Denver, Colorado

He wanted to grill those three sick bastard for once again going off on their own without his permission. After getting the full reports from JD, he was ready to blow a gasket. Damage control was always a bitch and if they got out of hand, this could very well come back to fall into their laps like the shit fest it was. It was like his rule of 'one kill a month' for each of them was thrown out the window. Reports from Nathan had Standish at three pedophiles and rapist kills. Larabee's obvious trail-blazing through the drug cartel always left more bodies than he would like. He was up to twenty-two this month. Tanner's kills were always the harder to account for because their deaths usually had bodies disappearing for some time. Tanner gave his estimate to be about four.

The FBI were now called in with every other law enforcement. One of which was the ATF, no doubt because Tanner and Larabee were taking marks that were a part of the drug cartels.

Ezra rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he made his way over to the door of his apartment. The man on the other side pushed pass him and made his way inside. A taller and much older man was also outside, along with Nathan and JD. They waited until he opened the door wider for them to come inside.

"Where are the others?" Growled the first man, his hands on his hips.

"And you suppose they are here why?" Ezra rose a perfectly shaped eyebrow.

"Don't give me that bullshit. I know the three of you sick bastards always end up in the same bed together."

Ezra sighed and ran a hand through his unkempt hair, "Chris is on the couch. Vin is asleep on the balcony. I am, as always, touched that you care so much for our well-being."

"The hell you do." Buck snorted.

The shorter man gave a weak shrug before heading into the kitchen to put on some coffee.

"Tanner! Get your ass in here and on this couch! Larabee sit up and pay attention!" Buck bellowed.

A sleepy-eyed Vin entered the room from the balcony, looking none too pleased about his sleep being interrupted. Ezra handed him a cup of coffee and then another to Chris whose eyes were struggling to open. He then went back into the kitchen and brought his own out before settling down on a sofa. The others would have to go and get their own. Vin sat next to Chris, his worn undershirt and old basketball shorts being used as pajamas. Chris was fully dressed still except that his guns were removed along with their holsters and he wasn't wearing his trench coat. The rest of the group settled down in chairs that were available while Buck stayed standing.

"I thought we had an agreement that you three wouldn't go crazy and start a massacre."

Ezra frowned, "I fail to see how three kills are now considered a massacre, or has the definition changed in the dictionary?"

"I only killed the one. Not my fault he had three more riding with him." Vin crossed his arms over his chest.

"And Chris killed twenty-two yesterday." Buck finished.

"Then shouldn't only he be having his sleep interrupted and not the rest of us?" Vin muttered.

"You all killed twenty-nine people this month. That's almost a kill per day. As of today, there will be no more kills until things settle down. Got it?"

"Surely you aren't serious?" asked Ezra.

"Damn right I'm serious. If I hear anything remotely similar to one of your kills, I will stick Josiah on you."

He received a grumbled affirmative from Vin, a glare from Chris and a sigh from Ezra.

"You all will stay here for the remainder of the month under Josiah's supervision to ensure no more dead bodies surface."

"The hell I'm going to stay here." Chris growled.

"I ain't about to get stuck here with these two for two weeks." Vin spat in annoyance.

"Like you ever received an invitation to throw a sleepover at my apartment." Ezra said, passed his limit of being hospitable, "I assume you will be financing then, Mr. Wilmington."

"Enough money for the two weeks for the three of you to share amongst yourselves."

"They'll kill each other before the first three days are over." Nathan murmured under his breath.

"I don't think they would." JD shook his head in disagreement.

"Though they are so different. They actually get along pretty well and seem to rely on the others." Josiah agreed.

"Who knew two sociopaths and a psychopath would get along so well." Nathan shook his head in amazement.

Buck Wilmington

Aka: Moral Overseer/ The Overseer