RP: Sam, Deeks (maybe Savannah) Who: Sam, Deeks (maybe Savannah) Where: the base When: December 14, 2010 Summary: Sam decides that it's to help with the cheerleader
Sam decided that enough was enough. Hetty was being a little more distant than usual. Nothing obvious, but they had worked with the woman for too long not to see a difference. G was... well G. He worried, not that he'd say, annoyed, and probably felt too much that he couldn't even classify. Deeks was acting like he wasn't himself, and all for one cheerleader. Girls were not that scary. He should know, his children were about that age. He was also sure that no one knew how to handle a kid that age.
Deciding that it was time to fix this, he started with the one person who could talk to the cheerleader without deathly glances. Sam found Deeks easily. With today's frigid weather, no one was going anywhere unless they had to. He knock on the door and waited for Deeks to open up. "I remember why I left," he said, shivering, before taking off his hat, scarf and gloves. "It's not this cold usually." He got in and waited for Deeks to close the door. "We're fixing this thing with the cheerleader- Savannah, because otherwise, you are all going to drive me insane with your stupidity. Ready to help?"