Week 12, day 4
Granger was gone when I woke up this morning. Despite him pissing me off, this isn't helping. Now I'm out here on my own with a possible mole and no backup? Screw this! I was tempted to phone Hetty and give her hell... But it wouldn't accomplish anything.
So instead I just keep puttering away here at what seems like a completely hopeless mission. No one will let me in or trust me. I'm really over it...
Im not sure if it's the food or stress or the water but I've been getting sick a lot lately. So bloody exhausted, and food isn't staying down so well. Maybe I shouldn't have eaten so much of the roast vulture. Or maybe Sabatino poisoned me... Wouldn't that be just my luck. I'm getting suspicious of him.
Week 12, day 5
Woke up in the middle of the night to find it was only 54 degrees in here. Apparently one of the generators broke. Shit. Since I was up anyway I checked to see if Sabatino was around, but his bed was empty. I pulled out my laptop (Hetty insists its secure enough to use) and contacted Nell. Ages ago we set up this faux pet store website so we could communicate at work without Eric or Deeks reading he our messages, but we always knew it might end up being needed for something more serious. I'm sure Hetty knows about it even if she hasn't said anything. Maybe she's even expecting me to contact Nell for help. But either way, I asked her to look into Sabatino, especially his financials and why he was taken off the siderov case. How could the white ghost be more serious than three missing nukes?
Of course, he seems to be telepathic because he showed up just as I sent it. He explained one of the generators was off, and being a typical ass, propositioned me. Argh! Just the thought made me nearly throw up. As much as I'm missing *ahem* adult fun time, no way I'd take him up on it, even if he was the last man on earth. Besides, I'm pretty sure Deeks has ruined me for all men... Hm, there's a good way to keep warm. Go to bed and think of Deeks. Too bad we have so many bunks to a room. Although everyone else is sleeping... Damnit, what has he done to me. This is all your fault, Deeks!
Week 13, day 1
I've been sick as hell the past few days. Not that I've missed much... I've had a lot of time to think and observe things by just staying in the trailer though. Saw the medic and he gave me something to stop the worst of the vomiting. I thought about asking for blood tests to see if I'd been poisoned but I don't trust anyone so I said it was just food poisoning.
I was better today so I tried to ride along with Sabatino. He's been going out a lot on his own lately and coming back with no new info or explanation for where he's been. I tried flirting even though it made me gag. Told him the Taliban chic look was working for him, but he didn't buy it. I reminded him I was a pro at tracking people (hoping he'd tip his hand and admit he wasn't tracking the ghost) but he still didn't bite. I finally gave up and just stuck a tracking device onto the vehicle then went inside to see if I could shake information out of anyone.
Booker was around and despite having no interest in my awesome humour, he was still happy to make small talk. He explained that both Granger and Harris has been called back to DC so that left Sabatino in charge... That's the last thing I wanted to hear, but it opened up a chance for me to ask about Sabatino. Turns out he and Sanders were close and kept everyone else at arms length under the guise of it being classified. It meant Sabatino would have had the necessary Intel to sell him out, and he was the one who found the body. No one else was around or saw anything so we just have his word to go on. The more I find, the more uneasy I get. I need to get in touch with Nell again. I hope she has something for me.
Week 13, day 3
I got in touch with Eric and Nell today. It was wonderful to talk to them even though it was brief. Hetty worked her magic and got me a drone. I was able to successfully get out with it (and my gear) hidden under the burqa. I may hate what it stands for but it definitely helps conceal things! Once I was in a secure and private location I called ops on the sat phone (good morning sunshine! Shame it was Eric and not Deeks who answered) and launched the drone. Eric was able to easily take control of it and I'm pretty sure Nell took a screenshot as Eric pointed it at me so she could show Deeks.
Eric made a point of telling me how great it was to hear my voice and see me. It's nice to know Deeks isn't the only one who misses me.
It was bloody difficult to wait all day but I got to hear back from them again this evening. Sabatino went another 8 km out and met with some locals, but they couldn't get close enough for facial rec without tipping Sabatino off. Damnit. Nell also said she can't find anything on Sabatino... Sanders report was thin, there was no indication he was taken off the Siderov case for anything suspicious... His bank accounts are clean... Nothing! Gr. So either the mole is someone else or Sabatino is doing a dangerously good job of hiding it from us. I tried asking how things were at home and Nell said it was just another day at the office. Something sounded off though... I need to ask Deeks about it when we talk next. I'm going to call him on his Saturday morning. There had better not be a case requiring his attention...
Week 13, day 6
I spoke to Deeks again. Nell has let him into our Pepperwood pets website so we can set up times to call.
He let me know that Granger seems suspicious that we're in contact so we need to both make an effort to keep that quiet. Apparently he gave Deeks a really hard time while in LA, and Deeks was devastated to find Granger home without me. He admitted he tore a strip off him for leaving me alone, but Granger gave him the "she's a big girl" speech.
He wouldn't tell me much more though - we agreed it's better I not know anything about the cases so I can't slip up and mention it. Probably good thing Granger isn't here right now because I feel the urge to punch him for being so hard on Deeks. No one gets to pick on my partner like that except me! And even though Deeks doesn't have the experience in a war zone, he's a damn good operator and would cope fine out here. National lampoon, my ass...
I guess I'm kind of glad Granger lied and told Deeks I was doing good over here. I don't need him worrying any more than he already is. I know he stresses because he doesn't have my back, and because I'm so far away in a war zone on a secret mission... I'd be a wreck of the tables were turned. But that's exactly why I can't tell him about the mole, about the white ghost, about how lonely and miserable and sick I've been. He worries enough.
We talked about surfing, top model and Monty for a while, carefully avoiding talking about the night before I was sent here. I wanted to just blurt out how much I miss him, and how I couldn't wait for a repeat of that night. Not that I dream about it all the time...
It was just so good to hear his voice. For that brief period of time I could pretend everything was fine. Pretend we were together sitting on my couch, chatting about everything mundane while we eat pizza and drink beer. What I wouldn't give for pizza and a beer right now...
Just before we had to go, Deeks told me he had slipped up a bit with Granger. He said we were more than partners, covering it up quickly you saying I was his friend and he looks out for me. Apparently Granger didn't bite, and still wouldn't tell him anything. I think Deeks did a perfect job pretending he knew nothing. Sigh. I miss him.