He was late, but Theo would have to deal. He’d needed a shower before he left his apartment. He also needed a full night’s sleep, but whatever. “Shit, call security,” one of the nurses behind the central desk hissed as he walked by. He frowned, wondering what was happening. Theo’s room was at the end of the next wing. When he heard glass break, he started jogging. Shit is right, he thought as he took the corner a little too sharply, clipping his elbow. He rubbed it and headed towards the increasing noise. Two security guys came out of a door on his right and ran down the hall. He followed, sprinting to keep up. When they burst through into the second wing of the ER, he stopped, shocked. Theo was wrestling a wild-haired and bloodshot man to the floor. He had the man’s right arm wrenched up behind his back as he crouched over his legs, controlling his movements. Holy shit, he’s got no pants on, was Gideon’s first thought. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that he stared at his partner’s bulging thigh muscles for a moment, before moving in to help.
