Buck Wilmington sat staring at the letter in his hand, a deep frown furrowing his brow. As was evidenced by the numerous stampings on the envelope, the missive had been delivered to his old station on the carrier in the Gulf, before being forwarded on to Four Corners.

The frown on his handsome face deepened. The handwritten script was definitely female, but not one he immediately recognized and something inside him was screaming it was from someone he didn't want to hear from. For a long moment, Buck debated simply pitching the letter in the waste basket beside his desk but curiosity won out over his instinct. Settling back in the chair he ripped open the envelope and removed the single sheet of expensive stationary.

Dear Buck,

I don't know if you remember me but I was fortunate enough to have met you at the Officer's Club. It was the Christmas party in 1990.

How the hell could he forget? Damn that had been one wild party! He and Chris had gotten completely blitzed and lost Buck's brand new car. It was two days before either friend remembered the pilot had loaned it to one of the guys in their unit so he could visit his family. Shaking his head he read on wondering if he'd done something that night he was going to regret.

Knowing what good friends you and Chris Larabee were, I thought perhaps you could be of help in locating him. I only recently heard of the tragic accident involving his family and wished to send him my condolences. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to discover where he was stationed after '97. If you could enlighten me I would be more than grateful.

With Gratitude, E. Gaines.

Wilmington's expression darkened as a woman colaced in his mind. He definitely remembered Ella Gaines. He couldn't get drunk enough to forget that twisted bitch. She had shown up at the base, supposedly staying with her sister and glomming onto the Navel officers, taking a deep interest in Chris. Larabee had escorted the beautiful woman to that particular party. As drunk as the two men were Chris had sense enough to send her home in a taxi when she'd gotten completely out of hand. With Buck's help they had literally carried the woman to the cab, laughing in embarrassment as she declared her undying love for the fair haired Larabee.

A few months later Chris had met Sarah and it was love at first sight. It was obvious to anyone with eyes the two were made for each other and no one was surprised when a short time later they walked down the aisle with everyones blessings.

Buck had continued to see Ella around the base in the company of several different men. It wasn't uncommon. Most service people could spot the 'groupies' that abounded around anyone wearing a uniform with practiced ease.

Shaking his head in disgust, Buck flipped the envelope over in his hand staring once more at the postmarks. It had been sent from Los Angeles six months earlier. With a certainty his friend didn't need that bitch back in his life Wilmington ripped both letter and envelope into shreds dropping the pieces into the trash can.

*******

Rubbing his left temple, Chris Larabee leaned his elbows on his desk and stared into his morning cup of coffee with a pained grimace. It wasn't even nine thirty and already he had a headache. What the hell had he been thinking when he'd accepted the judge's offer to put together this team and ride ramrod over the six men. Sometimes it was worse than trying to trail drive cats. He had to wonder if all the alcohol he'd consumed over the past few years hadn't destroyed the majority of his sanity. It really didn't matter since his team mates seemed determined to extinguish whatever was left.

Swallowing two aspirins, he glanced at the notation on his desk calender. Josiah and Nathan were on their way to a seminar in California for the next two weeks but that still left the other four...the Formidable Four, his mind amended.

Larabee loved the guys he worked with and would do anything for them but like most families, sometimes...they just plain grated on his nerves. Buck with his constant cheerfulness and JD's persistant questions. Vin with his quiet way of knowing what Chris was thinking before he voiced it and Ezra...Hell Ezra just rubbed him the wrong way period.

He just needed a break. An honest to God-get the hell outta Dodge-leave the guys behind and get off by himself-break! Maybe a weekend of rafting or a road trip down to Mexico. Hell! Even just a solitary camp out in the mountains would go a long way in recharging his batteries. Something...anything where he didn't have to face a mountain of paperwork or his team's faces...if just for a couple of days.

There was no way he could tell them he wanted to be alone. Buck, the ol' mother hen would think he was wandering off to get drunk and wallow in the self pity that had once engulfed him. Tanner would think he was ill and Ezra...Ezra just wouldn't give a damn.

The more he thought on it the more he liked Standish's attitude. Perhaps the solitary con man had the right idea in keeping his distance from the team. At least he didn't have them stuck up his ass twenty-four hours a day.

'Ezra isn't the team leader.' Larabee's little voice was quick to point out. Pulling the stack of files closer, he began running through the paperwork which was due to the judge that afternoon. Hell, he'd just have to keep wishing for that quiet time.

*******

Chris smiled slightly as he gathered the bag of take-out and waited for his change. One advantage to having offices above a restaurant and bar was that not only did you have some place to go for an afterwork drink but there was always a quick meal to be gotten on the way home. It had been a long day and if the darkening sky was any indication, rain was on the way. 'Just fucking wonderful!...Fender bender city on the highway!'

He'd made an excuse for leaving a few minutes early and slipped out of the office before anyone could offer their company. They'd worked non-stop the last few months and he was feeling the strain.

"You should get some sleep Senor Larabee you look like hell." Inez offered his change. She had taken to watching over the men who occupied the third floor of her building. They were all good men and the landlady never failed to give her opinion freely.

"Think I'll do just that." He grinned. "See ya tomorrow." Fastening his duster as he turned to leave Larabee acknowledged his shoulder nudging someone aside with a mumbled, "'Scuse me."

"Chris?...Chris Larabee?" A woman's astonished voice gave him pause.

Shrugging aside the minute thought of pretending not to hear his name, Chris turned back not bothering to hide the frown on his handsome face.

"It is you!"

He tilted his head slightly, his frown of puzzlement deepening, his irritated gaze raking over the beautiful woman who approached.

"Don't you dare tell me you don't remember me." The expensive outfit showing off her voluputous figure, her black hair fashionably styled accentuating her dark eyes, the woman studied him with a smile. "It'll just break my heart if you do." She pouted.

He shook his head slightly, unable to put a name with the vaguely familiar features. "I'm sorry..."

"Oh Christopher that really hurts," she uttered in dismay.

The use of his full name triggered the elusive memory. "Ella?...Ella Gaines?...Well I'll be damned!"

"You do remember!" Without warning she threw her arms around his neck, her lipstick leaving a red outline on his cheek where she'd placed a quick kiss.

Blinking in surprise, Chris hastily backed up several steps, embarrassed by the outburst of emotion from someone he barely knew and hadn't seen in years.

Ella looked around, a strange expression flitting across her face. "Where's Buck? I thought he was your shadow." She smiled again, grabbing his arm and dragging him to a nearby empty table. "Do you have time to talk. We have a lot of catching up to do." She was already removing her overcoat and settling in one of the chair, signalling for a waitress.

"I-I..." 'Oh what the hell...' With a weary sigh, Larabee placed the bag containing his dinner on the table. Unbuttoning his duster, he settled in the chair opposite her. So much for a quiet dinner and early night to bed.

"It's been a while. You know I wrote Buck asking about you but he never answered my letter." Ordering a Martini, smiling when he decided on coffee she turned her attention back to him as the waitress moved for the bar. "So how have you been?"

Larabee shrugged. "Surviving."

"I heard about your wife and son. I'm so sorry Chris. I know how hard it must have been on you." Sympathy filled her eyes and voice as she laid a hand on his arm. "You're getting over it aren't you? I mean it's been several years now."

Chris scowled. He wasn't in the habit of talking about his life with just anyone. He and Ella had gone out a few times but it had never been anything serious, at least not from his point of view, then he'd met Sarah and the rest of the world had vanished in her glow.

"I'll never get over it Ella," he stated, his voice soft but firm as he pulled back from her invasion of his personal space. "Never!"

She eased back in her chair waiting until the waitress had delivered their drinks and departed before rephrasing her comments. "I'm sorry. I just meant I'm sure you're getting on with your life...Are you still in the service?"

He shook his head, stifling a yawn. "Nope. Private sector."

"Don't tell me," she teased, "you're some big corporate raider."

A small smile ghosted on his lips. "Not exactly." Chris glanced at his watch before gulping the coffee. "It was good to see you again Ella but I really have to be going." Pushing to his feet, he tossed several bills on the table.

"Can I see you again?" Ella questioned hopefully as he once again buttoned the duster against the outdoor chill and gathered his dinner.

"Been pretty busy lately but I'll be around. Nice talkin' to ya."

She watched as he moved for the door and crossing the small lobby disappeared into the gathering darkness.

His concentration focused on road stretching before him as the rain squall obliterated everything beyond the range of his headlights Chris didn't see or take particular notice of the small dark vehicle which followed as he headed his big truck down the highway toward home.

*******

Leaning in the doorway, Chris gazed around the outer office releasing a small sigh. JD and Buck were fussing about some stupid joke and Vin slouched next to the coffee maker sipping at his third cup of the morning. Ezra...there was no sign of Ezra. Whether the con man was just being his usual tardy self or was off researching his latest undercover assignment was anybody's guess. Larabee often wondered if the gambler remembered how to tell time or dial a phone.

Shaking his head at their offer to make him a sandwich he grinned at their easy banter when the three made their way to the apartment at the end of the hall. Well, at least his own attitude was a bit better this morning. He'd gotten a decent night's sleep and wasn't facing truck load of paperwork.

He looked up at the sound of the elevator doors opening expecting to see his errant undercover agent but instead his hazel eyes widened in shocked disbelief as Ella Gaines stepped into the office area.

Setting his coffee cup on his desk, Larabee hurriedly crossed the distance to meet her, surprised by his mixed feelings of pleasure and anger at seeing her again.

"Christopher!" She held out both hands to him as he approached.

He ignored the gesture stepping away as she moved to hug him, a scowl settling on his features. "What are you doing here?" Chris questioned bluntly blocking her view.

Ella tossed her hair back with a laugh. "Why I followed you, silly...So this is where you work." Leaning sideways to see past him, she looked around the bullpen area, her dark eyes full of curiosity. "What exactly is it you do here and do I have to pay for a tour?"

Larabee hesitated. "Amongst other things, we do beta testing for a private sector computer company," he offered one of the many cover stories for their offices.

"Sounds...boring," Ella admitted with a soft laugh. Stepping past him she strolled down the aisle and settled into Vin's desk chair without being invited. "I'd have thought with all that training the government paid for, you'd be a spy or something." She teased.

"Hey Chris," Buck came bearing down on him, JD and Vin on his heels, "you gotta hear...oh..." That one word had an ominous sound as he saw and recognized the woman seated at Tanner's desk.

"Why Buck Wilmington, fancy finding you here," she purred. "Although I shouldn't be surprised. You truly are Chris' little shadow aren't you?" The undercurrent of sarcasm in her voice was unmistakable.

"Ella." The pilot's own voice was frosty.

Tanner stared at the happy-go-lucky ladies man in bewilderment. He'd never seen Buck not turn on that famed Wilmington charm when he chanced on any person of the opposite sex. It was like an automatic programed response when it came to anything feminine and this woman was definitely that...from the top of her perfect hair do to the toes of her expensive imported leather high heel shoes.

"Ain't ya gonna introduce us, Buck?" JD questioned, poking the older man in the ribs with his elbow.

"Ella Gaines, JD Dunne. Vin Tanner."

JD didn't seem to notice the obvious reluctance in his roommate's barely cordial introduction.

"Gentlemen, it is indeed a pleasure to meet Chris' co-workers." Ella smiled, ignoring Wilmington who did nothing to hide his expression of disgust.

"No, ma'am, the pleasure is ours," JD reassured her with a bright smile. The kid sounded more like Buck everyday.

Vin simply nodded, silently. Something wasn't right but he wouldn't push it. If Buck wanted to talk he'd listen. Tanner's own instincts were screaming this woman was nothing but trouble pure and simple.

"So, Christopher, are you busy or do you have time to spend with an old friend?" She questioned, still eyeing the two youngest members of the team.

"As a matter of fact, I am."

Ella returned her attention to Larabee feigning a pout. "I was so hoping we could got out for a late breakfast or perhaps an early lunch and finish catching up on old times." There was a hint of something more in her husky voice.

"Sorry but I've got meetings all day long." He silently prayed the other men wouldn't react to the lie that rolled easily off his lips.

"Dinner?" She asked hopefully.

Chris attempted to brush her off. "'Fraid not. Boys and I have standing plans for tonight."

"I'm certain they wouldn't mind if you passed just this once." Ignoring Wilmington she turned back to Vin and JD. "You boys don't mind do you?"

"Course not!" JD smiled widely oblivious to the tension in his friends. "Why don't you two go to that new seafood place ya been wanting to try Chris? You know the one ya said ya couldn't take riffraff like us to."

Tanner dropped his gaze to the floor thinking if looks could kill they would be planning the kid's funeral about now.

"That sounds wonderful!" Ella gushed. "I adore lobster."

With a sigh of defeat bordering on disgust, Larabee nodded. "Sounds fine. I'll pick you up about seven. Where are you staying?"

"Oh, I'm absolutely terrible when it comes to giving directions. I'll just meet you downstairs in the lobby, if that's okay." She rose and before he could react pressed her lips to Larabee's. "I'll see you then. It was nice meeting all of you...Good seeing you again Buck." With a satisfied smile she tripped happily for the elevator leaving the four men staring after her.

The doors had barely closed behind her when Buck exploded. "Are ya outta your freakin' mind Christopher? How could you allow that bitch up here?"

"I didn't exactly invite her Buck. She followed me." The blond glared at his oldest friend. "What the hell am I supposed to do, hire bodyguards and armed doormen?"

"She's nothin' but trouble Chris..." Wilmington began.

"Aww hell, Buck ya never did like her. Probably cause she's immune to your animal magnatism." Chris tried to make light of the situation. "Better get over it. Believe it or not, a lot of women think I'm a pretty damn good catch."

'Includin' Mary.' The pilot didn't give voice to the thought.

"You're really gonna take her out to supper?" Buck pressed.

"Why the hell not? Gotta eat." Larabee gave a resigned shrug. Finding himself growing angry and not wanting to fight with the man who'd stood beside him through the roughest times of his life, Chris stormed for his office tossing over his shoulder, "Last time I checked I was free, white and had passed the age of consent more than a few years back."

Cringing as the office door slammed shut, Buck sank down on the corner of Vin's desk.

"What's wrong Pard?" The sharpshooter sank into the chair vacated by the woman.

"Something about that woman ain't right Vin...Can't explain it...Just a feelin' ya know." Wilmington massaged the tense muscles in the back of his neck. "She used ta hang around the base when we were in the SEALs. Her and Chris went out a few times before him met Sarah."

"Ain't got nothin' ta do with comin' in second does it?" Vin questioned softly.

"Hell no!" The pilot gave an exaggerated shudder. "Ain't my type!"

"Damn Buckley, I thought anything female was your type." Tanner chuckled trying to lighten the mood.

"Not that one, Vin....Not that one." Pushing away from the desk he moved away leaving a thoughtful Texan staring after him.

*******

Chris sat back staring at his companion across the white linen tablecloth as the waiter removed the remains of th exceptional lobster and refilled their coffee cups.

