A/N: Thirteen to go!
Rule Thirty-Eight: Your case, your lead.
"You want me to what?"
Jethro chuckled and gently closed his mate's mouth by putting his calloused fingers under Tim's chin. "You found this guy, so of course you're gonna take lead. It's a Rule, remember?"
"Yeah." Tim shook his head a little, just enough to show his hesitation but not dislodge Jethro's fingers. "Yeah, I know. This guy's a serial killer though, who we haven't actually found I might add, and I really don't want to chance messing up this case. I mean, I'm a good investigator and all, but you're still a whole lot better than me."
"From what we can tell, this killer's human and has been lucky more than anything. You honestly think he can compete against your wolf instincts and skills as an Agent?" Jethro cocked his head to the side a little, curious. "Is it something else that's bothering you?"
"No." Tim stepped forward, tucking himself into his mate's arms. "I'm just not that much of a leader. I'm great at support, but I don't have the strength that you do to lead."
Jethro hugged him tight. "Nah. You just do things different than I do. You're a lot more diplomatic, where as I would just shot somebody."
"So we're basically trading places?"
"Yup."
Tim pulled back just far enough to give his mate a wicked look. "Does that mean in the bedroom too?"
The slightly panicked look on Jethro's face was so worth the head-slap.
End.