Can’t Wait to Buy that Van! Deeks’ Surf Log 12/01/19

12/01/19

The morning started so nice, so easy. We may not be the most winning ballers, but we are certainly the hottest! Just call us “Beauty and the Jungle Cat Gun Show”! Except what was that granny shot? Clearly Mr. Blye didn’t teach Kick Ass Kensi how to shoot a proper free throw. But who am I to argue with “free”?

What I will argue with is finding that highly disturbing dismembered corpse. What would drive someone to go to that kind of detailed effort? I’m pretty sure we don’t want to know, especially because this case took a sudden and unsettling personal turn.

This isn’t the first time someone has come after one of us, the first time it was one of our own, and certainly not the first time we’ve bonded to save Hetty. But at its essence, it was far deeper than a typical vengeance. We first thought the fallout was hitting only Callen in that dark personal place he hides from everyone.  We’ve often joked about Hetty being the demanding, yet caring mother figure to all of us in different ways, of filling those spots family didn’t or no longer fulfill. They say all humor is based in some level in fact; this situation demonstrated that directly. Callen’s entire family, Sam’s loss of Michelle, Kensi’s dad, Nell & Eric being so far from their families, and we won’t even get into the train wreck that is my parentage.

All of that and so much more came into precise focus when today, unlike any other – more than my torture or Kensi’s plane crash – did I truly believe this was my time. Never shy with words I had to make sure Kensi knew exactly what she means to me, something I could go on about forever. (Luckily, I now get another chance. Hopefully, a long and full life of those chances.) Kensi’s retort, however, still has me confused. Since when does she want to run off to hit the road as a hippie family? You know what? I do not care. Not one bit. Any type of family with Kensi is all I’ve ever wanted. (However, we’ve got to talk about the van. Did she forget I don’t even like hotels without cabanas?)

I’m not ashamed to admit my wife (that term still hits me in the feels, wife!) physically saved me. Again. I may love surfing, but on a reinforced door through an exploding warehouse?! Never again, thank you very much! I promise not to complain about her… aggressive driving ever again!

Maybe I have a concussion from the explosions, but the moment of deja vu was perfect. Having Kensi hurl herself onto me, spontaneously repeating those words from staying with her and helping her escape that room full of lasers. It was a beautiful deliverance from where we started individually to the life we now share. Suddenly I feel like belting out some “Circle of Life”.

For now I’m working to get my panicked heart rate back to normal, but comforted by the fact Kensi will be right there when it wakes me in the middle of the night. I’m also curious to know how she thought of that epic rescue tactic.  But we’ll get to that. After we rehash this “kids conversation “!