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The sight of healthy happy rescued kids always warmed Brian's heart. Made him feel that what he did was worthwhile. That the battlescars and being able to stand up to whatever anyone threw at him made it all worth it. He knew that every time he could buy time for his team to do just what they were best at, he was saving the life of a child. And there was no feeling in the world for him like knowing he'd done something that had made a difference. It was everything. It was why he pushed himself so hard, why he purposely made Robert wound him more and more and forced himself to stand up to it. And why he took it so hard when he failed. He did not ever want to have to return the body of a deceased child to a parent. He demanded perfection of himself. Not so much of his team, but if they failed, he took the responsibility for it. If the team won, he gave them all the credit. He knew his men grieved with him whenever they missed the opportunity to save a child, but he knew that the men would celebrate tonight once the last child went home.
As he passed Owens, Owens caught Brian by the arm, "Nice work, Cob. You staying a bit?"
"Nah, Owens," Brian smiled, "Can't tonight. I actually have to go home for a change."
"You're working, arent' you? What is it this time? Bodyguarding someone again?"
"How'd you know?"
"We just know you. If you're not here, you're working elsewhere. You gonna take some time for yourself sometime, ever, Cob?"
"Probably not," Brian said, shrugging.
"We'll toast you tonight."
"No, not tonight. Wait until I finally get Tobias. Then we'll all drink one together. The Captain will even show up for that one."
"It would be nice to have him back."
"I'll tell him," Brian smiled, drawing his portkey from his pocket. "Have a good night, Owens. HOME!" The portkey apparated him home. He found not a lot changed there--except Robert was sitting in the living room.
"Where did you go?" Robert asked.
"Tobias made off with all three Black Heart kids. I went after them."
"How'd we do?"
"32 back safe and sound and unharmed. But I missed Tobias again," he sighed.
"Oh well. There's always next time. 32, eh? Good work, Brian. Really good work."
"Jack went along. He did well for no preparation. I gave him a portkey and a medallion."
"That's fine. He'll work out alright. His kids okay?"
"Not a scratch."
"Well done, then. Well done indeed. But you're still bleeding, Lad. Did Tobias get any of the other fighters?"
"Uh..."
"What did you do?" Robert frowned.
"I let the men go after the kids."
"What? Do you honestly think you can be a one man fighter team?"
"Well,.."
"You do! You idiot! You're lucky you didn't get yourself killed. How bad was it?"
"Not so much," Brian said as Robert came over and opened Brian's shirt.
"That one is going to keep bleeding til we treat it properly. Sit down and lets do this right. Honestly! What am I going to do with you?" he asked as Brian sank into a chair tiredly. Robert accio'd a bottle of firewhiskey and a glass and poured Brian a drink. "Here. Did you at least get one before you came back?"
"One."
"Well, you're allowed a second while I work."
"Thanks," Brian picked up the glass and fell silent as Robert began to work.