Don't Own Anything.
Dom was missing, that was the cold hard truth. Their team member, their rookie, had disappeared into thin air.
All the trails had gone cold, and his desk was still sitting there, silently mocking people with the emptiness.
Everyone was dealing with it in a separate way, each delving into different activities.
Kensi was at Dom's place doing the dishes, cleaning up.
They were partners, but on the outside it appears she is taking the situation very well.
However, she's the girl, and that means she's taking this the hardest on the inside.
She feels guilty, she should have called, made him come. There's always going to be regret about what she didn't do.
G filled out the missing person report and filed it.
He had meant it when he had called Dom friend, but he regrets that he never told the young agent that.
As the team leader, he should have been able to do something, yet nothing could be changed.
Sam was beating the hell out of the punching back upstairs, it was his way of releasing the anger, the guilt, and the regret he can't forget.
There was the thought that he could have been tougher, he should have been meaner.
He told Dom to be more careful, but he should have taught him.
Nate was at the computer, searching for all the information he could. About the kidnappers, and anything that could hint at where Dom was.
Aside from that, there was nothing for him to do.
He read people, and until there was someone to read, it was useless.
The team he could read, but you don't need to be a psychologist to know that anguish they're feeling.
Eric was shooting people in a video game, the image filling every screen in the ops center.
With no clue to follow, no sign to trace, his skills was limited.
So he kept shooting at those people, trying to forget that his friend had disappeared.
Hetty had watched each of them, she knew they were struggling to remain calm, to keep a grip on reality.
For all the favors she could ask, there wasn't one that would guarantee Dom's safe return home.
Sometimes people think it may be better if the missing were dead, because at least their loved ones would know what happened.
They wouldn't have to wonder, but as long as they don't know, there's still hope for the person to be alive.
All the leads were dead, literally, and all they could do was chase the faint strings, but even those were dead ends.
Their friend was missing and there was nothing they could do except wait...
