2. Time For Action
By Rurple101


Chapter Eleven


Church was fuming, what the hell was Tucker doing, screaming insults at Venice?

At once he'd seen her face crumple as some old fear surfaced and he'd done the only thing that occurred to him: kill Tucker.

But now Tex was giving him odd looks for defending somebody on his team. He huffed in annoyance as he spotted Tex and the Reds heading outside.

Caboose was still sitting down on the sofa with Donut, humming happily as he stroked his hair.

Tucker was still out for the count and nobody had bothered helping him.

Why should they? Church thought angrily, he shouldn't have insulted and had a go at Venice like that.

Speaking of the deputy agent, he was walking past her room when he could hear muffled sounds of what he guessed were sobbing. Running his hands through his hair he groaned mentally and knocked on the door.

No reply, just a sudden silence answered him.

He knocked again.

Nothing.

He sighed and knocked a third time, this time muttering "Open up Venice, it's me."

He heard movement and then the door slowly opened to reveal Venice, who looked like she had been crying.

She let him in and she closed the door behind him.

"I'm sorry about the Tucker thing" he said awkwardly, not sure what to say.

She tried to act causal as she shrugged, which looked more like a slump of defeat. "It doesn't matter; I was kinda expecting it anyway."

"Why?"

"It normally happens, except people are a lot more subtle and don't scream bloody murder when they see me."

He gritted his teeth together "I am sorr-"

"Church, you cannot control everybody on your team's actions. Tucker just flipped and I'm sure when he's recovered from the blow you and my uncle gave him, then he will crawl back to me and apologize. Otherwise he is the biggest jerk I've ever been in the company of." She said with a final tone.

He looked up at her sheepishly "Are you still upset?"

She contemplated that.

"A little" she settled on. "Are you going to give me a hug or something? That'd be nice."

Church hadn't been leading to that, but screw it, he thought. What harm could a hug do?

As he wrapped his slightly tanned muscled arms round her small and slender frame, leaning in to instinctively inhale her scent (coconut oil), and she rested her head on his chest, the door banged open.

They both jerked away from each other and looked at the doorway.