Sign.
Them.
Up.
The bottom line was that Elizabeth had their backs non-stop. They’d do anything she needed.
“At some point, be ready to mobilize. I’ll be the one making the call on this.”
At his statement, Jagger cringed.
Oh, he knew what that meant.
As someone married to a tough, in-charge woman, crossing that line and usurping control was a slippery slope that didn’t end well for the man.
Ever.
“My dude, she’s going to wear your pretty boy face if you leapfrog her authority as Deputy Director, or wife. She’s particularly prickly when it comes to authority on her cases. I know what that’s like.”
Luckily for Jagger, he moved his leg so he didn’t get a ball shot when his wife aimed lower than his abs for that last comment.
Case in point.
On the phone, Ethan laughed sardonically over that comment.
Oh, he was well aware.
Like he’d said.
Sleeping on a couch for a month was the least of his issues at this point. Keeping Elizabeth intact was his main priority. She was the one out there dealing with this while carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.
Only, his wife needed help, and help she was going to get.
Let her be angry after the fact.
Let her think he was intruding on her job.
Let her make him sleep on the couch, but let her live.
That was the bottom line.
Elizabeth had to live.
PERIOD.
“I know, but a husband has to do what a husband has to do in order to keep his bad-ass wife alive. I’ll be paying for your services privately. I may need the Spiders, too. Just let me deal with the finances, and you guys…”
Maura stopped him.
IMMEDIATELY.
Yeah, that wasn’t happening.
“Absolutely not. We don’t take money from friends when the job means their survival. That’s not going down here. This is about family,” she stated. “We take care of our own. Elizabeth has always had our backs when all we did was call her. When you need us, we’ll be there. Just pick up the phone and let us know.”
A weight lifted off of his shoulders.
As for calling, he would.
