Dammit, I knew that whole “detectiving” history was complete crap. And I will never let Deeks know that I just spent 20 minutes scouring the internet to find out if he was telling the truth about the derivation of the word. It’s a good reminder, as if I really needed one, at how well Deeks can come up with a believable story off the top of his head. Even though I know he excels at making up stuff like that and I didn’t initially believe him, he was so damned convincing that I had to make sure, just in case.
Good news is that Deeks’ skill at spinning a yarn came in handy as we walked Conklin through the hotel lobby, the three of us soaking wet and our prisoner half–dressed and bound at the hands and feet. Though I can’t give Deeks all the credit for that– Angelenos are used to seeing some strange things.
It was nice to work a little more with Callen and Sam on this case, even at the expense of having Admiral Kilbride insult us at every opportunity. Not surprising that he didn’t soften up even after the amount of alcohol we plied him with at the bar; he could probably drink all of us under the table. For as much stress as that place causes, I love having somewhere for the team to get together and unwind. I just hope everyone continues to join us there after Deeks and I move on from NCIS.