Dear Darling,
Please excuse my writing. I can't stop my hand from shaking. This feels like a sad movie, because I didn't know where you were. When I thought you were dead my whole world imploded. I had no cares, no fears because I thought I had lost you.
When I saw you, bound by ropes, my elation was suppressed. Suppressed by the sincerity of sadness. But, you need to remember you are alive, when they could have killed you. I know this is really hard to comprehend and it makes an extremely dire mood. But you have to believe in yourself, and if you can't you have everyone else's strength behind you. Sam, Callen, Hetty, Nell, Eric, Granger, your father and I will give you strength. The strength we share together should be enough to make it better. However, if it's not then we will work together. As partners. We can work it out.
I would like you to know about my break down. I nearly drowned that blind man. I tortured him. I did to him, what Siderov did to me. And that kills me. I want to apologise to you for that, I let my emotions hinder my work, work that could have helped find you sooner. I'm sorry.
I'm writing this on the airplane back to Los Angeles and moments ago your eyes shut and you fell into a soft slumber in my arms. I will leave this in the pocket of your jeans, so when you find it, maybe today, perhaps never. When you find this letter please answer my one question. What's in the box? I'm just kidding, my real question is going to ruin our record of poor communication skill, I'm going to be blunt, but honest. Will you go on a date with me? Dinner and a movie?
Don't answer as soon as you find this, take your time.
All my love,
Marty Deeks