simple.
Chapter Two
FBI West
Monday Night
The flight back on the jet didn't take long at all. In mid-air, they tried to check in with Callen, but he was in the middle of delicate meetings which needed his full attention.
So, instead of breaking the news to him, Elizabeth left a message. It was funny because had she wished he wouldn’t answer, he surely would have.
This was dodging in the purest sense of the word, but she couldn’t help it. Once they were in the field, and Callen found out, he was going to lose his mind. Where Ethan wasn’t happy with Gabe, Callen was equally pissed off.
Only, Ethan Blackhawk was better at playing the political office game. Callen would just come right out and tell the man to pound sand.
Like herself, he was a bit more outspoken.
As they strolled back into the office, Ginny was packing up for the night to head home.
“Bosses! Welcome back! I assume that Mrs. B kicked ass as usual!”
She grinned, handing her the qualification papers for her file. “You know I did, Ginny. Where are the two agents that I asked you to detain for me?”
Their secretary pointed at their doors. “Agent Flowers is in Mr. B’s office, and Agent Seaton is in yours. They’ve only been waiting about five minutes. Both look pretty stirred up to get called into the principal’s office.”
Good. She liked when her team wondered what she was up to. It kept everyone on their toes.
As they approached the door, Ethan stopped her. “You know you can’t tell him anything personal about Johanna,” he warned, knowing his wife. While playing Cupid was one thing, breaking HR rules was a totally different situation.
It was dangerous.
It could get them fired.
Truth be told, they weren’t immune to the rules. In fact, they were held at a much higher standard.
“It’s like you think I fell off the boss truck just yesterday. One day, you’re going to have faith in me,” she teased.
“Oh, I have faith in you. I also have HR threatening to chain you up in the tower if you screw with their policies.”
“Yummy. That’s really kinky. Will you be coming to rescue me or leaving me in the chains for a while?”
He lifted an eyebrow as he lowered his voice. “See? That’s exactly what scares me shitless. No one can predict what’s going to come out of your mouth. You’re a menace to my sanity.”
She lovingly patted his cheek. “We’ll do the talk, send them on their way, and then head home. You and I can drive out there tomorrow morning. It’s not that far, and I don’t feel like doing the paperwork for using the jet.”
He laughed. There was something about his wife, even when he knew she was a wildcard, it still gave him peace. Maybe it was the icy blue eyes and the riotous curly black hair. She was still a sweet angel to him, despite what he knew to be fact. “Yeah, like you even know what that paperwork looks like.”
“It’s all paper-y and white. See? I can describe it accurately.”
“Behave, Elizabeth.”
With that, she winked and headed in. Once inside, she found her agent sitting on her couch.
He looked like shit.
No, that wasn’t quite an accurate description. He needed a haircut, his eyes were filled with so much pain, and his suit jacket was a wrinkled mess, almost like he slept in it all night.
Holy hell!
He was falling apart.
“Wow, Agent Seaton, you’re not looking so good. Did you recently go on a bender?”
He didn't reply.
Okay, this was going to be like a trip to the dentist.
Pulling a file from her cabinet, she dropped it on her desk before sitting down. “Agent, you’re going back out on assignment. You’ve been back in house since Friday, and we need your help.”
He didn't say anything. Instead, he simply shrugged his acceptance. At that point, he didn't care what happened to him. If the bosses were
Chapter Two
FBI West
Monday Night
The flight back on the jet didn't take long at all. In mid-air, they tried to check in with Callen, but he was in the middle of delicate meetings which needed his full attention.
So, instead of breaking the news to him, Elizabeth left a message. It was funny because had she wished he wouldn’t answer, he surely would have.
This was dodging in the purest sense of the word, but she couldn’t help it. Once they were in the field, and Callen found out, he was going to lose his mind. Where Ethan wasn’t happy with Gabe, Callen was equally pissed off.
Only, Ethan Blackhawk was better at playing the political office game. Callen would just come right out and tell the man to pound sand.
Like herself, he was a bit more outspoken.
As they strolled back into the office, Ginny was packing up for the night to head home.
“Bosses! Welcome back! I assume that Mrs. B kicked ass as usual!”
She grinned, handing her the qualification papers for her file. “You know I did, Ginny. Where are the two agents that I asked you to detain for me?”
Their secretary pointed at their doors. “Agent Flowers is in Mr. B’s office, and Agent Seaton is in yours. They’ve only been waiting about five minutes. Both look pretty stirred up to get called into the principal’s office.”
Good. She liked when her team wondered what she was up to. It kept everyone on their toes.
As they approached the door, Ethan stopped her. “You know you can’t tell him anything personal about Johanna,” he warned, knowing his wife. While playing Cupid was one thing, breaking HR rules was a totally different situation.
It was dangerous.
It could get them fired.
Truth be told, they weren’t immune to the rules. In fact, they were held at a much higher standard.
“It’s like you think I fell off the boss truck just yesterday. One day, you’re going to have faith in me,” she teased.
“Oh, I have faith in you. I also have HR threatening to chain you up in the tower if you screw with their policies.”
“Yummy. That’s really kinky. Will you be coming to rescue me or leaving me in the chains for a while?”
He lifted an eyebrow as he lowered his voice. “See? That’s exactly what scares me shitless. No one can predict what’s going to come out of your mouth. You’re a menace to my sanity.”
She lovingly patted his cheek. “We’ll do the talk, send them on their way, and then head home. You and I can drive out there tomorrow morning. It’s not that far, and I don’t feel like doing the paperwork for using the jet.”
He laughed. There was something about his wife, even when he knew she was a wildcard, it still gave him peace. Maybe it was the icy blue eyes and the riotous curly black hair. She was still a sweet angel to him, despite what he knew to be fact. “Yeah, like you even know what that paperwork looks like.”
“It’s all paper-y and white. See? I can describe it accurately.”
“Behave, Elizabeth.”
With that, she winked and headed in. Once inside, she found her agent sitting on her couch.
He looked like shit.
No, that wasn’t quite an accurate description. He needed a haircut, his eyes were filled with so much pain, and his suit jacket was a wrinkled mess, almost like he slept in it all night.
Holy hell!
He was falling apart.
“Wow, Agent Seaton, you’re not looking so good. Did you recently go on a bender?”
He didn't reply.
Okay, this was going to be like a trip to the dentist.
Pulling a file from her cabinet, she dropped it on her desk before sitting down. “Agent, you’re going back out on assignment. You’ve been back in house since Friday, and we need your help.”
He didn't say anything. Instead, he simply shrugged his acceptance. At that point, he didn't care what happened to him. If the bosses were
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