Found

Disclaimer: I don't own the Magnificent Seven, not making any money, just cheap thrills.

Warnings: Angst, Slash, Violence

Rating: FRT

Found
Chapter 5


"What the hell did you think you were doing Ezra?" Chris yelled. Ignoring the stares of the officers around them, Chris backed Ezra against the wall as he demanded an answer. Only Ezra and Vin could go to pick up lunch just as a robbery was taking place. That was bad enough, but then the two of them had to play hero, and of course it was Ezra that made the first move. He had to admit, it had been a clever plan, but damn it they could have both been killed!

"I thought I was apprehending a pair of miscreants," Ezra calmly replied. "That is our job, is it not Mr. Larabee?"

"Lay off Chris," Vin snapped, shoving away from Buck.

Chris' eyes never left Ezra's, "Stay out of it Vin."

"Can't do that Chris," Vin drawled. "Ezra wasn't the only one involved, so if you're mad at him, ya ought to be just as mad at me." He wasn't in any hurry to face Larabee's temper, but Vin wasn't about to let Ezra take all of the flak for what they'd done.

Chris growled, aiming his next words at them both. "What were the two of you thinking? You could've been killed trying a stupid stunt like that! I shouldn't be surprised that Ezra would try something like this, but I thought you had more sense Vin." Chris winced at the hurt he saw in Ezra's eyes, but he forced himself to ignore it. The man deserved to be told off for what he'd done, they both did. "Both of you get back to the office, write up your reports and go home. You're suspended with pay until the investigation is complete."

Josiah watched the two younger men walk away, the pair of them looking suspiciously like a couple of kids who'd just been read the riot act by their dad. "Kind of hard on them weren't you?" he calmly asked.

"Suspension is standard in an officer involved shooting Josiah, you know that."

"Yes it is, but being yelled at for doing your job and saving innocent lives isn't."

"So what should I have done Josiah?" Chris snapped. "Praise them for a job well done? They could have been killed, is that what you want?"

"They weren't killed though Chris and whether you praise them or not, they will both continue to behave like a pair of Robin Hoods."

Chris sighed, scrubbing a hand through his blond hair. "I know, but..."

"You were scared when the police called and told you what happened," Josiah completed the sentence.

"Of course I was!"

"You got to admit it was pretty smart," Buck grinned as he joined them.

Chris glared at his old friend, "Aren't you mad? Vin could have been killed, you could have lost him."

Buck paled slightly, "I know that Chris and I don't like it, but I can't change who he is. Truth is, that tendency of his to rush in where angels fear to tread is part of why I fell in love with him."

"How do you stand it?"

"The fear?" Buck shrugged, "I don't, but I make sure I savor every moment I have with him, just in case it's the last one I get."

Chris stared at his friend in amazement, he made it sound so simple. It wasn't that easy for him though, he'd already lost the two most important people in his life, he couldn't go through that again. Aw hell. "I was a real jackass wasn't I?"

"Well if the mule shoe fits," Buck grinned.

Chris shot his friend a sheepish look, "I'll apologize when I get back to the office." He looked around the small restaurant; it had been clever. He could imagine the looks on the faces of the perps when Ezra and Vin started their little con. It must have been a sight, the two of them yelling at each other for planning to rob a place that was already being robbed. From the witness accounts, the two men robbing the place had just stared at them, seemingly at a loss as to how to handle these two competitors. According to the witnesses, Vin had shoved Ezra away from him and faster than imaginable, his men had each pulled a gun, aiming directly at the perps. Only two shots had been fired, as the perps had prepared to fire at Vin and Ezra, the two men had fired, hitting, not the robbers, but their guns, knocking them from their hands. The scene secured, they had cuffed the two men and called the police. "It must've been pretty funny."

Buck grinned, "They probably never even knew what hit them."

"Come on Buck, lets go get some lunch for everybody." As he led the way out of the building, Chris glanced around, again imagining the scene. "You know, on second thought let's just call for a delivery."

"Okay," Buck agreed, obviously puzzled.

