Out Of Sight
wikiDeeks Drabble of the Week for “The Body Stitchers”.
A/N: This is dedicated to all my fellow Deeks and Densi fans who were wanting a little more time with our favorite duo.
Kensi wiped her hands on her thighs, feeling like she needed a shower after touching Cindy Ferguson. She’d passed the woman off to another agent and then headed for the theater where the latest victim, Alexander Hughes, was found.
“Has anyone seen Deeks?” she asked as she scanned the huddle of agents and noticed he and Agent Collins were notably absent. They hadn’t checked in on comms either.
“No,” Fatima answered quickly, hugging her elbows. “I think he was maybe in the storage area.”
“OK.” Kensi pressed a finger to her ear, walking off a few steps. “Deeks? We’re meeting in the theater. Deeks, do you copy?” There was dead silence on the other end, and her anxiety spiked again.
“Kensi, it’s probably just the reception,” Fatima insisted, trying to sound reassuring, but her disquiet betrayed her.
“I’m not taking any chances,” Kensi said tightly, heading for the closest exit with her weapon extended in front of her. She tried to run down the stairs as quietly as she could, but her heavy, uneven breaths betrayed her. With every step, she imagined finding him, crumpled in a dark corner with his throat slit like Tucker, or worse, stolen away to be used for the group’s sick creations.
Every half minute, she called Deeks’ name, in the vain hope that he would actually answer this time.
As she reached the second to last flight of stairs, Kensi heard a clatter from the floor above. Turning back around, she retraced her steps, and flung the door open, running straight into Deeks, who jerked his gun higher for a moment before he recognized her.
“Oh thank god, Deeks,” she breathed, lowering her gun. “You missed the check in.”
“Yeah, we lost reception on comms,” he said, consternation in his voice. “Barrington got away.” He shook his head as he pursed his lips. “I was so close, but I think he went out a back exit.”
Together, they headed back into the stairwell where it was lighter.
“Deeks, don’t blame yourself—” Kensi started to say, breaking off when she noticed a dark red stain at the bottom of his shirt below his vest.
“Babe, you’re bleeding.” She tucked her gun in her holster, running her hands over him. He glanced down in confusion while Kensi inspected his stomach, finding nothing but smooth skin beneath
“Kens, I’m fine, it’s Collins’ blood. Barrington attacked him,” he explained gently.
Kensi took a step back, cupping her hands over her mouth. She suddenly felt shaky with relief at how close Deeks had come to running into Barrington.
“Is Collins OK?” she forced herself to ask. “I didn’t see him upstairs.”
“He said he was, but we should probably go check on him,” Deeks said. His eyes were hard with what she could tell was barely suppressed fury and horror. “It could be worse than he thought.”
“Wait.” Kensi tugged at his shoulder, holding him in place for a moment. Cupping his jaw, she stared into his eyes for a moment, sending out a prayer of thanks that he was unscathed.
Deeks wrapped his arms around her briefly, seeming to understand exactly how she felt even though she hadn’t said a word. He pressed a kiss to her temple, then pulled back, eyes tightening again as he led the way to Collins.
Kensi stayed close to his side, reluctant to let him out of her sight again.