G grinned, glad they were talking without having to talk for once. "And here I thought you preferred the lazy natural operators."
And, talking about Savannah was the same as talking about work in this context. Still not talking. "The fact she doesn't want to be part of the team. The team is something for everyone else, but she wants no part of it." G echoed Sam's chuckle. "She'd have to come back for more funds.
"Not a thought needing to be shared." G did not need the mental image that remark engendered. Did. Not. Sighing, he reached forward to get his tea. "Yes, I remember who we're talking about. And if I admit he actually told her what it means, I'll have to inflict bodily harm." He liked Deeks. But the way he and Savannah were acting made him want to hurt the man. It was like watching the frat boys at Berkley destroy the rare true college sweetheart through negligence. Still impotent to do much about it.
"It's because of the things you've seen, Sam. You know what's out there and you know keeping them ignorant is more dangerous than preparing them for what's there." Taking another drink of his tea, he set it back down. "Unfortunately, the only way to break that dependence is the hard way -- letting her fail, repeatedly, until she's either crushed or learns to stand up and take charge of herself." And no matter how much she thought she was doing that now, G knew she wasn't even coming close to it.