January 5, 2015
Hey, look at that! I remembered to type “2015”! Now if only this last op had been that easy. My mind keeps thinking our work can’t get any crazier, only to get proven wrong in ever increasingly unimaginable ways. (Yeah, I love those “Die Hard” movies; talk about a cop going to extremes! But having that fiction come to life is a little nuts!)
I’ve got to document this one as a reminder of its unbelievable nature. I know I’m tempting fate to consider we won’t have one at this level again anytime soon, right? So Callen is taken hostage in a high-rise rigged to blow. You’d think there would be other, more keenly qualified professionals we could call in for this – and there are. However we aren’t inclined to trust “outsiders” when it’s one of our own in jeopardy.
So we get cut off from our dependable digital duo while Kensi and I are forced to join the captives – only to find a suicide bomber! Then my earlier jest about dangling from a skyscraper becomes reality. There’s an explosion and gunfire and then somehow I end up being the one to disarm some explosives?! (Trust me, no amount of humor was going to defuse that life-threatening situation – or that bomb! I hate to admit it, but Angelo was right: I did feel stronger just from the sound of my partner’s voice.) Anyway, good thing I went to that training. And no, I’m not talking about what happened with my exam. Moving on….
Kens and I both take a thrashing, while I hear Sam was up to his own insane antics. All this ends with the malicious release of a bioweapon that nearly takes out Callen. (Seriously, I can’t make this stuff up.)
I admit I was beyond scared for Callen. We all were. It’s different when you watch someone else be incapable of even fighting for their own life. I heard Sam’s been through this before when Callen got shot like a billion times four years ago, but it just looks to get harder with time. While we inherently know this is a regular possibility and have been confronted with it too often, doesn’t mean we readily accept it.
So I’m still trying to get a handle on Kensi’s “adrenal fatigue”. I’ve been reading about it and watching her (as much as possible without incurring her wrath). So whatever she needs, I’m onboard. Meditation? Okay, I’ll give it a shot. It’s like what I get from surfing, right? And with the Techy Twosome, the more the merrier? At least I tried? Everyone knows I can’t sit still and be quiet for that long, not even on a stakeout. Isn’t there a saying about laughter being the best medicine? With these recent events, that sounds like the perfect prescription!