"Kensi will be picking you up in 30 minutes," G yells from the kitchen.
"What?" I yell back, looking up from my phone.
"Kensi will be here in 30 minutes," he yells back.
"What?" I hear his footsteps approach my bedroom and he appears in the door.
"Kensi will be..." he trails off as I give him a shit eating grin. "You're such a turd."
"I wonder who I get it from," I say with a smirk. He flips me off and I laugh before climbing off my bed to get dressed.
You put this ↓ on and pull on a pair of Doc Martins.
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I grab my phone before wondering out to the kitchen and see G shoving his phone and wallet into his pocket.
"I'll see you at HQ," he says, grabbing his keys.
"When's Kensi getting here?" I ask as he heads to the door.
"Piss off," he says over his shoulder and I laugh.
G shuts the door behind him as I scroll through my phone looking for a playlist. Finding the right one, I put it on shuffle and begin humming along. I begin making myself lunch as dance along to the music.
I was halfway through making lunch when there was a knock on the door. I pause my music, checking the time while I was at it.
Kensi wasn't meant to arrive for another 15 minutes. I slide my phone into my back pocket and I grab the gun G had hidden under the bench. I creep over to the door and peer through the peephole. A man stood at the door and he knocks again. A shadow against the wall adjoined to the one I was against had me peering back into the kitchen where I see four men sneaking past the window. I could only assume more going down the other side of the house and more were hidden out front somewhere.
"Hello?" he calls. "I just need to borrow a phone. My car broke down and my phone is flat."
I hurry away from the door, keeping quiet and out of sight of the windows. I slip into a closet and call Kensi, listening out for anyone breaking in.
"Hey, I'm almost there," she says.
"Well, speed up," I whisper. "There's men at the house. At least 5, probably more."
"I'm on my way," she says and I could hear her step on the gas. I could hear the guy knock, calling out to me.
"They're European," I murmur. "Couldn't tell where from exactly. He hid his accent well. I'd guess maybe Austrian."
I hear the creak of wood and I knew they were inside.
"They're inside. Call G." With that, I hang up and put my phone on silent before slipping it back into my pocket. I keep my breathing soft as a shadow passes under the gap of the door. Then another shadow. Two more follow before a fifth stops in front of me. I slowly crouch, keeping my movements as quiet as possible. I wrap my hands around the gun, preparing for the closet door to be opened. I hear the intruder take a step forward as another shadow stops beside him. I hear a gun click and the shift of fabric as someone moves.
