"You shot Travis, you sonofabitch!" TJ couldn't take any more of this. The bastard came busting into their house, shot Travis! And, everyone was concerned about Derek? Fuck that shit.
"Thomas!"
TJ glared at Deeks. "What? Travis could be dying right now because of him and you want me to spare his feelings? Go to hell." Rage and fear were rolling off him in equal measure and TJ was too far lost to both to even care about trying to rein it in. Let them feel what he felt.
"Thomas, pull it in. This won't help." Deeks was in front of him now and that was when TJ realized he'd taken a step or two toward Derek. "Pull it in before someone else gets hurt." TJ didn't care who hurt, but Deeks looked pointedly at Doug and the bastard had to know that would stop TJ like nothing other than Travis could.
It took some effort, but he got some sort of control over himself, continuing to glare at Deeks.
If he glared at Derek, or looked over to see John turned to stand protectively over him, he might just shoot him himself.
"Thomas, how much of this blood is yours? Were you hit?"
TJ looked down, then shook his head. "No. It's all-" Choking on the words, he pulled away, moved toward the dining room and away from both the bloody piano and the man who had caused all this.
Sighing, Deeks turned back to Derek and John.
"It looks like you had a flashback, Derek. I'm guessing Thomas was playing." He glanced at Doug for confirmation. "It must have triggered it. Travis probably got in the way. I want you to go home with John, now. John, stay with him. I need to take care of things here and then I'll come see you. I know you hate it, but for now, I need to ask you to surrender your weapons to John. We need to make sure you're okay and don't bother telling me you're fine. I'm not going to believe it."