Bold With You (Densi Fanfic)

Chapter 4

Last time on BWY:
I hear a gun go off.
Bang.
I fall off my chair. A crimson circle is growing on my shirt. I was hit.
Another gunshot. But I didn't get hit this time.
I feel someone take my hand.
"K-Kensi? Come on, stay with me." It's Deeks.
"But-but I wanna sleep." I manage to whisper.
"Stay awake Kensi. Please. I know it's selfish, but I need you. I need your punches, I need your ponytails, I need our witty banter everyday, I-"
"Your never witty." I whisper.
"Touché." He wipes my single tear off my cheek. "Touché." He says quieter.
I-I can't do this any longer.
I give in to the heaviness, the pain.
I drift off into a deep, deep sleep.
But before I'm out of touch, I feel a pair of lips on mine.
If only I could kiss back.
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Deeks POV
I killed him. The man. I don't know who he was. But he hurt my Kensi. No one gets away with hurting Kensi. Not only did he hurt her but know she might die. I'm driving to the hospital when my eyes well up with tears. Soon I'm sobbing so much I can't see the road through the water in my eyes. I pull over. A woman walks up to my car window.
"Sir? A-are you ok?" I shake my head.
"Is there anything I can do?"
"Can you help my girlfriend survive a gunshot to the abdomen?" Her face is sympathetic. "If not, no. She might even be dead. Oh god, I can't live without Kensi. I don't care about anyone as much as I care about her. I-I don't want another partner. No one punches me like she does. I don't know how I'm gonna survive without Kensi beating me up all the time." I ramble on although the woman won't understand a word of what I'm saying. I bang my head over and over again on the steering wheel.
"I'm so sorry. I'll pray for her." She leaves. I take out a tissue and dry my eyes. I turn on my music to try and distract my self.
But everything reminds me of her.
I start the car and drive off. Luckily the hospital is around the corner. I park the car and sprint to the building. I barge through the doors and run up to the desk.
"Kensi Blye. What room?!"
"I'm sorry sir. She's in surgery." I sigh and run my hands through my hair.
"Will she be ok?" I ask.
"I don't know sir. Sorry." I go and sit down. I continue to run my hands through my hair over and over. Sam, Callen and Granger show up.
"Deeks! Will she be ok?!" Callen rushes up to me.
"They don't know. She's in surgery." I don't look at him. He sighs and sits down next to me. So does Sam. Granger picks up a news paper.
"I saw that. Back at the restaurant. I saw you kiss her." Callen says without looking at me. I don't reply. I just continue to rapidly run my fingers through my hair.
"Are you two... together?" He asks.
"I don't think it's the right time to talk about that." Sam intervenes.
"Wait. You knew?! Why didn't anyone tell me?!" He sounding angry.
"I was scared you would rearrange my face." I say and Sam nods.
"Well, you are going against regulation! What if you hurt her?! That would destroy your partnership and therefore our team! That's not ok!!"
"You know what? I don't care. If she dies in that room, then and only then, will I care. I'll be back." I get up and walk back to the desk.
"I know it's only been five minutes, but have you heard anything?"
"About who, sir?" What?! I asked her 5 minutes ago!
"Kensi Blye!" I yell.
"No sir. She's still in surgery."
"When'll she be out?!"
"I don't know, sir." God, she's no help. I kick the desk. When I turn around I see that now Hetty, Eric and Nell are here. Nell looks like she's been crying.
I sit down and wait. The image of Kensi's lifeless body pops into my head. I try to force it away. It's only replaced with the image of a body bag. Then her coffin being lowered into the ground. Then of me speaking at her funeral. I want to cry. I want to punch something. I want to cry whist I punch something. But I'm not going to. I'm going to stay right here and I'm going to stay strong for her. Also I don't want Hetty seeing me cry and lose my temper.
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8:45 pm
She's still in surgery. Oh my god. How long does it take? At least to find out if she'll be ok or not. I'm still sitting here in the waiting room and the annoying woman at her desk is no help at all. Sam has gone home. So has Granger. Then Eric. Then Callen. Then Hetty. Everyone just left, except for Nell, and I. Nell has been silently crying throughout the afternoon. Callen has bouncing his foot up and down, and would not stop. Granger has been reading newspapers all afternoon. Eric's been reading a book. Sam has been going to get us food. Hetty has just been sitting there, thinking about Kensi's likely replacement, probably. I, on the other hand, have been pacing back and forth across the room, running my hands through my hair, kicking the chair every time a haunting image pops into my head. Now it's just Nell and I.
"I'm so tired." Nell says. "But I don't wanna go home. I wanna be here when she wakes up."
"If." I correct her. "If she wakes up." I say with a shaky voice. She sighs.
"If Kensi wakes up."
The next few minutes are silent. Then I feel Nell's head fall onto my shoulder. She's asleep.
"Nell. Nell, wake up." She wakes. "You should go home. I wouldn't be able to sleep if I tried. I'll call you if she wakes up."
"Promise?" I nod. She leaves.
Now it's just me and my horrifying thoughts in this waiting room waiting- hoping my girlfriend will wake up from a fatal injury.
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Kensi's POV
I'm in a white room. No doors or windows. It doesn't even look like there are any walls. Just light. A room of light.
Is this the end?
Is this heaven?
Am I dead?
A million questions race through my head but there is only one I really need to answer.
Is Deeks ok?
I couldn't stand the thought of someone leaving me alone. But know I'm afraid, I may have left him alone. I can't decide whether or not I want to die, I'm in pain. So much pain. But I simply can't leave the ones I love. I want to get married one day. I want to have kids. I want to grow old and I want to die when my time comes. But, could this be my time? I guess I don't really have a say in whether or not I live. Whether or not I see Deeks again. I know it's only been a few official days, but I've know him for many years and he's always been more then just my partner.
I realise I was walking. I don't know where I am, I don't know where I'm going, but I'm just walking.
I see a figure emerging from the very white light.
"Dad?"
"Kensi!" I collapse into my late fathers arms.
"I missed you." I say, my eyes tearing up.
"I missed you too, sweetheart. I'm so, so proud of you."
"Am I dead?" I ask into his white shirt. He pulls away and stairs into my eyes.
"That's up to you, princess."
"Is this real? Or is it all in my head?" I ask.
"Of course it's all in your head! But why should that mean it isn't real?" I nod.
"What happens now?" I ask.
"You decide."
Life with the living? Or life with the deceased?
I know where I'm going.
"I love you, princess."
"I love you too Dad." But he's gone. He faded away, back into the light.
Then the floor drops.
I begin plummeting into nothingness.
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Deeks's POV
I see a doctor walking down the hall. I can finally learn her fate.
I sprint up to him. He's covered in blood. Kensi's blood.
"Will she be ok?! Tell me she'll be fine!"
"I'm so, so sorry sir. She didn't make it."
My heart drops.
Kensi is dead.
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NO!!!!!!!!!!!!
But remember, there is still something that hasn't been answered. 😈
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