Buck pulled into the apartment complex's parking lot, sighing heavily as he put the Bronco in park. What a long ass day. Leave it to Ezra to turn a simple outing into a need for backup. It was like all Ezra's good luck got used up in his games of chance. His head banged softly against the headrest and he took a few minutes to just rest in the near silence of the vehicle's interior. He knew the kid had probably gone to bed, he'd called him to let him know he'd be home later than expected.
Having a member of their team suddenly be 16 again, was harder than he'd ever expected- not that anyone could ever really prepare for something like that. He'd kinda thought that by now, a few weeks in, it'd be starting to normalize. But, there was just nothing normal about it. Add in that this particular kid could manage to find trouble in an empty room-
He jolted as his cell began ringing, knowing who it was before he even looked. Flipping it open, he grinned at the name on the screen, as well as the time. It took 20 minutes to get from Cowboy's ranch back to the CDC. It'd been exactly five minutes longer than that since he'd pulled out of Larabee's rutted driveway.
Hitting the green answer button, he shook his head when before he could even speak, Larabee's voice came through, gruff as always, "You home?"
"Just pulled in, Pard," he answered, turning off the engine.
"Good."
Grabbing his wallet, he opened the truck's door, "How's Hoss?"
"Sleeping. Or, he better be." The tone of Chris's voice had Buck snorting as he got out of the Bronco and shut the door.
"You can't make the kid sleep, Stud."
"Watch me." Chris intoned in an almost growl, "You too. Go to bed."
Buck chuckled as he walked towards the complex. Their leader was more of a mama hen than any of the rest of them put together, but he wasn't about to tell the man that.
"Night, Pard."
"Night, Buck."
