Our Thing?

Chapter 10

After taking a few moments to relax, Deeks opened his eyes and scanned the room that he was confined too.

Old, cracked, grey tubs were stacked against the far wall. From where Deeks was stationed, he could not see what was being stored in them.

Wooden shelves made of old planks lined the wall that also held the door at which Deeks had entered in. Tools and guns were messily thrown on them.

The deep red stained the concrete where Deeks was sitting. Dried bloody footprints walked around the room, teasing Deeks, saying "Ha ha we're free."

"Wake up!" Yelled a man standing behind the wooden chair.

"Wha-" Deeks mumbled being pulled from his trance.

"Now Mr. Deeks, here are the simple rules. You tell me what I want to know and I will make you have a quick and clean death. I also will do it privately so your pretty little partner of yours won't have to see the worthless life of your drain from your pained body," the man explained.

"Huh?" Deeks mumbled catching the last few moments of the dialogue.

"But if you fail to give me the information I need. You and your partner will die a long and extremely painful death." He finished.

"And who might you be?" Deeks asked being a smartass.

"Snipper. Butch Snipper." He answered.

"Pulling a James Bond huh?" Deeks said in his best 'James Bond,' voice he could muster.

Butch stepped back and leaned against the wall. Looking his prey up and down he could see that this was not the first time that Deeks had been in this situation.

Deeks also examined his predictor. Unlike his workers however, he was calm. Then it hit him.

"What happened to your leg?" Deeks asked.

"That's none of your business." Butch yelled taking a small but sharp knife from the closest shelf and beelining toward Deeks.

Deeks gulped. He knew what was going to happen. Butch approached and starring Deeks into his baby blues, slid the knife slowly into his right thigh.

Gasping from the sharp pain in his right thigh he starred into Butches eyes.

'Cold blooded killer,' Deeks thought ignoring the pain.

-.-.-.-

"Deeks," Kensi sniffled. He was always there for her, and now she can't be there for him. He was there after the hardest time in her life, Afghanistan.

Getting herself together she stood up, determined to know every nook and cranny of her cell. She first examined the door. 'It's not as elaborate as we thought,' she thought.

To the right of the door was another "room" you could call it. If your definition of a room is a concert wall about 5 feet long separating the rest of the cell from what you could call the "bathroom".

The "bathroom" held a bucket over a hole cut out from the concrete and an old mirror.

"A mirror," Kensi smiled. "Mirrors can be used for more than just makeup."

Kensi remembered when Callen used his watch to use Morris Code when he and Sam were captured in a terrorist camp, making it able that her and Deeks could get them both out alive.

"Not a mirror, but same concept," she whispered examining the object.

Moving on she watched the holes in the wall and the marks over the old mattress parallel to the bathroom.

"Someone or someone's were here before us," she concluded seeing the dash marks above the bed.

Thinking like a captive, she lifted the mattress.

There sat the two things that Kensi couldn't believe.

Fastest update in a while huh? Yay! Anyway what do u think it is? A skull? A hamburger? An escape hatch? Nah, I'll give you those lol.

Love you guys!

NCIS LA IS TONIGHT AT 10 (USA)

SO HAPPY.

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