scared for you guys.”
He wrapped an arm around her, thinking of her first as he always did, even when he felt like hell. “Don’t be. Just the flu or something.”
It was the “or something” that scared the crap out of her.
“What happened at the hearing?” he asked.
“Suspended for four days, but don’t worry about that now. It’s no biggie.”
“Yes, it is. You’re not upset?”
“Nah. This too shall pass. I’m not sorry I slugged him. He had it coming.”
“He certainly did.”
“You ready to go back to bed?”
“So ready.”
It took both of them to get him up off the bathroom floor and back into bed. Sam tucked him in and sat next to him, stroking his hair and thinking about what to do with Josh.
With Nick asleep again, she crept out of the room and placed a call to Freddie.
“Hey, did you talk to Gonzo?” he asked.
“Jesus, I totally forgot. You won’t believe what’s been going on since I left HQ earlier.” She brought him up to speed on the situation with Josh Hamilton.
“Holy cow,” he said softly. “Director Hamilton’s son is accusing him of being a kidnapper?”
“We don’t know anything yet, other than Josh Hamilton closely resembles the age-progression photo the family released to mark the thirtieth anniversary of the kidnapping, and his thirtieth birthday is coming up. That’s all we know. Lindsey is coming to take a swab, and I’ll ask the lab to rush it. I’m going to reach out to the Williamson County people to let them know we might have a lead for them. Once we have the DNA, we’ll send it to Williamson County to see if it’s a match to the missing baby’s parents.”
“What if it is?”
“One thing at a time.”
“What can I do?”
“It’s kind of a big thing, but I need someone on Josh until we know what we’re dealing with. I’m sure you have plans this weekend—”
“Actually, Elin is going wedding dress shopping with her friends for the weekend, so I’m on my own.”
“How do you feel about hunkering down in a hotel with him until we know more?”
“I’d much rather hunker down in a hotel with Elin, but since that’s not happening this weekend, I can do it.”
“Are you sure? I’m technically not allowed to ask you to do anything, and I’m not sure how the OT will work. I’ll clean it up later with Malone.”
“Don’t sweat it. It all comes out in the wash.”
“In case I forget to tell you, you’re the best.”
“Yeah, yeah, so you say until you get mad with me and I’m not the best anymore.”
“When was the last time I was mad with you?”
“Um, when I tuned up Elliott?” he asked of the man who’d assaulted his fiancée.
“That was a very specific instance of you doing something stupid.”
“Sort of like you punching Ramsey?”
“Just like,” she said with a laugh. “Touché.”
“Where’s Josh now?”
“My living room.”
“Seriously? You brought him home with you?”
“Where else was I supposed to take him? HQ is off limits to me at the moment, and I wanted him somewhere that no one could get to him. This place is like Fort Knox these days, so where better?”
“I’ll come get him.”
“Enter at your own risk. Nick and Scotty are down hard with something that could be the flu but more closely resembles the bubonic plague.”
“Ah, damn, that’s too bad.”
“Puts a damper on my plans for a restful break,” she said as she looked in on Scotty and then Nick. Both were sleeping peacefully—for the moment.
The doorbell rang, and Sam headed for the stairs, praying it was Harry. “I gotta go. I’ll see you when you get here.”
“I’ll be there within the hour.”
“Thanks again.”
“No problem.”
It was a huge problem and an even bigger imposition, but he wouldn’t say so, and that made him the best partner she’d ever had. He did whatever she asked of him, no matter how outrageous the request.
She reached the living room as Brant ushered Dr. Harry Flynn into the house. “Thank God you’re here. My boys are sick as dogs.”
The handsome, dark-haired doctor kissed her cheek. “Boys plural?”
“Scotty came home with the same thing Nick has. They’re both scary sick.”
“Dr. Harry’s on the job. Lead the way.”
“Be right back,” Sam said to Josh as she took Harry upstairs, first to Scotty, who hadn’t budged since she tucked him in.
Harry took his temperature with a thingie he swiped over the boy’s forehead. “One-oh-three. That’s one heck of a fever. Did he mention any symptoms other than the vomiting?”
“He could barely hold himself up, let alone talk.”
“And he was fine this morning?”
“They both were—and then they weren’t.”
“It’s going around. We’ve seen it in the office.”
Sam felt slightly better to hear her guys hadn’t been taken down by something random.
“It’s usually a miserable day or two before they start to rebound.” He finished examining Scotty. “Let me take a quick look at Nick.”
“Right this way.”
Nick woke up while Harry was taking his temperature. “What’re you doing in my bedroom?”
“I came to seduce your wife since you’re not capable at the moment.”
Nick groaned and attempted a smile. “Hands off. She’s all mine.”
“One-oh-two,” Harry said, reading
