Is that good enough for you to trust me?
"Of course I trust you," Sam replies in a whisper, even though there was never any question to reply to in the first place. His reply doesn't get even a blink from Deeks. Sam grimaces as he wants to go into a long speech explaining the trust issues that he has and the rules and ideals from the Navy that's been drilled in his head, but he can't. Sam's already said too much to Deeks without thinking about the possibility of the room being miced. It's something that he immediately blames on the trauma from the electrocution.
I'm a damn SEAL who's been too stupid to see greatness in front of me. And if one of us dies before rescue, he won't ever get to know. Sam drops his head in disgust at himself to remember all the moments that Deeks had done something, whether going above and beyond a case or saying something silly just to make his teammates smile. Sam even concludes- He acts like an idiot not because he is one, it's because he needs to protect himself. I should have known this instead of poking fun at him.
Click.
Sam suddenly hears the sound of a hatch on the door unlocking and the door room door slowly opening. He knows that it has to be either Sidarov or his right hand man and with things going nowhere, he doesn't bother lift his head to look up. However, when he recognizes the smell of the coco butter that his wife uses daily, he looks up to see Michelle Hanna standing at the doorway. The bloody cut on her cheek, the brown dust on her yellow jacket, and the way past homicidal look on her face really gets Sam's attention.
You aren't a concerned husband, you're David. "What the hell happened to you?" Sam asks with a fake scoff.
Michelle, fully emerged in her role as Quinn, snaps, "I was about to ask you the same thing. Sidarov thinks you're an agent. Is that truth?"
"Well-" He doesn't get to finish before there's a hard slap across his face.
"I just had to deal with two of his goddamn Russian Barbie dolls on a top of a tower so I am in no mood to be messed with!" Michelle growls. She places two hands on the chair arms and stares deep into Sam's eyes. Oddly, her eyes are filled with worry and anger when she looks at him. It's thirty seconds where she isn't Quinn, there are no nukes, and everything isn't going to hell. It's a thirty seconds that ends when Michelle gets back into character and calls out, "Isaak, I know you're listening. Why don't you come on in and join us. Bring your puppy too."
Michelle looks away and soon Sidarov and his man walk into the room quietly, Sidarov sporting an amused smile. Michelle straightens up and growls, "Tell me what happened from the time I left to now," she suddenly turns around and points down to Deeks, " and who the hell is this?"
"David brought a friend that didn't show up or be mentioned until I tried to drown David in the pool," Sidarov says.
Michelle curses under her breath and takes a few steps towards the other side of the room, stepping over Deeks' crumpled form in the process. "You tried to kill David? All because some low life told you that he's an agent?"
"Janvier is a trusted man-"
"Oh really? Well then, if he's so trustable, he can sell you those weapons on your own. I'll just take David and help some other person make 14 million dollars."
"Quinn!" Sidarov roars and Michelle widens her eyes in mock surprise. There's a little part of her that isn't faking it as she was sure a calm voice was all that Sidarov had in him. Sidarov catches his breath and asks softer, "Are you an agent?"
Michelle chuckles before she explodes, "You think I'm an agent too? So let me get this straight and let's start from the top- David and I prove to you that we can help make things happen. I offer to broker a deal of selling nuclear arms for 14 million dollars and then somewhere along the line that fool Janvier tells you that David's an agent without any proof. You believe this and try to drown David, torture him, and try to kill me too with your twin Barbie dolls with all of this resting on a one hand man who's a bottom of the barrel?"
Sam glances over to Sidarov just in time to see for the first time a love struck look in his eyes. "Yes."
Michelle shakes her head and starts walking for the door. "And to think that I was going to take you up on your offer…..14 million dollars, you, me, and the Bahamas. That's not-"
Sidarov grabs Michelle's arms and stops her in her tracks. He slowly pulls her close to him and whispers, "I am sorry…I don't know what got the best of me. Janvier is a good man and he hasn't done me wrong before."
"Until now," Michelle adds, the end of her words coming off seductively. She cocks her head slightly to the left and Sam spots his wife's trademark I've got you right where I want you look. It's the look that has trapped him into many unwanted activities such as playing princess with his girls and having to deal with Michelle sending photos of it to family and friends, including the team. Her manipulativeness is what makes her a great agent, mother, and wife.
"So we good?" Sam calls out to break the deep stare down between Michelle and Sidarov. Michelle takes a few steps back and smirks at Sidarov, "Are we?"
"For now."
Michelle scoffs once more and turns her attention to Deeks. The detective is still crumpled and on the floor and has not once broken his stare at the ceiling. She hadn't forgotten about Deeks at any point during the past five minutes. "Who the hell is this?"
"He's my backup," Sam states, "He's a crooked cop that I enlisted to back me up if things ever went to hell or if we needed LAPD off of our back. Seems it worked out for the best, huh?"
"A cop- really?" Michelle says. She circles around Deeks' form and then stops suddenly. "Help us, huh….. what kind of cop?"
Too many questions, Michelle. "Marty Deeks- he's just your basic cop. He's on our side- any more questions?"
"Yeah- I want to talk to him alone," Michelle says without directly talking to Sam. She's focused on Sidarov and if he'll allow the woman he accused of betrayal alone with Sam and Deeks.
Sidarov shakes his head in disagreement. "Why?"
"I thought you said that you trusted me. "
"I do."
"Good- then I want to speak with the cop in setting up a way of getting back at Janvier. He tried to screw you out of 14 million dollars, Isaak. I want to know if the cop can find Janvier, deal with him with whatever method you please, and then get twice or even three times the amount of money for those nukes. And then we can go wherever we want and have no one bother us."
Sam swears that he can see all the rational parts of Sidarov leave the room. The man nods slowly and then says something in a language that Sam should recognize, but can't because he's so out of it. Sidarov's man scowls before walking over to the center of the room and lifting Deeks off the floor. He turns his head and snaps, "Where should I put the trash?"
Michelle smirks and replies, "I saw a small office on the way in here. And put him on a chair this time, not the floor. I know that might be hard concept for you."
"Bitch," Sidarov's man curses under his breath before carrying Deeks out of the room. When it's just Sidarov, Michelle, and Sam, Sidarov turns to Michelle and asks, "What about David?"
"Leave him," Michelle shrugs, "I don't need him right now. Maybe he can sit and think about the next words that come out of his mouth. In the meantime, I have a proposition for you, Isaak. Let's walk and talk."
Sam watches his wife and Sidarov walk out the room, completely unsure whether Michelle's last words are a part of their cover or if in the middle of all the chaos, she's reminding him of the morning conversation with Deeks.