Kensi's POV
It had been two months since I had heared his voice. Two months since I thought he was going to be ok. Two months since he had opened his eyes. After the doctors discovered that his kidneys had been injured they put him into a medicaly induced coma to allow his body time to recover. And I missed him. I hate to admit it, but I miss his eyes, his jokes, his smile. Wheneve I asked how long it was until they woke him up, they smiled at me sadly and walked off. It was killing me. Hannah had come to visit me, but I told her to go home after a while. Even Tony and Ziva had got time out of the mental ward to come and keep me company, to try and make me feel better. But there was only one person that could make me feel better at the moment. And that person just so happened to be in a coma right now. Every so often, I would be holding his hand, talking to him, when he would gently squeeze my hand. Every time, hope filled my body, but every time I was dissapointed. I spent all day and most of the night talking to him. Telling him everything. About how much I loved his hair to how the triplets were doing. I knew I was going to regret telling him most of the stuff I was saying, but I couldn't stop the words pouring out of my mouth if someone paid me. I told him how Ziva and Tony were having a little girl and that they were going to call her Tali. I told him that I wanted to call one of the boys DJ, standing for Deeks Junior. I felt him squeeze my hand when I said that so I guessed he like the name too. I spent days, weeks, months talking to him about anything at all. But nothing made him wake up. I even started at praying at some point, praying that he would wake up in time for the birth. That he would wake up at all. Whenever doctor Ricky came in to take blood samples, I would always ask him the same question. Can you wake him up? But he never answered. He simply looked at me with sorrow in his eyes and walked away. I figured that everyone looked so sad because of the triplets, but after Doctor Rickys latest visit, I've started to think that theres something there not telling me. Deeks machines tell me that he's fine. I researched how they work and am now something of an expert. His heart rate was normal, same with his breathing. I wondered what was even wrong with him. Since no one ever told me, I didn't know what happened.
I've spent hours upon hours crying in the last couple of months. I was sitting right next to him, and I never one realied that he was being tortured. I cried because of the flashbacks that came, reminding me that Deeks wasn't the only one that was hurt. I cried for Hannah, who had been forced to kill three people. It comes with the job. But she's 12. You shouldn't be killing people when your 12. Infact, I cried so much, that I can't actually cry anymore. Everyday, I left him for half an hour, and went for a run, took a shower, and ate something. I never wanted too, but I knew that Deeks would want me too. Last weeks, I threatend to shoot one of the doctors if they didn't tell me what was going on with Deeks, but no one said or did anything. I swear I heared a laugh escape his lips when I told him. Every morning when I woke up, I always kiss his forhead. I would tell him how much I loved him. I always hoped that it would wake him up, but obviously it didn't. Sometimes, I considered giving up. Talking to him wasn't waking him up, so what was the point. But I remembered something he told me. He told me that when he was in the first coma, my voice was the one thing that stopped him from giving up. So I carried on. I wasn't going to give up on Deeks, even if everyone else did. I knew the longer he was in the coma, the less likely it was that he would wake up. But he made a promise. He promised me that he wouldn't die. And i trust him, I knew he wouldn't give up. And I knew that he would come back to me. I just had to keep praying. Keep talking. Keep believing.
It had been another month, I was two months away from giving birth, and Deeks still hadn't woken up. I hadn't given up on him, not once. But it was getting harder and harder. Sometimes, the triplets would be kicking and causing me a lot of pain. But I hardly even felt it, I didn't have the willpower to take my thoughts away from Deeks.
So, I was sitting next to him, stroking his hair, asking him to wake up.
"You know Deeks. If you don't wake up soon, I can't say yes," I whisper. Silence. I knew he wouldn't wake up, but I needed him to know that I was going to say yes. More silence.
"You, you were going to say yes?" Deeks asks, his voice barley audible. But I can hear it.
"Of course I was dur brain. Now, are you going to stay awake this time?" I ask, barley able to keep the joy and excitment in. He was awake!
"I was planning on it," He mumbles, attempting to open his eyes. When he does, I lean down and do something I never thought I would be able to do again. I kiss him.
