Cut and Run 1 - Cut and Run

forced to sit through hours of doctoring and interviews while Garrett got away, damn him. Quietly Henninger related what he remembered to his partner.
    Morrison frowned as well. “If Grady got Garrett out, he couldn't have been hurt that bad,” he said.
    "He was,” Henninger murmured. “Trust me."
    "So what are they hiding? Something's off."
    "You're saying you think they're dirty?” Henninger asked dubiously.
    "I haven't said anything,” Morrison objected sharply. He looked around them again. “But it looks bad, you know? Oversight is coming in to interview us. We'll have to tell them what we saw."
    Henninger pursed his lips and glanced at the dividing curtain with a sigh. “I fucking hate Oversight,” he muttered.
    "Shit, Henny. You about got your face taken off. Don't you want to know who did it?” Morrison asked, crossing his arms.
    Henninger looked up and narrowed his eyes. “Oversight is highly unlikely to make that discovery, wouldn't you say?” he asked softly. “Besides, that's supposed to be what Grady and Garrett are looking into."
    "You saying we should keep our mouths shut?” Morrison asked quietly.
    Henninger stared up at him for a long, silent moment, mulling over the decision. “Yeah,” he finally said with a slow nod. “If they find out Garrett was there, it won't have come from us, got it?"
    "Yeah,” Morrison agreed softly. He stared at him for a long moment before turning his eyes away and shifting uncomfortably. “I hate Oversight, too,” he muttered. “Always picking around in your personal business."
    "Yeah, you should,” Henninger spat. “I swear to God, Mark, if I have to cover for you when you go missing one more time, I'm going to shoot you. In a fun place. One that bleeds a lot."
    "Christ, Henny, fine. I'll be more careful with my fucking lunch dates. That work for you?” Morrison asked, looking a little put out.
    Henninger rolled his eyes and shook his head. “You could wait ‘til you're off the clock like normal people,” he grumbled in annoyance. “It's so unprofessional, it's—"
    "Enough! Jesus! You're on your damn soapbox again. How come you have to be such a goody two-shoes?” Morrison muttered.
    "It's called doing your job, man,” Henninger snapped. “Where the hell did that doctor go?” he asked with a near growl as he resisted the urge to poke at the stitches. “I want to get the fuck out of here."
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Chapter Four
    Ty wasn't sure when he'd fallen asleep, but he woke with a little gasp and a flail of his arms, still sitting in the chair he'd dragged in front of Zane's map of the crime scenes that was pinned to the wall. When he glanced around the room, he saw that Zane was still asleep, having shifted only slightly, perhaps stopped from moving by any pain when his back flexed. Ty looked around the room with a frown. He'd been dreaming, but he couldn't remember anything save for the waking. Had he heard a sound? He grunted and pushed himself out of the chair, walking over silently to kneel next to Zane again.
    The agent's face was softened as he slept, a little flushed, despite being totally uncovered in the room's cool air. He slept silently, one arm curled around the pillow against his chest, the other under the pillow that was under his head—most likely wrapped around his gun, Ty figured. His short brown hair was mussed, and he was scruffy, a day's and night's worth of whiskers growing out. He looked like a different man.
    Ty reached up to feel the side of his face with the backs of his fingers. He didn't feel fevered, at least.
    He had just pulled his hand back when the vibration at his hip caused him to jump guiltily, and he stood quickly and paced away from the bed as he answered his phone.
    "What?” he snapped in a low voice.
    "Special Agent Grady? What is your status?"
    "My status?” Ty asked, feigning confusion.
    "There was an explosion at Federal Plaza today. Several witnesses claim you and Special Agent Garrett were present and possibly injured in the—"
    "No, we're both fine,” Ty answered, cutting the voice off. He resisted the urge to ask how Henninger was doing. “Special Agent Garrett and I were in the reading room when the explosion occurred,” he said firmly instead. “We left to follow a lead and get out of the way of the EMTs."
    "That's not the information we were given, sir. We were told by several bystanders that Special Agent Garrett was present with an Agent Tim Henninger at the time of the