"I don't suppose there's much chance of us walking in on a robbery too, but if anybody could do it..."

"It'd be us," Buck chuckled. "Delivery it is."


Ezra sighed heavily as he walked into his townhouse. He didn't blame Chris for being angry. Looking back on what they'd done, he realized with sickening clarity how easily it could have backfired, resulting in the death of innocent bystanders. Of course Chris wasn't as angry about that, he was sure, as he was at the idea of Vin being killed. No, they should have simply sat down and allowed the robbers to carry out their crime. Later they could have provided the police with a detailed description of the perps, who would most likely have been caught in short order. He couldn't help wishing that Chris had cared as much for his safety. "Don't consider the possibility Ezra, it will only bring you pain," he admonished himself.

Doug quickly hid in the guest room of Ezra's townhouse when he heard the key in the door. Why was Ezra home at this time of day? He hadn't had time to set everything up. "Oh well, I'll just have to do this the hard way," he whispered to himself. Since Ezra's visit two weeks ago, Doug had backed off, allowing the younger man to enjoy a false sense of security. His contractor had called yesterday to inform him that the house was ready. Soon Ezra would be his again and there would be nothing Chris Larabee could do about it!


"Ezra already leave?" Chris asked as he walked into the office.

"You told him to go home," Vin replied. "Don't worry, I'm almost done with my report and I'll be gone too."

Chris sighed, damn. "Look Vin, I'm sorry for yelling earlier..."

"I know you were scared Chris, but ya had no call to say the things you did. I might not be as smart as you but I got plenty of sense and so does Ezra. Do you really think we would have taken them fellas down if we didn't know we had a good chance of succeeding?"

"No Vin I don't, but you're right I was scared and I had no right saying the things I did," Chris reluctantly admitted.

Vin smiled, "Apology accepted."

"Thank you."

"Chris, don't wait until tomorrow to tell Ezra," Vin quietly advised. He'd seen the look in the undercover agents eyes; Ezra would have himself convinced that he was going to be kicked off the team by tomorrow if Chris didn't talk to him.

"I'll go see him after work," Chris promised.


Doug smiled when he heard the shower start, giving the other man a few minutes, he waited patiently. Judging the time to be right, he quietly left the guest room and made his way to the master bedroom. While he waited for Ezra to finish his shower, he looked around the room, examining it for evidence of his Tempter's infidelity. He was pleased to find none, perhaps he had been faithful to him after all, Doug smiled. The water stopped, taking him by surprise so that he was barely in position when the bathroom door opened.

He waited for Ezra to close the door, knowing that only the bedroom would be soundproofed. He pounced, wrapping his arms around the smaller man, "Hello Tempter," he whispered in his ear.

Ezra jerked, his instincts kicking in as he began to struggle to free himself. He froze at the familiar voice in his ear, "Let me go," he demanded.

"I will never release you Tempter, you are mine to love and possess," Doug vowed as he tightened his hold.

"Never," Ezra growled, coming back with his elbow in the taller man's gut. Breaking free, he dove for the table where he kept his gun.

Doug grunted, losing his hold on his lover, but only for a moment. Following the smaller man, he made his own dive, grabbing Ezra by the ankle and knocking him off course. The table crashed to the floor, the contents scattering around and under the bedside. The two men saw the gun, resting just under the edge of the bed at the same time.

No! Damn it, Ezra silently cursed as the table fell. Kicking behind him, he broke Doug's hold as he looked wildly around the area for his gun. There, under the bed! Scrambling for it, he reached out his hand, his fingers almost touching it...a sharp pain shot through his head and then the darkness claimed him.

Kneeling beside him, Doug ran his hands over the nude body that lay before him, tempting him to forget his plans. "No, I will not give into your temptations." Moving quickly, he dressed Ezra, paying no attention to the clothing he chose; he had new clothes for the man at home. Wrapping his arm around the smaller man's waist, he carried him to the car, speaking soothingly to him the entire way. To anybody who saw them, it would appear he was helping his sick friend to the car.


