"Buck!"

"What the - ?" Chris Larabee heard the yell all the way inside his office, the door shut for a little privacy. Guess it wasn't private enough... The team leader sighed at the small amount of paperwork he had managed to get done and glared back at the door.

"Buck! Buck Wilmington, get your scrawny ass back here!"

The glare turned into a grin at the threat of serious damage in JD's aggrivated tone.

"Hope Bucklin ain't gone and done somethin' stupid." Tanner grinned from the other table, his own stack of reports fanned out over the surface.

"Somethin' he might not live to regret," Chris tilted his head in the direction of the outter offices. "Least from the sound of it."

The pair rose as one and headed to the door, Vin popping it open just enough to peek outside. They wanted to witness the show, not be drawn into it. JD Dunne, computer hacker and youngest member of Team 7 was hopping mad, chasing his partner around the desks, much to the open amusement of Ezra, Nathan and Josiah. For his part, Buck was laughing so hard, he had almost run into the corners of those desks twice already and only Josiah's quick action saved him from taking a header over JD's chair, pushed back and abandoned in the middle of the floor.

"Now, now, kid - let's not be hasty about this..."

"Hasty? Hasty, Buck?" The kid fumed, cheeks pink and breathing ragged as he pair faced off over Ezra's desk, the southerner having deciding that, cowardice being the better part of valor, it might be a bit safer to witness the approaching confrontation a safer distance away. Like behind Josiah.

"Now, JD, it was just a joke!"

Chris and Vin looked to each other and shrugged. But one thing was certain - whatever the so called 'joke' was, it was clear that the ladies man was only digging himself deeper with each protest he made. What had Buck done this time, Larabee wondered. Well, only one way to find out..

"Joke?" JD huffed and glared. "A joke? I'll show you a joke, just wait until I catch you, Wilmington..." And immediately began the chase again.

"Children!" Both men stopped and all eyes lit upon their leader, emerging from his office, Tanner slipping out behind him, eyebrows raised at the pair. Both men were ragged and out of breath, JD's cheeks were stained pink with whatever prank his partner had pulled this time and Buck had this mildly guilty look on his face. "Buck..." Larabee pinned the taller, older agent with the glare and coaxed, voice deceptively mild. "What did you do?"

"Nothin', Chris!" Buck spread his hands wide in surrender, hoping to placate both sets of glaring eyes. "Kid's blowin' it way outta proportion, that's all. It was just a joke!"

"What. Did. You. Do."

"I sent him an email is all."

"Is all?" Dunne fumed, the young hacker stalking to his desk and turning his monitor for the new arrivals to see. "Do you know how many spam lists I'll be on now? This shit breeds like the damned plague! Buck, I do not need this crap!"

"Hell, kid, ain't nothin' ta be ashamed of..."

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Curious despite himself, Vin eased over to get a better view of the screen and all but died laughing. A glare from JD only made it worse, Vin's arms wrapped around his middle in an effort to stifle the giggles.

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Unable to help the quirk of a grin that appeared, Larabee quickly turned away from JD and towards their resident jokester, hoping for a stern enough expression. "Bucklin, you know this isn't acceptable for the office...." he began.

"Yeah, I know, Chris..." Buck sighed and hung his head, more out of the fact that no one had appreciated the humor than out of any real remorse for the prank itself. It had just been a joke.

Chris continued as if Buck hadn't spoken, this time the smirk in plain sight for anyone to see. "If you and JD want to play...." Two sets of eyes jerked up at the drawl. "Do it on your own time. I'd advise against the weights, though. Not worth the effort."

"Dunno, " Vin opined, still breathless but the laughter under control. "Pumps can be kinda fun."

"You know what they say, " Nathan grinned from across the room. "Exercise is always a good idea. I'm sure JD can walk you through it, Buck."

It was Buck's turn to sputter, startled and backpaddling from the advice while the others grins quickly turned to laughter at his frantic covering of his motives for the joke. "Now, Chris - Chris you know that ain't right!"

"Don't know about that Bucklin," Vin drawled. "Mean, why else send it to the kid, unless..." He trailed off with a shrug, grinning like a fiend.

Taking in the rest of the team, JD seemed to make a decision and jumped into the act, moving close and purring lightly, "Buck," the kid grinned real close and promised, "if you wanted a big penis...all you had to do was ask."

With a wink and a wiggle, the hacker was off, turning off the monitor and picking up his jacket, sashaying out the door.

