Identity Crisis
On a stakeout/undercover op
Nell purposefully avoided Kensi's gaze. "I dunno. I mean…I guess sometimes I wonder if we wouldn't just all be better off if I played someone else."
Kensi sighed. "Whenever I would say something like that, my dad would tell me the same thing: Be yourself. No one else is better qualified."
"Nell, there is no one alive who is youer than you," Sam added over the coms.
"Did you just quote Dr. Seuss to cheer me up?"
"Did it work?"
"Actually, it kinda did."
Callen hated to send her into the field mentally less than a hundred percent, but the guy had arrived. "Target approaching from your two o'clock."
"You got this, Nell," Kensi reminded softly.
"With your brains in your head, and your feet in your shoes,"
"I can do anything that I chose," Nell finished for the SEAL.
As she opened the door of Kensi's SUV, Sam's voice echoed through the coms. "Will you succeed? Yes, you will indeed. 98 ¾% guaranteed."