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discarding him like some waste of space.
        They did the same thing to Sam Wise. He was still in physical therapy when ICE charged in and dropped the bomb. "Convenient how ICE is here already."
        "I didn't know about the Ricin," Weber defended.
        "And yet you still involved ICE," he retorted. "Why are they here then, Weber?"
        "It was originally supposed to be a temporary transfer. Just until you fully recovered."
        "Like Sam Wise ?" He clenched his jaw until that hurt, too. "His transfer was temporary. That was over three years ago. Why is he still there?"
        "Sam Wise will never be able to run again. He walks with a cane, for Christ's sake."
        McKoy broke in. "I brought Special Agent Wise in after his injury. I never presented his transfer from NASSD to ICE as temporary. He knew it would be a permanent move."
        Interesting tidbit, and one Sam Wise never told him. Whether or not it held an ounce of truth didn't matter. Wise still waited around for the call that would put him back out in the field. David wondered which agency continued to string him along. ICE? NASSD?
        Both?
        Right now he didn't have very fond thoughts for either one.
        Weber sighed. Oh great. That sigh meant he wanted to open up. And in front of someone outside of NASSD. On any other day, he would have jumped at the chance to have Weber open up, since he did it so rarely. But something told him this wouldn't turn out well, at least for him.
        He decided to just come out and ask. No need prolonging the inevitable. "Am I out?"
        "No," Weber answered without hesitation. "You know you'll always be a NASSD agent. But..."
        "Here it comes. The big but. "
        The good doctor/agent added her two cents. "You've lost mobility, David. The doctors had to take half of your right lung. Your spleen. You may never get full use of your right shoulder again." She counted on her fingers all of the reasons why he was the poster child for a transfer from NASSD to ICE.
        Sure. When Hell froze over.
        "It isn't a matter of jumping right back into the field," she continued, as if it would make a shit bit of difference to him. "For an everyday average guy, he'd barely notice the change. But for a Field Ops Agent? The situations you get into could prove fatal."
        Here it comes. He kept his glare on Weber and ignored the angelic agent. "Well? Am I out or not?"
        Weber shook his head and lowered his eyes. "It's the hardest goddamn decision I'll ever have to make." JT leaned against him as he brought his eyes back up and rested them on his best friend. "It wasn't supposed to be like this. Damn it , Snyder." He sighed again.
        He swallowed several times to ward off the way the constriction in his chest had his eyes burning. He stared at the rails on the bed. "Just say it and get it over with."
        "I'm sorry, my friend." Weber locked his gaze with his. "Please understand. I have no other choice. It's too much of a risk putting you back out there."
        " Risk ?" He ignored the shooting pain in his shoulder and ribs as he stiffened. The burn in his eyes grew to a fury as he locked his gaze with his director's. "Don't piss in my face and call it rain. That's bullshit. You want to talk about risk ? I risk my life every fucking day for this agency. The minute I become a risk , the minute the table is turned..." He lost some of his steam when McKoy rested her hand on his arm. "The agency turns." He focused on the way her fingers curled around, the way her short nails tickled his skin as she moved them back and forth. The bile in the back of his throat subsided.
        "You've got it wrong," Weber defended. "I can't put you out there again. I won't risk it. I have no doubt you'll be able to stay up with the rest of the agents physically. That isn't the issue."
        "The Ricin," he finished hoarsely, his eyes still focusing on McKoy's hand on