Well, fuck.
He had a very valid point.
“So, good luck with that, Lewis. Because while you may be a spider, you’re about to walk into the web of the real one, and she’s going to make you cry.”
With that, he tapped his fingers against his forehead, and walked away, leaving to go back outside with his girls on his day off.
And Lewis watched him leave.
Yeah, and he knew one thing.
Duke had been right.
He was fucked.
* * *The Blackhawk Family* * *
Morgue
Pack up Time
Tuesday
Mid-Day
As Chrissy was packing up her gear, getting ready to head out, Callen headed in, and he was carrying a box of evidence. Not only did he have the things from twenty years ago, but he also had samples from stored kits.
Whistling, she got Ben’s attention. He was helping Chris get their gear ready, as he went to go oversee the exhumations.
He headed their way.
“Here you go,” Callen said. “Just what you wanted for your Tuesday morning. Old jizz.”
She laughed.
“Callen Whitefox, you sweet talker,” she joked.
It made him laugh.
How could it not?
As Ben reached them, she was to the point.
“I’m staying here. You’re on cemetery duty. I’ve got trace to work on,” she stated.
The man didn’t look happy, but then again, he’d been bitchy since yesterday when she showed up.
Someone was butthurt.
Oh, well.
Life went on when you were working on Elizabeth’s team, and he needed to get a thick skin.
Fast.
“I can handle the trace…”
She shut that shit down.