Ella was impeccably dressed in a tailored outfit that screamed of taste and money but he was no slouch himself, cutting a handsome figure in the black suit and tie. He had noticed several patrons glance their way, nodding as if silently commenting on the well matched couple, as they were led to their table.

"So why are you here?" he questioned as soon as the waiter departed.

"I flew in to check on some real estate ventures I have in the area," she offered sipping delicately at her Latte.

"What kind of ventures?"

She waved a hand dismissively in the air. "Oh Christopher, I don't know...It was some ranch or farm which belonged to my husband."

Chris choked on his coffee. "Husband! You're married?"

"Oh I forgot to mention him didn't I?" Ella smiled brightly. "No matter, he died three months ago. They said it was his heart."

"I'm sorry." His condolences for her loss were sincere although he didn't understand her apparent cavalier attitude.

"It wasn't a surprise." She shrugged. "However his will was quite a surprise. It turned out he was worth several million..."

"And...now it's yours?"

"As his widow and only heir. I inherited several businesses, real estate, stocks, hotels, a private jet, some horse farm in Kentucky..." Bullseye! Ella hid her smile behind her coffee cup seeing his eyes light up with interest. The man had always loved horses! "It's near Lexington and has several top of the line Thoroughbred stallions standing at stud. A two-year-old colt sold for six hundred and fifty thousand in the Keenel and spring sales."

Larabee let out a low whistle. "That ain't hay. Person could get caught up in horses like that." Chris' own stock was nothing to sneeze at bringing in stud fees he could easily retire on but it was pennies compared to the money she mentioned. Of course money had never been high on his list of priorities.

"Could you?"

He frowned lowering his cup at the seductive question. "Excuse me?"

The woman stared at him intently, toying with her coffee cup. "Could you get caught up in something like that...With me?

Embarrassed he focused on a picture on the far wall. Larabee hadn't seen the woman in years but vividly remembered the few times they'd spent together. Ella was a wildcat...in bed and out. Uninhibited she had never been bashful about saying or doing exactly what she wanted.

"This is kinda sudden don't ya think?"

"Like you Chris, I know what I want and I go after it. It's only fair to warn you Christopher, if I truly want something, nothing...and I do mean nothing...will stand in my way." There was a menacing tone to her voice and her dark eyes took on a sharpness that surprised him. "And I want you." She whispered huskily. Taking his hand she pulled him to his feet. "Let's get outta here."

*******

"Where the hell is he?" Buck demanded of no one in particular for the tenth time as he anxiously paced the bullpen aisle.

"He probably got caught in traffic." JD offered, trying to put his roommate at ease. "Maybe he overslept."

"Sure wasn't in his own bed."

"Quit frettin' Buckly. He'll show." Vin ignored the pilot's comment, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"Just got this bad feelin'."

"All right Han Solo..." Dunne teased, ducking the swat to his head Buck aimed his direction as he paced past the desk.

"Ya call his place?" The sharpshooter slid into the leather chair. Buck didn't need to answer. Wilmington wouldn't be this worried if he hadn't already tried to reach their boss.

"Yep and every place else I could think of....Ya think as much hell as he raises when we're outta touch he'd..." The sentence went unfinished as the topic of their conversation strolled from the elevator. "Where the hell have you been?"

His tie askew, the suit jacket slung casually over his shoulder Larabee greeted his team with a relaxed smile. "Mornin' Vin, JD. What's got you in an uproar Buck? Bad night?"

"Spent it worryin' about a friend. Where the hell you been?" The pilot repeated suddenly certain he didn't want to know the answer.

"Kentucky."

The three men's mouths fell open and it was Vin who finally managed to make his work enough to ask, "What the hell were ya doin in Kentuck, pard?"

Chris' grin widened. "Looking at horses."

"Horses?" JD frowned, staring at his hero in confusion. "Ya went all the way to Kentucky just ta look at horses?"

"Race horses, JD. Some of the finest stock I've ever seen."

"I thought ya was goin out for dinner."

"Did that too."

"Who do you know in Kentucky," Wilmington queried.

"Ella." Chris shrugged, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "We flew her private jet back there to look them over."

"You flew to Kentucky with Ella Gaines?" Buck questioned, his voice incredulous.

"Ya say that like it's a bad thing Buckly boy." The blond teased his old friend as he moved past them.

"You actually flew to Kentucky to look at Ella's horses?" Wilmington repeated in disbelief as the three men trailed their boss into his office.

"Sayin' it again won't change it Buck. Yes I flew to Kentucky with Ella to look at horses."

"Nice horses pard?" Tanner asked softly sensing a change in his friend's demeanor.

Chris smiled. "Never saw better." His gaze dropped to the liquid in his mug. "That's why I'm givin' some serious thought ta goin' back there with her."

"The hell you say!" Buck blurted out. The quick glance he tossed Tanner was clearly an 'I told ya the bitch was trouble!' look.

"Ella's been thinking about taking on a partner for a while now. Someone who knows horses and who she trusts to keep her informed on what's happening."

"And she offered it to you?" JD tried to sound enthusiastic but his dark eyes were full of trepidation.

"That she did."

"What about your own place?" The youth pressed on. "Ya ain't thinkin' about sellin' it are ya?"

"Hell no!" Chris sipped at the coffee, pulling a stack of files closer. "Do like before and hire someone ta look after the stock. It's not like I'd never be back here."

"What about your commitment to the judge?" Wilmington challenged, his arms folded across his chest.

"I just said I was thinking about it." Larabee reiterated. "I haven't made up my mind but I could still work for Travis. I'd just be working from there instead of here. Hell that's the great thing about telephones and computers."

"And where will we be, pard?" Vin questioned softly, his azure eyes troubled.

"Reckon that's up to you. I ain't your nursemaid." The blond flipped open several files putting an end to the conversation.

"I knew that bitch was gonna be trouble!" Buck fumed as Tanner closed Larabee's office door behind them. "Didn't I tell ya? Didn't I warn y'all?" Neither man said anything crossing to their desks, their eyes constantly straying to the office door.

*******

A week had passed with everyone carefully avoiding the subject of Ella's offer afraid of pushing him into making the wrong decision. Ezra had finally checked in with an e-mail informing them that in the midst of his research a golden opportunity had arisen allowing him the chance to wiggle in with contacts close to the target of their lastest assignment...one of the largest illegal arms dealers on three continents. He'd be in touch.

Larabee blew a gasket. The undercover operative knew the procedure! The southerner had no understanding of rules and regulations. Standish acted as if he still believed he only answered to himself. Well Chris would change that belief damn quick the next time the con man was within reach...whenever that might be. He'd wring that scrawny southerner neck!

Ezra knew he wasn't to go in without backup, especially this time. Travis had made it perfectly clear the reason he wanted them looking into this case was because two ATF agents had already lost their lives trying to bring down the dealer. The man either had uncanny instincts or very reliable sources when it came to discovering those plotting against him. Under those conditions Chris would never, Never allow the gambler to accept the assignment without backup.

The others had allowed themselves a brief moment of relief listening to the blond team leader rant and rave about the gambler's penchant for giving him gray hairs, each thinking how much their boss was sounding like his old self.

Larabee had been spending all his free time with Ella, wining, dining and flying wherever her whims took them. Tanner silently worried and Buck just as silently fumed knowing there was nothing they could do except watch helplessly as their friend drifted further into Ella's all consuming embrace.

Neither man begrudged him the companionship of a woman...In fact it was just the opposite. Happiness had surged through his friends at the relationship that had slowly begun to develop between Chris and Mary Travis after mourning Sarah's loss for so long. Now it seemed as if that budding relationship was also in danger of being destroyed by Ella's return to Larabee's life.

Ella had made several visits to the office. Seeing her step from the elevator, monitors were shut off and files shoved into drawers or the information inconspicuously covered with inconsequential papers. While she always seemed to go out of her way to be friendly Wilmington was downright rude and Vin felt uneasy around her like a bug under a microscope as she seemed to be studying the three men who worked with Chris.

Each man prayed Chris would see the light and come to his senses before it was too late.

*******

Buck stretched in the seat and yawned. Without a doubt, surveillance had to be the most boring job in the world. Rumor had it a beat cop was dirty, feeding information heard around the station to gun runners. Taking into account there might be a connection to the men Ezra was shadowing, they had decided to invest the time needed to check it out. He glanced at his watch and reaching over, pulled the headset from JD's ear.

"I'm gonna go get fresh coffee. Want anything?"

"Yeah, I need some sugar energy, " The younger man grinned. "Grab some donuts...glazed. Ya know the kind I like."

"Be back in a few." Wilmington snagged his jacket from the back of the seat and quickly glancing out the window to make sure they weren't being observed, slipped out the side door of the van. Drawing in a deep breath of fresh air, he slowly sauntered the half block up the street to the all night convenience store.

Tripping over a rough place in the sidewalk he juggled the cardboard drink carrier and bag of donuts intent on rescuing the coffee and didn't see the dark sedan that momentarily pulled to a stop beside the van before speeding on down the street.

He heard the explosion as the van erupted into flames, the concussion knocking him to the ground where he lay stunned for several long seconds before comprehension flooded his mind.

JD! Scrambling on his hands and knees he stumbled down the street, unmindful of the dizziness or the blood running in a stream down the side of his face where his forehead had clipped the curb.

Fire extinguishers in hand, the drivers of two delivery trucks rushed forward in a vain effort to douse the flames that were rapidly engulfing the vehicle.

"JD!" Unmindful of the heat, Wilmington grabbed the side door handle, the hot metal searing his hands. "JD!"

Frantically throwing his weight against burning bent metal, he stumbled when the door suddenly gave way and slid open.

"JD?" Buck's heart jumped into his throat at the sight of the young agent crumpled at an odd angle against the side wall of the van, blood covering his lax features. Afraid the intense heat would ignite the gas tank, praying he wasn't adding to his roommate's injuries the pilot grabbed the kid's shirt collar dragging him to the opening.

Screaming for the would-be firefighters to get their asses undercover, he gathered the youngster in his arms and ran for the vacant lot on the other side of the street.

Laying the unconscious youth on the cool grass, Buck crumpled beside him and reached a burnt trembling hand to feel for a pulse as the van exploded into a fireball. Flattening his body over the kid's in an attempt to protect him from the fiery rain of debris, the pilot absently thought Chris was going to kill them for the destruction of the expensive van of equipment.

He started to protest as someone shoved him aside before realizing the person kneeling beside Dunne was a paramedic. Sinking back on his heels, cradling his burnt hands to his chest, Buck watched in silent prayer as the medical crew worked on his young friend.

*******

Anyone waiting on ill or injured relatives or friends gave the mustached man with the stormy eyes and bandaged hands a wide berth as he paced the small waiting room. Even the nurses, use to Buck's flirtatious nature on other occasions seemed leery of approaching him.

He angrily shoved the cell phone into his jacket pocket after continuously punching numbers despite doctor's orders not to use his hands. All he'd managed to contact were answering machines and voice mail. No one had answered at the office or their cell phones. Where the hell was everybody! He knew Josiah and Nathan were still in California but had left a message for each man and one on Vin's voice mail. He'd waited patiently through Ezra's cultured message, knowing even undercover the man would check his machine as soon as possible...but damnit to hell he'd even gotten Chris' machine.

His anger fueled by the attack on JD which left the young man battling for his life in the operating room was acerbated by not being able to locate Chris. The other men he could understand but Larabee was their team leader. He was JD's hero for God sakes. Chris needed to be there. He needed to be there for their youngest member and damnit Buck needed him too.

He recalled all the times he had spent in this hospital since the team was formed, either as a patient or pacing the halls, the men had always...always...waited for the news-good or bad-together as a united front. This was the first time he'd faced this situation alone and he didn't like it. He realized just how much he needed the others.

His rapidly building rage turned, taking on a new focus...Larabee's recent actions. Wilmington had stood by that man through thick and thin, hell and high water never once turning his back on Chris. He'd believed he'd lost his friend with the death of Sarah and Adam only to find himself once again standing at Larabee's side. Now he couldn't help but feel he was being pushed away...because of her.

His oldest friend no longer joined them at Inez's or fishing on the weekends or any of the other activities that had become almost routine among the makeshift family. In the last three weeks Chris stopped by the office long enough to check in and run through his messages before he was off again with her...Her!...That bitch Ella Gaines.

Buck's dark eyes flashed with emotion. Hadn't he told them she was trouble? He'd told them all. The bells and whistles of his internal alarms had sounded with that damn letter and grown louder seeing her seated in Vin's chair. He'd warned them! Now she was taking Chris. Bit by tiny bit she was pulling him away from the team; isolating him from his friends, his brothers...and Buck could see no way to stop it.

This was worse than watching Larabee crawl into the bottle after his family's tragic deaths. At least the pilot had some idea how to wage the battle to get him back. How could he fight this...and, a small voice whispered, should he?

Was he letting his intense dislike of the woman cloud his judgment? He didn't want to deny Chris any chance at happiness after all the lonely bitter years he'd spent since Sarah's death. Buck didn't want to interfere if Ella was the person who would truly complete Chris' life filling it once more with love and laughter but he knew in his soul she wasn't that woman.

And what about the others? What would happen to them if Ella succeeded in luring Larabee away? He pictured Vin at their first meeting. Because of his faith in Chris, the bashful ex-bounty hunter had opened himself up to others, letting them into his life. What would happen to Tanner if Ella managed to destroy the special bond between Chris and Vin?

What would happen to Ezra? It had taken time and work on all their parts but the con man had finally stepped into the circle accepting their friendship and discovering a family who accepted him for himself. That journey had begun with the trust he placed in Larabee.

And JD? Larabee was his hero...

Yes! Damnit Buck would do everything in his power to keep Ella Gaines from destroying this family...His family.

Needing an outlet for his rage Buck smashed his large fist into the wall, oblivious to the pain and frightening the young nurse who'd entered to speak with him. She hesitated in the doorway, her brown eyes wide before squaring her shoulders and advancing on the angry man. Her chosen profession meant dealing calmly with all types of situations and people.

"Mr. Wilmington?"

Buck spun on his heel, running a bandaged hand through his thick hair. "Yes?"

"Dr. Green wanted me to update you on Mr. Dunne's condition. He's out of surgery. They'll keep him in recovery for a while before moving him to Intensive Care but he's breathing on his own which is always a good sign."

"But?" Buck held his breath. She hadn't said he was going to be fine or make a full recovery so there had to be a but.

"There was extensive trauma to his cranium. The doctor has put him into a drug induced coma to give his body time to repair itself."

"For how long?"

"That depends on Mr. Dunne's recuperative powers but he's young and strong and that's definitely a plus." She shook her head wishing she could give him a more definite answer.

"Can...Can I see him?"

The young woman nodded, moved by the wash of emotions which flooded over the man's face. She lay a gentle hand on his arm. "I'll be back for you as soon as they get him settled."

"Thank you."

Maybe his bark was worse than his bite after all. She stopped turning back to the handsome agent. "And Mr. Wilmington...Keep your hands to yourself. It's not good for your injuries or our wall."

