The Densi Trap

Chapter 9

It was a Saturday, and Nell and I had decided to meet for lunch near the beach.

We'd just sat down and sipped our water, waiting for the waiter to come back and had a bit of small talk. Eric and the kids had gone to his parents' house in Germany and Nell would join them tomorrow.

My phone started ringing. It was Camille, Bridget's mom. Uh oh.

"Hello?" I said. "Cam, what happened?"

"Andy got shot." said Cam.

"What do you mean? Where?" I pressed.

"Your house, in your room. Andy told Bridget that she would be right back and she went upstairs and-" she couldn't go on. I felt like my heart had shattered and fell into my stomach. Not this, not to my baby girl.

"What hospital?" I asked. Nell's eyes went wide. I motioned for us to leave. She understood. She scribbled on a note, probably for the waiter.

"Pacific Beach Medical." she said, and hung up.

"Kens, what is it?" asked Nell as we walked to my car.

"Andy's been shot. At my house." I said. "You drive and I'll call Deeks."

"Isn't he already at the hospital?" asked Nell, sliding into the driver's seat and fastening her seatbelt. I got it and slammed the door.

"I don't know, but I need to tell him." I said. How was I going to face him? Shut up, Kensi. Focus on your kid. I dialed and waited. It took 2 rings for him to pick up.

"Kensi, what happened? Jack? Andy? You?" he asked.

"Andy." I said. "She was shot. My house."

"How?" he pushed on. I hadn't heard him that worried since we found out about Scout.

"With a gun, Deeks. But no one saw anything." I looked out the window, we were in the hospital parking lot. I jumped out and ran.

"Andy Blye-Deeks? I'm her mother. GSW wound." I asked the front desk.

"2 floor. She's still in surgery." said the nurse. I ran upstairs and found Deeks. He was pacing, tears going down his cheeks. They started down mine too. I forgot ex-wife and husband. I thought partner. I hugged him.

"Anything?" I asked, letting go quickly. "Hit in the chest. Lower, just missed the lung, but still might've torn something. She lost a lot of blood, Kensi." he said.

"Shit. I knew I should've stayed home." I said, guilt taking over.

"Kensi," he said, taking me shoulders. "It is not your fault. We don't know who these guys are or how they got in." I slumped against the chair. My mind went back to my first pregnancy. With Jack and Scout, why couldn't I stop thinking about her?

"Kensi!" yelled Sam as I fell in Ops. Something wasn't right. "I'll get the car!" I heard Callen say. I was still kind of conscious, but I felt so dizzy and I lost my footing.

"Come on, Kensi. Look at me, stay with me, Kens." said Sam, stroking my cheek gently. He lifted me up, and carried me down the stairs.

"Sam... tell... Deeks." I whispered.

"He's on his way to the hospital, don't worry." assured Sam, as he put me in the back of Callen's car, with my head in his lap. We zoomed through the streets, and Sam was talking to me, and to the nurses on the phone.

I was soon rushed into surgery, and Deeks was there too, looking like a surgeon, but I'd recognize those eyes anywhere, even with morphine pounding my system.