“Pretty much,” Elizabeth stated when Gabe stared at her. “It’s pretty common. You’re just focused on the wrong people.”
Gene continued.
“Do you think I’m the only person having a relationship with my partner? Oh, it happens. So that makes me believe you’re homophobic. So no, I’m beating your ass!” he stated.
As he tried to get to Gabe, Elizabeth grabbed him by the back of the jeans.
“It’s not worth it,” she said. “You have to hit him where it hurts, and his concrete block head is not it,” she said, knowing how to do it.
Elizabeth focused on their boss.
Well, Gene’s boss because she stopped listening to Gabe about three years ago.
He was an idiot regarding most things.
“Oh, Gabriel.”
He pointed at her.
“Don’t‘oh, Gabriel’me, LaRue. This isn’t about you,” he stated.
Gene lowered his voice to a tone just short of menacing. There were only two outcomes.
Gabe got his ass beat, and he got shot by LaRue, or Gabe backed off.
That.
Was.
It.
“Give Ethan his badge back,” he stated. “If you give him his badge back, I’ll walk my ass out there, and head back toPhillylike this bullshit never happened. If you don’t, then, you’re going to regret it.”
He laughed.
“Is that a threat? Agent, I don’t deal with terrorists.”
Elizabeth opened her mouth, and Gabe pointed at her.
“Shut up. You’re not a terrorist. You’re the bane of my existence like an intestinal bug. You make me want to shit and vomit at the same time. I do not need two cowboys running amok!”
She would have laughed, but Gene was one comment away from shooting Gabe, and Elizabeth would let him.
Seriously.
Did the man have no sense? A man who married an agent who workedUNDERhim?
An employee that called him boss?
Someone was the pot calling the kettle black in this room, and it wasn’t the two, underpaid, underappreciated agents.
That was for damn sure.
“It’s a promise, Gabe,” Gene said.
Gabe shrugged.
“A rule is a rule.”