*******

Vin eased his truck into the only available spot in the parking garage and killed the engine. Wearily he pulled the handful of files from the passenger seat and climbed from the vehicle sighing as he mentally ran through the list of things which needed to be done. The top priority being trying to establish contact with Ezra who seemed to have vanished off the face of the earth.

They had gotten an e-mail two days earlier reporting a meeting was being set up with the top men and would be in touch as soon as possible.

Guess it was a good thing Larabee's time was otherwise occupied or he'd hunt Ezra down and nail the gambler's ass to the nearest wall.

Vin rolled his shoulders trying to stretch out the kinks. He needed to call Buck and JD to see if they had anything to report. If he hadn't been so tired or preoccupied Tanner might have heard the men approach but as it was all he saw was a blur of motion in his perephial vision a second before something solid crashed into his skull sending him pinwheeling into darkness.

*******

Ella threw the door wide and grabbing Larabee's arm, literally dragged him inside. "Well, what do you think? Do you like it?"

The blond man's hazel eyes widened as he took in the elaborately decorated house. Chris had passed the empty house on several occasions never giving the posted 'For Sale' sign a second thought. He stared at the expensive furniture aware of the impatient click of Ella's heels on the quartz tiles of the entrance way floor.

"I don't know." He answered honestly. It was too fancy for his tastes. Larabee preferred overstuffed comfortable furniture you didn't feel guilty sitting on and the simple warm lived-in touches that made a house a home.

"Oh Christopher, please don't tease me. You have to like it!" She pouted. "Please say you love it. After all I bought it just for you."

Larabee's face paled. "Ex-excuse me?"

Her arms spread wide she twirled about laughing in delight. "I bought it for you silly! For us! Surely you don't intend to continue living in that battered old rambling place you have now after we're married?"

A sudden spark flared. He hadn't said anything about marriage, hadn't so much as considered it, and as for where he lived..."That rambling old place is my home Ella and I'm happy with it."

"Oh pooh!" Ella dismissed his statement with a wave of her hand and crossing to the elaborate bar in the corner of the expansive living room set about mixing them each a drink. "You don't really expect me to be seen living in something out of the nineteenth century. I have an image to maintain after all. Of course this really isn't worth even discussing since we'll have homes all over the world...But I do so want this to be ours when your work keeps you in Colorado."

Larabee ignored the glass she pushed his direction.

"After all," she continued, "it's so much nicer than where you are now...More room, more lands, more barns..."

"I don't want more, Ella." Chris stated.

"Oh shit, Chris!" Swearing in frustration, she angrily shoved the bottle back into its appropriate slot. "You'll learn to love this place, I promise. I like it. I bought it and that's all there is to it."

"Don't I have any say?" He questioned softly as moving for the door. "After all you said you bought it for me...For us."

"Someone of my standing can't be seen living in some ramshackle old farmhouse way back in the sticks! Even you can see that?" She called after him.

Larabee sighed. He was beginning to see a lot of things.

*******

Vin groaned as he opened blurry eyes and tried to focus on his surroundings. He lay on his side on the cold damp ground. The only break in the darkness came from a light peeking through a thin crack overhead. He fought the nausea building in the pit of his stomach as he tried to move, uncertain which felt worse, his head or his stomach.

Coughing, he choked as he tried to sit up realizing not only were his hands bound behind his back but he was gagged as well the rough fabric tightly cutting into the corners of his mouth. Obviously someone didn't want him yelling for help.

Panting from the exertion, ignoring his throbbing head and roiling stomach Tanner managed to struggle into a sitting position. He had no idea how much time had passed or how he'd gotten here. Here, his searching gaze told him seemed to be an old root cellar of some kind. Leaning against the wall behind him, feeling the cold stones leaching the meager warmth from his body Vin closed his eyes fighting the rising panic.

For the moment all he could do was wait.

*******

Ezra frowned as he straightened his jacket. The gambler was well aware what he was doing was beyond stupid. Larabee would have his head stuffed and mounted on the wall behind his desk when all was said and done but at the moment this was the only option open to him. There hadn't been time to call in backup or even secret a wire on his person. The dealers were gathering and that meant information would be exchanged. Information the team needed.

This party being thrown by an affluent member of society with suspected shady dealings in the underworld of gun trafficking might well prove the key in identifying the main arms dealer before the man could make his buy and the weapons were scattered to cult factions.

Squaring his shoulders and pasting a dimpled smile on his handsome face he entered the room, snagging a glass of champagne from a passing waiter. Cautiously he circulated the room, eyes and ears open, listening and learning.

*******

Lucy Garth slowed her pickup as she eased down the narrow road. A frown furrowed her sweaty brow as she eyed the vehicle parked in the driveway of the Old Miller farm. The place had been empty and for sale since the old man's passing several months earlier.

In this neck of the woods, neighbors looked out for neighbors and she knew other than workmen she'd assumed were making repairs for the reality company the vet knew no one had been around. They certainly didn't need vandels wrecking havoc on the beautiful old house. Looking closer she released a low whistle. Vandals didn't usually drive Mercedes. It was then she realized the 'For Sale' sign was gone.

She grimaced at the thought of some bigwig from California or back east buying the place. It was happening all too frequently. City slickers coming in and grabbing up the good grazing land for a weekend place, bringing their city ways which didn't fit into the country lifestyle at all then grumbling about the quiet or that they were bored. Lucy felt an overwhelming empathy with the Native Americans forced to watch their homes destroyed, their land being gobbled up by outsiders.

Glancing down at her dirt covered jeans and dusty boots, she shook her head in disgust. This was not the proper time to introduce herself to the new neighbors. With a sigh and wistful look she drove on.

*******

Squinting, Vin eyed the woman who stood glaring down at him in the bright light from the cellar's open door. If her presence here surprised him, he had taken a lesson from Ezra and hid it well.

"...So you see, it is very simple. With you out of the way, there will be nothing to prevent Christopher from staying with me," she gloated.

He shook his head, the gag preventing his denial. His friend would never let him vanish without searching for him. Of that one thing Tanner would bet his life.

"Oh but he will. You're all scattered now. You see there is no team." She chuckled at the shock evident in his blue eyes. "Oh yes, I know all about your little band of do-gooders. You needn't be surprised. I have enough money to hire someone to inform me of how many visits a day you make to the restroom. But no more of that nonsense for my Christopher. He'll soon forget about you five and settle down with me. Don't worry, you have my word I'll make him happier than he's ever been before."

Tanner shook his head again. It would take more than this whore and her money to make Chris happy and there was nothing she could do to tear the seven men apart.

"It's already done." Ella smiled. As if reading his mind the woman seemed to take great pleasure in explaining the scenerio she had put into action. "Those two he sent to that seminar in California...Josiah and Nathan...I saw him take them to the airport...They'll be offered jobs they couldn't possibly refuse. Good old Buck is no problem. Even now he's at the hospital with JD. He's too distracted to worry about anything but that snotnosed roommate of his."

Tanner's heart plunged. Hospital? What had she done to JD?

"Whether the kid makes it or not works to my advantage. If JD dies Buck will never forgive Chris for not being there and if he lives they'll both be angry enough to walk away without looking back. I mean is it my fault Chris hasn't received any of his messages." She snickered. "And you my young friend make five. With you out of the way, Chris is all mine!"

Hope flared before Vin veiled his blue eyes. Five...She had said five. Ella didn't know about Ezra! The gambler hadn't made an appearance when she was around and he couldn't remember the con man being mentioned in her presence. Obviously Larabee hadn't discussed his team with her either. Ella had no knowledge of their family's black sheep. Maybe the gambler was their wild card.

"I considered having my men just put bullet in your brain there in the garage but that would have been detremental to my plans as Christopher would have set off on a tangent unwilling to rest until he found your murder....So...You'll just disappear...I'm sure Chris might mourn for you for a while and wonder why you left without a word of explanation but he'll get over it. I'll be sure of that. So you see Mr. Tanner there will be nothing left...Only me and Chris."

In lieu of his lip, Tanner chewed at the cloth keeping him silent. Ella was just crazy enough to kill them all if that's what it took to keep Larabee with her. Buck had been right all along and while they'd listened no one had made a move to stop her.

"I must be going now. I have business matters to attend to. Enjoy your visit. The scenery isn't much but it won't be much longer I assure you. I'll be back as soon as I decide on the appropriate place to dump your body." She climbed the steps stopping to stand in the sun's glare. "You can take comfort in the fact that when Chris does grieve for you I'll be right there beside him...Feel free to give a yell if you need anything." With an insane giggle at her joke, Ella slammed the door leaving him in darkness again.

*******

Buck sat staring at the still pale face of JD Dunne. His features were lifeless and only the gentle hissing and beeping of the machines surrounding the bed gave proof the young man was still alive. The doctors had explained to him the purpose of the drug induced coma. It would allow the young man's body to heal...But staring at the bruises and bandages Wilmington had his doubts.

He pulled his gaze from the man he had come to think of as a little brother and looked around the room. It was empty. Too empty. The pilot needed Chris and Vin there to assure him JD was going to be fine. He needed Nate to explain in plain English all the things the doctors told him and he needed Josiah's strength of faith. Hell, he even needed Ezra, if only to see the con man sitting there rifling through his deck of cards in that comfortable sense of the familiar that would convince Wilmington, he had no doubts about Dunne's recovery.

No one had returned his messages and even after dialing all afternoon, he still hadn't reached anyone. As a last recourse, really not wanting to burden them, he had finally broken down and called Nettie's. They would be arriving any time now. JD would be upset but Casey had a right to know what had happened because of the relationship she and Dunne shared. And Nettie, hell, Buck looked forward to the crusty old woman and her feisty ways. At least he would have a familiar face and quiet reassuring voice to listen to and a comforting shoulder to cry on if needed.

Buck sighed heavily, sinking back in the chair. "Damnit where the hell is everyone?"

*******

Vin's startled gaze shot upward as a loud creaking was the first indication the cellar door was being opened. He'd managed to maneuver his hands in front of him and had spent the previous hours working at the knots in the rope. At least he'd been able to remove the gag allowing him to breath better.

Certain he had to act or die, Tanner launch himself at the dark figure descending the stairs. The old banister cracked loudly but held as his slight weight slammed the person against it. Gaining the opening, blinded by the bright he stumbled to the ground. Rolling to his feet, hands still bound Vin ran his gaze darting in all directions for an avenue of escape. Spotting the tree line in the distance, he swerved in that direction.

The sharpshooter had almost reached the safety afforded by the forest when he felt then heard the rifle shot. The impact propelled the tracker to his knees, grabbing at his shoulder as blood rapidly covered his chest. Lurching back to his feet, he dizzily stumbled into the protection of the trees. He had to escape or die here.

*******

Taking a deep breath, Lucy pasted a smile on her pretty face as the beautiful newcomer opened the door. The vet hardly noticed the designer clothes and perfect makeup taken aback by the look in the woman's eyes. It was similiar to the look one might give a roach just before crushing it beneath your shoe.

"Yes?"

"Hello. I'm Lucy Garth." She offered her hand. "I live down the road a piece so I guess that kinda makes us neighbors. I just thought I'd stop by and introduce myself."

Ignoring the outstretched hand, Ella eyed the young woman dressed in a Carhardt jacket, worn jeans and Henley, her long dark hair pulled up into a ponytail, with disdain. Damn, she'd be happy when the staff arrived and she didn't have to deal with such distractions as some country bumpkin knocking on her door for a handout. "Aw yes, well it was nice of you to stop by Miss...it is Miss?...Garth..."

"Actually it's doctor." Lucy corrected. "I'm a vet."

"How nice. As I was saying, I'm rather busy at the moment."

"I understand. It's a lot of work getting settled in. Just wanted ta welcome ya to the area Mrs....?"

"Gaines...Ella Gaines." Ella reached for the door. "Thank you for stopping by Dr. Garth."

"Sure. Maybe we'll see each other some time."

"Perhaps." The one word was clearly a dismissal.

"Nice to meet ya Ella." With a quick wave, Lucy hurried to her truck glad to be away. Something about the woman chilled her to the bone.

*******

Ezra frowned at the message displayed on his computer screen. The e-mail he'd sent Larabee two days prior still hadn't been opened. In fact none of the men had opened their mail. There wasn't even the standard coded message from Vin telling Standish to watch his back.

The gambler chewed his lower lip. The others loved to tease Chris about his penchant for constantly checking his mail when Ezra was undercover. What could have happened to keep Larabee or Vin from responding especially to one as important as the last message sent?

It was unlike the team to remain out of touch. No matter how pissed off any of them were the men would never hang him out to dry. It had taken a long time for the con man to accept that fact but now there wasn't a shadow of a doubt in his mind concerning their loyalty. That ingrained code of honor each of the six men seemed to possess ran too deeply. What could have happened?

Circulating among the wheelers and dealers the previous evening Ezra had overheard a quiet conservation regarding the eminent arrival of Cantara who was jetting in to meet with his minion. Cantara...Jorge Cantara..one of the top Colombian drug dealers. It was well known through out law enforcement the man had his fingers in every illegal transaction in that South American country. Drugs, guns, people...if it was profitable Cantara had a piece of it.

Just the very fact he was stepping foot on American soil was priceless information. Even with his bodyguards, they could take him...It was what the team had been formed to do...The reason Larabee insisted on the endless training...Why hadn't Chris gotten back to him jumping up and down for joy and promising a vacation as a reward, after the well deserved ass kicking Standish was due.

Had something happened to his friends? Should he call the judge? Ezra quickly discarded the idea. He'd give the team leader another twelve hours before starting to panic. Meanwhile he'd begin formulating a plan of action.

Why the hell hadn't anyone answered?

*******

Driving down the quiet country lane, Lucy happily hummed along with the CD's tune. The forecasters were calling for more rain but at the moment the sun was shining and all was right with the world. Admittedly she was tired but it was a good tired having assisted in the birthing of triplet quarter horses. Although she had delivered more than one set of twins over the five years she'd been in practice, the owner's deciding against terminating one of the fetus' for their own reasons, this was a first. Triplets were extremely rare and it wasn't uncommon to lose at least one of the foals but against astronomical odds mother and babies were all doing fine and she was feeling quite pleased with herself.

She'd get home, take a shower and run into town to the steak house to celebrate. It wasn't everyday she had the thill of delivering triplets. More than likely would never happen again in her lifetime but God had smiled on her and it had happened today! Maybe she'd give Vin a call...See if he'd like to join her celebration.

The humming trailed off as she eased up on the gas pedal. What appeared to be the figure of a person half buried in the wet dead leaves and pine needles was slumped at the side of the road. There was nothing along this section of road. Nothing but trees and pasture land until you reach her house. Fearing it might be a ploy of some kind, she hesitated slowing even further until the truck rolled to a stop.

Lucy leaned her forehead against the steering wheel and swore under her breath. She couldn't just drive away and leave someone who could possibly be seriously hurt. Wishing she had given in to Vin when he'd argued the logical reasons for her carrying a gun in the glove compartment she glanced in the side view mirror. She was often called out in the middle of the night and Tanner didn't like the thought of her traveling the deserted roads without some way to protect herself. With a sigh of disgust, aimed solely at herself, the vet threw the truck into park and killed the engine pocketing the keys.

