubts, it was all worth it. You can't let other people, bad people, in the world bully you into silence, Kens. Never let anyone control, or define your life." I turn my head and take my eyes off the road for one second, long enough to see that my princess is crying. "Aw, Kens. Don't cry. What's making you cry? Tell me and I'll kill it." She laughs slightly.
"No, no, no. It's just, that was beautiful, Deeks. That sounds beautiful. But I don't think I'll actually need to make a final decision for a while now."
We arrive at our final destination. Before we get out of the car I lean over to Kensi and press my lips to hers. She's taken aback for a second but kisses back. I know- I know now that I really do love her. I just don't think now is the time to say.
"I hate seeing you cry." I say into the kiss.
"I hate you seeing me cry." I laugh slightly, knowing that she's speaking the truth.
Although we should be focusing on the case, just being so close to her makes me forget about everything else. She pulls back and I smile at her. We get out of the car and walk further into the massive garden.
"But- but there's nowhere to conceal him here! How can they not be here?!" Kensi says frustrated. I spot something out of the corner of my eye.
"Hey Fern, over here." We walk over to what I saw and I find that it's a note on a piece of brownish paper. I start to read it aloud.
"Hello agents. Obviously you didn't do as you were told, when I commanded you to not look for little Toby. And a 'person' is only as good as their word. Poor Toby might lose a little blood. You will never find this boy. He is mine until the end. Toodles!" I sigh and run my hands through my hair. Kensi calls base. We have to find him. We have to find him.
"Wait a minute!" I shout and run back over to the sheet of paper. "Nell, we got something!"
"What?! Will it lead us to Toby?!" Kensi asks, running over.
"Yes!!! We have something!"
"Wanna share?"
"The-the paper! There is only one company that produces brown paper!! Nell, look at all the 'ColourPaper' factories." I hear Nell furiously typing away on her computer. I turn to Kensi. "Yeah, I know, 'ColourPaper'. Real creative name."
"Oh my god. There is only one, abandoned, factory in the county! Deeks, I'm sending you coordinates. Go get the boy and bring him home. We'll send Callen and Sam." Nell says.
I grab my phone and we run to the car. I pull up the coordinates Nell sent me and speed off.
"And you say I drive like a suicidal person! Hypocrite!" Kensi says. I laugh. We arrive.
This place is old, dirty, falling down, but somehow, you just can't picture it to be where someone is being held. Then again, you can't really, truly imagine anywhere as some place where someone is getting tortured. We see Callen and Sam and we run inside with our guns ready. Kensi and I creep down to the basement. Callen and Sam check out the rest of the building. Kensi creeks the door open.
Oh my god.
I- I just- oh my god.
Is that what it looks like to look at someone who's been tortured?
I see Toby sitting there, his hands bound, his head slung. Or at least what I assume is Toby. He's covered in blood and bruises and cuts and holes. He's unconscious. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Kensi's eyes all glossy. She's tearing up. So am I. I see someone standing in the corner of the room with a ski-mask on.
"NCIS! Hands up!" I shout. The person looks surprised, like he/she didn't know we'd find him/her. I mentally smirk. They put their hands up and Kensi runs over to Toby. I think she's calling the ambulance.
"Why'd you do it? How could you have the capability to do something like that to a child?!" I rip the mask off.
A woman.
A psychopathic woman.
"It was fun. Hearing him scream. Watching him cry. You get the best reaction out of the young ones, it's just fun." She says. Her words were so sick, so wrong, so evil.
"But why him? Why the Hall's? What did they ever do to you?" I ask the woman with short, brown hair. Olive skin. Maybe 40.
"What did they ever do to me? I had a child!" She says, completely losing it. "We lived in Afganistan. Mr. Hall set off a bomb in the poor child centre. Many children died, my daughter being one of them." She says, so calmly now. "I want revenge. I wanted to show him what it was like to lose his child, except I wanted to make the lose worse. I wanted him to feel his son's pain. I wanted his son to feel his father's pain. I want them to be in pain." I cuff her. I don't make an effort to do it gently.
"And your name?"
"Helena Drew." She says, with an evil smile.
"Well Helena Drew, you are going to prison for the rest of you life." And I take her outside and shove her into one of the police cars that arrived.
I see the ambulance speeding off down the road and I see Kensi sitting on a park bench. I walk over and pull her into a hug. I kiss the top of her head.
"Let's head to the hospital." She nods and we get in the car.
Once we arrive at the hospital we are told that he is already awake, but unstable. She shows us to his room. His parents are sitting either side of his bed, crying.
He's twisting and thrashing, banging himself against the weak hospital bed, looking as though he's almost having a seizure. His head is thrown back, his mouth open like he's screaming but the room is eerily silent. His eyes are bloodshot and teary.
And he's in the psychiatric ward.
"The doctor told us he will be mentally troubled from now on." Ms. Hall says.
She takes his spastic hand and gently kisses it.
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Toby Hall committed suicide 9 days later.
He will be missed dearly.
Rest In Peace, Toby.
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I'm so sorry I did that. I just needed to make it so that it's shown that not everything turns out ok. I tried so hard not to cry while I was writing that. 😥. Don't say I didn't warn you 😉
(I just want clarify, read over this and changed it a bit and realized the reason he committed suicide may have been unclear- he's mentally unstable. He went through so much at such a young age and now he can't cope so that's why he was thrashing and that's why he committed suicide. I know psychologically this is incorrect, my parents are both psychologists. But for the simple point of fiction, this is how I wrote it. And for the thrashing- have any of you seen The Hunger Games- Mockingjay? Imagine Peeta thrashing around at the end of it. That's how I imagined Toby)
Anyway, it's a long chapter I know. I love writing really pretty things and I was quite proud of what I came up with here when Kensi and Deeks were talking about parenthood. Please be patient with Densi, I have SO much planned but I just need a few chapters to fill in some time before something big with Densi happens. I was thinking: when I reach 5k reads, I'll do something really special. 10k, something really, really special. 15k, ect. Also chapter 50 will be a very, very special chapter. I don't know what I'm doing, just that it'll be special.