Friday, February 21, 2014
Friendship at its Finest
“What room is he in?”
“He’s in six, but Reetha, I think you should let me talk to him. Alone.”
“Hell no, Dante.”
“No way, and hear me out. This ass-packet has caused me nothing but grief for years. He hacked my computer, my computer Dante, he’s not bright enough to do that alone. He tossed me to the dogs, literally, tossed my full blown heated ass into a pack of horny dogs. My wolf was missing tufts of fur for weeks after that …”
Reetha stopped moving when she felt Dante’s hand on her arm and looked back at him.
“Jilly told me about that one, she was impressed … Reetha, shite, come here, love.” Warm arms surrounded her as the tears she always tried to hold back, soaked his shirt. “I know what it’s like to lose a partner, the hopelessness and frustration, but … “
Reetha pushed away and swiped at her eyes. “She wasn’t just my partner, Dante. She was my partner, my love … and this guy,” she huffed, pointing down the hall. “This guy injected her with Tranq one time and the withdrawal killed her. One time, Dante!”
“Reetha, I didn’t know. I’m so sorry. Tranq is a designer drug that acts like several hits of heroin all at once and is the only drug that works on shifters. It’s fast and it’s destructive. Let me deal with this guy, Ree.”
“No.” Reetha turned and headed toward room six. “I want to take this guy apart. Get the name of his supplier and then watch while Nick tears him apart.”
“You’d let Nick finish the job?”
“He’s my packs alpha and even though they don’t want me right now I respect his right to lead and provide protection to all in our pack.”
Reetha reached for the handle and took a deep breath. “I can do this, Dante.”
“Yes, you can, but not alone. I’m with you, my friend, and we will break this guy. I promise.”
Nick held the trench coat closed with one hand and quieted the rulers in the pocket with the other. He could do nothing about the big wings flopping around on his back as headed towards Ziva’s office. He was completely nude beneath the coat and looking for a way to make up for the aborted Valentine’s Day dinner.
Nick pushed the door open and stuck his head in and with his voice low murmured, “I’m here to give you my grace, human.” And he slid into the room.
“Oh my, come on in, angel-boy and let’s see what’s under that trench.”