by Maria ~ villadie@networkusa.net
Disclaimer: None of the boys are mine. I'm working on Ezra though.
Notes: This was in response to an Easter challenge!
"I have to do what?" Ezra asked quite shocked. There were snickers around the conference table at his reaction.
"Ya have go to undercover as a punk," Chris said simply threw his undercover agent a bottle, a slight smile on his face. "Quit dawlin' Ez and get to it."
Ezra simple stared at the bottle. He couldn't believe that they wanted him to undergo such a horrendous task. There were a lot of things he did for undercover work but he had never had to do something like this. "A gentleman does not debase himself..." he began.
"Oh come on Ez, it'll be fun!" Buck exclaimed as he hauled the Southerner from the chair and practically dragged him to the bathroom. The rest of the team could hear Ezra's violent protests down the hall.
"I'm not missin' this!" JD exclaimed and hurried out the door.
"Twenty bucks that Ezra will kick Buck out of the bathroom," Vin drawled as the group got up and followed the energetic younger agent.
"No, I think he'll toss him out the window," Josiah mused.
"We're eleven stories up," Nathan pointed out.
"Exactly."
"Damn it Buck," Ezra cried, his five-dollar words of no use to him at the moment. "You're gettin' the dye all over my face!"
"Well if ya quit movin' your head, I might be able to finish here!"
A low growl was his answer as Buck rubbed in the green dye in Ezra's hair. 'Why did I just make a beeline for the door when I had the chance?' Ezra thought to himself. Here he was, leaning over the sink, clad only in his dress pants since he did not want his shirt or jacket ruined.
"I can't believe I'm doing this..." Ezra grumbled.
It took awhile to get all of the color worked in his chestnut colored hair, but when Buck was finished, Ezra's hair was now a nice cheery bright green. Both of them walked out of the bathroom and their friends tried to keep a straight face.
For about five seconds. Ezra looked so ridiculous they soon lost control and were flat out bawling in the hallway. Ezra just walked over the laughing forms heading toward the bullpen area as dignified as possible.
Slowly the rest of the men filtered back to their desks, some of them wiping the tears from their faces.
Ezra turned to his leader. "Now how long Mr. Larabee, I'm I suppose to keep my hair like this?"
"Just a week," Chris replied easily, and evil glint in his eye. "You're not meetin' the dealer until Thursday."
"Thursday?!"
"Well as least your hair color matches your eyes!" JD exclaimed and yelped as Ezra began to chase after him.
The End