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Collateral Damage, Part 8

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Since they were in the middle of nowhere, and Kensi wasn’t in immediate danger, Deeks had driven her to the closest hospital rather than wait for an ambulance. The entire ride over, Deeks he’d felt a conflicting mixture of relief and fear. He trusted Kensi’s assessment of her health, yet wouldn’t feel easy until both she and the twins were checked out.

Of course, first they’d had to wait for backup to take possession of the man Deeks incapacitated.

Now, they waited once again to be seen by a doctor. The fact that Kensi was pregnant and had a head wound had pushed her first in line for a CT scan, but not to the head of the line. Once she was finished with the scan, a nurse gave Kensi an ice pack, and deposited them in a cubicle.

That had been 45 minutes ago.

Since Kensi seemed reluctant to be apart, Deeks had kicked off his shoes, and lain down, letting her use him as a human pillow. Kensi hadn’t complained once—of course she hadn’t—but Deeks could tell she was uncomfortable. At the very least, they had a full bed.

He felt Kensi relax a little more, her hands going slack on his chest. “Hey baby, you gotta stay awake,” he told her softly.

“I’m so tired,” she murmured, head pillowed on his arm.

“I know, but we need to find out how bad your concussion is before you can. I’m sorry, baby.”

“It’s ok. You’re always—” she paused to yawn hugely. “Always looking out for me.”

“Mm. That’s kind of my job,” he said, rubbing her back just as her stomach made a noise. “You hungry?”

“Kind of. Also a little nauseous. But the thought of hospital food or whatever they have in the vending machines isn’t appealing.”

“I could sneak out and find you some ice cream or a possible,” he offered, and Kensi chuckled sleepily.

“My hero. I don’t want you to get kicked out.”

“I’ll be careful.”

Before he could act on that plan, there was a knock on the wall outside the cubicle, and a doctor entered, rolling an ultrasound machine along with her. Deeks hastily, slid out of the bed, taking one of the chairs off to the side.

“Hi, I’m Doctor McCormick. I understand you were in a work related incident,” the doctor said, and Kensi nodded.

Any exhaustion and calm disappeared in an instance as Kensi sat up, her fingers twining together.

“I was knocked out. I think I have a mild concussion, but I’m more concerned about my pregnancy. I’m approximately thirteen weeks along with twins,” she explained.

“Right, that’s what I see in your chart.” The doctor took the rolling stool and faced Kensi, her expression compassionate. “Are you experiencing any abdominal pain, bleeding, or other unusual symptoms?”

“No. I’m nauseous, but that’s been off and on for a few weeks. Not to mention the concussion.”

“Ok, well that’s good. I’m going to do an ultrasound just to confirm,” she said, prepping the machine. Kensi’s face fell, and the doctor hurried to reassure her. “This is just precautionary. I don’t want you to worry for without reason.”

Kensi reached for Deeks’ hand, squeezing tightly as Dr. McCormick pressed the ultrasound wand to her abdomen. Despite the doctor’s assurances, he could feel Kensi’s anxiety mounting. The pulse in her wrist fluttered rapidly under his thumb, her shoulders tensed and drawn towards her ears.

“Hey, it’s ok,” Deeks whispered in her ear, rubbing small circles into her skin.

“Ok, I see Baby A and Baby B,” Dr. McCormick interrupted gently, pressing the wand firmly over Kensi’s skin. “They both appear healthy, the placentas look good, and I don’t see any internal damage.” She shifted the wand and a soft whooshing filled the room. “And we have two strong heartbeats.”

“Oh thank god,” Kensi gasped, pressing her free hand against her mouth and collapsing into Deeks. He let out a relieved sound of his own, kissing the side of her head.

The doctor smiled kindly at them, cleaning up the equipment. “We’re going to run a few more tests to be sure, but assuming your CT scan is clear, I think you should be able to go home tonight. I’ll be back in a little while to answer any questions.”

“Thank you, doctor,” Deeks said fervently.

“Of course. Congratulations.”

“We’re ok,” Kensi repeated, almost like she didn’t believe it.

“Yeah, you are.” Deeks climbed back up on the bed, and Kensi immediately flung her arms around him.

“I was really scared out there,” she admitted, her lower lip trembling slightly. “It’s not just me anymore.” Her hand dropped to her stomach, and Deeks covered it. “I keep telling myself that I can keep going for a little bit longer, but this was so awful.”

“Me too. I was terrified every second you were missing. I might have gone a little crazy on one of the guys back at the house,” he said.

