The Last We’ll See of Whiting? Kensi’s Journal 3/19/23

We took down an LAPD-sanctioned fentanyl ring and I think the most stressful part of the weekend was waiting for Rosa’s friend-who-is-a-boy to pick her up.  Having one of the crooked LAPD cops show up at our home while Rosa was there might be a close second, although a better description might be some combination of terrifying and infuriating.  Now that I’m over those big emotions, I’m happy to report that Rosa followed my direction to stay in her room behind closed doors without argument.  Although she wasn’t thrilled that I insisted she needed Mama D to “babysit” her afterward, she accepted it without complaint (but not without disappointment, I know) when I explained that this was one of those situations when we wouldn’t be able to tell her the why behind the secrecy and security.  All in all, I think it was a successful first test of “The Emergency Densi System” for Rosa.

While it hasn’t traditionally been a good thing when Detective Whiting shows up, I can’t really complain about the outcome this time.  Turns out all Deeks needed to do was help clear her of a murder accusation (and shut down that drug ring) for Whiting to consider them even.  The one thing I do regret was not getting her son’s last name.  I know the chances are slim, but I also know the universe has a sick sense of humor.  And wouldn’t it be the ultimate laugh for us to be rid of Whiting in one capacity only to have her back in our lives in another?  I’ll never tell Deeks this, but I did have a brief flash of a potential future when we found out her son’s first name, and it involved me, Deeks, Whiting, and her husband at a pre-prom party taking pictures of Rosa and Steven in their formal wear…