"Good, because you're not allowed to," she repeated, pouting at him. She didn't care how stupid it sounded, but he simply couldn't.
She dried her face again and stared at him. "You take them when you need to. I don't care about badges, guns and titles. I'm not going to get upset if you leave me at home. Well, I will, but I'll get over it, because I don't care about this job as long as y'all are fine, and they can take care of each other and you... they'd better take care of you as well, or I will hurt them both."
Savannah smiled. "I don't make fun of you nearly enough. Now, Sam on the other hand-""
She sighed. "Finding a killer isn't going to help Peter or his friends and family. Only you people can think that's help." She took another deep breath and then let go. "Let's go home. I can't do anything about Peter, but I can help the people there. April and Neal, a service to be prepared. No, Mass, Peter was Catholic." She grabbed her bag and put her arm around Marty. "Get us home, G. We all have work to do."