TWO WEEKS LATER
"This is your fault."
"It's not my fucking fault."
"You didn't talk to anybody before you left!" Carl slammed his hands onto the table, "You went out and killed somebody, Mickey-"
"For you." He reminded with a harsh tone.
"You should have talked to us first!" Carl repeated, "We had a plan! You were going to go over it with me and Ian before you did anything, so that this didn't happen! I can't fucking believe-"
"Carl, shut the fuck up!" Mickey yelled.
"This is your fault!" He repeated, raising his voice louder than Mickey's, as if it was a competition.
"It's not my fault that your boss got mad at you." He rolled his eyes, "Would you rather me let him go off and keep planning the murder of your fucking kid and wife?"
Carl clenched his jaw and glared at Mickey, trying to steady his breathing. "You told me you knew what you were doing." He said through gritted teeth.
"I do know-"
"You don't!" Carl's voice raised again, "If you knew what you were doing, my team wouldn't be questioning it."
"Yeah, and if they knew what they were doing, I wouldn't have been here in the first place." Mickey snapped.
"We are federal agents, not hitmen. You ca-"
"You think I'm a fucking hitman?" Mickey scoffed. "I did you a fucking favor."
"You didn't follow the plan." He repeated.
"Jesus Christ, fuck your plan, and fuck you." Mickey stood up abruptly. "Ian?"
Ian looked up at Mickey, then to Carl. He sighed and stood up, "Okay, let's go."
"Ian, are you serious?"
"Sorry about the situation, Carl." Ian told him, "But it's nobody's fault, other than the guy who's dead now. Let it go."
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"What's wrong, baby?" Rylee asked when Will walked up to her with a small pout on his face.
"Uncle Ian left before he saw my new room." He muttered.
"Hey, it's okay." She crouched down to his level, "He'll be back soon to see the whole house. Just once we get everything all moved in."
"I like this house better than the old one." Will said. "I have two rooms."
"You have one room." Rylee chuckled. "The other one is just for your toys."
"But, still, I-"
"William, buddy, it's bed time." Carl said as he walked into his and rylee's room.
"I'm not that sleepy, though." He whined.
"Bed time." He repeated, and Will hopped off the bed and shuffled out of the room with a pout.
