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There were noises of unrest and orders being shouted in the hallway as Sam and Callen barricaded the room by stacking things up on the desks. There was a gap away from the wall about three feet where the desk sat, where they piled up filing cabinets and boxes. Deeks sat next to Kensi, shouting directions to other agents and backup into his little earbud, while also trying to rouse Kensi awake. When Sam accidentally dropped a filing cabinet at the same moment Deeks yelled Kensi's name for the hundredth time at her unmoving face, she began to stir.

"She's waking up!" he announced to other agents, his voice mingled with worry and relief. He held her steady as she blinked awake.

"Deeks?" she asked confusedly. "Why are you all wet?" she moved her hands to her stomach and gasped from the sudden pain.

"It's okay, it's okay, help is coming." Deeks reassured her.

"What happened? Where am I?" she demanded, terrified. Deeks was intrigued to see actual fear in his partner's brown eyes. "Ugh, my head." she groaned.

"Try not to move, Kens, we don't know what's broken." Deeks said.

Kensi's eyes were fading again, causing Deeks to panic. "No, Kens, you've gotta stay with me." he snapped his fingers in front of her face "Stay with me, Kens."

"My head..." she croaked, her eyes squinting in pain. Deeks put his hand on her forehead, trying to soothe her anguish.

"It's gonna be okay." he said, but his voice faltered.

"Deeks, they're coming!" Callen called. From the door at the front of the room came huge, shaking pounds as the men banged against the barricaded door.

"Kensi, cover your ears." Deeks ordered behind him as he pointed his gun towards the violently shuttering door. In the seconds before it burst open, Deeks took a last look at his partner. Her hands were not over her ears like he had said, but on her stomach. Her face was twisted into delusional, disoriented pain, and she was biting her lip over and over again as the nerves in her body began to bruise and contort. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, and he noticed a sickening sign of internal bleeding on her upper thigh. He didn't want to do this right now, he wanted to go and make sure she was okay, hold her hand, make the pain go away.

The red door flew open with a huge crash as the chairs and boxes were pushed to the ground. Two men came in, guns quite literally ablaze. They didn't know where they were shooting, so they went down easily. There was a shocked pause as the other men saw their companions drop, just enough for Deeks to glance back at Kensi. She had scooted back, fueled by a bout of adrenaline brought on by gunfire, and was watching the three men defend themselves, her face tight. She nodded urgently when he looked at her, urging him to focus. Elated by the knowledge Kensi was okay for the time being, he continued to aim, shoot, and kill.

"Backup just arrived, guys, hold on." Eric yelled to them on their earbuds. With alleviation, they continued to fight until the SWAT team started to intervene. They collapsed back, gasping for air. Deeks instantly saw that Kensi had suddenly taken a turn for the worse, her eyes were gone, and her breath was coming out in short, desperate pants. Sam pushed towards Kensi, and took her pulse, watching his watch. He swore under his breath, and motioned Deeks over.

"I need you to use something to stop the bleeding." he said roughly. "He broke a blood vessel down here." he motioned to Kensi's thigh, where a huge purple bruise was spreading. Deeks glanced around for something to use, then tore the sleeve off of Kensi's shirt.

"Where do we put it?" Deeks asked.

"Here." Sam said, pushing up her skirt and begining to tie it around the very top of her leg.

"What are you doing?" Kensi squeaked, trying to sound angry, but coming off as scared.

"Sorry, Kens, it's got to be done." Sam said. "I won't let Deeks look, okay?"

"Thanks." she gasped. Deeks smiled, in spite of himself.

"You guys have to bring Kensi to the paramedics." Eric said suddenly.

"Why?" Deeks replied

"Due to the fact that there might be some crazed armed Russian Mafia members in there, they're requesting that you take her out to the lobby."

"Babies." Deeks mocked.

"It's protocol."

"Since when?" Sam asked.

"Since they've lost a few people while going in under dangerous circumstances."

