It has been a couple of days since the team arrived in Baku and today is the day that will show us if the repairs have been successful or not. I hope for Mick's sake that there are no more issues. Speaking of the devil I notice a friendly presence which can only mean one thing. I look up from my work to find Mick watching over me. He looks equal parts concerned and excited. In all fairness, none of us has anything to worry about this weekend as we don't have Dmitry breathing down our necks. Even Yuri was feeling optimistic about the weekend.

"Mick, I'd push the car now just so we can see if the repairs were successful," I give my last piece of advice as he gets the last little bit of his gear organised.

"What about FP2?" Mick checks. I find myself rolling my eyes. Of course, he would be planning ahead."It depends on how hard you push now," I say as I get to work on helping Mick into the car. At least Mick seems a little more relaxed. I put it down to the fact that his week has been relatively quiet. After a thumbs up from Mick I give him the standard gesture to send him off. It doesn't take long for me to take my standard seat on the pit wall. As the session goes on I am starting to feel a little on edge. Even though the data shows that there is nothing wrong with the car I feel like there is something off. I chose to ignore the feeling as there is not much that I can do right now. I just need to trust Mick. He will have everything under control. Even then it is all relative. I just can't seem to shake the feeling that something is going to go wrong.

"Morgan are you alright?" Yuri checks on me.

"I can't seem to shake the feeling that something is going to go wrong," I explain.

"If you mention it to Cal he'll jinx it," Yuri is of course referring to Mick's lead engineer. It's not like he can do anything about it either.

"I was only mentioning it to you because you asked," I replied. There was no way that I was going to mention it to anyone else for one reason. There is nothing in the data to suggest that there is anything wrong with the car. After fifteen more minutes, the first free practice session has come to an end. Despite the fact that I had a bad feeling about the session nothing went wrong. In fact, I would go as far as to say it was almost too perfect. I shouldn't really be complaining about it since we gathered most of the required data. I am about to get to work on making some changes but I am stopped.

"Morgan the car performed well. There is nothing that needs to be changed," Mick gives me his report. I know he means as well as the Haas car can perform. Not that it matters.

"Thank you for letting me know. Oh before I forget that means you can push the car in FP2 without worrying about anything," I responded. After a few more hours of work, the time has come for us all to leave. Despite the fact that I still haven't shaken the bad feeling I've had a bit of a relaxing Friday. I quickly finished re-organising my tools. Now for the hard part. Finding Mick. After five minutes of looking, I've found Mick. He is with Sebastian Vettel. I am not surprised. After all, Sebastian is acting as Mick's mentor. Mick locks his gaze to mine as he excuses himself.

"Mick, are you ready to go?" I ask to make sure that I have his attention.

"It depends on you," Mick replies with a grin on his face.

"Let's go then," I say as I grab Mick's hand. I can feel the stairs from Sebastian and his crew. I think at this point our relationship is an open secret. I am honestly surprised that I haven't seen anything in the press, not that I've been looking. It is the day after the first two practice sessions. Right now I am making sure that the car is ready to go for qualifying. The mood in the garage is tense. I can feel it oozing from the three lots of mechanics. It doesn't take long for the green light to signify the start of the first round of qualifying. I send Mick out as quickly as possible. I joined Yuri on the pit wall. My eyes are glued to the timesheet as the time ticks down to the end of Q1. All of the usual suspects are in the top ten however something has caught my eye. Mick's driver abbreviation MSC is twelfth on the timesheet. That means he has the chance to get into Q2 if he can hold the position.

"Come on Mick," I utter as he comes round for the last lap. Without realising it I hold my breath. There is a loud roar as Mick manages to get up to P10. I let out a relieved sigh. It is the best result that the team has had for a while. The thing is I now have to make sure that the car is good to go for Q2. As soon as Mick brings the car to a stop in the garage my team and I flock to the car like vultures. Despite the ten-minute gap and Parc Ferme rules, I want to make sure that the car is alright. I'm not going to make any drastic changes anyway because the set-up seems to be working just the way we want it. I find myself eavesdropping on Mick and Cal's conversation. It is easy considering the fact that we are all connected to the same radio system.

"Look I'm sure you can find some extra time in sector three but it is up to you," Cal tries his best to reassure him.

