Comminication Skills

I Guess Donuts Are a No-No

(Kensi’s POV) I think I was either half asleep or half conscious when I heard yelling from outside. “They’re here! Get ready!” I heard.

            Who’s here? I wondered vaguely.

            There was gun fire and then grunting. I thought I recognized Sam’s voice, but I couldn’t be sure. Maybe I was dreaming. Maybe I was dying. I hurt so badly, everywhere. My t shirt was more like a tattered piece of cloth now. It no longer smelled of Deeks, but of my own blood.

            The door to the room I was in opened and closed, and Alley came in. He had a bomb strapped to his chest and a detonator in his hand. The smile on his face was so evil. “I will end your entire team’s life,” he said slowly and sweetly.

            “Good luck with that,” I hissed. The door opened again and a familiar, shaggy blonde haired guy stepped in. “Deeks, don’t move. He has a bomb,” I warned him.

            He looked so happy to see me. “Kensi,” he breathed. “Oh, thank God.

”Hello, Detective Deeks,” Alley said politely, bowing slightly. “How are you?”

“I could be better, personally,” Deeks responded icily. “Wanna ditch that bomb? It’s really not your color.” Deeks made a move to untie me, but Alley stopped him.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Alley warned him.

“Why the hell not?” Deeks demanded.

“You untie her, I detonate the bomb.”

“No, that’s not how this is going to work. I’m going to untie her, and she’s going to leave. You can blow you and me up afterwards, but she will be safe,” Deeks said in a tone that basically screamed “this is not up for discussion.”

Deeks untied me. I tried to stand, but I couldn’t. Deeks lifted me up bridal-style and carried me to the doorway, where Sam was waiting. “Make sure she’s safe,” he instructed Sam, passing me to him.

“No!” I cried out as Sam began to carry me away. “Put me down!” I needed to get to Deeks. I needed to keep him safe. If he was killed it would be all my fault. “Please, just let me help him,” I pleaded weakly, my head falling against Sam’s muscular chest, as I was no longer strong enough to hold it up.

(Deeks POV) I handed Kensi to Sam and reentered the room. I could hear Kensi objecting down the hallway, but I honestly didn’t care about me anymore. She was safe. That’s all I cared about.

            I squared my shoulders and stared hard at the man that had been torturing my partner for the past week. I was so angry I could shoot him right there, but I needed an explanation. Why Kensi? Why not me, or Callen, or Sam?

            “You have a lot of questions, do you not?” the man asked.

            “I do, actually. Starting with the five W’s. Here’s my personal favorite: Why?”

            The man looked startled by my question. “Why what?’

            “Why torture Kensi? What not me? Why not Callen or Sam? Why Kensi?”

            He shrugged. “Why not Kensi?” he replied evasively.

            “That’s not an answer.”

            “I chose Kensi because she is the nicest to look at. Why you guys in general?? I’ll tell you. It started when I was six. A Marine shot my father in the head, in front of me. You wanna know why? Because when that same Marine was high on drugs, he killed my mom. My dad was going to tell everyone that he was on drugs. This Marine was young and already a Sergeant. There was no way he was going to let my dad get away with that. So he shot him. In front of me. Right between the eyes. My dad never saw it coming.