A/N: So this is my first ever NCIS Los Angeles fic! Guys, I'm obsessed with Kensi and Deeks. They are the most adorable ever. I seriously can't stop watching because I just want to see them fall more in love! They are filling some serious holes in my life that Tiva left behind.

This story takes place during the season 2 episode "Disorder". I just had to write some more about Kensi being injured because I knew it would make for some adorableness! Enjoy!

PS: I don't own anything NCIS related.

Special Agent Kensi Blye had shot a lot of people in her time with NCIS. Sometimes they lived; sometimes they died, either way it didn't matter. The feeling was the same every time: the rush of adrenaline, the rapid heartbeat, the roaring in her ears. It was a strange combination of exhilaration and horror and today was no different.

"You okay?" Sam moved toward her, his gun still trained on Talbot's body.

"Yeah. I'm good." It was a lie, one that rolled easily off her tongue after years of practice. She was used to hiding things from the boys. NCIS was a male dominated world and she hadn't risen to Special Agent by whining every time she got hurt; physically or emotionally.

If she had wanted to be honest with Sam she would have mentioned the pounding in her skull and the accompanying dizziness, or the nausea swirling in her stomach, and the dryness in her mouth. She would have said how stupid she felt that she'd allowed herself to be fooled by this man, that she'd let him get one over on her and knock her unconscious. That she'd believed his story and told him things she usually kept to herself.

Instead she simply handed Talbot's firearm to him as she re-holstered her own. "Sam!" Callen came charging toward them with Deeks close behind.

"We're good," Sam assured them as they lowered their weapons.

"I'll uh, I'll call it in," Kensi said. It was an excuse to walk away for a moment; to try and gather herself and catch her breath.

She moved toward the railing of the boardwalk as sirens split the air in the distance. Someone had probably called in the gunshots. Kensi placed the call for the ME and then took a breath, leaning heavily against the railing for support. The dizziness and nausea were getting worse and the heat wasn't helping at all.

"Nice shooting." She turned to find Deeks walking toward her. "You good?" he asked.

"Yeah I'm good." There it was again. The lie she'd been spinning since day one.

"Really?" Deeks raised his eyebrows. "Because you don't look good."

Kensi forced a laugh. "That's a nice thing to say to a girl." Spots danced before her eyes.

"Kensi?" Deeks took a step closer.

Her legs shook and she felt her knees begin to buckle. "Whoa! Hey!" Deeks caught her, his grip firm on her arms. "Sit down."

He guided her to a bench and knelt in front of her. "Talk to me Kensi." The tone of his voice conveyed his concern; urgency colored with a hint of fear.

"Don't tell Callen," she said as she squeezed her eyes closed trying to fight the throbbing in her skull.

"Tell me what's wrong Kens."

"It's just my head," she told him, her voice tight with pain. "He clocked me pretty hard."

"Yeah he did," Deeks reached up and gently probed the bump on her forehead. She winced and pulled away. "Sorry. Headache?"

"Yeah and the world won't stop moving. Feels like I'm seasick," she admitted.

"I'll bet."

Kensi sucked in a breath and tried to rally. "I'm good." She started to move off the bench but Deeks stopped her.

"You're not going anywhere until you've seen a doctor."

"Deeks-"

"Kensi you could have a concussion or a fractured skull. We are consulting a medical professional." It was sharp and direct and it surprised Kensi. Had this been any other time she would have told Deeks to back off, but right now the pain was overwhelming her need to feign a strong appearance.

"Okay. Fine."

"Good. Don't move. I'll be right back."

When he returned minutes later it was with a paramedic in tow. The man got straight to work examining Kensi's head wound. "Go on Deeks," Kensi told him, wincing as the medic flashed a light into her eyes. "I'll be fine."

"I'm good here," he crossed his arms and planted his feet firmly on the wooden planks as if to make his point.

"Kensi?" Callen and Sam had finally taken their eyes off the case long enough to realize something was up with their female agent.

Deeks headed them off before Kensi could get a word out. "Uh hey guys," he moved toward them, blocking Kensi from their view.

"Is she okay?" Sam asked with a frown.

"Yeah, yeah she's fine. Just got to make sure all the brain cells are still intact and all. Can't have my partner a few fries short of a Happy Meal."

They continued frowning at him. Finally Callen leaned around the shaggy haired agent. "Kensi, you okay?" he called.

"I'm good!" Kensi punctuated her words with a thumbs up.

Callen turned his glare back to Deeks. "Come join us when she's done."

"Yep, you got it!" Deeks called to their retreating backs before turning his attention to his injured partner. "How's my girl doing?" he asked the paramedic.

"I am not your girl, Deeks," Kensi said as she held an ice pack to her forehead.

"Ah she's better!" Deeks said wryly.

"It looks like a pretty serious concussion. She should go in for some tests," the man said as he stripped off his gloves.

Deeks looked at Kensi whose eyes were shouting a hard no to that one. "I'll make sure she's taken care of," Deeks shook the medic's hand. "Thanks man."

"No problem. Feel better," the medic told Kensi as he walked away.

Deeks turned to find his partner glaring at him. "I am not going to the hospital," she ground out between gritted teeth.

"I know," Deeks told her. "Come on. Callen and Sam want to have a little chat about our friend over there."

A/N: So? Thoughts? Questions? Concerns? I'll take it all in the reviews! Next chapter coming soon!