Sticks and Stones (38 page)

Ty jerked in surprise, but he recovered quickly and jabbed at his brother in retaliation, causing him to spill the hot liquid in his mug all over his lap.

Zane chuckled at their antics. Without warning, he shifted and stood. “I’m going to see if I can sleep until dinner,” he murmured. “I can’t drive home like this.” And he started toward the stairs.

Deuce was standing and patting gingerly at the fronts of his thighs, and Ty watched Zane go as he hid himself behind the quilt. When Zane’s feet disappeared up the steps, Deuce turned and swatted at Ty, gesturing that he should follow.

“What?” Ty asked defensively.

“Go talk to him,” Deuce ordered in a whisper.

“You go talk to him,” Ty hissed.

“Go talk to him, and I’ll keep Ma and Dad off your back while you’re here,” Deuce bargained.

Ty glowered at him, but after a moment he sighed and stood, tossing the quilt aside. “What do I talk to him about?” he asked uncomfortably.

“Figure it out,” Deuce answered as he shoved his mug into Ty’s hands and headed for the kitchen to get a towel.

Ty looked down at the marshmallows that swirled in the mug and then up at the stairs with a deep sigh. He set the mug on the table and headed for the stairs unsteadily, trudging up to his old room in search of his partner.

He knocked softly on the door before pushing it open slightly. Not only had Zane left the door unlocked, but he was lying on the bed, on his side, with his back to the door. Ty stood in the doorway for a long moment, frowning. It was unusual behavior from his very paranoid partner. Maybe that meant he felt safe here. That thought actually made Ty smile. “You want to tell me why I owe my brother five hundred dollars?” he asked finally as he began moving into the room. Zane didn’t even twitch, his cheek pushed against the pillow as he lay totally still. Ty sat on the edge of the bed next to him. “Did it help?” he asked softly.

“Did what help?”

“Talking with him,” Ty answered as he leaned to one side, trying to see Zane’s face.

Another long pause, and Zane’s shoulder moved slightly. “More than I’d rather admit,” he muttered.

“You think it might help to talk to him again?” Ty asked carefully.

“Can your wallet handle such abuse?”

“If it would help.”

Zane finally moved, rolling toward Ty to look up at him. “I think Deuce has the wrong idea about us.”

Ty resisted the urge to ask for further details. If it had to do with whatever he’d talked about with Deuce, then it needed to stay with Zane for now unless he wanted it out. Zane had to know that if he did decide to seek out help with Ty’s brother, what they said was safe even from Ty.

He was also scared to ask what the
right
idea about them might be.

“He knows we’re screwing around,” Ty finally responded with a negligent shrug. It was the only thing he could think to say.

“You told him?” Zane asked.

“He’s smarter than I am,” Ty argued.

“Clearly,” Zane murmured. “You should listen to him sometimes.”

“What makes you think I don’t?” Ty asked.

Zane studied him for a moment before shifting to lie on his back so he could look up at him, and he rubbed his eyes again. “I’m too tired to play word games right now.”

“I’m not playing games,” Ty assured him. “Look, Garrett,” he sighed as he turned and leaned over him. “Wouldn’t you rather talk with Deuce than some random Bureau shrink?” he asked, wincing inwardly as he waited for Zane’s reaction.

Zane sighed, reached up to curl his hand over Ty’s nape, and tugged down gently. Ty allowed it warily, not certain what to expect. When Ty was close enough, Zane kissed him gently for mere seconds and then released him.

“Thanks,” Zane whispered.

Ty pressed his forehead to Zane’s with a hint of relief. This was one step in the right direction, anyway. The sooner he got Zane back on track, the sooner they’d be in the field again. He cocked his head, looking into Zane’s exhausted eyes. He wanted to say more. He wanted to ask Zane what he’d meant earlier when he’d mentioned “them” as if they were a unit. But he supposed his father was right; he was too much of a coward to ask.

“I can see your thoughts running in circles in your eyes,” Zane said softly, his fingers ruffling in the hair at the base of Ty’s neck.

Ty pulled back, his eyes darting back and forth as he looked into Zane’s. He was too worn out to think of anything to say in return other than to ask, “What?”