"I know but the castle section is proving to be more difficult than I anticipated. I will see what I can do though," Mick responds enthusiastically. For some reason, I feel like he is not giving himself enough credit. The ten minutes go by quite quickly. I put it down to the fact that the vibe from the various crew members in the garage is positive for once. As per usual I gesture for Mick to leave. Time seems to fly by again however this time the results are a mixture of disappointment and relief. Disappointment because Mick only missed out on Q3 by one-tenth and relief because nothing has gone wrong yet. After a couple of hours of work, I made it to my hotel room. I am quick to change out of my uniform. As soon as I am done I ragdoll onto my bed. I am quick to bury myself underneath the covers. I turn on the small TV at the end of my bed to see if I can find something to fall asleep to. However, I am out of luck. After what feels like an eternity I decided to talk to the one person that can put my mind at ease. It doesn't take long for me to find the right room. I am about to knock on the door when Mick opens it.

"I see you couldn't sleep either," Mick remarks as he lets me in.

"Yeah, I'm just worried about the race tomorrow. There is a lot that can go wrong," I explain. Yes, before you can ask, I am overthinking things but for the past couple of days, I haven't been able to shake a feeling that something is going to go wrong.

"Look whatever happens I will be fine," Mick replies. He doesn't sound convinced. After a thirty-minute conversation, I am suddenly overcome by a wave of tiredness. What Mick does next catches me by surprise. He lifts the corner of his blanket up and he gestures for me to join him. I reluctantly joined him. I drift off to sleep to the sound of Mick's quiet breathing. The next thing I know is the sound of an alarm blaring in my ears. After a mad dash back to my room I get ready for the day. It doesn't take me long. It has been a couple of hours since then and I am in the garage with my head buried in my work. Thankfully there is not much that I need to do.

"Is the car ready?" Mick asks, pulling me away from the car.

"Yep," I confirm. With that, I am quick to help him get comfortable in the car. It doesn't take long for the rollout to be completed. As per usual the mood is tense however is not as bad as other races. In my case, it is due to the fact that Mick dragged the Haas to P11. It was something that is a blessing in disguise.

"Ok everyone we have two minutes before the race starts," Guenther reminds us via the radio. With that the media personnel and most of my team scatter. In a minute it will be our turn. I make one last quick check of the car to put my mind at ease. It is still weird to me seeing the car one position away from getting points.

"One minute," Ok that is the cue for my team to leave. As soon as the tire blankets come off I make a beeline to the spot on the pit wall. After the rest of the minute goes by a single light comes on signifying the start of the formation lap. As the cars get going I turn my attention to the data. Ok, Morgan calm down. There is nothing that suggests that something is going to go wrong. As I am bracing myself for anything that can go wrong the last car makes it into the last slot. It doesn't take long for all of the lights to come on. After a brief pause it's lights out and away they go. After thirty minutes of a relatively calm race disaster strikes. Max's front left explodes causing him to hit the wall.

"Ok Mick that will trigger a red flag. Stand by for further instructions," Cal is quick to jump on the radio to make sure that Mick is aware of what is going on. Cal immediately turns his attention to me as we wait for the red flag.

"Now would be a good chance to pit," I give my opinion. Sure that might mean a two-stop strategy however the rest of the teams will end up on crappy old tires by the end of the race if they don't pit now. After a minute-long discussion, the red flag has been deployed and the cars peel into the pit lane one by one. The pit crew are quick to change the tires on both cars. After a five-minute wait, the time has come for the race to restart. The first thing that I notice is the fact that the Mercedes belonging to Lewis Hamilton is smoking. I wonder if it has anything to do with the breaks. It doesn't take long for me to get my answer. The lights go out and in turn one Lewis locks up. That means Mick is now up to ninth place.

"Ok, Mick you need to focus on getting the car home. Don't worry about what is going on behind you," Cal gives the mandatory eyes forward message.

"Copy," Comes the response. After an hour and some brilliant defensive work, it came down to the last lap. It will be a close one between Mick and Kimi Räikkönen. I am hoping that Mick can keep ninth. It will be disappointing but it doesn't matter as one point is still better than none. Again I am holding my breath. It is close but Mick makes it out on top. I bounce on my chair with joy.

"Congratulations Mick. That's P9," Cal confirms. It sounds like we will be celebrating well into the night. I am glad that Mick was able to grab two points after the crap show that was Monaco. Relief floods the Haas garage. I was right that something was going to go wrong however it had nothing to do with the team. It was some of the other teams that had issues. It may be a small victory but it is still a victory.