Accidentally In Love (NCIS: LA Densi Fanfiction)

Chapter 62- Vacation (Pt. 2)

Chapter 62- Vacation (Pt. 2)

Kensi's POV

'Well shit.'  Was all I could really think about as my head was smashed into the mirror in the tiny airplane bathroom. I was stunned and caught off guard by the man that grabbed me roughly around the neck and pulled me back against him. I was about to fight back when my back met the rough edges of something under his jacket and the cool metal feeling of his gun pressing against my skull. That thing under his jacket could only be one thing: a bomb.

He pulled me out into the open, where everyone could see us. I spotted Deeks, who was standing in at our seats. He looked like he was about to make a move. 

"Don't." I managed to yell at him before he did something stupid and got us all blown up.

The man fidgeted a little bit, but kept his tightening grip on my shoulder. I stared at Deeks, hoping he wouldn't make a move and start a one-sided fire fight in the cabin of this 747. I let out a breath of relief when he finally put both his hands in the air, a sign of defeat. 

"Good, now, so that everyone understands what's happening here, my name is Kareem, and I have a bomb strapped to my chest and a gun to the skull of this pretty girl." Kareem said, pressing the gun against my head harder with each word. He had a very slight British accent that echoed through my head and caused my stomach to turn. Whatever was going to happen here, couldn't be good. Flashbacks from 9/11 went through my mind, and I cringed at the thought of another terrorist attack happening on this very plane. I had to stop Kareem. I had to disable him and figure out how to diffuse the bomb. But how?

I was suddenly shoved forwards, down the aisle. Kareem was still keeping the gun at a close range, but now he was making his way to the cockpit. 

"Don't try anything, little bitch." A low voice hissed in my ear. My lips pressed tightly together, and I squeezed my fists to hold myself back from punching this guy out right here right now. I could disarm him if I tried, but then I'm risking the lives of everyone else on this flight. As I walked down the long aisle, I could see the terrified faces of the other passengers. Some were crying quietly, holding their children or their significant others close to them. I saw a mother cradling her baby, and I could practically hear the silent wishes for her little one to not wake up or cry. Others had their heads bowed down in prayer. We reached the front of the plane, and the flight attendant was whispering rapidly on the phone. I opened my mouth to warn her, but it was too late. Kareem took the gun from my head, and wrapped his meaty arm around my throat, cutting off my airways. Black dots appeared in my vision, but not before I witnessed Kareem outstretch his arm and fire the gun. The bullet entered the side of the petite blond flight attendant's head before she even had a chance to scream. Blood spattered up the walls, and her body crumbled to the ground. The telephone was now hanging from it's cord, and a faint voice was coming from the receiver. 

I was about to black out when Kareem replaced his choke-hold with the gun to my throat. I gasped for a breath, and regained my composure. 

"Open the door." He said, referring to the door of the cockpit.  

I can't let him kill the pilots. I can't open that door because then he will hijack the plane and this will be 9/11 2.0 for real. I would rather die here than let this happen again. 

"Open. The door. If I have to say it again, I will kill you." Kareem ordered. 

I reached out my hand, as if I was opening the door. In order to reach, I had to turn my body a little bit, so the gun was now hovering just behind my neck. I took hold of the handle, but instead of opening it, I ducked down and grabbed Kareem's arm with my hand. He fired, but the bullet lodged in a SEAT BELTS ON sign instead of my spine. I couldn't let him fall down in case the bomb blew up from the impact, so I would have to go with a soft but firm approach.