[locked] Saved Voicemail for Sophie
[people talking, glasses clanking] Yeah. [brief pause while phone does whatever the fuck it does to organize these damned messages in the right save folders, while an argument swells in the background]
I'm making a phone call. [tight, controlled anger in his voice; argument abruptly ceases and other conversations drift farther away]
Listen, Sophie... By now, y'all have figured out I'm gone. Really gone, not gone to ground or killed or captured. Hardison's probably turning himself inside out over not being able to find the GPS on my phone. Tell him it's not his fault. Just don't tell him I said so.
From what I hear, I might not be back any time soon. Still working on that, but just in case... Make sure Nate listens to you. And call Mikel. Remind her she owes me one. No, you can't ask her why she owes me one. Some things just aren't your business.
Tell Tara I said stay outta trouble. And tell Parker I'm not dead.
[very long pause, swallows several times before a clank of glass on wood] Knew you'd come back eventually. Don't let Nate being an ass drive you away again. The team needs you.