Look After You

Chapter 9

"Where's your partner?"

"Partner? What? Partner?" Deeks says, playing dumb, looking around at the bathtub he's tied up in.

"Your partner? Special Agent Kensi Blye? That partner."

"Oh, yeah, her." He says, staying silent.

"You may not want to tell us, but we'll find her," The man says, with his Scottish accent, dialing a number on his phone, "And you'll just be here, tied up, and not able to do shit for her."

Deeks's face falls, and rage quickly fills in, trying to undo the rope knot on his wrist and ankles, "You don't touch her."

"Oh, Marty, that's not for you to decide." The man pats him on the cheek, rubbing Deeks the wrong way.

"If you touch her, you are going to regret it so bad, man." Deeks breathes heavily.

The man laughs, and walks away, with his phone to his ear.

-:-

"What the hell are we going to do?" Hetty sighs, rubbing her face.

"There's not much that we can do.." Callen shrugs and says, "We search every corner of this resort and hotel until we find him."

"I call hotel first." Sam says.

"Let's get going, then." Callen says, starting for the door.

"I'm going, too." Kensi stands up, placing her gun in the small of her back.

"No, you're not." Nell, Callen, Sam, and Hetty say simultaneously.

"He's all I have, I don't want to lose him." Kensi glares at them for two reasons, a) not letting her go out and save Deeks, and b) for making her open up in a way that only Deeks ever sees.

"And you're all he has," Sam speaks up, "And if you're dead, he won't have anyone."

Kensi huffs, throws herself onto the bed next to Hetty, and rolls her eyes, "Fine."

"This is only being done to protect you, Kensi." Hetty says, placing her hand on Kensi's knee.

Kensi looks at Hetty, and manages a small smile.

"Let's go." Callen calls, "You're coming, too, Nell."

Nell furrows his eyes at Callen, "I'd be of more help here, and I can be with Ken-"

"You're coming, we need your help."

-:-

"She's in the villas in the resort." A big man with blue eyes, all too familiar blue eyes, whispers, and fails to not be heard by Deeks, to the blonde man that was talking to Deeks earlier.

"What the hell are you doing telling me? Go find her." The Scottish man says.

"Yes, sir."

Deeks, still struggling to untie the ropes on his wrists, stops for a moment, listening to the conversation happening a few feet away from him. He breathes in, and slowly breathes out, trying to get himself together.

A man in his twenties, that he hasn't seen before walks in with a plate of food, and a plastic fork and knife, Deeks furrows his eyebrows, and the man explains, "We can't have you starve if we want you to see the death of your girlfriend."

"She's not my girlfriend." Deeks says bluntly.

"Whatever, partner, friend, fuck buddy, same difference." The man sets the food down on his lap, and puts the fork and knife in his hand, "Enjoy that."