Page 422 of Chaos has a Name
Because she expected the exact same reception from these two men as she’d gotten in the bar, it was time to change it up.
Call it a hunch.
“Callen, you’re up again,” she said. “In fact, let’s try something,” she said.
That had his attention.
“You and Rayna handle it. Alone. Turn your com on, and we’ll listen,” she said. “If I have any questions, I’ll alert you on your earbud.”
Honestly, that was something he could absolutely get behind. The less she was out in the open, the better. Twice now, someone had nearly killed her, and that was making him twitchy.
What he wanted to do was send her back to DC, and handle this on his own. While he knew his wife was damn good at her job, this was the rez, and it was problematic for anyone not from there.
This proved it.
“We’ll keep security back by the vehicle, so be careful, okay?” she asked.
Gene tapped his vest.
“MATE, transfer call to Callen’s vest. Resume so Ethan and Axl can stay connected.”
Once he said her name, MATE popped into the vehicle, and was sitting in Gene’s lap.
Well, in him, since she was a hologram and non-corporeal.
“That isn’t something I like seeing,” Gene said. “We have seats available. I have a husband now, MATE. Sit in Callen’s lap.”
Ethan didn’t miss a beat. He was back with coffees, and he could see what Gene was talking about since the video was streaming from Callen’s vest.
“I’m good with it,” he said, busting his husband’s ass. “Have at him. He likes when I sit in his lap too.”
Gene laughed.
“Thanks, EJ,” Gene said, amused.
Elizabeth pointed.
“If we’re done playing‘get fondled by the hologram’, can we get this done? I still have to bust balls at the morgue.”
They got it.
She was focused, and on a mission.
Getting out, security was already there, and stood by the vehicle, giving Callen space. Gryphen and Uriel were watching the two people who were drinking beer.
Alcohol and the cops could go either way.
As Rayna and Callen approached, the two men sighed.
“Here comes the goddamn cops,” Joseph said. “Can’t a guy have a beer on a lawn chair on a Thursday without having his balls busted?” he asked.
Rayna shrugged.
“I mean, you can. I’m not here to hassle you about that. You’re on your own property—more or less. Bottoms up,” she said.
Hearing that, they clinked their red cans off of each other, and took a sip.
Callen introduced himself.
