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Lala barges into Flaco's house, her voice sharp, "Don't be stupid. Let me talk first."
She sees Manny with a gun pressed to Flaco's chest, the two sharing glares, and Lala rushes over.
She shoves the gun away as she says, "Guns down. You're family. You can't do this."
But before either of them can really react, she's surprised to find Gibbs rushing into the house too. Without his gun.
"What're you doing here?" asks Lala in surprise.
"I figured you were going to do something insane. Glad to see you've decided to like driving again," Gibbs is smirking as he walks over and stands in front of Flaco. His voice drops as he looks at the man scowling harshly. "You're going to sit your ass down, and we're going to get this dealt with properly, Flaco."
"Oh, come on, you're too good to do anything to me," Flaco's scowl curls into something soft.
"Not for one of my partners, I'm not," sneers Gibbs as he steps closer, hand twisting in Flaco's shirt. "Now sit the fuck down, Flaco."
"Woah, woah, Gibbs," Flaco is surprised as he drops into the chair closest to him, eyes wide and flickering with… something. "I like this side of you, Gibbs. It's very… Intriguing."
"Shuddup," huffs Gibbs as he drops his hold and turns to Lala. "We've got half an hour before Randy comes."
"We can make it quick," says Manny seriously as he turns and glares at Flaco. "He needs to leave Lala alone, and I'll walk."
"Are y'all seriously going to end up giving me life?" asks Flaco as he arches a brow.
"We should," replies Lala as her face turns, eyes narrowing at the man.
"But we can't yet," says Gibbs as he turns to Flaco, head tilted to the side. "Right now, it's just an investigation. The chair isn't likely."
"Seriously?" asks Manny, drawing Gibbs' attention back to him despite the look in Flaco's eyes that make him want to drown.
"Yes, seriously," replies Gibbs as he looks at him. "I'm overprotective. I'm sorry. Though, now you know how far I'll go if you hurt her."
"And you know how far I'll go to keep her out of danger." Manny nods. "Are we good, Flaco?"
"Y'all don't talk about me much, huh?" asks Flaco as he leans forward.
"You're not the point of our conversations," Lala says it with a tone that makes Gibbs and Flaco gag.
"We're good, but Manny, you're out," Flaco's voice holds a hurt that aches.
"That's fine," mutters Manny as he drops his head back. "I'll still be here outside of this shit though, Flaco."
"I will too," Flaco's voice goes soft in a way that startles Gibbs and Lala as they share a look.
"I better call Randy then, let him know everything's okay," Gibbs' voice is quiet, decisive.
"Thank you," murmurs Lala as he leaves.
Gibbs nods before disappearing through the door, and Lala drops into Manny's lap.
Everything's going to be okay.