Robert heard Brian come home, and he came very quickly upstairs. He saw Robert there and sighed with relief. "I am so sorry, Robert," Brian said quietly. "She alright?"
"She's fine," Robert said.
"I've never seen her drink before," Brian said, frowning at the firewhiskey bottle. He went in and picked up the bottle. "Damn! She went through most of it."
"She's fine. She's, relatively speaking, apparently somewhat impervious to the stuff. She was only starting to slightly slur."
"Well, she is still liable to have a headache in the morning."
"I'll take care of it."
"I will. Neither of you were here."
"That's my fault. I'm in charge. I'll have a word wtih Ronata. She's forgotten her assignment, clearly."
Robert frowned deeply. "That woman works for me? She's suspended," he said sharply.
"I'll take care of it, I said," Brian repeated gently.
"I just did. Until I say otherwise," Robert said firmly. At this rate, he expected her hormones would not adjust again until sometime after delivery. And he was not trusting her with anyone else's life when she was not responsible with her own. "And you!" he charged at Brian, "You ever leave her again, and I'll fire your ass. Your only responsibility is HER until I tell you otherwise. You got that?"
"I got it," Brian replied quietly.
"And as for you," Robert looked at Steven, "You're a capable auror, but Ronata has your head turned every which way but in the right direction. If she's going to work for me, she has to get her head in the game. She has to stop needing to be the center of her own universe. There are a hell of a lot of lives at stake in what we do, and especially right at the moment.. She'd better stop being a drama queen or I don't need her. And I don't know if I can use her while she's pregnant anyway. Not for the work we do. Your assignment is, now, to see if you can get her straightened out because she is on extremely thin ice with me right now. In the meantime, I am calling the shots with Khaat's safety. Either one of you have an issue with that?"