No Ordinary Day
Angela b
Contribution # 410628 submitted by aces107
May 19, 2002

This is a shortie written off the top of my head. A dangerous thing to do but I did it anyway. Answers April and May's challenge

This is an answer to both April’s and May’s challenge. It might not fit May’s challenge exactly but I hope it’s close enough.

Do you believe in the supernatural, the unusual, the out of the ordinary things that cannot be explained? What would the boys do when faced with such a situation? Write a story where one or more of the boys are caught up with forces beyond their control. My one stipulation is that there most be some otherworldly figure, (ghost, alien, angel, etc...) there to help them along. Note: This should not be a horror story!

Disclaimer: Don’t own any of the characters.


No Ordinary Day

As the well muscled undercover agent gingerly sat down on the ledge of the building he let a small sigh of relief escape from his lips. The day had started out like every other day that a bust was to go down. Tension was thick, nerves were restless and his boss, the formidable Chris Larabee, was the first through the door with his gun raised high. They all had escaped without injury, though not for the lack of trying on the criminal’s part. Afterwards back in the office the mood was high and laughter seemed to flow from all areas of the room. Ezra had taken as many congratulatory slaps on the back from the other law enforcers before he had had enough and sought relief from the excessive touching. He quietly escaped to the roof of the Federal Building and was now sitting on the ledge with his feet dangling off the side enjoying the solitude. Yes, to everyone else it was like any other day except only the man on the ledge knew it wasn’t.

As he sat there he felt an old familiar feeling creep up on him. A feeling he had long ago stopped having and desperately missed.

“It’s been a long time,” he quietly stated into the air, not turning around.

“Yes it has.” The voice replied, equally low.

“Where have you been?” Ezra asked lowering his head, not really expecting an answer.

“I’ve been right here the whole time.” The man’s voice answered sorrowfully.

“Bull!” Ezra hissed out, still looking straightforward. “You haven’t been around in since I was a kid,” bitterness filling his voice.

“I have always been right here, son. You just stopped looking for me.” The voice seemed to come closer causing the young man to shiver.

“I stopped looking because you stopped being there.” Ezra said resignly. “And don’t call me son.”

Ezra felt the man’s presence move closer to him as the next words were voiced.

“I swear to you Ezra I have always been right there watching you. Watching out for you. I told you once I would never leave you alone and I have kept that promise.”

“But I have been alone. And lonely,” the agent said in such a low voice one might have wondered if the words had been spoken at all. “I needed you and you weren’t there.” Ezra sighed and took a deep breath. “I quit believing you.”

“I know son, but I never left you. I watched the way Maude treated you. I watched how others treated you and it broke my heart that I couldn’t reach down and pick you up. You used to know that. You used to feel me holding you. Conforting you.”

The voice slowly faded then came back stronger as if the owner of it had gotten his second wind. “I watched as you closed off from everyone and barred anyone from getting close to you. Including me.” Once again the voice seemed to come closer to Ezra’s ear. “I never left you though. I kept my promise and I waited until you were ready to let me back in”

The young brown haired agent sat still contemplating these words. There had been a time when he would have instantly and without thought believed them. Suddenly he began to swing his legs ever so slightly.

“Today is your birthday. I even ordered a slice of chocolate cake for desert at lunch. Chocolate was your favorite.” Ezra suddenly ducked his head in embarrassment for having explained to the man that last part.

Ezra could feel the slight feel of the hand as it registered on his shoulder. He felt the coolness and strength as the back of the other hand as it gently caressed his cheek. Leaning into the touch he resisted the urge to turn and look at the man he knew was not really standing there. Quietly he whispered, “I miss you daddy. You were the only thing I had in this world that I could love. Even after you left I still felt you were the only one that loved me.” Swiping angrily at the tears that slid silently down his cheeks that this admission had caused. “Until one day I didn’t even have that to hang on to.”

Even though his father had gone MIA in the Vietnam War when Ezra was four, until he was nine the young man had always seen his dad when no one else could. He had known how the protective man had looked, what he would have said in certain circumstances, the sound of his laugh even the touch of him. When he was nine he was sent to live with a man Maude had met on a cruise. A man the young boy had never met before the man showed up at school. There was no doubt in his small mind he was to go with the man, he had the code word and it wasn’t like Maude had never sent a stranger to pick him up before. That was the time though, that he had learned to close down his emotions and started to learn how to keep everyone away, including his ever present father.

“I know,” the tired voice floated towards the troubled young man, “It’s true that for these number of years you didn’t have anyone to love you, but it’s not true any longer. You have six men who care about you and feel just as deeply for you as I did. They have done what I have been unable to do since you were nine.”

“What’s that?” Ezra asked suspiciously knowing the last time he actually saw his father he was four-years old.

“Make you believe again.” The figure behind him answered.

“Is that why you’re here, now? Because I believe?” The cynical man sitting on the edge of the roof wasn’t so willing to give in to that knowledge just yet.

“You’re beginning to. I have waited for you to call me back so I could have this moment with you.” The deep gentle voice explained

“You’re leaving me again?” The accusation was quite clear in the voice.

“No. I’ll be here whenever you need me. But, you won’t need me as much now as you did when you were a child.” The man stated knowingly.

“Why?” Ezra asked simply. He never felt the need to use many words with his father. His father always seemed to know what he was trying to say and the man was the one person he never wanted to push away.

The answer came back cryptically. “One day you’ll know and understand. I’m going now but I’ll be here whenever you call.”

Ezra felt the light application of hand once again on his shoulder then nothing. He hung his head in remorse. It always seemed that he could never quite attain that which he sought. Tonight he had sought some relief to his gnawing pain left by the one person who loved him unconditionally.

The six men had began missing their seventh almost thirty minutes ago. After searching the immediate floor and discovering his car was still parked in the garage they came up with only expectant place the man could be. The roof. Stepping out onto the brightly lit roof by the sinking sun the men turned the corned of the small building that housed the air conditioning unit, they instantly spotted the man sitting precariously on the narrow ledge. The blond took a deep breath knowing that as leader it would be up to him to retrieve his agent from his sitting place.

Carefully walking across the graveled area he silently cursed the man for his delight in heights. Couldn’t the man find comfort somewhere closer to the ground? As he came up even with his undercover agent he notice the sad countenance etched in his face.

Ezra felt a hand on his shoulder; this one was heavier and carried more reality than the previous one.

“Ezra,” the blond asked hesitantly, “You ok?”

At that moment all Ezra could manage was a simple nod of the head. Turning towards his leader he met a slightly different color of green eyes than his own, filled with concern and another emotion the young agent couldn’t place. Looking down at the graveled roof he lowered his voice, “Just thinking about my dad.” Ezra looked up at the listening man before continuing, “It’s his birthday, you know.”

Stunned that his shielded friend, who didn’t trust well at all, would trust him enough to divulge this tidbit of information he solemnly shook his head. “No, I didn’t know that.”

Shaking the shoulder he was still grasping he let a small smile slide into place. “C’mon lets go to Inez’s. The first round will be toasted to him.” Thinking for a moment he quickly amended that last part not knowing if Ezra wanted the others to share in this information, “Between you and me.”

The brown haired agent nodded his head in agreement. “I think you would have like him, Chris. I know he would have liked you.” Ezra finished as he swung his legs around and hopped off the ledge. Chris, never removing his hand from his friend, “I’m sure I would have Ez. I’m sure I would have,” giving the smaller friend a slap on the back as they headed for the group of men waiting for them.

THE END