Accidentally In Love (NCIS: LA Densi Fanfiction)

Chapter 2- Hurt

Chapter 2- Hurt

*Kensi's POV*

My head was ringing. It felt like I was run over by a train. My whole body was sore. What happened?

I slowly opened my eyes. I was lying on the floor, my hands bound behind me tightly. I pulled myself up to a sitting position and looked around.

It was a small room, windowless and damp. The ragged carpet was itchy and dirty, probably not clean by the look of the dark stains scattered around the room.

The door opened suddenly. I spun around, and clenched me fists. This was one of the men that attacked me at the crime scene.

"Oh good, you're awake." He spat. He had a Russian accent. "Let's go."

I slowly rose to my feet, but then dropped to my knees again. Now he was getting frustrated. He stormed over to me, and grabbed my bound hands, and dragged me to my feet. My shoulders burned with the force. The Russian led me to a larger room. There was a videocamera and  a chair. My heart raced in fear. I didn't even want to think about what was going to happen next.

Once I was strapped tightly in place, the man went over to the camera. 

"You have thirty seconds to prove you're alive. Don't try anything, this isn't live anyways." He growled.

The little red button started blinking frantically. 

"Hi. I'm okay. I probably look like hell, but forget that." I started, my voice quivering. Tears erupted out of my eyes. Then I thought of what happened back at the house. "Deeks, this is not your fault. I shouldn't have left the house. I was caught up in the past, and wasn't thinking. I'm so sorry. Please, just don't give up. You'll get me back." I smiled slightly, remembering the last time I was taken hostage I said the same thing. "I love you all. You're my family. I-" The door swung open again, and different man walked in. He was short, maybe five foot six? He had long, greasy black hair, and dark piercing eyes. He didn't have any knives with him, no bats or hammers. I held back the rest of my tears.

"That is quite enough." He chuckled to himself. "Oh how I hate sob stories. He stepped in front of the camera. "Hello Agents! I'm guessing you're wondering what I want with your precious little friend." He  stepped behind me, and slapped my cheek tenderly. My urge to lay this little shit out was growing by the minute. 

"If you must know," He continued. "She has wronged me greatly. It's a long story, and I don't feel like teling stories right now. His skinney hands slid down my face, and closed in around my neck. I gasped for air, but he just squeezed harder. Black dots appeared in my vision, and the room started to tunnel. The camera seemed to start spinning, and the world turned into darkness. 

*Deek's POV*

I watched in horror as the tiny man choked Kensi until she passed out. Then he released. 

"Wouldn't want to ruin the fun in the first day!" he cackled.

Seeing my partner's body sitting there, lifeless, bruised, broken, and weak, I snapped. I needed to get out of the room. I pushed past Sam and Callen, and rushed into the hallway. I felt like I was the one choking. Sliding into the corner, I craddled my head in my hand. What scared me the most, was what was next for Kensi. I was obvious that this man didn't expect to get caught. He showed his face on video for God's sake. My mind flashed back to the case we were working on. The vicim was brutially tortured, just like Kens may also be.

My head snapped up. The case we were working on. I hurried back into Ops. The video was gone, and everyone was either in shock, or crying. 

"Kensi was the target the whole time. This case was all a set up. They knew we would investigate the murder of a Naval man. They must have somehow knew it would affect  Kens in some sort of way. We need to forget the case, and find out who would want to hurt Kensi."

The team stared at me in silence. Callen was the first to get out of his trance. 

"Deeks is right. Something happened so bad that he wants revenge."

"But, G, why not go after her in her own home or at some other time. Why murder an innocent man just for the heck of it?" Sam questioned.

"I don't know, but we better start figuring it out. For Kensi."

*Kensi's POV*

I awoke to the same place I passed out.  The viceo camera was off, and the short man wasn't there either. I tugged on my restraints. They were too strong. I tried tipping the chair, but the thing was bolted to the floor.

When I finally gave up on escaping the chair, my mind drifted to Deeks and the others. They must be so scared for me right now. I tried to imagine what each of them would be doing right now.

Callen would be pacing, not being able to sit still, and probably punching something in frustration.

Sam would be in the gym trying to think. Trying to understand. 

Nell and Eric would be typing away at their computers, searching everywhere for some sort of clue as to where I am.

Hetty would be trying to stay calm and collected to lead by example, but on the inside she is terrified of something happening.

Deeks would be going insane. He would be yelling order and taking control of everything. When they find me he will be the one in front, searching for me. The thought of Deeks brounght a smile to my face. 

I shook my smile off. Why do I get butterflies whenever I think of him? He is my partner. 

I groaned in frustration. 

The far door opened.

Maybe I groaned too loud?

The short guy was back. This time, he brouht a few toys to the playdate. I could see the outline of different tools and knives pushing through his bag.

Panic took over my body.

"Have a nice nap?" He sarcastucally retorted.

My urge to roundhouse kick was turned up anoher level.

"Why yes I did. I also had a dream that you were dead. It was the best dream that I could ask for in this situation."

He laughed, and sunk down to look through his bag of goodies.

"So, you have a mouth on ya? I like a girl with a little spice."

"Go to hell."  I spat.

He stared at me in awe for a couple seconds. 

"Well I guess I'm meet you there." As he said this, he pluned a knife into my leg. Pain shot thoughout my body, and I blacked out minutes later.

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