Kensi Blye (kensi_blye) wrote in omega_reality, @ 2011-02-21 21:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2011 02, character: g callen, character: marty deeks, character: sam hanna, character: savannah monroe, dead: henrietta lange, dead: kensi blye, dead: leon vance |
RP: Kensi & Leon
Who: Kensi, Leon, Hetty, G, Sam, Marty & Savannah
Where: Base then Sam & G's house
When: February 21, 2011
Summary: Kensi's the latest OSP member to fall into the rift. They're really starting to be careless.
Kensi liked the gym.
She loved the adrenaline she got from sparring with others, the knowledge that her body was getting fitter, the way she felt afterwards. Despite her love for junk food, Kensi knew the importance of staying fit and keeping herself healthy and pitting herself against other special agents was one of the perks in her job. At least if she was going to have her weaknesses exposed, it was by somebody fighting for the same side as she was.
It wasn't the same in San Diego though, even if everybody was nice to her and friendly. She still missed the closeness of the OSP and the fact that she knew everybody there so well, even Deeks with his idiot comments. San Diego didn't feel the same as it had done first time and she wished everybody could come back off their missions so that they could restart. Kensi didn't know where anybody was. She'd heard whispers, it was hard not to when so many people just upped and left on missions, but she hadn't gossiped and she'd heard even less since Gibbs sent her to San Diego. She trusted her co-workers to get their jobs done and get back and if they wanted to talk about it afterwards, she'd be there to listen.
However, today felt strange, way weirder than usual. It had started when she'd walked out of the gym and that feeling of 'something's wrong' hit. She tried to reassure herself that it was stupid, however, but when her cell wouldn't work, she knew something was up. Her cell never didn't work.
Hearing quick footsteps down the alley behind her, she turned to face her assailant, fingers closing around her gun in the back of her jeans. But there was nobody there...
... Waking up had been horrible. She was disorientated, her mouth was dry and she couldn't find her cell or gun. Kensi didn't even have a clue where she was although the wooziness told her that she'd been drugged with something. Probably a tranquilizer so she could be moved somewhere without waking up.
Fuck.
Moving into an upright position, she looked around the room she was in, trying to focus. The fear she was feeling translated into a surge of adrenaline, giving her more control as she tried to figure out what was going on. Once her head had cleared slightly, Kensi got to her feet and moved to the door silently. She tried the lock on the door and was surprised when it gave way, opening the door a crack and looking into the office beyond.
Where the hell was she?
And did anybody know where she had gone?