For all of Kirkin’s faults (including his criminal history and the fact that he wanted my husband to run away with him on our wedding day) he had great taste in men. Aside from our attraction to a certain scruffy, blond, surfer-type NCIS investigator, I never thought Kirkin and I had much in common. But apparently we would both take a bullet for Deeks too. Incredibly, Anatoli Kirkin did just that today, and he paid the ultimate price. I also learned that he was a good and brave friend, going to the port to help Arkady rescue Anna despite how dangerous it was.
I know Deeks was a little freaked out (as well as flattered) at times by Kirkin’s attention, but I’ve sensed for a while that it went beyond infatuation. Kirkin really cared for Deeks (maybe even loved him in his own way), and today I’m so grateful for that, and for the former head of a Russian mob syndicate turned fashion designer. Now I need to go find and hold my husband.
Покойся с миром, Anatoli Kirkin. Rest in peace.