“I have no idea. All I know is Morgan is on his way to pick me up and he’s got Tegan with him to relieve me.”
Dante sucked in air, “Tegan?” he said with a shaky voice.
Ten stopped what he was doing to stare at Dante – he noted the slight shake in his fingers as he slid them through his hair and his eyes that darted around the room landing anywhere but on Ten.
“Seriously? You and Teeg?”
“Not exactly,” Dante whispered.
“You want to talk about it?”
Dante shook his head, “Not right now.”
“You going to be okay working with him? I can call Morg and ask him to get someone else.”
“No. Morgan would only take you off this Op if it was really important. I’m not going to waste time just because I may or may not have an issue with Tegan. I’ll be fine.”
Ten picked up his bag and walked towards him, “Okay, if you’re sure.”
“I am.”
Ten spent the next fifteen or so minutes either pacing by the door or looking through the peephole every time the elevator dinged.
When he finally saw Morgan and Tegan walking down the hall, he yanked the door open, “Tell me.”
Morgan glared at him, “Wait here,” he said as he walked Tegan inside. Ten heard Morgan introduce Tegan to Tracy and explain to her what was going on and then he braced himself when he heard Morgan’s footsteps returning to the open door.
Morgan pulled the door closed as a thousand different thoughts raced through Ten’s head as to why Morgan would need to pull him off an Op. Finally, he just settled on, “Did I do something wrong?”
Morgan quickly shook his head, “No, of course not. But I’m going to tell you something.”
“What is it?”
“When I tell you, you’re going to want to run out of here half-cocked.”
Ten’s heart was racing, “Jesus, Morg.”
“You can’t do that though. We’ll handle this, together, but we do it my way with my contacts, Ten, am I clear?”
All the spit dried up in Ten’s mouth, “Morgan,” he whispered.
“You are not going to do this on your own, Ten, do you understand? You are with me on this and that’s final.”
Morgan glared at Ten and Ten knew that the man was waiting.
He also knew that the man would wait forever until he got what he wanted.
He was the most stubborn, patient fuck on the face of the planet.
“Fine! But for fuck’s sake, Morgan, fucking tell me!”
“Bas has gone missing.”
Well that wasn’t what Ten expected.
That wasn’t what he expected at all.
Motherfucking hell.
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