May 11, 2015
Today was one of those amazing days that reminded me of the rush of this line of work. My incredible partner and I were so on point; talk about yin & yang! We were busting down doors, physically chasing/taking down bad guys, playing bad cop/bad cop with the hospitalized dude, covering each other’s backs, capturing another baddie, and escaping a rigged tanker! Phew! Forget words; we don’t even need “looks” anymore we know each other so well. And in situations where Arkady is concerned we need all the skill and luck we can get!
I have to admit the team is right about my priorities. It’s just so difficult for me to tell a friend no, especially when I know I can help (& maybe even use it to my own benefit). I can’t believe I let that tech geek take advantage of me, but he usually knows way more than the rest of us, right? Ugh, this is humiliating; I got played by Eric! (Luckily I didn’t tell Kensi who it was. There’s no telling what she would have done to him!) Now I remember part of the reason I un-Friended him on Facebook! Not cool man, not cool. Yet I only have myself to blame.
Something else I can blame myself/take credit for (as always) is getting a smile from my ladybird. She even smiled at my reference to her… womanly parts. No physical violence. Not even a threatening smirk. She sure has come a long way from the days she would have used that defibrillator on me! Ouch. But I almost needed it today. I felt my heart stop at the sight of that approaching car ramming into Kensi’s side of the SRX. I was again struck with an immediately sense of helplessness. If I could have thrown myself in front of her I would have. Speaking of how far we’ve come, this time I “took the shot” – even if it left Kensi’s ears ringing for most of the day. (Of course part of my reaction was for harming my feminine Fern!)
So anyway, it looks like we’re again headed to a far-off land in order to keep our own safe. And as always, it’s not just about the missing oil and a slaughtering terrorist. I hope Callen can keep his wits about him, because when his past comes into play the guy’s always teetering on the edge (which I understand a little too well). I can’t even imagine what other surprises might await us. At least I get to escape that looming IA cloud? Could I be lucky enough that it just simply dissipated?
Ok, we’re off! Got my pistol, my passport, & my partner. What else could I possibly need?