Talk about a day not ending the way you anticipate. When we left LA I was glad to be joining Callen and Sam on the USS Allegiance. It’s been several years since we’ve spent any time aboard a ship and it always pleasantly reminds me of my time as agent afloat. Plus there’s the entertainment value of watching Deeks try to find his way around!
But then we got word that we’d be heading to Iraq to find Sabatino instead. I could have lived a long, happy life without being stuck with him in a mobile operation center in the Middle East again. That combination does not bring back happy memories. The good news is that at least Deeks is here this time. The bad news is that I’m feeling some serious hink again because my last two trips to this part of the world have not ended well for me and I still can’t shake the feeling that Deeks is “due” to be shot next since Callen took that bullet a few months ago.
On the topic of hinky things (happy, Deeks?), how the hell did Sabatino know about the wedding? I think my husband (don’t let any of the guys see that grin, Kens) has been slacking on the annual dusting of his digitals. I understand why Kirkin is keeping tabs on Deeks (and I can’t really blame him—my man is worth waiting for) but what’s in it for Sabatino? We never know what he’s actually up to, but I do know that I trust him about as much as he trusts us. And now we’re hunkered down in an MOC with him waiting for one of his contacts to return so we can exfil two people being hunted by ISIS. As Deeks would say, “What could possibly go wrong?”
Speaking of the love of my life, Deeks seems pretty relaxed right now with his feet up on one of the desks tapping away on his phone. He’s probably writing some thoughts in his own journal—sorry, he calls it a surf log because it sounds so much more masculine—either that or he’s playing some game or another. That adorable little grin just appeared on his face so he’s probably thinking about something fun, while I can’t take my mind off what might happen here next. I really admire Deeks’ ability to distract himself in situations like these. But he’ll be ready for action the instant anything happens—a necessity in the midst of hostile territory. And given our mission, I have a feeling “hostile” is a perfect description for what’s coming.