Deeks’ Surf Log – 04/13/2015
April 13, 2015
I’ve come to accept the fact I’m now never going to feel at ease when Kensi’s on an “op” without me. (Not that I ever really did previously.) It’s not that I don’t have full faith in her skills; there are many obvious reasons why she has the Bad/Kick Ass nicknames that she does. I’m just too aware of the Law of averages, which is significantly more negative in our line of work.
Speaking of negatives, I could hardly take the sight of Callen bound, beaten, and doused in gasoline. Yet again Sam was the man. I understand that unyielding, laser-focused intensity that overtakes you in order to save your partner. Gotta give a respectful nod to all that SEAL training. At this point I know I would have done the exact same thing. (But who knew the Big Guy could move that fast?! Ouch!) Then what do we do to celebrate another survival? Korean BBQ? Why do I always let Kensi choose?!
Today I discovered something new about myself. Something strange happened today – and that strange thing directly relates to, um, my ladybird’s attire? Yeah, it was just a cover and typically I’d really really enjoy the view. But not this time. Call me selfish, but once you finally find your long sought-after treasure, the last thing you want to do is share it. Who am I kidding? I don’t want anyone else leering at my princess! Blast Hetty and her “diverse” wardrobe! (I know for a fact THOSE were not Kensi’s jeans! But man did they make me appreciate the “Bulgogi Dance” even more!)
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