Disclaimer – I do not own M7 and if I did the series would still be going.
The Pain of Paperwork.
Chris Larabee slowly made his way back down to his office, deep in thought he barely acknowledge the other members of Team 7, closing his office door, he began to pace slowly around the room.
Buck looked at the closed door in concern, he could see his best friend and team leader pacing in his office as the other man had not closed the blinds which allowed Buck and the others to see in.
"I wonder what has so disturbed our esteemed leader." Ezra Standish the team's undercover agent moved closer to the moustached man as they both watched the blond man pace in his office.
"He was meeting with AD Travis." The youngest member of Team 7 volunteered.
"I's nominating Buck to go ask what's going on." The long haired sniper smirked at Buck.
"Thanks Vin." Buck growled, but he made his way towards the office.
"Good luck." Nathan the team's medic called out.
Buck looked to Josiah and waited for the older man to make a comment but Josiah just smiled serenely at him.
Buck knocked and walked into the office not waiting for Chris to bid him enter.
"What can I do for you Buck?" Chris paused in his pacing.
"What did Travis say? Are you alright?" Buck moved closer to Chris coming to a stop in front of the blond man.
Chris smiled at his worried friend, touched that the team where worried about him.
"Travis is going to temporarily take over the Boston office and clean up the mess that Massachusetts is." Chris moved to sit behind his desk. "He offered me the AD position while he's away."
Buck sat in the chair opposite Chris and studied the man in front of him, he was proud that his friend was being given this opportunity. Buck briefly thought about who would take over Team 7 while Larabee was in the AD role. He hoped that whoever took over allowed the team to operate as they usually did, playing to each of the team member's strengths and allowing them the freedom to get the job done, while protecting them from the bureaucracy and narrow mindedness which was sometime found in federal law enforcement. Chris did this with ease and with his patented glare being used as and when necessary.
"Will you take it?" Buck hoped that Chris would take the job.
"I don't know Buck? Do you think I should?"