"JD, what -" Blue eyes bouncing back and forth between his boss and the disappearing figure of his roommate, best friend and secret love, Wilmington looked like a stranded fish, flopping out of water. "Chris?"

"I'd say you best take him up on it, Buck," was Larabee's smug advice. "Before he changes his mind."

Buck was furious, feeling like the others were making fun of the kid and he didn't know why. It was his damned practical joke. "What're you sayin', Larabee?" he demanded. "That I should...."

"Take a chance at happiness perhaps, Mister Wilmington?" Their undercover agent spoke standing close to Josiah, though not at all for protection in this instance. A little in front of the big man, Ezra smiled softly as the profiler's hands came to rest on his shoulders, Josiah's fingers carding lightly through his hair at the nape. "Indeed. After all, that would seem to indicate what our dear mister Dunne was suggesting."

"I believe brother Chris is telling you to get off your arse and get after that boy, Buck." Sanchez nodded over Standish's shoulder, blue eyes soft with compassion and understanding.

"Before the trail gets cold, pard."

"Vin?" Not believing what he was seeing, Buck turned to the amused drawl and watched as his old friend's arms came around the sharpshooter. "Chris?"

Larabee shrugged but his eyes were the least litle bit guarded. He'd known Buck for a long time; the least little pressure might be too much. Send him scurrying away from the kid instead of toward. They'd all watched Buck dance around JD for months now, watched, too as JD responded and pulled back, falling for the big brother illusion instead of seeing the unconscous desire underneath the jovial bullshit.

"What can I say, Buck? Sometimes what we're lookin' for is where we least expect it. Right under our nose in fact."

"But it isn't...JD..." Buck's face fell, his body following heavily into the hacker's disguarded chair. "JD don't feel that way, Chris."

"Excuse me, Buck," Erza laughed, displaying his amused disbelief. "But are we speaking of the same young man who just sashayed his way out of this office? After having made one fine invitation, if I do say so myself."

Before Wilmington could close his mouth, Josiah leaned in and nodded. "Definite invitation, Buck. Ezra and I might take the boy up on it, if you're not so inclined."

"Hell, count us in," Larabee grinned, Tanner's grin following suit. "Who knows, Buck, the four of us... Might even be able to make JD forget about an old dog like you."

That said with a straight face, it took all of Wilmington's willpower to wait for the serious wink he knew was coming from the humor in the preacher's eyes. When it did, he felt a little of his old self return and a good deal of his weight lifted at the support found in his teammates gaze.

Buck's good humor restored, the - former - ladies man smiled. "You do and I'll make sure you know all about those weights and knots you mentioned but from the other end."

"Too late for that..." Vin's voice drawled low, smooth like honey and Buck's eyes widened as he saw their leader shiver, Chris' eyes drifting closed.

"Well, now, what'd ya know..."

"More than you should." Larabee's eyes opened with a hazel glare weakened by the fact that Tanner's desk had to hold him up. "Not enough if you're still here gabbin' with us instead of chasin' after that partner of yours."

"Good point." Mind made up, Buck Wilmington gathered his jacket and case and bid his team goodnight. "Night, gents."

"Be sure to let us know how it goes in the morning, won't you Buck?"

"I most certainly will not." Willmington's grin was soft as he dipped his head, disappearing out the door.

"Nathan!"

"What, Ezra?" Nathan Jackson grinned, siding up to the pair as Buck all but fled down the hall.

"A gentleman does not kiss and tell, Doctor Jackson."

The smile softened as the medic looked into green eyes sparkling with mischief and mock indignation. "Believe me, I know that."

"So what say we go and make our own stories, gentlemen?" Larabee's soft growl rolled over the room.

"And what, pray tell, did you have in mind, Mister Larabee?" Interest peaked, the southerner turned a keen eye on their leader, watching as the hazel gaze firmed and darkened, sweeping hungrily over his men.

It was well past quitting time and tomorrow was a Saturday. More than enough time to wipe that smug look off of those handsome features. The image of a naked Ezra Standish surrounded by him and the boys caused Larabee to grin, heavy and feral.

"You. The bed. A few weights and knots. And the four of us." The voice dipped lower and Ezra felt his pulse dip with it, landing somewhere in the viscinity of his groin. "Any questions?"

"No." He had to swallow the sudden pleasureable lump in his throat, his voice mostly normal, if a trifle husky when he denied, Josiah's chuckle warm and rich in his ear. "Not at all. After all - just why did you think the list was titled A Gambler's Lust?"