Talk about not knowing how to use an inside voice, or better yet, keep it in your head.
Callen sighed.
“Suddenly, I have a headache. To think, this would have been so much less stressful having dinner with Ethan and Timothy,” he stated to Gene.
That was funny.
Sort of.
As for a headache…
Yeah, well, that was the norm for them.
And it was about to be bigger for the Feds.
Bet on it.
Chapter Seven
The Scene
Thirty Minutes Later
Friday Night
Oh, it was about to get chaotic on the reservation, and already, pretty much what Callen predicted happened. The reservation council appeared, and then, gave him a lecture on making sure to monitor the situation.
Chief Redbear was so far up his ass on this one, if he yawned, he could cosplay as the man.
It took a lot of reassurance when word had hit that they had bodies on the rez. If Callen ever saw the man who’d found the bodies and then ran his mouth at the bar…he’d kick his ass.
The only reason Tom Redbear wasn’t being a dick was for one reason, and only one reason.
Timothy Blackhawk’s grandson.
Oh, and not him.
Ethan.
They eased up on him a little bit when they saw that one of the FBI agents handling this was Timothy’s‘other grandson’.
That’s what they referred to him as, since he was half white, and clearly a disappointment to them, but they would risk it since he had ties to the people here.
Honestly, it took all Callen had not to slap the stupid out of them for even thinking‘half-breed’. When he heard his deputy utter those words to the chief…
Yeah, old habits die hard.
He could remember all of the times he’d gotten into fist fights when some asshole insulted his brother, and he’d wanted to do it all over again.
Only, now, Ethan didn’t need him.
He could hold his own, and the derogatory looks didn’t seem to bother him.
Or he was just so accustomed to it that he didn’t give a fuck anymore.
Callen wasn’t sure which was true, but it still pissed him off to see people being dicks to his brother.
You’d think Natives would understand how that was shitty behavior.
