It’s great to have Hetty back in charge! Flying home in the private jet is quite a treat, even if she’s being very secretive about why Sam and Callen aren’t with us. So I’ll just stretch out my legs a little farther and hope they come home soon. Before he fell asleep a few minutes ago, Deeks was plotting a way to get Hetty to loan us the jet when we go to Peru for our honeymoon. If anyone can talk our boss into it, my man can.
Speaking of talking and Deeks, he sure seemed to get on Sabatino’s and Wallace’s nerves today. I guess it’s a measure of how much I love him and have come to depend on his humor in even the most intense circumstances that the worst I give Deeks anymore is an eyeroll when he gets overly talkative. Though I do wonder now if maybe I should have supported him more, especially in front of Sabatino, who was being a bit of an ass(but since he didn’t shoot the radiator of our car and abandon us in the desert, it was an improvement over the last time I was in the middle east with him). Instead of telling the others that I’ve learned to ignore it, I could have assured them that it grows on you. Or I really could have messed with them and said that I find it adorable. The consequence of that comment would gone one of two ways, I think. Either Deeks would have doubled-down on the chatter because he had confirmation that I enjoy it or he would have been struck mute that I admitted to it out loud in front of colleagues.
Another benefit to having Hetty back was that fabulous dinner (and I don’t care how much Deeks teases me about it, I will be eating my leftovers before we land). Closing down an entire restaurant so we could celebrate today’s success together is something only she could pull off and would think to do. It was more fun than I thought it would be, especially given that Sabatino’s was the loudest of all the voices. Apparently when he has a couple of drinks in him he’s quite the story teller. Kudos to Deeks for not making any snarky comments about all of Sabatino’s talking; I need to remember to compliment him on that when he wakes up. I’m sure he’ll try to parlay that into a visit to more private accommodations so I can show him my appreciation, but there’s no way in hell we’d be able to hide a trip to the mile-high club from Hetty. If she loans us the jet to go to Peru, though, the sky’s the limit! 😀