Kensi’s lip quirked slightly, and she reached over with her other hand to clumsily rub his knee. “I would expect nothing less.” She pressed a kiss to his arm, shifting upwards so she could lay her head on his chest.

At another time, he would have mentioned leaving. How they’d talked about getting out before they ran out of luck and today proved his point. Instead, he stayed silent. He was just happy to be together, everyone in one piece.

“I think I need a break after this,” Kensi murmured several minutes later, her face smashed against Deeks’ chest. “A long break.”

“I could use a vacation,” he agreed. “How long are we talking?”

Kensi shrugged. “A few weeks. Maybe months. We’ll see how long my vacation days last.” Her grip tightened on him, and when she spoke again, her voice shook slightly. “I want to enjoy my time with you and the babies without worrying.”

“That sounds amazing.” He swallowed thickly. “I love you, Kens.”

“I love you too.” Tilting her head back, she kissed him, then settled back against his chest with a tired sigh.

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A/N: I hope you enjoy the hurt/comfort and angst.

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #densi #hurt/comfort #Kensi whump #worried Deeks #angst #collateral damage #part 8 #post series au #ejzah fanfiction

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At least watching procedural for the last 15 or so years has some benefits. I’m pretty good at answering the medical care parts of CPR.

#I can also analyze a show and pick apart their technique #lock your elbows! #that’s not nearly fast enough! #you call that deep pressure?

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What exactly is ASHA doing that they require $511 of new SLPs money for membership? That’s half a thousand. From mostly recently former students who probably don’t have a lot of money.

#asha #personal #speech pathology #I haven’t even paid it yet and I’m mad #I’m not exactly hurting but that’s still a significant chunk

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#so close #densi

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#I would probably pick Oreos or Rice Krispies treats #because I’m a child #but what about chocolate covered caramel #like a real thick chewy square of caramel #I live nearish in the same state where Albanese is and they make amazing chocolate caramels #I think I’ve gone completely off topic

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Now I’m just imagining sam booking it out of there with a clown running after him.

#ncis hawaii

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Well, now Sam is going to have Ernie owing him for a tribute he didn’t even want.

#ncis hawaii #I’m starting to like Ernie a little

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Very smooth. No one will notice anything or ask any questions.

#ncis hawaii

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“Ok, I’ll do it. But you’re a bad salesman.”

I was going to say, Sam isn’t exactly making this deal very attractive.

#ncis hawaii

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Oh, I forgot about Sam and clowns! Wait til the LA team find about this.

#ncis hawaii

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Sam is just so happy with himself.

#ncis hawaii

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A/N: Kensi loses something of sentimental value.

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Deeks: Baby, I am so sorry. What can I do to make it up to you.

Kens, subdued: It’s fine. Let’s just try to move on and pretend it didn’t happen.

Deeks: I’m going to be thinking about it all day.

Sam: Alright, what’s going on with you two?

Deeks, reluctantly: I…I threw out Kensi’s original copy of Titanic.

Kensi, touching his shoulder: In his defense, it was in with a bunch of other things I was getting rid of.

Callen: So get another one. There’s gotta be a million DVDs floating around.

Kensi, with mild outrage: This is not just some DVD. This was the original VHS I recorded. I stayed up til two taping to get the entire movie.

Sam, frowning: Wait, let me get this straight. You’re this upset about a home-taped copy of Titanic? What the hell is wrong with you two?

Kensi: Hey, I have a lot of special memories attached to that tape.

Deeks mouthing behind her: Jack Dawson.

Sam: There’s something seriously wrong with both of you.

Deeks, nodding: Yes, but we don’t have time for a therapy session.

#ncis la #marty deeks #kensi blye #densi #Sam and Callen #ridiculousness #dialogue drabble

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#I’d guess at least 30 but it could be far more

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Watching the fifth season of White Collar and getting annoyed all over again.

#white collar #of all times to attribute Neal’s actions to being a criminal and nothing more #this was not it

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Im curious.

#yes #I can’t recall at the moment but I know I have

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There's a Story to be Told: NCISLA Fan Fiction

A/N: I can’t recall if it’s ever implied or stated if anyone besides Kensi, Hetty, and Nell knows about Deeks’ father and the shooting. I feel like it must have come up at some point. So, this little fic explores that very question. *** Eric  July 2011 “Hey Eric, would you be able to find me some information on a person who died?” Deeks asked. He’d found a few moments where everyone else was…

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#wikiDeeks #fanfic #ncis la #I wrote another thing