November 03, 2014
Our Sam… a murderer? No way in hell! The FBI doesn’t have a clue about the real Sam Hanna. Thankfully, we were able to track down the actual culprit. Sam said the guy cried like a little girl when they caught him. We had a little extra help from a former Navy seal with an interesting “rug” on his head that looked more like a cat than actual hair. I think he was a little jealous of Deeks’ full head of hair because he kept staring at it.
Speaking of staring… yes, I was staring at Deek’s butt when he climbed up to the second floor at Turner’s house. I would never admit it to him but it’s definitely worth staring at! The girl in the gym was staring at Deeks too. I was proud of myself for not getting too jealous of her attraction to him but I was confident he wouldn’t go too far off the reservation. I’ll admit I was relieved when the light came on in the closet.
I guess I’m getting used to his attempts to irritate me because I’m beginning to find them amusing. His jabbing at me with the vacuum cleaner and pretending to be an expert on Judaism would have made me lose my cool a year ago. Now, I think it’s kind of cute.
The durian fruit however, was not cute. It might be an aphrodisiac but the smell alone would cancel it out! I did a little research and found out that the stench is so bad it’s banned on the Singapore rapid transit trains. Hetty made him put it in the incinerator in the burn room but now the Mission smells like burned onions and turpentine! Now we have to find other things to burn that have a more appealing aroma before Hetty gets back!