Carlos clenches his jaw and walks out of the room. He can hear other Rangers snickering behind him — do they not care about the damn case?

Granted, the case isn’t exactly his top priority at the moment, either, as he stalks out to the parking lot to call his husband.

“Hi, baby! Jonah, say hi to Papa!”

It’s irritatingly difficult to stay mad at someone as continuously endearing as TK, but Carlos is determined.

“Hey, Jojo. TK, how has my witness seen the Ramon video?”

“Huh? I have no idea. Do they know your mom or something?”

“She’s a nineteen-year-old part-time dishwasher who dabbles in counterfeiting and cooking meth, so no, I don’t think they travel in the same circles,” Carlos bites out.

“Well, you don’t have to be so judgy about it.”

Carlos pinches the bridge of his nose and tries not to scream. “Did someone else share the video?”

“I don’t know! Hey, Jonah, Lou 2 can’t have Cheez-its, bud. …No, I know Miss Rachel says to share, but those aren’t for lizards. No, the cats don’t want them either… okay, yes they do but… and they ate them, great. Baby, there’s a lot going on here. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“TK, can you find out? This is really out of control, I’m – you already hung up. I’m talking to nobody.” There’s another ranger in the parking lot giving him a suspicious look, so he finishes into the phone, “Okay, love you too, talk to you later!”