Climbing from the vehicle, quickly scanning the area for an out of commission mode of transportation, she slowly approached the motionless bundle of clothing hoping it might be an old scarecrow or some kids idea of a joke.

"Hey!" Lucy called out sharply. "You need help?" She mentally castigated herself...What a stupid thing to ask.

It took several long moments for her voice to register and slowly the man's head came up, his long hair hanging limply across his pain glazed blue eyes.

"Vin?...Oh my God!" Slipping on the wet leaves, Lucy scrambled into the ditch dropping to her knees beside the man she'd just been thinking about. "My God, Vin, what the hell happened to you?" Frightened grey eyes raked over his shivering form and blood soaked shirt.

"L-L-Lcy?" The name was a soft slur. "Wh..what'd ya..."

"Doesn't matter. Need to get you to a hospital." Fumbling to dial her cell phone she was stunned by the blood covered hand that closed over the small device.

"N-n-no..."

"Vin you're hurt." She tried to reason with him. "You need help and Chris needs to know." 'If he doesn't already,' An inner voice chided, thinking of the special relationship between the sharpshooter and team leader.

"N-no...p-put 'im...risk...You too." His tone grew stronger fueled by his need to make her realize the danger. "Patch me up...I'll be fine."

"You need a doctor Vin!" She argued.

"You're...a doc."

"An animal doc, not a people doc." Lucy smiled gently examining the shoulder wound. "You need to be in a hospital...And yes I know how much you hate hospitals but please don't argue with me. It's what's best."

"She'll...kill us all....keep...'im."

"What the hell are you talking about?...Kill who? Keep who?...You're not making any sense Vin." She placed a hand against his forehead alarmed at the heat. 'Probably the fever and shock talking.'

"'Lla.."

She struggled to make sense of the mumbled name. "Ella Gaines?" At his slight nod, she gasped aloud. "We need to call the police."

A small ghost of a smile flickered across his face. "Am the law Luce...'Member?"

"And I see what that's gotten you. I'll be right back."

"Ain't...goin...nowhere."

She pat his uninjured shoulder before running back to the truck for her medical kit. She wasn't authorized to treat humans but Lucy didn't think Vin would report her. Hurrying back to his side she rummaged through the bag for bandages and alcohol.

"This is becoming a habit I sorely want to break." She suppressed a shudder remembering the first time she'd patched him up. "Looks like you're gonna have matching scars."

Tanner struggled to keep his drooping eyelids from closing.

"Stay with me here Vin...Stay with me okay?" At his weak nod she pushed aside the blood soaked shirt seeing the ropes that bound his wrists for the first time. With a muttered curse, she fumbled for her pocket knife and fighting her building rage, sawed through the hemp before returning her attention to the oozing wound.

"Talk...ta...me.."

Lucy swallowed hard, steadied herself and set about cleaning and bandaging the large exit wound. Funny, animal blood didn't bother her in the least but seeing Vin's blood flowing down his chest caused her stomach to flip and her hands to shake. She worked as quickly as possible realizing they needed to get off the road. She could do a better later or the hospital staff could.

As she worked she told him about the triplets in an effort to keep him conscious. Every little bit he would attempt to comment on something she said but more often than not it was cut off by an sharp intake of breath as pain washed over him.

Being as careful as possible she tried to hurry wanting to put an end to his agony.

"That's as much as I can do Vin." She sank back on her heels. "It went clear though thank God. I don't think it did any nerve or bone damage but there's a risk of infection."

Tanner nodded, knowing the drill. "We'd best get out of here...afore she comes lookin'....for my body."

"Body?" Lucy squeaked in a small voice.

"One of her goons pulled the trigger...Bound ta come lookin' for me..." He struggled to his feet, giving in and accepting her help as she wrapped a strong arm about his waist. "Need ta get the hell outta here. Long as she thinks I'm...hurt and l-lost or...d-dead...Chris'...safe."

"Do ya really think she'd harm him?" Lucy steered him toward the truck, tightening her grip and bracing herself to take his weight as he stumbled.

"Don't know." He grimaced as she helped him into the passenger seat.

Tossing the bag behind the seat Lucy tucked a worn stadium blanket around the sharpshooter before buckling the seat belt. He gave her a wan smile, the lids closing on his blue eyes as she shut the door and hurried to the driver's side.

Climbing behind the wheel, she cast a worried glance at the tracker before starting the engine certain she should be heading for the closest hospital rather than her home.

*******

Buck paced the small room his dark eyes glued to the figure on the bed. He could barely see JD's face, half hidden by the oxygen mask and other medical paraphernalia. The medical personnel continued to be encouraging, displaying bright smiles of hope but the pilot read people well enough to know they were worried.

Mrs. Wells and her niece had arrived earlier. Casey, sat beside the bed, as motionless as the young man whose hand was wrapped in hers, the tears silently rolling down her cheeks. Nettie had turned her attention to comforting Buck, listening as he told her what he knew of the accident and the diagnosis, reassuring him that these were the best doctors in the business, excluding Nathan. She volunteered at the small hospital and knew most of the staff. Buck could believe they were doing everything possible for his friend.

Shocked to find Wilmington alone, she had questioned him on the whereabouts of the others but had received only monosyllabic answers in response. The older woman had finally dragged Casey off to fetch dinner for themselves and the pilot. A small smile had touched the womanizer's lips as she forewarned he'd eat every bite or she'd see to it there wasn't a nurse in the hospital who'd look twice at the handsome man.

"C'mon kid," Buck muttered, picking at the bandages on his hands as he paced the room. "Ya gotta hang in there. Who the hell am I gonna play Tomb Raider with if ya ain't around...Ezra?" He snorted sarcastically. "Without you there to straighten up before hand that picky bastard won't even step foot in our place. Ya know Chris is gonna hit the ceiling when he finds out the van and all that equipment got fried...I sure as hell don't wanna face his temper alone. Shit, I wasn't even there when..." The words trailed off.

No he hadn't been there when it happened. If he had he might be lying in one of the hospital beds as well...or dead. He hadn't been there. Bored, he'd opted to go get coffee...and left JD alone. It was Wilmington's fault! He was certain if he'd been at JD's side where he belonged he might have been able to protect him. Stopped it somehow.

'Who the hell are you trying to bullshit?' His inner voice chided. 'You're just blowin' smoke up your own ass.' There was nothing he could have done to stop it. The police had been by several times, first with questions and then with the results of their investigation. According to witnesses, a dark sedan with tinted windows had stopped beside the van and tossed a small package under the surveillance vehicle. Fortunately the bomb had slid under the engine rather than the gas tank. Unfortunately no one had gotten a look at the passengers or a plate number. There was little hope of finding or apprehending the perpetrators.

He'd find them!!!! If it took him the rest of his life. He'd find them and make them pay!

Wilmington scrubbed a bandaged hand through his thick hair. Who would want to harm JD? Or him? Only Chris and Vin knew they're exact location. At least he had to assume Chris knew since they'd left a message on his voice mail. Hell most street scum didn't bother with bombs, finding it easier to catch their target in an alley and ace them there.

Why hadn't any of the others answered his messages? Where the hell was everybody?

He'd left messages for Chris everywhere he could think of from Inez's to the damn feed store but there had been no response. Was it possible Larabee had finally decided to accept Ella's offer and had already left for Kentucky? Not likely. There were too many loose ends to tie up and no matter what, Chris would never leave without informing them and saying goodbye. So why hadn't he answered?

It wasn't like Larabee to ignore his men especially one who was injured but then again Ella had him so twisted around he didn't know up from down and a pretty face had a hellava way of messing up a man's thinking. Buck could testify to that from first hand experience.

And that didn't explain Tanner. It wasn't like the sharpshooter not to check back. Maybe he'd somehow convinced Chris to go camping or on a fishing trip....That was about as likely as the tracker letting Buck cut his hair. Even if he could drag Larabee away from Ella for more than an hour neither man would take off in the middle of a case with Ezra undercover. Even in an emergency Vin would have notified Wilmington where he could be reached.

Buck was disappointed and confused at not hearing from Nate and Josiah. Granted they were in California but neither man had bothered to call and check on JD's condition. That in itself was unusual. Wilmington had truly expected them to come barging through the door having caught the first flight out after checking their messages.

As for Ezra...Hell, he hadn't seen that sneaky bastard in almost a month. According to the email Standish hadn't been able to pass up the chance when afforded the opportunity to move into the circles that revolved around the judge's latest target. Of course for all he knew that could just be an excuse for an extended vacation and the gambler might at this moment be sitting at the poker table of some fancy casino. It wasn't in the man's nature to be loyal anyone but himself.

'Cut the crap! No need ta take it out on Ezra just cause you're pissed off!' Wilmington knew he wasn't being fair to the con man. Whether he admitted it or not, like the others, Ezra adored the young man lying in the hospital bed. While Buck still sensed a reluctance in the gambler to allow his team mates fully into his life he had traveled the farthest, his journey the hardest in turning his life around and developing relationships with the other six. Still Buck couldn't help wondering if a Leopard really ever changed his spots. Undercover or not, Ezra would blow a case to be by JD's side...But would he walk away from a sizable profit?

Wilmington's pacing ceased as he realized something was truly amiss and it wasn't just that he was alone for the first time since returning to Four Corners.

*******

Settling Vin on the couch, Lucy removed his boots and quickly checked the bandages before covering him with a quilt. He'd been silent since she gotten him into the truck and her brow furrowed with worry. Damnit! He needed a doctor!

"N-nooo..."

The petite vet started at the soft word before kneeling beside the sofa. "What is it Vin?"

"No doc-tor...no h-hospital...Lucy." He watched her through barely open eyes. "P-promise."

"Vin..."

"No...Listen to me." He gripped her wrist. Swallowing hard, he focused on her face and strengthened his voice. "They have to report...gun..shots and even...if they didn't...Ella knows I's hit...bound to have...people watchin'."

"Then I'll get a hold of Chris."

"No!...Can't risk it..."

Her dark eyes flashed. She didn't want to lose this man and while the bleeding had stopped and she could stitch the wound closed when he was stronger, if infection set in there was every possibility death would take him from her. "Someone needs to know!...At least let me call Ezra...He'll know what to do."

"Can't...Blow his cover."

She swore under her breath. "Well then it's just you and me cowboy." She gave him a gentle kiss. "We'll decide what to do after you get some sleep."

*******

"You look wonderful darling." Ella straightened Larabee's tie before placing a light kiss on his lips. "Please don't scowl Christopher."

"Would you please tell me why you're having a party in the middle of the afternoon?" Weekend parties were supposed to be barbecues, fishing or watching the ballgames with the guys. He had planned on stopping by the office and catching up on some work, maybe joining the guys at Inez's for drinks. In truth he missed their company.

He missed Tanner's quiet companionship and Buck's boisterous comraderie. He missed JD's incessant questions, the deep rumble of Josiah's voice delivering one of his parables and Nathan's constant nagging about their unhealthy eating habits. Hell he even missed Standish's smart ass comments to Larabee's every remark.

He hadn't talked to any of his team in several days and there had been no word from Ezra in over a week. Chris had been so caught up in the whirlwind of Ella's everyday life, his own was beginning to fade into the background. He was barely at his place long enough to change clothes and leave pay for the kids taking care of his animals. Damn! He was tired. Maybe he'd get a hold of Tanner and if everything was going okay with the case, they'd spend the day fishing or just sitting listening to the silence.

Larabee knew Buck and Ella didn't get along. They never really had. The ex-SEAL might tease Buck about being jealous but he knew it wasn't true and had chaulked it up to a difference of personalities. No one wanted to see the family they'd fought to develop disingrate but none of the men would begrudge Chris the chance at something he really wanted to do. Even if Chris decided to accept Ella's offer he believed he could always work his schedule to continue working with his team.

Wilmington had stood beside him through happiness and hellfire. He had a good heart and the only thing that would matter in the end was if Chris was happy. The others would follow Buck's lead and accept her as well. Besides it wasn't as if they were getting married.

"This way people can still attend any plans they may have for the evening. Call it a combination house warming and fundraiser. There's going to be a lot of important people here. You'll make some wonderful business contacts and I'll be able to help this town you like so much by raising money for the new wing on the hospital." She smiled seductively, "We could very easily turn this into an engagement party."

"We've been over this Ella," He stepped away, loosening the tie she'd just straightened. He was growing weary of the conversation. Yes he was seriously considering a business partnership in the horse farm but he wasn't ready for marriage to anyone. A mental image of Sarah flashed through his mind to be superceded by a picture of Mary Travis.

"Mrs. Gaines the caterer would like a word if it's convenient." One of the maids stepped into the doorway bringing an end to conversation before it began.

'I do understand how you feel darling but you can't fight destiny...or me. Sooner or later you'll see we were meant to be together.' Ella thought, blowing him a kiss before following the maid from the room.

*******

Intent on keeping his quarry in sight, Ezra unobtrusively mingled through the crowd, an untouched glass of champagne in his left hand, searching for a viable way to meet the elusive target. He blended in well with the other well dressed party goers once again amazed at how gun runners and drug dealers...'or con men' his inner voiced chided, could meld right in with the upper crust of society.

The con man had been more than a little surprised to discover his current location was just over an hour's drive from Larabee's ranch, considering it might be feasible to stop by the team leader's house upon his departure. Even if Chris wasn't home he could always leave a note advising the man of the latest developments.

Rounding a table laden with a variety of deserts surrounding an elaborate ice sculpture, his eyes on the man across the room, he bumped squarely into the solid, unyeilding chest of another guest. An apology on his lips, he met angry eyes almost as green as his own. Angry eyes he recognized all too well..

"M-Mr. L-Larabee," Standish stammered, nearly dropping both his glass and his facade at the shock of seeing his boss.

The familiar glare turned glacial. "What the hell are you doin' here? Are ya followin' me now?" Chris demanded, his tone as cold as his eyes. Grabbing the smaller man's arm in a fierce grip Larabee hustled him into a nearly empty hallway waiting until the other occupants had wandered off before turning on the gambler. "Buck or Vin put ya up to this?" He hissed angrily.

"I-I-" The verbose con man found himself at a loss for words.

"I'm gonna kick those sonuvabitches asses. You can tell them for me I don't need a damn babysitter!"

"I assure you Mr. Larabee, I have no idea what you're referring to. Neither man 'put me up to this' as you so succienctly phrased it." Ezra kept his voice low and casual, shaking the spilled alcohol from his hand. His emerald eyes darted in all directions for any unwanted observers.

Larabee's eyes raked over him. "Then what the fuck ya doin' here?"

"Unless I've been fired, I was under the impression I was doing my job." Ezra nearly growled puzzled by his boss' attitude. Nodding at a passing woman he waited until certain she was out of hearing range. "I'm following Cantera."

"Cantera?" Chris' eyes narrowed. "Here?"

Ezra barely had time to nod before, stunned, he found himself slammed against the wall, Larabee's forearm pressed to his throat cutting off his air.

