The Disbanded: Divided We Stand-Chapter 34
By MyNameIsCAB
---Fang's POV---
I stared at Max as she smiled at me. I almost hadn't believed what she had just said. Well, at least part of me didn't believe it. I guess some other part did because I was again smiling back at her. Our eyes met a lingered for longer than a normal stare.
"Hey, before we go to bed," I heard Ted say. Max and I glanced at him. He had a small black box in his hands, hidden from Cal behind his back.
"Is he really going to do it?" Max whispered.
I nodded. "That, I suggested."
"I got one last thing for you Cal," but it was more of an announcement.
We all watched Ted stand in front of Cal. He cleared his throat and looked up at her. "So I've know you for, say, five years now. That's a pretty long timeā¦A damn long time."
I had a feeling he added "damn" to humor Cal. She did smile.
"And I've thought about this for a while. But I think I'm ready now," Ted let out a deep breath and kneeled down. "Cal, will you marry me?"
He opened the box, revealing a ring.
---Max's POV---
The ring was so pretty. I can't believe Ted was proposing now. Messina always told me that he was going to do it after Cal got out of MIT.
Cal frowned. "No."
"What?" Ella gasped. Messina looked like someone had just stabbed him.
A smile grew across Cal's face. "Do you think I'd really say no, Teddy?"
Messina smiled back in relief and stood, slipping the ring onto her finger. Cal's smile seemed to light up the room now.
---Gazzy's POV---
"Hey, you!"
I turned around. Busted! I gotta get out of here. To get food, I've been stealing it from the same store and I guess someone finally decided to notice me.
"I know you're stealing food!" the man shouted. "I'm calling the cops!"
Crap. I'm totally busted now. It was Christmas. You think the guy could lighten up a little, right?
I heard sirens as I started to run down the block. They were heading after me. There was no way I could out run them and flying away might be my only option.
Pulling my hood over my head, I took off and landed on the roof and out of sight of anyone. Well, I guess I could enjoy my sandwich and bag of chips from up here.
---Max's POV---
My phone rang in the middle of the night. It was a call from the FBI.
"Hello?" I yawned.
Fang stirred next to me, sitting up.
"Max, it's Captain Ramirez." I wasn't at all thrilled to hear his voice.
"How can I help you, Captain?" I asked, trying not to sound annoyed.
He cleared his throat. "Have you heard from Ted lately?"
"No. Why?" I asked.
"No, I was just trying to contact him for an agent that wanted to talk to him about something. It's not important. If you hear from him, ask him to call me back," the captain said. "So, you think you wanna come back and work Max?"
My answer was going to be no, but I replied, "Captain, it's Christmas. Why are you calling me so late?"
"Oh, sorry," the captain sighed. "Good bye Max."
I hung up without saying anything. Something told me that Captain Ramirez had a spot opened on some other FBI team that had a different operation and wanted to offer it to Messina. I should probably mention it to Messina tomorrow.
"Who was that?" Fang asked.
"Captain Ramirez, looking for Messina," I answered.
"Why do you call him Messina?" Fang questioned. "And then sometimes you call him Ted?"
"Because Messina just seems manlier I guess," I sighed. "It was some FBI macho thing. I didn't come up with it. Personally, I'd rather call him Ted, but I guess I just got stuck with calling him both."
"Oh, okay," Fang replied, putting an arm around me.
"Goodnight, Fang," I whispered.
"Goodnight, Max."
