[b]Caz and Dino[/b]

“She says she’s fine. Does she sound fine?” The man in the sweater vest asks, and the big one looks up off the floor where he’s passing debris to one of the waitresses rushing to help. 

“Didn’t sound fine to me.” He says. 

The sweater vest man shakes his head and looks to Orange and pulls out his phone to the dial screen. “We’re going to call someone to come and pick you up, and we’re going to stay with you until they do, okay? I’m-”

“Using your Teacher Voice.” The larger man cuts him off with a grin, and the smaller one winces.

“Shit, am I?” He says, and he stiffens and his voice deepens a half-octave. “It’s fine. We’re going to call you a friend,” he does not say ‘family’ here very deliberately, “and we’re going to make sure you’re not going home alone after something like that. And then I want you to put your number on my phone so I can call you in a week to check up on you, okay? It would make me feel a lot better if you told me how you’re doing, then.” 

“Caz gets like this,” the larger man bends the no smoking sign back straight, deciding the table itself is a lost cause. “I’m just happy I’m useless here.” 

“He’s a welder.” Caz explains. “We’re both happy you don’t need one.” 

“Shame the table’s plastic.” Dino laments, and kicks the shattered stump morosely with a steel-toed boot. 

No. These two absolutely will not leave you alone until you’ve decided on who, [i]that is not one of your sisters[/i], is coming to pick you up from here and have done the hand-off. And they [i]will[/i] sit with you the entire time. 

Your altercation has happened in front of a high-school English teacher. They’re even worse than emergency first responders in a situation like this, because first-responders tend to only learn from explosions [i]after[/i] they’ve happened. 

And whoever comes to pick you up? Be sure Caz will be telling them everything he saw, his complete version of events, so Orange can’t hide the details. 

[b]Dudekov:[/b]

Dudekov starts looking through the hotel room. 

“No knives in the kitchenette,” he learns, “Removed. No pills in the medicine cabinet. A pity, I could use something for the headache. My nitroglycerin? No?” He looks back at a Chase Black agent with a ‘can you believe this’ look. “Maybe I can borrow some of yours, I’m sure you brought enough to share.” 

He goes back to lie on the bed and folds his arms across his chest. “No. You will make the first mistake when you get bored. You always do.”