“You’re thinking hard about something,” Zane said. “Something you’re not happy about. It shows. To me at least.” He smiled, but it immediately faded. “Probably because I’ve seen it so much lately.”

Ty sighed and shook his head. “Usually I hide the thinking thing better,” he tried in a wry voice.

“You don’t have to hide from me,” Zane told him quietly. “Lord knows I’ve probably seen you near your worst.”

Ty gave that a small smile. “You’re right,” he acknowledged. “But I’m not hiding from you.”

“So what are you thinking about? Will you tell me?”

Ty held his breath as he considered the request. It wasn’t out of line. And Zane was right; he’d seen Ty at his very worst. Any opinions he might form about Ty’s weaknesses, either physical or mental, had long ago been formed.

“I was thinking about being afraid of things,” he admitted.

Zane didn’t say anything right away. He tipped his head slightly to one side as he studied Ty, and then he moved, scooting over on the bed and drawing Ty down to lay next to him. “Things like dark rooms,” he said softly. “Small spaces,” he clarified. “You seemed to handle being out on the mountain in the dark okay.”

Ty was already shaking his head in answer. “Do you… do you think turning back up there would have been cowardice?” he asked slowly.

“No,” Zane answered immediately. “You heard me disagree with Earl from the start. We were four men of various capabilities, very lightly armed, in unknown territory with no resources and no idea who or what we were facing. We should have gotten to safety and sent back people who were equipped to handle it.” His fingers clenched where they draped over Ty’s hip. “We were lucky. Real damn lucky.”

Ty didn’t respond as he met Zane’s eyes. Those were the same things he’d been telling himself up until he’d run into bigger things to worry about. But the hint of doubt lingered. He was too tired to try and conceal the emotion.

Zane lifted his hand and cupped Ty’s cheek, turning Ty’s chin so he couldn’t look away. “You listen to me, Beaumont Tyler Grady. You are a wise-cracking, stubborn, annoying pain in the ass who lives to cause trouble. You’re also a brave, courageous, and valiant Marine who puts his life on the line for what he believes and for those he loves. There is no way you have ever been or ever will be a coward. It simply isn’t in you.”

Ty stared at him in shock. It was the nicest thing Zane had ever said to him. Possibly the nicest thing
anyone
had ever said to him. He had no idea how to respond, and he realized his mouth was hanging open slightly as he tried to think of something to say. The corner of Zane’s mouth curled up into a half-smile, and he moved one hand to slide his fingers lightly over Ty’s lips. Ty blinked rapidly at him. “Thanks, Zane,” he finally managed to say. It felt silly to say it. But it was the only thing coming to mind. At least he was no longer afraid of making a fool of himself in front of Zane. He wouldn’t be able to function at this point if he worried about
that
.

Zane hummed slightly, and his eyes remained trained on Ty. When he spoke, it came out a little deeper. “Well, don’t get used to it. I expect a lot more fighting in our future. That’s how we get along best, remember?”

Ty gave him a weak smile and nodded.

Zane shook his head and poked Ty in the ribs. “Quit thinking so hard,” he said as he tried to muffle a yawn. He curled his arm around Ty’s waist and dragged him close enough that their bodies bumped gently from chest to knee. “Sleep,” he murmured, his lips close to Ty’s temple.

Ty swallowed hard and closed his eyes, turning his face into Zane’s and inhaling his scent deeply. Just as it always did, it sent a thrill through him and caused a dull ache to start in his chest.

What he was afraid of, he’d come to realize, was not dark spaces or falling from great heights or being buried alive. His greatest fears, in the end, were letting down those he loved and saying the words “I love you” without any hope of hearing them in return.

He knew, deep down somewhere, that if he fell for Zane Garrett, he’d be falling alone.

R
ICHARD
B
URNS
sat back in his chair with a long sigh. He waited a few moments to ponder what Earl Grady had related to him on the phone. It had been a week since Earl and the boys had made it off the mountain, but he was just now getting the full story. At first blush, it was hard to tell whether the debacle would fall under FBI jurisdiction. It might be handled by the Parks Department or the local law enforcement. Hell, treasure hunters and a booby-trapped mountain could even fall to the National Guard. Burns really hoped the Bureau wouldn’t need to deal with it.

