I started to talk but Marika interrupted me and said, “I don’t deserve a man like this.”“Why do you say that?”“Because I did something hor...ible last night and I feel like shit because I know it was all about self-sabotage.”“Marika, what did you do?” Mel asked.“I went out with a client to a lounge for drinks. She said she wanted to discuss setting up a living trust. Normally, I wouldn’t meet with a client outside of the office, but she was very convincing. I did eventually agree, but I drove my. Hi, it's Kitty again. Thomas is busy right now so I am writing this. Well, sort of writing it. I have a new talk and type program, just for fun. We got it when I was taking classes that required my writing a lot of papers, and it's easier for me to dictate first, and correct anything later.LOTS of changes since our story began. Where should I begin? Well, maybe I should start with Valentines Day, a few years ago...It was a lovely night at one of our favorite seafood places. Dinner was. Though since wearing the suit, it had become a lot less common for him to get any real exposure. Thank God for that.Standing at the entrance to the subway station below the Common, Juan could tell that Dogmeat was on edge, something in the Common had him half crouched the whole time. He kept looking toward the small pond, so Juan figured whatever the threat was, was over that way. Not something Juan wanted to get into at this time. Maybe come back with the Fatboy once he finds a few more rounds. He wanted to stand up, yank the damn cuffs off, and start ranting but that'd get him pinned against the wall or worse."Unless you're leading a conspiracy against Franks, I highly doubt three witnesses could all be mistaken." Morrow started pacing the room, trying to figure out how to spin this. Stopping in front Ziva, he asked the two girls, "Do you two have any ideas what the hell went wrong with Franks?" It was my fault, Director," Abby admitted as she stood up. "I think Mike had it in his.