"This is Ella's party. A fundraiser for God sakes! Ain't no gun runners or drug dealer's here!" He snarled at the younger man. "You got that you slimy southern sonuvabitch?"

Ezra, his eyes wide, nodded once and gasped for air as Chris stepped back releasing the pressure on his windpipe. "Excuse me, but might I ask who Ella is?"

"Your hostess." Larabee snarled and giving the gambler another look of disgust and a savage growl, turned on his heel to leave.

As if hearing her name, Ella stepped into the hallway, her smile brightening when she saw Chris. "There you are. I thought maybe you were hiding from me." She turned to Standish extending a perfectly manicured hand. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Ella Gaines."

"Anthony Starke at your service ma'am." Thickening his accent, Standish bowed over her hand, a picture of the perfect southern aristocrat. "I was just asking Mr...Larabee was it...if there was someplace designed to leave a check for this most worthy cause as I must be leaving for an appointment."

"There's a silver tray on the mantle for that purpose," Ella possessively linked her arm through Chris'. "I'm sorry we didn't have more time to talk."

"As am I dear lady." Ezra smiled, carefully avoiding meeting Larabee's furious glare. "Perhaps another time."

Taking a swallow of the champagne Ezra handed the glass to a passing waiter, watching the couple rejoin the party. Something was wrong. Very wrong!

He needed to talk to Vin. Loathe to make contact with the sharpshooter least either of them were being shadowed, knowing it could blow the case or worse, cost them their lives he had to find a way. He had to know what was going on and he was certain he wasn't going to get any answers from Chris.

With a regretful look at the milling crowd, knowing Cantera was that close Ezra straightened his jacket and moved for the exit. He had to find Vin.

*******

Lucy paced the elevator foyer praying Ezra would arrive soon. She hadn't wanted to leave Vin but knew he needed help and more protection than she could offer. Securing his promise to stay put, she had driven as quickly as possible to Ezra's penthouse. If nothing else she would leave a message with his doorman.

Harry remembered her from the night she'd stayed at the exclusive building and allowed her access to the elevator, informing her she'd have to wait in the hallway and he couldn't guarantee Mr. Standish would return today. He often walked his favorite tenant's small dog unless the southerner was going to be gone for a lengthy time and he knew the gambler had left the dog with friends. If he went off duty before she left, Harry would inform Henry of her presence.

She didn't have a lengthy time to wait and neither did Vin. Glancing at her watch, determined she'd give it a few more minutes, the petite vet slid to the floor in the corner nearest the door resting her back against the wall and wrapping her arms around her knees.

It didn't take long for her eyelids to slide closed with weariness.

*******

Lucy's eyes flew open in terror as a hand was placed gently over her mouth, shocked to see Ezra kneeling in front of her, a finger pressed to his lips. Nodding in understanding, she climbed to her feet as he unlocked the door and motioning once more for silence led her inside.

*******

Ezra had been more than slightly stunned to discover the pretty veterenian dozing in the corner of the foyer. He rarely returned to the penthouse when undercover unless it was an emergency and always took extra precautions when doing so. Harry and his brother Henry were stringent in protecting his privacy but unfortunately they couldn't be everywhere at all times and the law demanded the fire stairs remain unlocked.

Fear raced through the con man's veins. There could only be one reason the vet would seek him out.

Standish silently crossed the carpeted floor and kneeling, not wishing to frighten the small woman he placed a gentle hand over her mouth, regretting the fear that rushed to her eyes until she recognized her assailant.

Entering the expensive apartment Ezra disabled the intricate alarm system and motioning once again for silence quickly checked the extra security precautions he'd placed before leaving. Satisfied, he gently ushered her to the sofa. "It's always a pleasure to see you Miss Garth but is there a particular reason you were camping in my entranceway?"

"Vin needs your help Ezra he's been hurt and he didn't want me to get hold of anyone but someone has to know." The panicked words spilled forth tumbling over each other. "Please Ezra-"

"It's all right Lucy." He kept his voice calm despite his pounding heart. Taking the woman's hand he led her to the kitchen and settling her in a seat at the breakfast counter set about making them both a cup of tea knowing it would calm her and listening as she repeated everything Vin had told her.

"Mr. Tanner is quite certain she knows nothing of me?"

Lucy nodded. "He said she just mentioned getting the five of them out of the way...Said he figured you were their ace in the hole."

Ezra smiled at the analogy...'Most appropriate.' Excusing himself the con man hurried to the bedroom and rewinding the answering machine tape hit the play button. He had once explained to JD he kept the machine in his bedroom not only because it allowed him to screen his calls, deciding who he was going to kill for waking him up but also kept his messages private from anyone who might be visiting.

"Ezra? What's wrong!" The panic returned to Lucy's voice at the sight of his washed out complexion when he returned to the kitchen.

His stricken eyes met hers. "Mr. Wilmington left several messages. It seems Ella was telling Mr. Tanner the truth. JD was in an accident...some sort of explosion..." His words trailed off and she could easily read the distress in his expression.

"Vin was right...He said she was going to take you all out..." She whispered in disbelief.

"Not if I can help it." Standish seemed to mentally shake himself. Taking the pad and pen from their place near the phone he slid them in her direction. "If you'll be so kind as to write down directions to your home, I'll join you and Mr. Tanner as quickly as possible. I need to stop at the hospital and inform Mr. Wilmington of the current circumstances."

'And see JD for yourself.' Lucy looked up, offering him the quickly sketched map. "Is that a good idea? Vin thinks she might have people there...watching."

Ezra gave her a bright and what he hoped was a reassuring smile. "There's no need to worry. As you pointed out she doesn't know about me."

"But-"

"I assure you Miss Garth, I'll never be noticed. Perhaps it would be wise if you were to stay..."

"I've got to get back to Vin..." The vet shook her head adamantly.

"I understand perfectly." Together they exited the building, Lucy heading to her home and Vin; Ezra to the hospital and Buck.

*******

Buck glanced up as the door was slowly pushed open, his eyes returning to the young man lying so still when another member of the medical profession entered rather than Miss Nettie or one of his team.

"How is he Mr. Wilmington?" Wearing a white physician's jacket sporting the name tag. 'J. Adams. M.D.' absconded from a personnel lounge, Standish waited until the door closed behind him before posing the question.

Wilmington, who had often boasted he could never look terrible proved just how wrong that statement had been. Dressed in green scrubs lent to him by the hospital, his cheeks dark with unshaven stubble, dark hollow circles accented his haunted eyes. Worry had replaced the usual smile lines at the corners of his mouth.

"Ezra?" Buck momentarily studied the con man with an angry scowl as if uncertain the man was truly there. He suddenly launched himself out of the chair. The blanket which a nurse had placed about his shoulders fell to the floor as he literally charged the smaller man, bodily pinning Standish against the wall. His bandaged fist, clenched and posed to strike shook with the restraint of not pummeling the con man. "Where the hell have you been? Didn't ya give a damn that JD may..." The pilot trailed off, tears filling his eyes.

Realizing the strain...mental, physical and emotional...Wilmington was suffering, Ezra held his own anger in check. "I just got your messages," he explained softly.

Buck blinked. "What?"

"I only recently received word from Mr. Tanner. I checked my machine and came as quickly as possible."

Wilmington's eyes jumped to the door. "Vin's here?"

He stepped away from the gambler as if somehow, even with everything on his mind, the pilot knew he didn't want to tangle with Tanner for venting his frustration on Ezra. Besides, as tired as he was even he knew Standish didn't deserve his anger.

"I'm afraid Mr. Tanner is not with me...although from what I understand he needs to be."

"What are ya doin' in that getup?" Wilmington stared at the outfit in confusion.

"Perhaps you should sit down while I'll attempt to explain." As Buck slowly complied, the con man stepped to the side of the bed. "How is our young compatriot?"

The womanizer shrugged. "Not good. Doctor's keep sayin' everything's proceeding as expected but they all look like they're hidin' something." The big man relayed the medical jargon he'd heard so many times he sounded like a doctor himself. "Wish Nathan was here ta tell me what's really goin' on."

"And yourself?" Ezra nodded toward the bandaged hands.

"Ain't nothin'. They'll take the bandages off in a couple a days." Buck's tone was weary. "What's happening Ezra? Why ain't the others called? I've left messages everywhere and ain't heard from anybody."

Talking quietly, the southerner explained the circumstances, underlining Vin's assertion that Ella was behind JD's accident.

"That bitch!" Buck's dark eyes flashed with rage. Jumping to his feet he stormed about the small room, one hand nervously massaging the tight muscles in his neck. "Vin gonna be okay?"

"I've been told the medical attention he's received is adaquate but needs to be treated more efficently by those licensed to practice on humans." Always wary of unwanted listeners, Ezra wondered if Buck would understand what he was saying and discern Tanner's current location.

"That fuckin' bitch! I knew it! Damnit Ezra, I knew she was trouble! Never should have let her near Chris..."

"From my limited understanding of the situation, it would have been next to impossible for anyone to prevent that. She seems a most formidable woman." Standish was aware Buck was bearing the full responsibility not only for JD's accident but for the circumstances that surrounded Chris. It was something they would have to work through later. "It would be most helpful to ascertain her intentions."

"I think Vin's right. She wants to get us outta the way so she can have a clear shot at Chris."

"What has our esteemed leader done to justify her revenge?"

"Ain't revenge." Buck ran a hand through his hair. "She wants him. Ella's been obsessed with Chris from way back. I should have seen it..." he castigated himself.

"If your assumption is correct and I have no reason to believe otherwise, with the team dissolved...or dead...there would be nothing holding Mr. Larabee here. He would be free to join her...He might even turn to her as a distraction for his sorrow."

"I just don't understand why nobody else has checked in."

"It would be a simple matter for someone with the knowledge to divert the messages you have attempted to send." Ezra glanced at JD, worry filling his emerald eyes. "For the moment Miss Gaines appears to believe Mr. Tanner, Mr. Dunne and yourself have been removed as obstacles in her path. I do believe we shall discover Mr. Sanchez and Dr. Jackson were delayed or detained by her orders as well."

Buck dragged his gaze from JD focusing on the well dressed man. "That just leaves you..."It was ironic to him that the man he had once believed would run out on them when the chips were down...that even earlier he had wondered was off enjoying himself or conning someone out of their savings...was the only one who might be able to save them. "What are ya plannin' to do?"

"I have no idea Mr. Wilmington." He answered truthfully gaining his feet. "I must be going. Please impart to young Mr. Dunne our well wishes. We're all pulling for him."

"Already told him," Wilmington admitted.

Ezra hastily scribbled down a name and number handing the card to the womanizer. "Mr. Tanner or myself can be contacted by calling that number. Please don't hesitate if you need us..."

"Whoa now! I'm goin' with ya!"

"Your place is here. I'll take care of Vin...You take care of JD...and yourself."

"I'm sorry Ezra." Buck called out as the gambler reached for the door.

"You have nothing to apologize for Mr. Wilmington, I understand your reaction completely."

"No ya don't...I thought..." Embarrassed, Wilmington struggled for the words to explain his assertions.

"As I said it's understandable."

"No it ain't. I thought ya were-"

"And exactly how long did you hold onto the thought that has you so upset?" Ezra questioned.

"About thirty seconds."

"Why Mr. Wilmington I'm stunned." The gambler feigned an expression of shock. "I thought I taught you better than that. I, myself would have held onto to that belief until proven wrong." With a dimpled grin and a two fingered salute he reached for the door again.

"You and Vin be careful."

"But of course. Aren't we always?" With another bright smile Ezra gave JD a long look then slipped from the room.

*******

The tracker was still asleep when Lucy returned. His normally tanned face was pale and a slight sheen of sweat evidenced a building fever. She wanted nothing more than to bundle him off to the hospital. She fought the urge understanding his reasons for avoiding the facility had little to do with his aversion to medical treatment. If what he had said was true, Ella had her minions everywhere, watching, waiting and searching. A shudder coursed through her as she thought of what the insane woman would do if she got her hands on Vin again.

As quietly as possible she started supper, throwing together a beef stew hoping the thick broth would strengthen the sharpshooter.

The delicious aroma wafted through the house when she heard the sound of tires crunching on gravel in her drive. Slipping into the living room Lucy pulled her father's old rifle from the gun rack and jacked several rounds into the chamber. If it was Ella's goons they were in for a helluva fight before they'd take Tanner.

Sighing in relief at the quiet knock and soft southern drawl calling her name, she leaned the rifle in the corner and quickly unlocked the backdoor.

"Something smells absolutely delectable." With a small smile Ezra stepped into the kitchen quickly accessing the younger woman.

"Have any trouble finding the place?" She whispered.

"Your map was quite easy to follow. I'm sorry I took so long I made an unexpected stop." His gaze roamed in the direction of the other rooms. "How is Mr. Tanner?"

"Fella could wander in and ask me his ownself," a Texas drawl called out and Ezra smiled at Lucy as he moved for the living room.

Vin had pushed himself into a sitting position on the couch having been awakened by the gambler's arrival.

"Mr. Tanner." Ezra's green-eyed gaze swept over the other man taking in the far too pale complexion, and sweat soaked hair before glancing at the blood stained shirt laying on the coffee table. "How are you sir?"

"Aw, hell, Ez, I'll live." He nodded towards Lucy who had trailed the con man into the room. "Thanks ta my guardian angel there."

She blushed bright red and ducked her head. "I didn't do anything," she mumbled. "Don't let him convince ya otherwise."

'Nothing but save his life...again.' Flashing her a bright smile as the woman hurried back into the kitchen to spoon the stew into bowls, Ezra pulled a chair closer to Vin and settled into it. "What's going on Vin? Lucy told me what she could. You think it's Ella Gaines?"

"I know it is." The tracker nodded soberly. "She's behind all this Ez! She had me kidnapped and then bragged how she'd have Chris all to herself after she offed the rest of us. She's crazy enough ta try it. She's obsessed with him!"

"Mr. Wilmington said much the same thing." The gambler nodded.

"JD!" The sharpshooter's eyes widened in alarm and he struggled to sit up straighter. "What about Buck and JD? She said JD was..." His anxious voice trailed off, a grimace of pain crossing his handsome face, his gaze glued on Ezra as he awaited the man's response, fearing the worst.

The con man studied the weave of his jacket. "I just left Mr. Wilmington at the hospital. He is understandably upset not only about JD but at having been what I'm sure he feels is abandoned by his team mates. Young Mr. Dunne was involved in an accident." Vin's face paled even further as the man continued. Ella hadn't been bluffing! "It was an explosion of some kind. The doctors have placed him in a drug induced coma hoping to save him some discomfort while his body repairs itself. They are being...cautiously optimistic."

"JD's strong...He'll pull outta it." Vin offered, trying to convince himself as much as the gambler then angrily growled. "Ella ain't gonna win!"

"I'm sure you are correct Mr. Tanner. However, I fear she has already divided us." Ezra sighed giving Lucy a nod of thanks as she passed him the bowl of stew before sitting on the edge of the couch and spoon feeding the reluctant tracker insisting she didn't want him moving his arm.

