You know, at this point I shouldn’t even be surprised that a group of rogue CIA agents was trying to kill all of us. We’ve had pretty much everyone else target us. Though I suppose since they were after three separate NCIS teams, it’s a little more impressive. Or unnerving.
Seriously though, the fact that these guys knew so much personal information about us, especially Rosa, was beyond nerve-racking. I never want her to be on anyone’s radar. Thank god my mom was able to get both of them to a safer location.
It’s too bad it took a case like this to finally get some of the DC office back in LA. For some reason I expected a little bit better rapport from Agent Torres. I mean, he was a detective before he became an agent. And worked undercover too. I assumed he’d have better jokes than stooping to insulting my personal grooming. At least he warmed up to me in the end. Sort of.
He did come through when the bullets started flying, though nothing could save my poor truck. It could have been so much worse though, and I’m glad Kensi wasn’t there. As much as I love watching her kick ass, I’m fine with keeping her away from maniacs with automatic rifles whenever possible.
We were able to work together when it mattered. Thankfully we found Rountree just in time. Enough damage was done before that. Not gonna lie, seeing him like that brought back some unpleasant memories. Hopefully he can get through it with our support and a really good therapist.
Although it was fun to tease Kensi, I don’t have my heart set on a trip to Winnipeg. I just want to go somewhere that doesn’t involve bombs, bullets, or evil master plans.
Huh, maybe I can subtly let Jane know that if they ever need assistance, Kensi and I are available. Then, with a bit of luck, we can extend that trip into a little vacation.