A team of rangers had located two of the dead men, although they’d had to comb several miles down a ravine for one of them. The shooting was being half-heartedly investigated, but Burns had no doubt Zane would be cleared. He had three good men vouching that he’d saved Ty’s life and that deadly force had been required. There was no trace of the third hunter. And so far four bodies of missing hikers had been found in the area of the main camp.

The only thing that concerned Burns was how Earl and the boys were handling themselves since they’d come off the mountain. Burns knew there was going to be some fallout over the events Earl Grady had described. Earl had sounded close to tears as he’d told Burns about what he’d said to his son. Burns had been dumbfounded as he listened, unable to do anything but call his old friend an idiot and tell him to fix it.

Whether Ty or Earl would ever get around to fixing it was the real question. And knowing Ty like he did, it might just roll off him like water off a duck. It was hard to predict what would hit that boy hard and what would glance off. Ty had been through a lot of things like they were a walk in the park, things that would have mentally destroyed a lot of people. But when his cat had died of old age a few years ago, Ty had been inconsolable for a week.

Burns told himself not to worry. Things would be resolved, or they wouldn’t. It was one family affair he would stay out of if at all possible.

They were all home safe now, anyway, which was sort of a miracle considering Ty had stayed in West Virginia for a third week of vacation along with Deuce. Burns kept expecting to hear about a mushroom cloud appearing over the West Virginia mountains.

Zane Garrett had returned to DC earlier than his partner, but as Burns had ordered, he hadn’t turned up at the office at all and hadn’t made a single noise about the extra week of vacation tacked on to his original three. Burns did know, through regular channels, that Garrett had shown up at the Bureau clinic and requested an appointment; he’d been attending the therapy sessions like clockwork, and the results were already very promising. Apparently, whatever had happened up on that mountain had convinced Zane that he needed to get himself together.

Burns sat staring at the packet of transfer papers on his desk, tapping it with his finger. Zane had passed all his evals earlier that day—blowing the academic end out of the water, as per usual; showing an excellent score on the physical; and squeaking by on the psych exam, to Burns’ relief. Ty was almost fully recovered from his ordeal with the cat, although he’d be in the cast for a couple more weeks, probably. They were about ready to be reinserted into light fieldwork. Burns needed to sign these last papers, and the transfers to Baltimore would be final.

He just needed to know one thing before he could in good conscience put Grady and Garrett on another assignment together. He picked up his personal cell phone and hit the speed dial.

“Talk to me, son,” Burns requested after the man answered. He pushed the button to turn on the speaker and set the phone on his desk. “I need you to tell me about them.”

“First of all, sir, I feel the need to reiterate my extreme discomfort with this situation,” the voice emitting from the speaker said seriously.

“Believe me, son, I know it feels a little dirty. But it’s for his own good,” Burns responded wearily. He was so tired of worrying, and he knew that while it felt slightly wrong to be doing this, it would also ease his mind both professionally and personally. “You know how hard-headed he is, he’d never let us do this with his knowledge. Now tell me what you know.”

“Sir—”

“Deacon,” Burns bit off sharply. “I would not ask this of you if it weren’t important. Please. I don’t want to hear about Garrett, there’s doctor/patient privilege involved now,” he said before Deuce Grady could remind him of the fact. For all the rules the Grady brothers had stretched, bent, crossed, and broken over the years, Deuce was admirably inflexible when it came to his work.

“Ty also speaks to me with the expectation of confidence,” Deuce murmured. “It feels wrong to talk about him to you, Dick.”

Burns knew how Deuce felt. Dirty and dishonest. Burns had felt that way when he’d all but ordered Ty to go home. He’d felt that way when he’d called Deuce to request he observe them closely. But he knew that if the Gradys weren’t as close as family to him, he wouldn’t be dealing with these issues at all. He’d just send Ty to a therapist and get a nice clinical evaluation of his mental state and then send Ty and Zane together to determine how they worked as a team.

But Ty had too much psychological training to go to a psychiatrist and not say just what needed to be said. He had to be tricked into it. And until just recently, Zane had to be pushed with a cattle prod to even get him into the doctor’s office.

“I don’t want to know what Ty talks to you about,” Burns assured him softly. “Just tell me,” he continued sympathetically, “is he still—”

“Sane?” Deuce provided flatly.