"Alright." Sam said. "Kensi, what else hurts?"

She raised a shaky hand to her stomach, the right side of her chest, her other arm, and then to her thigh.

"Not your neck or back?" he asked. She shook her head slowly. "Okay, Deeks, me and Callen will cover you guys when we go down here. I think we got them all, but it's a Russian Mafia weapons dealer. We don't know for sure."

Deeks stooped over to pick up Kensi gently. "C'mon partner, let's get you some morphine."

They cautiously stepped over the 6 bodies sprawled across the floor, and entered the hall. Down they went, quickly and quietly. No other men appeared as they walked. Kensi lay, exhausted, in Deeks arms, her teeth clenched against the pain, concentrated on not making a sound.

They reached the end of the hallway and flung open the door to the lobby. The people and dancers in the club had all huddled behind the bar when they had heard the gunfire, and when the door had flown open, a few of the women screamed.

"Federal agents!" Callen announced "We need you to get out that front door right now!"

The group of about a dozen or so were hesitant to stand, but they did, slowly. The group of agents had stopped to wait for the civilians, who crept towards the door, looking around nervously.

Suddenly there was a huge burst of gunfire. "Drop your weapons." an accented voice said from the depths of the club. A moment later, three men appeared from where the voice were all carrying machine guns pointed at the agents.

"Drop it!" Sam called.

"I do not think so." The man in the middle said with a smirk. He waved his hand towards the stage, where three other men appeared. Then the cold, hard metallic feel of a gun barrel appeared at the back of the three standing agents heads. Three more armed men. They were outnumbered. They dropped their weapons in defeat, only to have them collected quickly by one of the men. Another took Deeks' gun from the holster and kicked it away.

The man that they recognized as Dixon was the one who had spoke. "Count the hostages." he ordered as we walked towards the four agents, grinning as though he had just told an excellent joke. "Now...agents, who was the one who keeled my favorite assistant? Hmm?" he paced back and fourth, his gun aimed at Deeks and Kensi. "He was merely putting another whore in her place, eh?" he chuckled.

"It was me." Deeks said.

"Ah, well. I suppose I should be thanking you, Markey had a bit of an anger. But still..." he threw his arm back and punched Deeks in the face, causing Deeks to fall back, Kensi landing on top of him. Kensi groaned as the fractures in her limbs moved, the nerves screaming in protest. "He was a friend." Dixon said down to them.

"Try not to move, Kens." Deeks whispered. She nodded, but barely.

"Tell your backup not to bother. If they show up, we will merely kill you. Understand? Tell them now and then surrender your means of communication."

"Eric." Callen said into the wrist microphone. "Cancel back up. We're in a hostage situation. All communication will be stopped."

"Callen, how many-" Eric started to say, but Callen removed his earbud before he could finish.

"Do what they say." Callen said to everyone.

"Ubiĭstvo odnogo iz zalozhnikov ... pustʹ oni znayut, chto my serʹezno*. " Dixon said to one of his men in Russian.

"Nikto ne umiraet **" Callen said.

"Oh!" Dixon said, pleasantly surprised. "Someone who speaks Russian. You will be helpful. Alright, I will be merciful for now. Nobody dies unless you do not listen, okay?" Another man collected the earbuds and cellphones of everyone while his boss talked.

Deeks pulled Kensi back towards the wall, carefully.

"Right, so, about that help..." Deeks began

"It's okay, Deeks, I'm okay." she said "How are we going to get out of this one?" she struggled to speak, and breathing hurt.

"You know Kensi? I have no idea."

Ubiĭstvo odnogo iz zalozhnikov ... pustʹ oni znayut, chto my serʹezno* - Kill one of the hostages, let them know we are serious. (Russian)
Nikto ne umiraet - Nobody dies (Russian)

A/N: Ohh another Cliffy? Am I just the meanest author ever? Review if you think I should continue! Thanks again you guys for adding favorite stories and author, ect. -Abrielle