RP: Sam and G Who: Sam and G Where: Their house When: end of the day, February 7, 2011 Summary: And the problems keep piling up.
Sam didn't understand how he could be so tired of doing nothing. He worked a full day on cases. He worked overtime, and didn't get tired. He watched people waste so much energy trying not to do anything and that tired him. The problems seemed to increase instead of becoming less. Civilians would never be agents. Abby would never actually learn anything with the way she was just pretending to learn. Kinney would need to detox before he could even think of train, and not to look good, but to be effective.
He probably should talk to Hetty about it, but he believed in chain of command, even when it wasn't G involved. It was twice as important when it was his friend and partner that had a say in the way things were run. So he kept quiet until the end of the day, and when Savannah and Deeks were off doing whatever it was that they were doing, and he most certainly wasn't thinking about whatever they were doing. He found G in his office, closed the door, and stuck a chair in the door knob. It wouldn't keep people out, but it'd give them notice if anyone tried to come in.
Sitting on the couch next to G, he stared for a moment. "Going to get some sleep soon?" Neither of them had really slept with Kinney in the house the night before, although Kinney had slept like a baby.