"What'd ya mean Ez?" Tanner asked after several mouthfuls, giving the con man a puzzled look. "'Bout her dividin' us?"

"Unfortunately, she has dealt with the three of you still here in Colorado." Ezra fiddled with the spoon, absently stirring the remaining stew in his bowl. "The reason I didn't arrive sooner was that I stopped by the office upon leaving the hospital." As if suddenly remembering something, he set the bowl aside and dug into the jacket pockets. "By the way, now that you have acquired sustenence I think you'll find these most helpful. I don't expect too severe a lecture from Dr. Jackson for the misappropriation of his medical supplies knowing they were put to good use and that Dr. Garth will over see the proper dosage." He handed Lucy a bottle of antibiotics and one of painkillers.

Ezra waited until Lucy had won the brief argument and Vin had swallowed the medicine before continuing. "I made several calls. The conference Mr Sanchez and Dr. Jackson attended as well as the follow up assignments ended three days ago. According to the desk clerk they checked out the morning after the seminar ended but the airlines reports they weren't on their return flight nor did they book passage on any other flight. I fear Miss Gaines may have found some way to side track them. I do know their cell phones have been rendered inoperable and their messages haven't been retrieved since they left the hotel."

"God, I hope they're okay." Vin whispered, beginning to feel the effects of the hot meal and medication attack his weakened body.

"I'm sure they will protect each other. And I pity anyone who attempts to cross Mr. Sanchez."

"Chris...What about Chris?"

Ezra sighed heavily. "I saw our illustrious leader this afternoon. As a matter of fact that is the very reason I returned to the penthouse. I wished a safe place to meet with you."

Vin's eyes lit up and he leaned forward, ignoring the pain shooting through his shoulder. "You saw Chris? Where? Is he okay?"

"He appeared to be fine. His usual pleasant self." Ezra forced himself not to rub his throat and Tanner missed the slight sarcastic tone in the words. "I was following a lead that Cantera had arrived in the states earlier this week and would be making an appearance at a gathering near here."

Vin frowned, stifling a yawn before growling impatiently. "What's this got ta do with Chris?"

"It was at that party I encountered Mr. Larabee. He seemed to be under the impression that I was following him at the request of Mr. Wilmington or yourself. I'm afraid he was quite aggitated to discover me there as it was Miss Gaines giving the party."

Tanner scrunched down on the sofa, looking away. He knew all too well what Ezra wasn't saying. Chris Larabee upset had nothing on an overturned beehive.

"I can understand he doesn't wish to believe Cantera and Ella may travel in the same circles. I must admit it does seem unlikely, but..."

"No it don't. She's got money, owns a bunch a businesses all over the place and flys everwhere in her own jet," Vin pointed out softly.

"You believe our Mr. Larabee is truly smitten with Miss. Gaines?" Surprised by the expression on the tracker's face.

The sharpshooter nodded soberly. "Him and her have a history back before Sarah. Buck knew her then too. He said from the start she wasn't any good. Nothin' but trouble, but hell even he figured if she made Chris happy...Reckon no matter what we say he'll think we're just tryin' ta split 'em up." There was a twinge of hurt in his soft voice. "He come ta the office after the first night they had dinner talkin' about the offer she made him ta be partners in some fancy horse ranch."

"That would explain it." Ezra nodded absently. He had wondered with the special connection Tanner shared with Larabee the normally perceptive sharpshooter had missed what Standish had seen that afternoon.

"What?"

"I don't believe our esteemed leader is as taken with his would be paramour as she is with him." The con man smiled at Lucy who had silently moved back and forth clearing away dishes and refilling his coffee cup before forcing Tanner, who'd long ago given up resisting her ministrations, to finish his glass of water. "While Miss Gaines may be a friend I think Chris is more interested in the business dealings than her considered charms. The lovely Mrs. Travis with her intelligence and softer strength seems more to his liking." He made a mental note to arrange protection for the magazine owner. Mary would become another object to be removed if Ella ever suspected Larabee's true feelings for the pretty blonde.

"What exactly does Ella have to gain?" Lucy finally spoke up. "I mean other than Chris. Surely she has to know that even if she somehow managed to pull him away from the team what would happen when he found out."

"Revenge."

"Retribution."

The two men spoke simultaneously.

"For what? Because Chris fell in love and married someone else. That's a long time to carry a grudge." She pointed out.

"Not when you're insane." Vin offered softly.

She took a deep breath. "Look I know I'm an outsider here..."

"The hell ya are," Tanner gave her a lopsided grin and a weary wink fighting to keep his eyes open. "Yer one a us."

Ezra ducked his head in an effort to hide his smile as the woman's hand automatically moved to the locket at the base of her throat.

A pink blush touch the pretty vet's cheeks. "Just for a moment consider the consequences if you're wrong."

The two men exchanged looks. "Hell hath no fury to rival that of a pissed off Chris Larabee."

"We could kiss our asses goodbye...Even if he didn't kill us he'd never speak to us again." Tanner couldn't begin to imagine the loss of Chris' friendship.

Ezra was quiet as well. He had never respected anyone as much as he did Larabee and if he lost the object of that respect...

"There has to be some way to make him see the light," Vin mumbled.

"Unfortunately, if she is managing to block his email and phone messages there is no way any of us can get close to the man."

"I can."

At the quietly spoken words, Tanner's eyes flew open and both men stared at the young woman as if she'd just stripped naked and began playing hopscotch.

"I can get close to Chris without raising suspicions." She repeated. "I'm the vet. I treat his horses." At their stares, Lucy added. "It's an opening and it's more than either of you have."

"Ain't safe for ya Luce." Vin shook his head, licking his lips in an attempt to stave off the medication that was slurring his words, a few moments longer.

"And sitting here waiting for her goons to come gunning for you is?" She arched her eyebrows her voice full of sarcasm. "Look if Chris is in danger and I can help I will." She gave both men a glare that would easily rival any of Larabee's. "'Sides ya just said I was one of you."

'Trapped by your own words Mr. Tanner.' Ezra decided it was time to jump in. "This isn't a game Miss Garth-"

"I know exactly what it is Mr. Standish! I've known since I found Vin laying half dead on the side of the road. I'm not blind, stupid or naive." Her expression darkened as she faced down the two men. "Whether either of you like it or not, I'm caught up in this just the same as you. Now why don't you let me get word to Chris and at least let him know about you and JD."

The gambler sighed heavily as Vin continued to shake his head. "I hate to admit it Mr. Tanner but she's correct. As far as we know Ella has no reason to suspect Miss Garth. Lucy does, however, know about her which gives Miss Garth a distinct albeit slight advantage."

Lucy forced a small smile. "An slight advantage is better than none."

The sharpshooter said nothing having surrendered to the medicine, weakness and weariness. The vet gently pulled the blanket over his shoulders and led Ezra to a spare bedroom insisting it was too late for the con man to be driving all the way back to town. Instinctively, she knew if Standish left, he'd spend the rest of the night working rather than resting.

*******

Larabee rubbed at the bridge of his nose, the figures and statistics of the ledgers whirling through his mind like debris sucked up in a tornado. Why was it the more profitable a business became the more complicated their bookkeeping system?

He had spent the morning shut away with the books while Ella dealt with whatever had constantly called her to the phone the last few days. The party was over so it had to be business and since she wasn't conferring with him it didn't concern the thoroughbreds.

Thank God Nathan took care of the figures at the office. Chris kept the ledger's for his own small spread simple. Incoming and outgoing. His written documentation matching the computerized accounts.

He was the hands on type who enjoyed the physical labor rather than the paperwork that went along with any business. His mind wandered back to the office in Four Corners.

What the hell had he been thinking? Ella's offer had come at a time when he was vulnerable having let the stress of the last few cases and the boredom of wading through the mountain of files and reports affect his thinking.

The truth was, Chris knew he had the best of both worlds and loved his life. He had an exciting worthwhile job that served a purpose. His ranch allowed him the peace and quiet needed to rejuvenate his spirit and the contented weariness that came with hard work. His friends...his family, he corrected himself...that diverse group of personalities that made up his team had brought joy love and laughter back into his life along with worry, frustration and exasperation but that was an accepted part of being a family.

Did he really want to give up everything? Essentially that's what he would have to do. Larabee wasn't one for investing his money and letting someone else do the work. Of course he had stocks but that was different. If he became a partner he would want to take an active interest in the business. Although she had indicated otherwise he knew Ella wouldn't settle for less than all his attention and dividing his time between Kentucky and Colorado would eventually mean someone would suffer...if they hadn't already.

He hadn't heard from Tanner or the others in almost a week. If Ezra was to be believed they were still working on the latest case, Travis had approached them with. At least he knew the con man was still alive and in good health although he'd been too angry the previous day to kick the gambler's ass for not checking in.

Chris still wasn't sure Ezra hadn't been there checking on him...Following Cantera would be a good cover story if discovered and save all their asses from Larabee's wrath. Actually it wasn't that great a cover story. There were too many prominent people at the party to believe it was being used to plan a gun or drug deal. Then again wouldn't that be the perfect cover? Of course it didn't necessarily mean Ella knew the party was being used as a meeting place. Surely he would have seem some indication if Ella was involved in anything illegal...Wouldn't he? A wave of doubt washed over him.

Larabee flipped the phone closed rising to answer the doorbell.

*******

Her mind on Tanner, Lucy automatically steered around the potholes, driving the road to Ella's. Ezra had volunteered to wait with him until Lucy's return but the sharpshooter had assured them both he would be fine for the short time he would be alone while they took care of business.

With the gambler's help she had quickly tended the wound and changed the bandage pleased to see no sign of infection. The medicine Ezra had provided seemed to help but even the southerner had agreed with her estimation the tracker should be in a hospital. 

Seeing Larabee's big black truck, she eased up on the gas turning into the drive and took a deep breath trying to calm her nerves. She had to pull this off. Vin and Ezra were depending on her...It might be their only chance at contacting Chris.

Parking next to the black vehicle, leaving her keys in the ignition, Lucy climbed from the truck and squaring her shoulders moved for the front door. She was sure the pounding of her heart was loud enough to drown out the sound of her boot heels on the porch decking. With another deep breath she rang the bell praying it would be Chris who opened the door.

"May I help you?" The chimes had barely faded when the door was answered by a young woman in a maid's uniform.

"I-I was wondering if..."

"Lucy?" The maid quietly disappeared into another part of the house as Chris stepped onto the porch, alarmed at her pale complexion and the dark circles under her gray eyes. "Everything okay?"

"I was on my way to town and saw your truck. I...uh...ran into Standish last night...." Her eyes darted to the hall on the other side of the door, knowing she didn't have much time. "He wanted me to tell you that if you still wanna buy that Bay filly outta his stallion, you know, the one he calls Sharpshooter, it's for sale." Lucy pulled the folded paper from her jacket pocket and pressed it firmly into his hand not giving him time to respond as Ella stepped through the door. "Here's his number. You should call him right away cause I've heard several other people are interested. I better get goin'. Nice ta see you Miss Gaines."

Lucy forced herself to stroll casually to her truck without looking back. Starting the engine, she backed around and waved before pulling away, hoping she appeared to be doing nothing more than passing on a simple message for a client.

Larabee stared after the young woman frowning. Ezra was the only Standish he knew and unless the gambler had a business on the side only Lucy knew of, he didn't own any horses. Chewing his lip, he opened the small paper, his breath catching in his throat at the three words. 'Vin's been shot.'

He jerked his gaze back to the truck but the vet had already pulled onto the road. With a muffled curse, he shoved Ella aside and jerked open the screen door.

"There's never any reason for rudness darling." Taking note of his expression Ella softened her tone, becoming the worried friend. "What's wrong? Has something happened?"

Evidently Lucy hadn't wanted anyone to know her true reason for seeing Chris and suddenly his senses on alert he didn't either. "Gotta go see a man about a horse."

"All those beautiful horses in Kentucky and-"

"I want this horse!" Grabbing his jacket, Chris dug for his keys.

"When you jump into a business you do it with both feet don't you. Just call the man and find out his price. I'll get the checkbook."

"No! This is for my place."

"It doesn't matter darling." Ella latched onto his arm as he started for the door, pressing her body against his and trailing a finger down his chest. "I can buy you any horse you want...Call it an engagement present."

"I don't need your money." He growled and pushing past her sprinted for his truck leaving the woman staring angrily after him.

*******

His thoughts were in turmoil as the truck sped down the road. 'Vin had been shot!' Damn! The note hadn't said he was dead...but it hadn't said he wasn't either. Tanner was alive! Chris would believe nothing else.

Why the hell hadn't he checked in on the Texan? He hadn't been to the office in days but he had checked his voice mail. The only message had been from Charlie letting him know the saddle Larabee had dropped off to be repaired was ready.

Larabee had to admit he'd been so caught up with Ella and the excitement of a new venture he hadn't had the time to give the team a second thought. That wasn't strictly true! He had been avoiding them because he didn't want the men to influence his decision in any way...and their very presence would in fact influence him.

Maybe this was an attempt for attention on Vin and Buck's part. A practical joke concocted by Wilmington? NO! Even the funloving pilot wouldn't think this was funny.

What if Vin were dead? Were any of the others hurt? Did they know Tanner was in trouble and needed their help? Ezra knew...Or did he? Lucy could have simply been using his name as a point of reference and the con man had said nothing about Vin being injured when they'd spoken yesterday. Of course Chris really hadn't allowed him to say anything.

Tanner was alive! Lucy cared about the Texan...was in fact in love with him and if Vin had been killed there was no possiblity she could have hidden the fact. It would have been written all over her face.

Chris clenched the wheel in a white knuckled death grip, flooring the gas pedal as he attempted to catch up to the vet. Damn! Damn! Damn!

Larabee eased up on the gas as he hit the small crossroads that sat in the middle of the surrounding ranches. If the tiny town made up of a few houses, a grocery store, feed and supply store and filling station had ever had a name no one remembered it now. They simply called it the crossroads.

He spotted Lucy's old truck parked next to what with a stretch of the imagination might be called a park. It was more of a vacant lot. Someone had erected a slide and hung a tire from one of the trees to keep the kids occupied while their parents shopped. 

Chris pulled to a stop behind her vehicle and jumped out, hurrying to where she leaned against the fender.

*******

Lucy watched his approach surprised and slightly pleased to see the worry lines creasing his forehead. Maybe he did care after all. At least Ella didn't have her claws in so deep as to keep him from falling her.

"Is he alive?"

"Do you really give a damn?" The question was asked before she could stop herself. She didn't care if he was offended or got his feelings hurt. Chris was Vin's best friend but the older man's actions the last few weeks had caused the gentle Texan pain in more ways than one.

His aquamarine eyes widened as Larabee stared at her in disbelief, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly. Abstractly Lucy thought Ezra would have enjoyed seeing their leader speechless.

"Do you?" She demanded.

"Hell, yes, I care!" He continued to stare at her as if she'd lost her mind. Maybe it was a joke after all. "Now what the hell's goin' on?"

