At least they’d be together.
When Greyson came in, he pointed.
“Gene, you’re going to the ER. Ethan, you’re going to the airport as soon as your partner gets released from medical treatment.”
Gene lifted a brow.
“Why is he going to the airport?” he asked.
Oh, maybe because they’d managed to piss off Gabe, and he wasn’t in a good mood.
“You know who wants loverboy’s report in person. He’s likely going to bust his balls, give him some dirty looks, and then sentence him to the shit jobs inPhilly. Congrats. You’re delivering this report. Make sure you have itPERFECTLYdone when you get there.”
Ethan laughed.
“Oh, no, I’m being grounded and sent back toPhillywithout this nightmare vacation to come back to,” he stated.
Gene laughed.
“I just want to go home. I’ll meet you there, EJ. I think I’ve had enough of Puerto Rico for this year.”
And no one blamed him.
NO.
ONE.
Epilogue
Washington D.C.
Meeting Time
Thursday Morning
Special Agent Ethan Blackhawk had plenty of time to write his report on the way to his boss’s office. He’d whipped out his laptop on the flight, and sent it so that Gabe would have it before he arrived.
He was running a little late, but honestly, he didn’t give a shit.
Gene had to have surgery to get screws in his arm, and he wasn’t leaving his side until he was out, safe, and in the clear.
Then, Will and Corbin had tied the knot on the beach, and they’d both been there. Granted, Gene had been drugged up as fuck, but they’d not dropped the ball.
Gabe could wait.
What was he going to do?
Ground him?
This morning, they’d headed to the airport, and as Corbin and Will stayed to honeymoon, Ethan sent his lover back to DC.
Someone was flying on pain pills, and the last thing he wanted to do was let the man go unattended. Someone had to control the big man on the flight.
Now, at least, Greyson was talking to them. He’d gotten his ass reamed by Gabe for shits and giggles.
A dead Fed, killed by a Fed on vacation…
It was a shit mess.
