Authors Note: Just a bit of fun. Let me apologize ahead of time. This just wouldnt leave me alone until I umm shared, yeah thats a good word, it. Maybe, if I send it out I can get back some of my sanity. This is something about something that only JD would find amusing. And then hed proceed to torture the guys with it for as long as it took them to catch him and kill him.
The men of Team Seven couldnt believe what theyd just witnessed. Well, that wasnt quite true. Theyd known for a long time that Chris Larabee and Ezra Standish could, and would, do everything in their power to drive the other absolutely insane. And Ezra had finally pushed Larabee too far. No one knew if Ezra would actually survive.
As he was leaving for some much needed time off, their smart-mouthed undercover agent had opened his mouth and out came something that had their team leader chasing him all the way to the parking lot. Three of the remaining men watched from the window in Chris office as Larabee grabbed at the retreating mans coat tails.
Buck laughed as Josiah helped his surrogate son escape from the murderous man.
Ez sure knows how to stir up trouble, he snickered.
Damn fools gonna end up getting himself killed, pulling stunts like that, Nathan warned. What the hell was he thinking, saying that where Chris could hear him? What if Josiah hadnt been so close to Chris? Idve ended up patchin his sorry ass up. AGAIN!
Whats the big deal? JD asked. I thought it was pretty funny.
Yeah, sighed Buck as he smacked the kid upside the head, knocking his Boston Red Sox hat to the floor. Well you would.
Im with Nathan on this, the mustached man replied. Something like that can get a man killed. He looked meaningfully at his roommate. And if I ever hear it again, he warned JD, thats exactly whats gonna happen.
Man, JD groused, you guys have no sense of humor.
The group turned away as Chris slammed the door of Ezras Jaguar hard enough to rock the sports car. They nodded a greeting to the teams sharpshooter as Vin returned from the shooting range.
Whats goin on? he asked moving to the area he usually shared with Ezra. He laid his rifle case on the absent mans desk. Ez gone already?
Yeah the bastards gone, Chris growled as he and Josiah exited the elevator. And if someone, he turned a murderous look to his profiler, hadnt stopped me, hed be dead!
Vin was still in the dark. Having been at the shooting range all morning for his annual requalification test, he had missed the excitement. I aint askin again, he warned. Somebody best tell me what happened.
That fool pushed ol Chris right over the edge, Buck explained, laughing. Said somethin that no sane man would ever say where the Ol Dog could hear it.
It aint funny, Buck, Chris growled as paced, trying to relieve some of the agitation he felt. Now this is gonna be runnin around my head all afternoon.
Without warning, Chris stalked into his office, slamming the door hard enough to make the blinds on the floor-to-ceiling windows that formed part of the wall shake.
Whatd he say?
The rest of the team turned to JD, who was chomping at the bit to say it, just once.
Getting nodding agreement from the other two agents, Buck sighed. Okay, JD. You can say it. But after this, I NEVER want to hear it again.
Nearly vibrating with excitement, JD turned to Vin. Taking a deep breath, he said:
A man walked into a bar. You know what he said?
Sensing the impending doom, Vin cautiously asked, What?