Taking a deep breath bracing herself for his reaction Lucy plunged ahead. "Yes he's alive but two days ago, Vin was shot by someone working for Ella Gaines."

Chris' expression changed and he snorted out loud. "Oh shit...Is this his idea of a joke? Ella had somebody shoot Vin? Did Buck put you up to this?"

"Damnit Larabee! This is no joke! Vin was damn neared killed at that bitch's orders. And for your information Buck's at the hospital!"

"What'd she do...shoot him too?" His expression sober, Chris attempted a half hearted joke, praying Lucy would tell him this was all just an elaborate way to pay him back for his neglect.

"No she didn't and as far as I know they can't prove it but all the evidence says it was her that had the surveillance van blown up, especially since she bragged to Vin that she was gonna get rid of all of them so she could have you to herself." Fury flowing through her veins, Lucy pulled herself up to her full height glaring at the man not caring that he could easily twist her head off her shoulders. "Vin and Buck are hurt and JD's in critical condition," she saw the color drain from his face, "but you go on back to her Chris...Go back and enjoy everything she can give ya. Just tell her ta leave the others alone!"

Larabee collapsed against the truck, studying her face. "You aren't kidding. This isn't some sick joke." He finally whispered.

"I don't joke about people's lives, Larabee. While you've been out playing with Miz Money, she's been picking off your team...They're sufferin' cause you didn't wanna hear what they had ta say."

"I-I didn't-"

"There's more. Ezra thinks she's one of the main drug distributors for Cantera's organization. All the fancy balls and charity dinners is just a big cover up and you been right smack in the middle of it!"

Chris shook his head in denial. "I would have known..."

"Seems ta me you don't know shit lately Larabee! You've been so blinded by her and that horse ranch you can't see your own damn nose!"

Her own anger fading at the stricken expression on his face Lucy softened her tone.

"Ya better get your priorities straight Chris. If you wanna be a partner in that farm than do it but make up your mind and make sure ya know what your gettin' into and make damn sure no body else pays the price. She's crazy and I truly believe she'll kill anyone she thinks stands between you and her." Lucy turned and climbed into her truck. "I'd hate ta think good people died because you couldn't see the truth."

Revving the engine, she pulled away leaving a stunned Larabee standing alone in the road.

*******

Chris didn't remember climbing into his truck or even driving for that matter but somehow found himself in the hospital parking lot. Still shaken by Lucy's revelations he made his way inside to the front desk, demanding JD's room number.

'Damn! How did I let this happen?'

With slow dragging steps he moved to the door of the private room in Intensive Care and quietly pushed it open.

The person lying in the bed looked so small and fragile, lines and tubes running from his body to various machines which beeped, hissed and dripped. All Chris could see was a mop of dark hair and a pale face highlighted by colorful bruises.

A slumped figure sat in the chair by the bed his back to the door. He didn't have to look once to know it was Buck. His old friend would have been there with JD the entire time, worrying over his little brother, offering his strength, praying the boy didn't slip away from them forever.

Wilmington spun to look up, alerted by some sound Larabee wasn't aware he'd made. The usually smiling man's face was unshaven and haggard, lines of worry creasing his forehead. His eyes were dark rimmed, red veined and puffy. He slowly pushed to his feet and approached Chris, bodily shoving him out into the hallway.

"What the fuck you doing here?" He snarled, anger twisting his handsome face. "Figure ya'd ease your conscience by finally checking on the kid?"

"I-I...I just heard about JD." Larabee stammered stunned by Buck's animosity, wondering why the pilot hadn't called him. Why no one had told him what had happened. "How is he?"

"Go ask that bitch you're sleeping with!" He shoved Chris hard again backing him against the opposite wall. "Just get the fuck outta here. Ya made your choice perfectly clear."

"Buck-"

"Why Chris? Is this some kinda pay back for Sarah and Adam?" Tears blurred Wilmington's vision, his anger preventing him from seeing the shocked expression on Larabee's pale face. "I know ya blame me...Hell I blame myself but I was there for ya Chris...I was there. Why ain't you been here for me?...For JD? I've called a hundred times but ya been too busy with those fancy horses and that fancier whore....Go on. Get outta here!"

"I-"

"Get the hell away from me!"

Chris blinked rapidly, the words registering and tearing at his soul. "Where's Vin? Is he here too?"

"I said," Wilmington stepped closer, getting right up in Larabee's face and emphasizing each word, "get the fuck outta here! Go on back and play house with Ella. Pretend everything's just fine and dandy. Ya made it clear ya don't want us around and we sure as shit don't need you!" He violently shoved the man he'd once thought he'd follow to hell and back.

Off balance Chris reeled to his knees throwing out his hand to catch himself. Pushing back to his feet, he spun to face Buck. Buck...a man he'd known more years than he could remember. Buck who had stood beside him come hell or high water. Buck who now looked as though nothing would make him happier than flattening Chris into a bloody spot on the tile floor. What had he done? He had destroyed a friendship that had seen him though the best and worst times of his life.

"I didn't know..." He started to explain but the look on Wilmington's face froze the words in his throat. He should have known...He should have known!

Turning he stumbled down the hallway to the elevator, leaving his oldest friend to stare after him, anger, repulsion and unbridled sadness in his eyes.

*******

Chris slammed the phone back onto the cradle. No answer at Lucy's. What the hell was going on? Where the hell was Vin? There wasn't a hospital in Four Corners or Denver that had a patient named Tanner or had admitted a gunshot victim fitting his description. Why hadn't he thought to ask Lucy Vin's present location? As far as he knew, Ezra was still undercover and Josiah and Nathan had checked out of the hotel and were nowhere to be found.

His worried gaze traveled over the empty desks in the silent office. What had he done? He'd destroyed the very people who'd given him back his life over someone he hadn't seen or thought about in years.

All those years ago, he'd broken it off with Ella not because of Sarah...he hadn't even met Sarah yet. He'd broken it off because inside he knew there was something not quite right about her. She was intelligent, fun, hell on wheels in bed and out but there was a hardness about her. A coldness. She knew what she wanted and went after it, a trait he admired but not at any cost.

Why hadn't he listened to Buck or his own instincts about Ella? It wasn't as if he'd been thrilled to see her that day in Inez's and if he hadn't been cornered into taking her out to dinner, he probably would have escorted her to the elevator and never thought about her again.

Now JD was fighting for his life, his oldest friend couldn't stand the sight of him, Josiah and Nathan were missing, his best friend was injured and possibly dying, depending on a vet and a con man to help him.

A con man.

Ezra!

Standish hadn't answered his cell phone but he wouldn't have it with him. He would be carrying the one he used only when undercover.

Pulling the cell phone from his pocket Chris hit speed dial racing for the elevator.

*******

Lucy pulled up to the house and climbed from the truck disappointed at the absence of the Lexus. Ezra had left that morning to meet with a contact and check out several leads he'd gotten the evening before which may be lead to proof against Ella. She had hoped he would have returned so Vin wouldn't be alone more than a few minutes after she left to see Chris.

Stepping onto the porch she began to tremble, the sight before her shaking Lucy to the very core.

The door was splintered from its hinges, the glass broken, scattered in a shimmering path across the deck and kitchen floor. With a sharp gasp, she forced herself to move, fearing what she might find.

The living room was a shambles, the coats from the closet laying in heap on the floor. The kitchen pantry door stood open the contents thrown aside. Every room was the same. The closets or any place a person could hide empty, the contents scattered haphazardly.

Had they found Vin? Taken him with them? Dumped his body where it would never be found? A million thoughts raced through her mind.

With a howl of despair she raced upstairs. Havoc had been wrecked there as well. Beds overturned. Closets flung open their contents strewn about. Drawers emptied onto the floor. Had they really thought to find him hiding in a dresser drawer? What kind of idiots did Ella have working for her?

Her fear turning to anger, she raced back downstairs checking the lower floor for the signs of blood she hadn't found upstairs. If they had Vin there would be blood for even in his depleted condition Tanner would have put up one hell of a fight.

At the sound of a vehicle pulling into the drive, Lucy grabbed the rifle from where she'd left it the night before, checking to be sure it was still loaded before moving to block the damaged entranceway. She dropped the barrel letting it rest on the floor as the well dressed southerner hurried onto the porch.

"Miz Lucy?" He saw the stricken expression on her face. "What's..."

"They broke in...While I was gone...There's no sign of Vin!...I don't know..." Certain she sounded like a babbling idiot, she clamped down on her lip trying to keep her chin from quivering as the gambler stepped up beside her and carefully took the rifle from her grasp.

Awkwardly he pulled her into a comforting embrace. "It's okay..." He tried to soothe her as Lucy leaned against him, trembling with fear and despair. "We'll find Mr. Tanner." He promised, his green-eyed gaze scanning the devastation visible through the destroyed door.

Gathering her shattered nerves, she stepped back, dashing the wetness from her eyes. Later she could fall apart after they discovered what had happened to Vin. For now she had to be strong. They had to find Tanner. "Do-do you think they took him?" She couldn't keep the quiver from her voice.

Ezra shook his head. "I don't know...I assume you've searched the house." At her nod, he chewed his lower lip. The front door was standing open and his gaze moved from the house to the surrounding barns and outbuildings. "How about those?"

She shook her head and moved down the steps. "Wouldn't they have checked there too if they didn't find him in the house?" She questioned as he stepped beside her into the first structure.

It was more than obvious the buildings had been searched. Hay bales were knocked over, feed buckets overturned, the tack room door kicked open.

"It appears the destruction had more to do with anger than searching." Ezra pointed out failing to see how knocking brushes from a narrow wall shelf would reveal the missing man. "I would almost believe their search was futile and they were merely venting their frustration."

"Venting their frustration?" Lucy gave him a hopeful look.

"Throwing a temper tantrum as it were."

The destruction in the second building was much the same and with thoughtful expressions they moved outside. Ezra's emerald gaze searched the area. He could almost feel the Texan's presence. He moved out into the corral unmindful of the dust gathering on his imported loafers and expensive trousers.

The southerner stood carefully studying everything in the immediate vicinity.

"Mr. Tanner!" He was barely aware of the vet giving a startled jump as he called the sharpshooter's name, hoping the man would be able to respond if he was indeed in the area.

"Vin!...Vin!" Lucy added her voice to his, both pausing, praying for a response.

The con man frowned, his gaze settling on the two horse trailer parked near the corral gate. The back dutch door hung open the running lights broken. Lucy followed silently as inexplicitly drawn to the vehicle he moved closer. She watched in puzzlement as he neared the front and almost hesitantly reached out releasing the catch holding the front storage area.

As the door swung open a lanky figure literally tumbled out of the space that usually held saddles and feed.

Lucy jumped to cradle the unconscious Texan, pushing the long hair from his pale face as Ezra quickly crossed the area and returned with the Lexus. No if ands or buts about it he was taking the younger man to safety and Lucy with him.

Within minutes he had the Texan settled in the back seat of the vehicle, his head resting in Lucy's lap. Gravel spewed in all directions as Ezra headed for town.

*******

Ezra eased the SUV to a stop, a frown creasing his handsome face. He studied Ella's house in the distance. Larabee's truck was no where in sight but he could see two people on the porch although he was unable to see who they were or what they were doing.

"Is this the only route available?" He questioned looking at Lucy in the rear view mirror.

She nodded. "There's a road that goes by Chris' but it's pretty rough and it means we'd have to back track." Her eyes dropped to the man lying on the seat, her hand stroking his hair soothingly.

Ezra understood what she was saying. Not only would they lose time but the other way would jar the Texan about unneccessarily. As much as the gambler wanted to get him to safety he didn't wish to cause him further harm or discomfort. "At least she doesn't know this vehicle."

Lucy nodded absently, her attention on Tanner. Vin hadn't moved since they'd found him. Worry darted through her. How had he gotten to the trailer? The sharpshooter had been in no condition to move from the couch when she'd left, let alone be running around outside, evading pursuers. She feared he done more harm to himself. Ella Gaines or no, they were taking him to the hospital where he could get proper help.

Ezra glanced over the back of the seat, the tracker's steady breathing giving him a sense of reassurance. He saw the emotions flashing across the young woman's face. Worry, fear, anger...the same things he felt when he looked at his friend's still face. Screw Larabee! As soon as he had the Texan safely esconsed in a hospital where he could receive the help Lucy wasn't able to give, Ella Gaines would rue the day she stepped into Four Corners. That bitch was going to pay!

Not wanting to draw undue attention, the gambler continued down the road at a normal speed. He held his breath as they passed the Gaines house. The woman was standing on the porch talking to a large man in an ill-fitting suit. To his dismay Vin groaned and struggled to pull himself into a sitting position.

"Shh. Vin. It's all right. Lay still." Lucy comforted. The tracker looked around in confusion, before resting his head on her shoulder, blinking rapidly and taking several deep breaths trying to clear his vision.

"Oh shit" Ezra mumbled seeing Ella shade her eyes as she studied the passing vehicle before smacking in irritation at the man with her and dashing for the Mercedes parked in the drive.

He cast a quick look at Lucy, white faced in the back seat, her arms tightening around the sharpshooter. "She saw us..." The vet half sobbed. "She looked right at us."

"Doesn't matter..." Ezra pulled his weapon from the shoulder holster laying it on the seat beside him as he pressed harder on the gas pedal watching the Mercedes bearing down on them. The car slammed into the back of the SUV throwing Vin to the floor with a pain filled groan and Lucy into the back of the driver's seat. Ezra's seat belt saved him from smacking the steering wheel.

"Despicable treatment of a magnificent machine." He quipped maintaining control, pressing the accelarator to the floor as she rammed the back of the SUV again.

"Damnit!" The southerner let out another uncustomary curse as he frantically searched for a way to escape the insane woman. The narrow road had steep ditches on either side and while he was certain the fences protecting pastureland wouldn't be a hinderance to the SUV, the rough terrain would jar the injured Texan unmercifully and the chances were they'd end up lost or with no route of escape.

Both hands locked tightly on the wheel the con man concentrated on keeping the Lexus in the middle of the road as the woman rammed the SUV again. His eyes darting to the rear view mirror Ezra didn't see the large black vehicle barreling down on them from the opposite direction.

He couldn't help but wonder what was keeping the Mercedes running as the battered front end of the expensive car loomed closer.

A front tire bounced into a deep pothole just as the foreign vehicle rammed the back of the Lexus again, the combination momentarily jerking the wheel from Standish's hands sending them sliding on the gravel. His eyes wide, his heart pounding Ezra fought to avoid the immenient collision as he realized the two vehicles were no longer alone on the country road. The black Ford truck swerved into the ditch to avoid hitting the Lexus suddenly veering back onto the road slamming into the front quarter panel of the Mercedes, pushing it into the ditch.

Still trying to steer the out of control SUV Ezra frantically pumped the brakes yelling at Lucy to hold on, his own knuckles turning white as he gripped the wheel. Ezra's head struck the driver's side window as the Lexus slid to a stop in the ditch a cloud of dust settling over the vehicle.

