I will never admit this to Deeks, but I am sooo craving funnel cakes right now. And if it wasn’t so late, I might just come up with a reason to head down to the pier and happen upon one or two. First watching a man become roadkill and then finding a severed head in a bag—I think I deserve to satisfy my sweet tooth after all of that. I also think Callen felt a little bad for me—since when does he have to ask if I can shoot out a security camera! All I know is I’m looking forward to the time when the most disgusting surprise I get is what I find in my baby’s diaper.
I’m not sure why Farnham’s death bothered me so much. I’ve seen my fair share of people die, and was the cause of plenty of those deaths. Maybe because when it’s them or me (or my teammates) there’s really no choice. And when I’m seeing them through my scope I think of them as targets more than people, like I was taught in sniper school. But this guy was running from us and that looked like a horrible way to die. Not to mention I’m sure at least a couple of us on the team have pulled that stunt before; today was an ugly reminder of how it could have ended.
On to happier thoughts of another mole in the CIA. At least this one seems to be working against their own agency and not ours. Are we sure Sabatino was innocent the last time? I wouldn’t put anything past him, and like Sam I don’t trust or like any of them. I don’t know how Michelle managed to be such a good officer with so many bad apples around.
Now that I’ve totally depressed myself with memories of human speed bumps, dismembered bodies, Sabatino, and a lost friend, I think I’ll go wake Deeks up for a little middle-of-the-night baby-making practice. I can certainly use the cheering up, and I don’t think he’d mind it either! 😊