As he got off the plane, he grabbed his two carry-on bags—one for him, and one for Ethan, and got ready to get arrested for likely domestic terrorism.
Because he was going to hold the Deputy Director of the FBI hostage until he cried and apologized.
Yeah, he was that damn angry.
After the showdown with Ethan, he was pretty sure they were both going to be unemployed, so he and Ethan were going to run away.
Somewhere.
When he’d packed his own bag, he’d grabbed them some things as he delusionally packed for whatever the next chapter was in their lives.
Hiatus.
Prison.
Whatever…
Because this was far from over. Gene wasn’t a‘take it sitting down’kind of a guy, and if his man thought that he was running and escaping their relationship…
He wasn’t.
Gene would chase him down every single time because that was what partners did. Deep down, he had to hope Ethan would have come for him if he irrationally made the choice to leave.
Was that too much to ask?
As he wheeled the two suitcases to his rental, which was no easy task with one arm in a cast from wrist to elbow, and the pain from the surgery still nagging him, he could feel that temper simmering.
Oh, he was going to be a bitch to deal with today. God help anyone who tried to stop him.
At the rental, he tossed the two suitcases into the trunk and then headed toward the FBI building. The drive was automatic, and it gave Gene time to think.
Deep down, it was weird being back in DC.
Oh, don’t get him wrong, he wanted nothing more than to swing by Georgetown, and check on their home, but he had big fat fish to fry over the fiery gates of Hell.
That would have to wait.
Already, he had a ticket booked to go wrangle his partner, so fingers were crossed that he’d make that flight, and he wouldn’t be on his way to Leavenworth instead.
Yeah, this week had gone to shit pretty damn fast. The only high points were that he didn’t die by the hands of a serial killer, and Corbin got married.
Who would have seen it going this far south?
Yeah, it was time to call an asshole out.
Parking his rental in the FBI parking lot where the employees parked, he headed inside of the building and had to clear security.
His badge was scanned, and he signed in. Unfortunately for Gene, his gun had been confiscated when he’d been put on administrative leave.
Oh, because he could really use it right about now to shoot the boss in the ass for being an idiot.
While he might not have a gun, he did have one thing in his favor.
Gabe didn’t expect him.
The last thing he wanted was for Gabe to slip out the back before they had their confrontation.
Because it was going to be a doozy.