"You two all right?" He questioned, stunned, shaking his head in an attempt to clear his vision certain he was hallucinating. "My stars and garters." Ezra moaned Miss Nettie's favorite exclamation, a hand reaching for the small cut on his temple. The Lexus had come to a stop facing the other vehicles and he watched the black garbed driver jump from the truck.

"Chris?..." Lucy pulled her attention from the sharpshooter to see Larabee stalking towards the wrecked Mercedes. Hearing his friend's name, Vin pushed himself into a sitting position suppressing a painful moan as he observed what the other two occupants of the Lexus were watching.

"Chris!" The sharpshooter shouted out his friend's name, seeing what the enraged team leader didn't. "No!"

With a half groaned moan of pain and despair, the Texan stretched over the seat and grabbed Ezra's gun before the shaken con man could react. Without warning, Tanner kicked open the back door and tumbled onto the roadside raising the gun to aim.

Larabee in a blind rage at what he'd seen stormed towards the Mercedes intent only on the woman behind the wheel as Ezra, Lucy and Buck's accusations whirled through his mind.

Ella's passenger had crawled from the car and leaning over the side of the shattered windshield took aim on the menacing demon in black stalking towards them.

"Larabee!"

At the familiar voice screaming his name, Chris halted turning to look back at the tracker and the bullet intended for his heart smashed into his shoulder, spinning him to the dusty road.

Shots sounded from the Lexus and the hired gun went down, a bullet hole between the eyes. Clutching the gun, Vin staggered towards his fallen friend unaware of Ezra and Lucy following. He raised the gun aiming at the car as Ella ground the engine to life and threw the vehicle into reverse. Metal grinding against metal she backed out and spinning clear of the black Ford headed back the way she'd come.

Vin emptied the gun in the direction of the badly crippled Mercedes before angrily pitching the weapon at the disappearing car.

"Vin!" Galvanized into action as he swayed unsteadily, Lucy wrapped an arm about his waist gently lowering him to the ground beside Larabee as his knees buckled.

"C-Chris?"

The blond was struggling to sit up, Ezra supporting his movement and applying pressure to the shoulder wound. His hazel eyes locked on Vin pleased to see the sharpshooter moving under his own power. "Did...you get her?"

"Nope..." Tanner shook his head in self disgust.

"Why the hell don't you answer your phone?" With a grimace of pain, Chris raised his eyes to Ezra's face frowning at the trickle of blood trailing from the gambler's temple.

"Because Mr. Larabee my phone is in my briefcase which at this moment is at the penthouse. Unfortunately I neglected to retrieve my other one before I left." Accepting the small phone Lucy pulled from her pocket, Ezra rapidly dialed and with a few quick words flipped the device shut passing it back to her. "Medi-chopper is on the way. You are both to remain still and quiet until it arrives...Doctor's orders." He gave Lucy a quick wink. "Isn't that right Doc?"

"I ain't goin' no where." Vin muttered, looking at Larabee. He hoped he was where he was supposed to be...Beside the man he loved like a brother.

Chris saw, read the look and gave a slow nod of understanding. There were still issues to be resolved but for now...

Lucy looked from one man to the other. "I don't believe you two! Buck was right! You're just twins with different mothers. You even sport matching wounds." Shoving Tanner aside, she pushed to her feet and shaking her head muttering to herself stormed away. Retrieving Ezra's empty revolver the petite vet stalked back to stand over the three men shaking the weapon at them. "I swear if this was loaded I'd use it on all three of you!"

"Now Miss Lucy-"

"Don't you Miss Lucy me!" She rounded on the southerner. "What the hell were you thinking trying to outrun that witch on this road! You're damn lucky ya just got off with a lump on that hard head a yours. Ya had a gun why didn't ya just stop and shoot the bitch? And you..." She aimed the gun at Tanner. "What the hell were you trying to prove climbing out of the car that way. We all know you're a good shot but ya ain't exactly up ta par at the moment." The weapon swung in Chris' direction. "And don't even get me started on you Larabee! I suppose you think you was riding to the rescue smashing into her car like that. You could have all been killed!...But at least you wouldn't have to face the others...Nooo...I would...I'd have to explain to the other guys what happened...Not to mention Miss Nettie and Casey and Mary...." Running out of steam she stood glaring at the men huddled on the ground staring at her with expressions of bemusement.

"Regular little spit fire ain't she?" Tanner grinned.

"Hell that's putting it mildly." Chris agreed. "Ya shoulda heard her tell me off this mornin'."

"Might I point out Miss Lucy that if I was killed outrunning the Mercedes, the odds are, you, being my passenger would also have been killed. At least I was wearing a seatbelt."

"Ohhh...." Lucy stomped her foot and raked a hand through her hair in aggitation. The timely arrival of the medi-chopper curtailed any further bodily harm she might be tempted to inflict on the three amused friends.

*******

Sporting matching bandages and slings, Chris and Vin stepped through the emergency room doors. They both ducked and groaned as a brilliant flash bounced against the walls. Blinking away bright spots, the two men eyed Lucy, camera in hand, and a devious smile on her pretty face. Ezra, a small bandage taped to his forehead, lurked behind her looking for all the world as if he were about to rabbit for the exit.

"What the hell ya do that for?" Larabee groused rubbing at his eyes.

"Starting a photo album." She smiled. "Figure I'll title it 'Legends of the Walking Wounded.' Should be great documentation for Nathan on all your various and assorted injuries. Might have a copy made for the staff here." A thoughtful look crossed her face. "I bet your guardian angels cringe everytime you guys wake up."

Vin pressed his lips tightly together in a futile attempt to hide his smile and Chris couldn't prevent the upward curve that came to his own lips. They had been discussing that very topic with the doctor as he pumped Vin full of antibiotics.

Larabee pinned Standish with a look. "How...how's JD?" He didn't even have to ask if the con man had been to check on the youngest of their team.

"Very well. His condition has been upgraded and the doctors believe they will be able to awaken him sooner than expected."

"And Buck?"

Ezra shrugged as if to say he wasn't about to step between their leader and his oldest friend. In truth, having ascertained from the doctors that both Chris and Vin would be under their care for several hours, the con man had spent that time talking with Wilmington.

He had explained everything that happened as well as what he'd discovered that morning. There was still no proof that Ella was involved with Cantera although the import company inherited from her late husband was a perfect cover. The con man had spoken with Judge Travis who had agreed to initialize an investigation into her varied business dealings.

A connection at the phone company had verified someone had hacked into the computer and misdirected any calls coming into the team members voice mail. It would have been simple for that same person to divert or prevent any emails from reaching their destination.

The gambler had listened sympathically as the womanizer spoke about everything that had happened since the arrival of Ella's letter including his last encounter with Larabee.

"Mr. Wilmington, I realize it may not be my place to comment but you don't seriously believe Mr. Larabee would use young Mr. Dunne to punish you for something I'm certain only you blame yourself for?"

"No...Chris ain't like that." Buck had stared at the floor, shame keeping him from meeting the con man's ernest gaze. "I just...maybe for a minute or so I believed it but when I calmed down...I don't know Ez..."

"I'm afraid, although we have a tendancy to forget it at times, Mr. Larabee is only human and as such suffers the frailties of mankind...Stress, fatigue, the desire to discover if the grass is indeed greener on the other side...However, I truly believe that even without Ella's criminal activities he would have eventually come to the conclusion that he was happy with his life the way it is. The friendship you share with Mr. Larabee has lasted too many years and survived more hardship and heartache than most people see in a lifetime. You don't throw away a relationship that special because of one mistake."

The gambler knew, like Chris, Wilmington was reacting to the circumstances rather than his true feelings and hoped for everyone's sake the two men could rectify the situation.

"We're headin' up there Cowboy," Vin stated moving for the elevator with Lucy and Ezra. "Ya comin' 'long?"

Chris hesitated then shook his head. He couldn't face Buck at the moment. Understanding this was something Larabee had to deal with on his own, Tanner took Lucy's hand giving her a barely perceptible shake of his head and the three entered the elevator leaving Chris standing alone.

He let out a deep breath and sagged against the wall, relief flooding through him that JD was improving and Vin hadn't been seriously injured. Unfortunately that didn't change the fact he'd blown everything else to hell. They all knew the toll it took on the southerner being undercover for any length of time and because Chris had let himself get distracted Ezra's work, all the time and effort the con man had put into tracking down the gun running operation not to mention Cantera was now all for naught.

Larabee raked a hand through his hair, guilt running rampant. Because of his blindness and stupidity, his team had nearly been destroyed. They were his team...His responsibility. It was his place to watch out for them. Protect them. Sheild them...Instead he had let some insane chit come between him and his friends. Even if they could forgive him could any of the six men trust him again?

Chris stared wistfully at the elevator. Damn, but he was seven kinds of a fool.

*******

Vin pushed open the door, ushering Lucy in ahead of them as he and Ezra stepped into JD's room. The familiar sounds of medical equipment broke the stillness and Vin cleared his throat. "Hey..."

Buck looked up a smile creasing his haggard face. "Well hell son you look like shit!" He proclaimed. Pushing to his feet, the pilot grabbed Vin in a bear hug oblivious to the sharpshooter's grimace of pain.

"Easy there Pard, or Lucy'll get the wrong impression." He muttered freeing himself and stepping back from the man's open display of happy affection.

"Hell no she won't! Hi Lucy!" The woman's eyes widened in surprise as the womanizer grabbed her and planted a quick kiss on her lips. "Sure is good ta see y'all." He turned to the gambler who leaned against the wall. "Hell Ez, don't ya be hidin' back there."

Ezra raised both hands in mock horror. "I'm fine Mr. Wilmington...and you are welcome."

Buck eyed him then nodded with a wink. "Okay, if that's the way you want it. Guess y'all heard what they said about JD?"

"That's great news Buck." Lucy smiled.

"Yeah, it was touch and go for aw-" He trailed off as the door was pushed open his dark eyes widening with pleasure. "Whoa!"

Nate and Josiah stepped into the room and there was another round of Buck's bear hugs. This time the pilot included Ezra catching the gambler by surprise.

"Stopped by the office before headin' home and found a note sayin' JD had been hurt and ta come to the hospital." Josiah explained as Nathan studied the chart attached to the end of the bed.

"You'll also find one on the doors of your respective homes." Ezra stated with a small smile. Technology was a wonderful thing but pen, paper and scotch tape rarely failed.

"What happened?"

"There'll be plenty of time for that later. Where the hell have you two been?" Buck demanded. "Had ol' Ez worried half ta death."

Nathan shook his head grimacing with disgust. "Ya don't wanna know Buck...Ya just don't wanna know."

"Sure we do!" Wilmington nudged the tracker. "Don't we Vin?"

"No Brothers you really don't." Josiah asserted, moving to the bed to study the young man lying so still.

"Sure...we do." Ezra chimed in, his own curiosity piqued.

"Bumfuck Minnesota," the healer and preacher stated simultaneously.

"Minnesota? How the hell do you leave California headed for Colorado and end up in Minnesota?" Tanner questioned.

"It's a long story but when they say it's the land of the frozen north ya damn well better believe it...At least in this case." Satisfied with the medical treatment his young friend was receiving, Nathan slid the chart back into its holder glancing around the room. "Where's Chris?"

Ezra and Vin exchanged wary looks. This was not something they wanted to explain right now.

"Where's Chris?" Josiah repeated looking from one man to the next.

"Right here." A soft voice responded.

They all spun to see the team leader standing in the doorway, his expression guarded, his gaze locked on Buck who glared at him with open hostility.

Nathan and Josiah watched the interaction wondering what had brought about the tension that suddenly filled the room sensing it wasn't totally because of JD's accident. Lucy suddenly found the floor tiles fascinating while Ezra and Vin stared at Wilmington.

The big man knew the ball was in his court. He still wasn't happy with Chris Larabee but then that was nothing new...the man had pissed him off a lot over the years...just as he was sure he'd pissed Chris off. Ezra was right. If Larabee had known about the accident nothing would have kept him from the young man's bedside. He would have been there offering the pilot the emotional support needed to see him through this ordeal. Chris was no more responsible for Ella's actions than Buck had been for the fire that took Larabee's family.

How the hell could Buck blame Chris for being seduced by the attentions of a beautiful woman? He was guilty of that himself a time or two or three or....more times than he cared to admit.

Buck glanced at Vin and Ezra. They would accept his decision no matter how much it hurt but he could see the hope written on Vin's face...Hope that Wilmington would chose not to destroy the family they'd fought so hard to form. Ezra's poker face was firmly in place but there was a mixture of fear, hope and expectation in the emerald eyes.

Without saying a word, Wilmington rose and crossed to the door pulling Larabee into a hug.

"I'm so sorry." The words were a barely audible whisper as Chris returned the hug with his good arm.

A shake of Buck's head as the big man finally released him was all Larabee needed to know the pilot considered everything forgotten.

There was a collective sigh of relief as Larabee stepped completely into the room letting the door close behind him.

"You get your ass in this bed and get some sleep." Nathan ordered as he and Josiah escorted the womanizer to the small rollaway the staff had provided when it was obvious Buck wouldn't be leaving JD. "Ya look like ya escaped from the morgue." He turned his attention to the other three. "And what the hell happened to you three."

Catching Ezra before the smaller man could move, he gripped the gambler's chin studying his eyes. "Pupils look all right? Any dizziness or nausea."

"I am in excellent health Dr. Jackson." Ezra smiled when Nathan moved on to Tanner.

"We're still gonna have us a talk." Chris quietly stated, pulling the blanket up over Buck's shoulders. "Later."

Buck nodded his eyelids drooping.

There was a contrite tone to the team leaders voice as he questioned. "What happened to Ella?"

"Other than the maid, her house was deserted and as of half an hour ago, the local law enforcement reported having found her damaged vehicle." Standish spoke up. "Unfortunately, there was absolutely no sign of her."

"Like she just leaked into the landscape," Vin muttered softly.

"She'll be back," Larabee's voice was filled with conviction and regret.

"Next time we'll be ready for her," Buck mumbled sleepily. Fully realizing his family was by his side offering their support and protection the womanizer surrendered to the weariness drifting off to sleep.

Josiah pushed Chris and Vin into the empty chairs beside the bed and slipped out only to return with more as Nathan quickly translated what he'd read on the medical chart assuring them that JD was going to be fine.

Lucy glanced from Vin to Ezra. "I think I'll run out and get everybody something to eat." She knew from experience none of them would leave unless forced to.

"Would you like some assistance?" Ezra questioned.

"Nope." 'You're all right where you belong.' "Be back soon." Hesitating in the doorway she watched the men close ranks around their injured seventh. Ella had failed and Lucy was certain it would take a helluva lot more then her to break these men apart.

They were seven once more...The injured spirit of JD Dunne who had heard it all smiled as he realized how lucky he was to have found a forgiving big hearted brother...Six of them. Knowing they were together again he relaxed and sank into the comforting healing peace which surrounded him certain when he opened his eyes they would all be there....Just as they always had been. Just as they always would be.

THE END

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