Savannah
Savannah had barely spoken to Jackson, nothing past the nromal excanges that you had with members of the team while in training,. This shouldn't really touch her, not like Kensi or like all the other deaths, they had lately, and yet, this was the most profound memorials for her.
The first time, she'd been in a bad place, questioning everything and God. With Kensi, she didn't even have a chance to go to the funeral home. Now, they were here singing songs that brought her back to the Sundays in church, reminding her of the peace she felt when she was in God's presence. She missed those Sunday morning services, she missed that familiarity and that sense of peace that went back to her childhood.
Every word she sang seemed to bring her closer to God, closer to an internal peace that had escaped her for too long. Maybe it was time to use her cover for something good. She needed to talk to Marty first, and then G. She needed this. Her children needed this. It would also help with forging ties with the community. Yes, she'd definitely had to talk to the men in her life.