He looked broken.
So, when he got to Timothy to tell him what he’d encountered, he was already aware the man was back, and he told Callen to do the smartest thing.
Avoid.
His.
Brother.
Which was exactly his plan, but if Timothy was saying that something bad was brewing, then somethingHORRIBLEwas heading their way.
That brought them to the family meeting that Timothy had called in order to deal with the situation.
No one wanted to mess with an angry Ethan Blackhawk, so hopefully, they figured out how to avoid that.
“He will be fine,” Timothy stated, as his son and grandson were sitting across from him at the table.
Only, Callen didn’t believe that.
If fine had a look, it wouldn’t be what he saw when his brother appeared.
“Uh, I saw him. He didn’t look fine. He didn’t snarl at me, and he didn’t threaten me. He walked right past me, went to my couch, and pulled a blanket over himself.”
Tomothy was aware.
He felt the shift that morning in the smoke, and he knew what was going on. Now, he had to hope for one thing, and one thing alone.
A miracle.
What they all needed was that the man who would keep his grandson on this path would show up.
It all hinged on that.
It all hinged on Ethan going back to the FBI, so he could fulfill his destiny.
He had to love, heal,THENlose his way in order for the Raven to find him. If any of that didn’t happen, he wouldn’t make it back to them.
Timothy saw the path he would take, and it would lead to destruction.
If Ethan didn’t find the Raven, the next generation of his lineage wouldn’t be born, and the world would be at risk.
This had to come to fruition.
Ethan had to have children, and Callen had to have them too.
It was imperative.
Now, they had to wait to see how these cards played out before them.
Until then, he’d keep the family going on faith.
“He won’t be here long,” Timothy said, putting that positive out into the universe. “Just give him space to heal so he can regroup.”
Callen laughed sardonically.
“Old man, he’sIN MY HOUSE. How do I give him space when I can’t sit on my couch without sittingONhim? How do I avoid a sullen, moody Ethan as he’s copping a squat on my goddamn couch?”
Wyler agreed.
