What caught him off guard was that familiar voice.
“Oh, Mr. Yummy showed up today,” Christina said, amused.
Ethan saw her and stared.
“Uh, is that the ghost of Christina past? How did you pull this off?”
Chris raised his hand.
And now, Ethan sighed.
“You outdid all of us. You gifted her a head tech! None of us can beat that when it comes to our anniversary or Christmas!”
Chris hugged his husband, and he was well aware.
“Oh, I know. It looks like, and I’m going to steal a Tony thing, so forgive me, but King of the Husbands.”
Elizabeth just laughed.
Yeah, well, she hoped her husband was still just as amused when she had to tell him that the ME not far away was getting booted from this case since his father was a criminal.
Oh, and they had a dead soldier missing an organ.
That was a little too close to home.
But for now, she’d wait. What she wanted was all she could get from the team, and then, she’d crush Chris’ hopes and dreams.
“You all know why I’m here, and it’s not to see if you’ve had breakfast.”
Chrissy rolled by.
“Did you bring breakfast?” she asked. “Asking for my rumbly tumbly.”
Elizabeth sighed.
“Chris, did you tell her that along with the role of managing this shitshow, she gets to be in charge of feeding them, too?” she asked, making that shit up, but she was so grateful to have Chrissy back, she’d give the woman her spleen.
Yeah, it was too soon to go there.
Christina looked surprised.
“So I get to stare at Ethan, get a title, and now I am in charge of feeding time at the zoo?” she asked, a little too giggly. “This is my dream.”
Ethan laughed.
“That’s going to bite us in the ass. Christina is bottomless. She can eat her weight in food. I’m not sure we can afford that,” he joked.
Chris wasn’t playing.
Everyone was on their best behavior, shit was getting done, and Tony wasn’t raising hell.
“I’ll get a second job,” Chris stated. “It’s worth it.”
They’d take the man’s word for it. He was the last one they wanted stressed.
“Well, team, tell me about last night’s‘victim’,” she said, using the term loosely. “And before you tell me she’s not a victim, I’m going to call bullshit. Because if I was dead and in the box, and someone dug me up, that gives victim status for lopping off a head, and violating the sanctity of death.”
No one argued.
