Elizabeth was to the point.
“So if we’re right, someone started on those graves that are closest to the trees, to practice. Then, it escalated. We need ID on those eyeballs because that’s our next step.”
Well, Callen could push that too.
Pulling out his phone, he called his other spouse, who answered rather quickly.
“Hey, handsome. I don’t have anything else for the wife, so if she’s making you call so you can sweet talk me, she’s out of luck. I know her game.”
Oh, he wished.
Instead, he went there.
“Have Saint get you to the hotel. We need some medical care.”
And that got the normal response.
He gasped.
“What the hell happened?” he asked, as he began moving around the morgue to get his things.
Callen laughed.
“Well, we met an almost seven-foot giant who kicked the shit out of Raphael, Ivan, Elizabeth, and Ethan. We need your medical kit.”
He was worried.
“Are they okay?”
He updated him.
“Raphael’s balls need to be iced, Ivan’s got a broken nose, and he’s likely to be even more cranky than normal. Ethan landed on Elizabeth, but he might have sprained his jerking off wrist, and Elizabeth’s back met a tombstone. So, as per usual, it’s been funsies in the field.”
And not a good fun either.
“Oh, Jesus.”
Yeah, tell them about it.
“See you at the hotel. Oh, and if you don’t have something for her, she’s going to bite your head off just because she hates when someone knocks her around. My suggestion is browbeat one of the techs to give youANYTHINGfor Boss-zilla.”
Oh, he bet.
“I’ll see what I can bring with me in the way of information. See you there.”
He hung up.
That’s when Callen warned them.
“Well, you four are getting lectured,” he said. “Christopher is about to get so very cranky with you, you, and you,” he said pointing at Elizabeth, Ethan, and then back at Elizabeth again.
She laughed.
Finally, she could breathe.
And it was nice.
“What do you mean us? Not at us. He’s going to ask why you two chuckle heads didn’t save us before the Not-So-Jolly-Green Giant whipped our asses.”