Chris sighed in frustration, he couldn't believe how late it was. Realizing that he wouldn't be able to leave the office on time, he had attempted to call Ezra a few times. The man, however, wasn't answering his phone, not that Chris blamed him, he was probably expecting to be yelled at again. Finally the interminable meetings with the various bureaucrats were finished, freeing him to make amends with his friend. Driving as quickly as he could, he pulled up in front of Ezra's home a short time later.

Chris scowled, his repeated attempts to gain Ezra's attention were going unanswered. He knew the man was home, his car was parked in its usual spot, and he wasn't leaving until he got to talk to him. I wonder if he's in his bedroom? Damn, his irritation quickly turned to concern as he realized the day's events could have brought a migraine to the younger man. Once again relieved that he had insisted each of his men give him a spare key, he let himself into the quiet townhouse. He didn't want to intrude, but if Ezra was suffering it was his fault, the least he could do was help him until he was better.

Quietly he pushed open the door to the bedroom, his blood running cold as he took in the signs of a struggle. "Ezra!" he called into the empty room. Stepping across the threshold, he quickly searched the room and adjoining bathroom in the hopes of finding the other man. Hoping against hope that Ezra was in another room, he ran from the bedroom. The search took only moments; Chris had to face the fact that somebody had kidnapped Ezra. With a shaking hand, he dialed 911 to report the crime. That done, he called the man he always depended on, his voice which had been calm and steady a moment ago now shook with emotion; "Buck, Ezra's been kidnapped."

Ezra moaned, his hand moving to the back of his head. What happened? Doug! The thought brought him upright, "Oh god," he groaned as pain stabbed through him.

"Careful Tempter, you'll hurt yourself," Doug admonished.

Peeling open his eyes, Ezra stared blearily at the man sitting next to the bed. "This isn't my bedroom," he whispered.

Doug smiled, "It is now, welcome to your new home."

Ezra shot him a disdainful look, "You don't seriously believe I will remain here, do you?"

"You have no choice," Doug calmly informed him. "I just bought this place recently and had it renovated especially for you."

"What do you mean?" Ezra nervously asked.

"The entire house is soundproofed, as well as being wired with the latest security system. All of the door and window locks can only be opened with a thumbprint scan, mine of course. Additionally the windows are tinted, insuring that nobody will be able to spy on us. You will remain here until you accept that we belong together," Doug smiled triumphantly.

Ezra stared at him, angry and horrified, "You are delusional."

"No my Tempter, I am simply determined to reclaim what we once had."

Ezra glared at his abductor, there was no way he would allow this man to keep him a prisoner in this gilded cage. Adrenaline obscured the pain in his head as he jumped to his feet, rushing his ex-lover in a bid to gain his freedom. Intense pain surged through him, bringing him to his knees. "What was that?" he asked, looking up at Doug, his eyes glistening with tears of pain.

"That my dear Tempter was a small lesson," Doug smiled. "Until I can trust you I felt it was prudent to insure you would be unable to attack me. If you will lift your right pant leg you will see a very special bracelet encircling it. With the touch of a button I can send an electrical charge through it, instantly incapacitating you, rendering you incapable of mounting an attack upon my person."

Ezra glared, "This is your idea of love?"

"No Tempter, this is my idea of control. After a time you will remember the love we once shared and accept that we belong with each other. While the entire house is secure, I must insist that for the time being you ask permission to enter any room other than this and your bathroom."

"Go to hell."

Doug paid no attention to him. "If you fail to ask permission, the sensors in the bracelet, which I might add is welded in place, will activate sending a charge through your body. Ask me if you may enter a room and I will turn off the sensors, allowing you to walk safely through the doorway. Eventually, as you come to accept your destiny I will gladly grant you more freedom," Doug explained. Kneeling next to the man on the floor, he lovingly caressed Ezra's cheek, ignoring the flinch. "I'll leave you now, I'm sure you would like some time to consider all I have told you. I'll return later with dinner for us, please be civil when I do Ezra; I would hate to punish you again so soon." Without another word, Doug stood and left his erstwhile lover to contemplate his fate.

TBC

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