“Hey Tony,” Abby murmured. She looked up from one of her machines and blinked at him before, she waved one hand at him. “Stay there and give me five minutes.” “Sure,” Tony agreed. He stood back against the door and pulled his BlackBerry out. He’d recently gotten a news app he actually liked, and there was always something to read on there. Opening the app, he thumbed over to the sports section to see what Ohio State was up to.
“This was justice,” Rabb said quietly. “It’s harsh. And unforgiving. But it is justice.” “Oh, I know,” Tony agreed.
“Hey Tony!” “Hey, Eileen!” Tony called from the kitchen. He had the prime rib roast he’d bought on Monday out and was staring at it. “Why are you staring at the meat?” Eileen asked. She had a grocery bag in her hand and set it on the counter before walking over to stand at his elbow. “What’s the plan?” “Roast beef, mashed potatoes, asparagus, gravy, sourdough bread, and salad,” Tony said, ticking off what he had planned. “I’ve also got cheesecake.” “Okay. I’ve got the appetizers,” Eileen said, shaking the grocery bag.
When claws latched onto his thigh, Tony hissed and looked down at Loki. “Cat, this has spices on it, and you hate it. The last time I offered it to you, you left it. And you’re a mooch, and you left this stuff.” From the way the claws were flexing in his thigh, Loki didn’t believe him. “Little asshole,” Tony hissed. He firmly ignored the cat and started pulling the fajita mix off the griddle, and dropped it in the bowl before turning the heat off. Once that was done, Tony snagged the hot pad and moved the griddle off the heat so the residue didn’t burn.
“How did Kate do?” “She read through everything and was horrified at what happened to Brown’s victims. She also read through the profile that Aaron and his team wrote for us, and she agreed that she would have missed a lot of the things they pointed out,” Tony said. “She seemed a bit chagrined to realize that, too.” “Huh. She can learn,” Gibbs muttered as he opened the file and started reading.
“Do you want me to get you some more coffee?” Gibbs asked as he settled behind his own desk. “It does nothing for me,” Tony admitted. He glanced up at Gibbs and raised an eyebrow at him as he stared at him in horror. “I know. It’s a travesty that becoming a werewolf took away my caffeine reactivity. I miss the bump to waking up.” “That’s horrible,” Gibbs said.
Tony pulled the soft-sided pet carrier he used to transport Loki around out of the car. From the way his cat was carrying on, he wasn’t happy with being carted around. “Stop your bitching, Fuzzbutt. You need to get groomed. There are drifts of fluff in the house, and I’m sick of using the rollers to clean my clothes!” From the yowling his cat was doing, he didn’t care about his clothes.
MCRT has arrested the serial killer and now the hard part really has to happen. Tony has to make sure that the case gets to court.
