Author's note- I'm so sorry it has taken me this long to update this story. I've been putting it off due to a stack of things outside of my control. I've had a few requests for it to continue, so here's an update. I really hope you enjoy it and once again, I'm sorry for the delay.

The Jeep jolted painfully down the track. Deeks shifted a little, jamming his shoulder against the door. His hands were still tied behind his back, trapped painfully between his body and the seat. Kensi was slumped against him, head resting on his chest. The blindfold had slipped, uncovering one eye.

She blinked, forehead wrinkling as she came around. "Wh… What's going on?"

Deeks bit down hard on his lip, trying to quell the desire to touch her, to soothe her distress. He pulled against the zip ties binding his hands, but there was no slack in them. "Honey?" he said, pitching his voice low. "Are you okay?"

"What hit me?" She licked her lips. The blindfold had pulled her hair into a giant snarl at the side of her head. "Where are we going?"

"Stun gun," Deeks said. "No idea, but it's not with our usual driver."

The scant light made it hard to tell who was driving the Jeep, but it was enough for the blonde man to tell it wasn't Ben. The man in the driver's seat was taller and broader than Ben.

"Shut the hell up back there!" the driver snarled. He turned the jeep off the rutted track and onto a fire road.

Kensi rubbed her cheek against Deeks' chest until the blindfold slipped off her eyes completely, dangling around her neck.

They drove in silence for a while, broken only by branches beating against the side of the Jeep as the trail gradually became more overgrown.

Where the hell is he taking us? What's going to happen when we get there? Kensi thought and shifted again, trying to get comfortable. Her body ached, and exhaustion kept swamping her, threatening to sweep her away. The fear held it back.

She caught her partner's eye, noting the worried frown on his face. He doesn't like this either, she thought.

The Jeep bumped to a halt outside of a large, dark building. Before they could react, the driver had opened his door and stepped out. He yanked the rear door open.

"Get out," the driver said, pointing a gun at them. "Walk over to the building."

Deeks slid out first, waiting for Kensi to wiggle free of the vehicle before he started walking over the rutted ground. The building in front of them was made from weathered wood. A pair of wide doors filled one side. Both were open.

"Inside," the driver said.

Kensi stumbled. Deeks turned, letting her lean against him as they made their way to the building. The blonde man strained his senses as he approached. Well, I can't hear anything bad, he thought but that doesn't mean there's not someone with a gun waiting inside of that door for us. A faint scent of decayed wood drifted from the building, undercut by a sharp chemical tang he couldn't identify.

He braced himself and stepped through the door, blinking as his eyes struggled to adjust to the blackness inside.

"I don't like this," Kensi muttered against his chest.

"Me either."

The driver herded them towards a small, self contained room. "In there."

Kensi walked through the door first, eyebrows lifting when she saw what was inside. A long, low couch filled most of the space, just leaving room for a hard wooden chair and a large, dark wood cabinet. The door was the only way in or out, apart from a tiny window set high in one wall.

"Make yourselves comfortable," the driver said and slammed the door, locking it behind them. "I'll be back later." His voice faded as he walked away.

"Okay, what the hell is going on?" Deeks growled.

Kensi shook her head. "I have no idea, hun." She moved gingerly away from the wall, dropping down on the couch with a grunt she couldn't quite hide. "Can you get your hands free?" she asked her partner and set to work freeing her own hands. The couch helped, let her work her wrists down past her knees and then to her ankles. The movement sent spikes of pain through her back and ribs, but she managed, twisting her shoulders until she thought they were going to pop. Her hands slid over her booted feet, taking more skin off her knuckles. She flexed her fingers gingerly and stood, blinking as a wave of dizziness washed over her.

"Honey?" Deeks called, watching her pale. He worked his hands free just in time to catch her as she slumped sideways.

"I'm okay," she said, gripping his arm. "Just a little dizzy."

"Do you want to lay down?" the blonde man asked. "I'm gonna look about, see if there's anything useful we could use."

She gave in to the idea without a fight, which scared him more than anything. He crossed to the cabinet and fumbled the doors open. "Huh."

"What?"

He pulled out the large first aid kit and carried it over to the hard wooden chair, setting it down and stooping to open it. A pair of scissors glinted on the top. "Score!" He freed his hands and turned to do the same for Kensi. She was slumped on the couch, exhaustion and pain and shock finally taking its toll on her.

"Let me clean those cuts," Deeks said and rifled through the first aid kit, finding wipes and an instant ice pack. He activated the pack, setting it on the floor while he found dressings and tape. "What are we going to do?" he asked quietly while he washed his hands with an antiseptic wipe. A bottle of saline solution caught his eye and he lifted it out too.

She rolled her head towards him. "We're don't know where we are, and we have no supplies. I say we stay put, see how this plays out."

Deeks willed his hands to stop shaking as he carefully placed the ice pack on Kensi's throat. Livid bruises covered her neck, dipping below the blood caked t-shirt she wore. He picked up a wipe from the pack on the floor next to him and used it to wash a smear of blood from her cheek, carefully avoiding the cut on her temple.

"I hate to say it, but I agree," he muttered and picked up a tube of antiseptic cream, carefully smearing it over the various scrapes that he could see. "Can you turn over? I want to look at your back.

She bit back a grunt as she rolled over, releasing a cloud of dust from the couch that made her wrinkle her nose.

Deeks lifted the t-shirt from the bottom of her back. Blood glued the cotton to her skin. He used the saline to loosen it and folded the material back on itself, wincing as he saw the bruise that had spread over her skin. The Taser had left a pair of livid welts where it had hit. He cleaned the marks and spread some salve over them, adding a dressing and taping it down. He let his hand linger on her skin, reluctant to break the contact. She turned and looked at him over her shoulder. "You might as well get comfortable," she said and patted the couch by her head.

He tugged her t-shirt down and stood up, taking the seat and letting her rest against him. One hand fell naturally over her shoulder, fingers idly stroking her skin. He'd just started to relax a little when the door opened.

"Well, isn't this cosy?" Steele said. "Our two little lovebirds, all wrapped up in each other." He stepped through the door, casually pointing his gun at Deeks. "Get up and get against the wall. Your little lover here is coming with me."

"What?" Deeks snapped. "She's not going anywhere without me."

Another two men came through the door and grabbed Kensi by her arms, dragging her upright. She struggled, getting in a few solid kicks. "Get off me!"

Steele grabbed her chin and forced her head up. "If you don't go, I'll shoot your husband in the gut and leave him to die." He smoothed his thumb over her cheek. "I've heard it's a horribly painful way to die."

"Alright, I'll go." She turned her head and met Deeks' eyes. Words failed her and in the end, she just offered him a smile. "It'll be okay, hon," she called before they dragged her out and into the waiting car.

"Where are you taking her?" Deeks demanded. "What is going on?"

Steele dragged the hard wooden chair into the middle of the room, casually kicking the first aid kit out of the way. "You'll find out soon enough." He punched the blonde man in the gut, doubling him over and yanked him over to the chair, forcing him to sit. Deeks gagged and coughed, trying to pull air into his abused lungs.

"Me and you are going to have some quality time together until she gets back." He fastened the detective's arms behind the chair, then bent to do the same to his legs. "Somehow, I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy it a lot more than you are."