Cut and Run 1 - Cut and Run

waited, Ty silent and nearly brooding alongside him. They both had plenty to think about. At least Zane did, and he resisted the urge to look over at Ty to try to read his face. He watched the elevator numbers change, approaching their floor. “Ty,” he said quietly.
    Ty glanced at him and frowned slightly.
    "My ass hurts, too,” Zane admitted quietly as the doors opened to other people.
    Ty looked from Zane to the several people in the elevator and bit his lip against a smile. Whether they had heard him was hard to tell, but just the fact that Zane had said it lifted a little bit of weight from Ty's shoulders. He couldn't fuck someone without a sense of humor. It just didn't sit right with him. He cleared his throat, trying not to laugh as they entered the elevator. “Okay,” was all he managed to say in response.
    They said nothing more as they rode down to the lobby and went outside to hail a cab. It wasn't necessarily a comfortable silence. More like a temporary truce.
    The taxi dropped them off at the massive Civil War-era gate that marked the main entrance to Green-Wood Cemetery. The rain had lessened some, but it had brought with it a chill that ate through their clothing and nipped at their bare skin. Ty shoved his hands into his pockets and peered up through the falling rain at the stonework with something like reverence. He could already see the appeal of the location as a drop spot.
    Zane stood several feet away, looking around. The weather was perfect for the location—cool and dreary, adding to the inherent quiet and sadness in the graveyard. But it didn't take away from the strange beauty of the place. He studied the huge archway with some interest and appreciation before looking to Ty.
    Ty was still looking up when he spoke. “Hooker was found wrapped in her sheet at one of the tombs,” he told Zane quietly. “No teeth, otherwise untouched."
    The other agent's eyes turned toward the monuments that stood further into the graveyard, past the darkening grass and burnt amber leaves that contrasted sharply with the dirty marble stones. Something inside Zane began to ache a little, and he frowned slightly, shoving his hands into his pockets.
    Ty glanced over at him when he didn't respond. “You okay?” he asked with a frown.
    Zane's eyes flickered, but he nodded right away. “Yeah,” he said quietly. He could feel the weight of the place settling around him. He imagined Ty did, too. The ambiance was too majestic not to feel and feel deeply. “Lead on."
    Ty watched him for a moment and then nodded, bowing his head in the rain as he headed for the gate. Burial grounds had always spoken to Ty in a way not many things did. This one in particular was a beautiful one. It was speaking to him, too, telling him about their killer as he walked over the sodden grass toward the older tombstones.
    Zane followed along behind him, eyes down. They walked in silence as the rain continued to patter through the trees above them. The soaked ground was covered with yellow leaves, obscuring grave markers in places, highlighting them in others. Ty stopped under one of the trees and looked around at the aging stone in appreciation. He drew a sheet of paper from his pocket and studied it for a moment, then looked up into the distance, frowning.
    When Ty paused, Zane almost ran into him. He was too busy taking in the yard around them; the wide variety of stones, the thoughts behind the monuments. It was very different here ... different from what he'd expected. The fall weather had turned the trees into brilliant colors, painting a normally dreary location with streaks of life. It was an odd dichotomy that made his chest ache even more.
    Ty finally determined that they were in relatively the right spot, and he folded the paper and slid it back into his pocket. “This is it,” he murmured.
    They stood on the path that wound through the yard, near a set of family tombs, all lined up in neatly hewn squares. Zane didn't say anything. Instead, he waited to see what insights Ty might have. This side of the search wasn't something Zane had much experience with; he was trained to follow paper trails and details, not pick other people's thoughts and motivations out of thin air.
    Ty was silent as Zane waited, walking around the site slowly with his head down. It was an entirely different side of him; a calm, collected one that seemed totally at odds with his usual abrasiveness. Zane could no longer tell which side of him was