Matt and Hoyt pulled up outside the Houston home at midnight. Matt looked over at his friend. "Before we go in here, Michael, I owe you a big apology and a big thank you." He looked down at the keys in his hand. "Sometimes I get a little hot-headed. Like you didn't already know that." The pair laughed. "Let's go inside, grab a beer and relax a little bit, whatcha think?"

"That's the best idea I've heard all day." Hoyt got out of the truck and followed Matt into the house where CJ and Anne were both waiting for them. Both men took their wives into their arms and held them close.

"Did you get the bad guys?" CJ played with the collar on Matt's shirt as she looked up at him. "Yep, as much as we could, huh?" He looked over at his friend, who just rolled his eyes. "That's an understatement if I ever heard one."

The next day, Hoyt was given back his badge and gun. He called Matt after meeting with Capt. Craighead. "I even got an apology – and a job offer." He didn't say anything for a minute.

"A job offer? What, to move to IA?" Matt sounded incredulous.

"Yep." Hoyt left his friend dangling for a minute.

"And?" Houston was pretty sure he wouldn't take it, but you just never knew.

"I said hell no! Do you think I'm crazy? Enough folks already think I'm a pain in the ass." He started laughing. "Almost had you on that one, didn't I, PI?"

"Almost. 'Course down in Texas we say almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades." He waited, knowing that Hoyt would have something to say about it.

"Like I said the other day, you've sure got a way with words." He laughed again. "Thanks, Houston. Again. I owe you. God, I hate saying that!"

"Nope, you don't owe me anything." He looked over at CJ, who was standing at the side of the pool. "Y'all have a good weekend, Hoyt." He hung up and walked over to his wife, grabbed her in his arms, kissed her, and dove into the pool with her.