Cut and Run 1 - Cut and Run

Unless he was sensitive to drugs. Shit. And Zane had given him a lot. He dragged himself up and pulled on his jeans. This wasn't going to be pretty; he could feel it in his bones.
    Ty was on his knees on the expensive tile, head hanging as he panted for breath. As soon as he'd moved quickly after waking so suddenly his stomach had turned, and he'd known he was going to lose last night's miniscule dinner. As he slumped miserably in front of the toilet, he knew that most likely there was more to this than the concussion. Zane had given him something—probably something to get him to sleep so he could go off on his own and do God knew what. His head hanging in the toilet this morning pretty much confirmed that. Ty had never handled any sort of chemicals well. Even too much Tylenol had a tendency to make him queasy.
    As soon as he was sure he wouldn't fall over, he pulled himself to his feet and grabbed the sink counter, holding onto it as he splashed his face with water.
    In the outer room, Zane's face was grim. They had a lot to do today, including finding out who had tried to kill them. Again. Deciding not to wait, he started getting dressed. He pulled a T-shirt over his head. He wished briefly for a less shitty start to the morning, but he supposed he only had himself to blame. Shrugging into the holster, he dismissed it. He was here to work, not get touchy feely or indulge himself—and he'd already gone over the line with Ty too many times.
    "You fuckshit!” Ty called hoarsely from the bathroom.
    Zane snorted. It was about what he had expected to hear. Slightly more creative.
    "What did you give me?” Ty demanded angrily.
    Zane's lips twitched. “Diphenhydramine hydrochloride,” he answered, pulling socks and a long-sleeved button-up out of his duffel.
    "Fucking Benadryl? What the hell, man?” Ty asked in a hoarse, incredulous voice. “Were you trying to put me in a coma?” he asked angrily. “How much did you give me?"
    "Just three capsules,” Zane answered flatly.
    For Ty, three capsules was damn near an overdose. Christ, he would be twitching for weeks after this. He closed his eyes and snorted like a bull preparing to charge, trying to calm himself. “Did you get our things?” he asked in a barely controlled voice.
    Zane appeared in the doorway, pulling on his holster over his shirt, and then stood there looking at him for a long moment. “No,” he said shortly before walking out to the main room.
    "Get your ass back here,” Ty snarled at him as he left.
    Ignoring him, Zane stopped at the low table in front of the couch and started filling his pockets. Wallet, keys, paper with phone numbers, Holiday Inn key card.
    Ty turned and followed unsteadily, furious again. Zane had no fucking right to be pissed off. He watched him, waiting for him to turn around again.
    Zane knew Ty was behind him. He also knew Ty was angry, but so was he. He wished Ty hadn't got hurt, because Ty's attitude being so reduced bothered him quite a bit. He wished now he'd gone ahead to the hotel. He might as well have had their things if Ty was going to be utterly pissed at him. Zane turned around and looked at him, waiting.
    Ty met his eyes, nostrils flaring as he tried to keep calm. He had actually trusted the fucker. Even something as small as being slipped Benadryl in his Coke was a huge deal to someone who was accustomed to having his life on the line every day. It was taking a massive effort not to overreact, and it was making his head hurt.
    What hurt the most was that he still had to work with Zane—and try to trust him—even after this shit. He took a slow, deep breath. “Tell me you won't do it again,” he requested after a long moment of silence, his voice finally calm again.
    Raising a brow slowly, Zane considered. That wasn't what he'd expected. He'd figured Ty would blast him or even take a swing at him. But would Zane dose his partner again? Knowing what he did now about how Ty would react physically, there was only one logical answer. “All right,” he said slowly. “I won't do it again."
    Ty was silent, waiting for more, for an apology of some sort.
    "I'm going downstairs to get us some coffee and breakfast,” Zane added. With that he turned and left the room, door snapping shut behind him.
    Ty was left standing in the middle of the room, confused by Zane's anger and feeling betrayed by someone he hadn't known he'd completely trusted.
    Zane was back in twenty minutes, a white bag of food in one hand