She looked up at him and smiled. At least they weren't dead yet if they could joke. "You wouldn't want it any other way. Besides, it never stopped you from finding women, did it?" Elaine looked at the water and snorted. "Thanks," she said, sarcastically, but then she'd noticed how the numbers of bottles in the common room had been drastically reduced and never replaced.
"Sam would die of laughter, but he'd still make you if he had the power to do it. Unfortunately for him and fortunately for you, he didn't." She sighed. "All the running couldn't have stopped this. Hopefully someone has figured something out. We had one man already switch place, a federal agent and I knew nothing about it. If Garcetti knew, he never shared it with me."
She snorted. "I'm sure that they think that we'll see the light. Either that, or our lungs will be so overworked that inhaling will seem too hard." Elaine looked at him serious. "I'm too old for this, Bud. We aren't fighters, not this kind of fighters, but if we don't try, then the boys won't try, and if something happens... I don't care about us, but the boys need a fighting chance and they won't if they think that we don't care."
She shouldn't rely on Bud, but they'd been together for so long and had fought so many battles together that it was natural to squeeze his hand, even as a sarcastic smile appeared on her face. "No, it wouldn't have been. You always nail them. No matter what I say, people will find something to criticize, but when you speak, everyone loves you. I always admired that ability. Of course, people would hate it if a woman said the same thing, but that's politics."