Summary: *ATF/AU* Whose the sexiest man in the ATF?

Disclaimer: I do not own anything "The Magnificent Seven" related, Characters of M7 do not belong to me, I like so many others before me am merely using the amazing universe of the ATF, no monetary compensation received, just the pleasure of creative writing as stress relief

Rating: T

Author's Notes: I have created a story arc, that will encompass all the Magnificent Seven men. This is pure fluff, another something that popped into my head. This story is some time after my other story *Return to Me* might want to read that one to understand some references in this story. It follows most of the ATF canon, but introduces new characters. I hope I have posted something others will enjoy reading.

Please be kind in your reviews! Not Betaed


Sexiest Man Alive by Sapphire Lee

Tuesday at the ATF office building

AD Orrin Travis got a devilish grin on his face as he read the flyer in his hands, '—Brookhurst Community Center Charity Auction to raise money for intramural youth sports, all men encouraged to participate—" hehehe, I know just the men to recommend for this important community service project. He sat at his office desk at the ATF building. Just then Mary Travis, his daughter-in-law, came into his office on an impromptu visit.

"Hello Orrin, what has you grinning like that? You look like the Cheshire Cat" she inquired while leaning over to give him a hug in greeting.

"Oh nothing...just a little assignment I am delivering to ATF Team 7"

Chris's Office

"We have to WHAT?" Chris roared into the phone.

"Just remember it's for Charity" Travis said with open unconcealed glee, "think of the kids you'll benefit"

The door to Chris' office was yanked open with noticeable hostility. The men of ATF Team 7, (referred to as the 'Magnificent Seven' by the other ATF teams) looked up from their desks in the bullpen to see what had provoked their boss into leaving his lair.

"As you know, since we finished our last case, we've been given time off to recoup and recover." Chris looked at each member of his team, his brothers in arms, his brothers in life and family. Uncharacteristic of him, Chris' eyes skidded to the floor then up to the ceiling, he took a deep breathe and exhaled resignedly. He trusted these men implicitly, knew each other had the backs of the others, would willingly lay down their lives for one another. So why was he filled with trepidation over the announcement he was about to make?

"We have a new assignment, boys. But it is not out in the field, this job will be working on a worthwhile charity project to benefit Brookhurst Community Center. We are going to be volunteers at the charity auction." Chris said trying not to choke over the words.

No one said anything. Their training taught them to know as much as possible before walking into an unpredictable situation. And there wasn't nothing more unpredictable than volunteering. They weren't about to volunteer without knowing what they were getting roped into.

Ezra detected a small amount of hesitation in Chris' expression and body language. He pounced on it "Could you be more specific please?" Ezra drawled. "What aren't you telling us Mister Larabee?"

"Geeze, what are you a damn blood hound?" Chris snapped at Ezra, Ezra just smirked. The rest of the team looked at Chris with varying degrees of interest, skepticism, and resigned weariness. Here we go again.

"Ah say 'woof'"

Vin took mercy on Chris, plus he was curious what had their usually unflappable intimidating boss slightly blushing. "So what do you need us to do?" Vin asked

Chris looked at Vin with appreciation for his cooperation until he qualified his statement. "I ain't saying I'm volunteering or anything, just wondering what you want us to do" Vin smirked. Chris rolled his eyes and glared at his sniper.

"We are going to be participating in an interdepartmental cooperative project to raise money to fund community intramural youth sports. We will be working with other ATF teams, the fire department, the policy department, and the EMT / Emergency Medical Service people" Chris explained.

"In what capacity will we be working together?" Nathan asked suspiciously, the other agents intuition also clicked into high alert.

Chris closed his eyes, rubbed his hand across his forehead and face, opened his eyes, a muscle twitched in his clenched cheeks, he shook his head slightly from side to side. He looked like a man that was at odds with himself. "There is a dual purpose, we are going to increase positive public image of the Agency in the community, and…" his voice trailed off.

"Just spit it out pard" Buck announced, twitching in his seat in anticipation over the thing that had Chris Larabee tongue tied.

Finally plucking up his courage, Chris just spit it out "Also we are going to participate in the charity auction, be auctioned off to the community in order to raise money for the Brookhurst Community Center" There, he'd said it. He could still hear AD Travis sniggering in his ear when he'd told Chris what was expected of him and his men.

Various states of disbelief, shock, and denial were reflected at Chris. He had to admit, there were very few moments when his men were speechless. The blessed silence didn't last long. Then the arguments, excuses, and rebuttals assaulted him.

I've always been nice to them! Why do they torture me so? Chris wondered sadly.


December 2011 (not going to be able to write that much longer)

I'm imagining the movie Coyote Ugly, but with the sexy men…yum

Definitely more chapters coming