Agent Dom DiPierro, it’s not just your ever-changing red hair color or the way, depending on how the perfect, New York afternoon sunlight catches it, that it resembles autumnal leaves falling against your snowdrop complexion. From gold to auburn one week, from strawberry blonde to chestnut the next before ginger and copper the next…
It’s not just that you know where to find the best damn turkey sandwich in the Tri-State…
and show up, with sandwich, at apartments belonging to suspects wanted in the largest cyber-crime in history…
Or how you nonchalantly tell your FBI colleagues to call the network team as they’ve been hacked.
It’s not just that you’re badass enough to take down highly trained Dark Army assassins…
Whether at home in New York or abroad in Beijing…
Without a scratch
Or that you forgot to tell us you were inked all this time…
Or can lie in wait like a python…
Or that you’re as lonely and desperate for connection as we are…
It’s not just that your Good Old-Fashioned Detective Work gets results…
It’s not that you own the streets like fucking Batman…
It’s not just that you’re the most likeable FBI Agent since Hank Schrader…
Suck the best lollipop since Kojak… (Who loves ya baby?)
Or make the best Bi-Polar Board of Terrorism since Carrie Mathison…
Or even that you’re a Jersey Girl…
It’s all of these things, and more…
See ya next season, Dom!