Page 419 of Chaos has a Name
The Breakroom
Coffee Break
FBI West
Heading into the room, he made himself and Axl a coffee, and when he was finished, he sat down and pulled out his phone.
Ethan needed help.
The kind of assistance he needed wasn’t the kind that anyone in his family could help him with either.
This was a special kind of help.
As he waited for her to answer, Ethan questioned what he was doing about a million times.
It felt horrible going behind his wife’s back, and his spouses backs.
Only, here he was.
Doing just that.
When her pretty, smiling face came on the screen, the woman he told all of his secrets to was surprised to hear from him.
“HEY! How’s it going?” Callie asked.
To be honest, she was just thinking about him.
“Hey, Callie. It’s going,” he said, really worried and confused.
She could hear it in his voice.
“What happened?”
When he hesitated, she knew that something had definitely gone down.
She knew him well.
“Ethan, we’re friends. Just talk to me. This doesn’t have to be a shrink session.”
Thankfully, she was his friend, and he could always call her when he needed to.
“I have a dilemma.”
That had her full attention.
She’d been worried about him. When they’d hauled ass out of DC, it had been against her best judgment for Ethan. He’d had a traumatic experience, finally handfasted with Gene, and then was off on a case.
She knew him well, and this wasn’t a good thing. When the pile-on began, he tended to get overwhelmed.
If he was calling, two days after arriving there, something was up.
“What is it?”
He hoped she could help him.
“Do you recall all the times we discussed me returning here when my brother and I were estranged?”
Of course, she did.
