Page 98 of Chaos has a Name
Hadn’t he been shocked as shit when he found out that Elizabeth had asked her new husband to get her the best ME to work there, and that had been him.
Fate was funny.
It all led to this.
Rayna clarified, and hoped she hadn’t insulted the woman.
“I just didn’t think you were going to be the one who handled this. I figured you’d toss it to some agent, and be done with it.”
Yeah, that wasn’t her thing.
Not.
At.
All.
She was honest.
“I tend to be very protective of the reservation,” she admitted. “I have Native children, and I want it safe for them.Plus, my team has yet to arrive. I have agents coming who will handle cases like this, but I’m up to bat. Problem?”
She hesitated.
Elizabeth cocked her head.
“You can just say it. What has you concerned? I can read a room, Chief Running Wolf.”
She shrugged.
“I mean, I kind of thought that you would be more an office girlie, and not a‘get-your-hands-dirty’girlie. That’s all.”
The men laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
Callen took this one. It was best the woman knew what she was in for because once Elizabeth got her fangs into a case, she wasn’t letting go.
She’d alpha predator it to the end.
“Rayna, she gets very dirty and loves it. Trying to get her to put on a suit is like trying to get a greased pig into a cage,” he said, and then felt it when she kicked him in the shin.
He flinched.
“Not the kind of pain I like, Angel,” he muttered, moving his ankle away.
Only, she didn’t miss a beat.
“Then use an analogy where I’m not the slippery porker, Callen James. You know better than to use a figure of speech with me being the slippery pre-bacon oinker. We’ve been married almost fourteen years.”
Ethan was amused.
Yep.
They were back.
This was very reminiscent to the days where they flew by the seat of their pants, trying to get shit done.
