Page 99 of Chaos has a Name
It was kind of cathartic to be back in this groove, in a way.
Instead of saying more to Callen, she focused on Rayna.
“What you’ll find, Chief, is that I’m not exactly easy to predict when it comes to what I’m going to do,” she admitted. “I’m not what you see on TV or in the media. Callen is right. I’m much more comfortable in this skin, than the public persona.”
She sipped her coffee.
“I see.”
Elizabeth narrowed her eyes.
“Is me being white going to be problematic for you?” she asked, taking a stab at it. Whenever she encountered a Native, they were almost always hesitant due to her ethnicity.
And she got it.
If she’d been marched down a trail, given smallpox, and locked away on a reservation to starve, she’d be antsy around people too.
“Not me, per se,” she admitted. “With the council. Nothing can go on without their approval.”
Elizabeth pointed at Callen.
“My liaison to the Native community will clear the way. If they don’t want me on the reservation working a case, I have bad news. I’m living in Timothy Blackhawk’s cabin. I’m already here, so I might as well keep the reservation safe.”
Well, Rayna also had bad news for her.
“That’s not a cabin. That’s a mansion built of logs. When you have to clear more trees to keep building on a cabin, it’s no longer that.”
Oh, she was aware.
Glancing over, she pointed at Callen.
“I told you that the McMansion was going to bite me in the ass,” she admitted. “Oh, let’s build it bigger, he said. It will not even be noticed, he said. It’ll blend in with the surroundings, he said.”
Callen laughed.
How could he not?
He loved riling his wife up, and given the chance, he was going to do it often.
Every.
Single.
Day.
“Beautiful, you can’t fit five of us, three grandparents, and a slew of kids in that old cabin. You like kids and are easy. That’s not my fault.”
Chris laughed when she picked up a cookie, and tossed it at him.
Callen caught it, and bit into it.
“Thanks. Fast food.”
That was when she rolled her eyes.
Why?
He wasn’t wrong.
