A/N: Hey, guys, been a while for this one, but here it is. Hope you like it!

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"Buck!" JD cried out as Buck's jacket opened as he was sliding out of the truck, the young man freezing halfway out the opposite door as he spotted the shiny rectangular box Buck had tucked inside and the title on it. "You said you weren't going to bring that!"

"Nope," the man gave a smile he thought was charming, but really just let JD know he was thoroughly enjoying himself, as he answered, "You told me not to, and I said I'd think on it and decide." He finished climbing out of the truck as JD glared at him, and then hurried to catch up when Buck shut his door and started striding towards the house.

"Buck! Like you didn't know what I'd think when you took the wrapping paper off and put it back on the game shelf." He trotted up the porch steps slightly sideways, so he was facing Buck's profile while he talked to him, both annoyed and earnest. "Ezra's already had a bad day, he doesn't need you being mean."

Buck waved a hand at him, dismissing what he'd said, and JD's eyes narrowed. "I ain't being mean, I'm being funny. Learn to tell the difference, kid. Ez'll appreciate it, I guarantee ya." At the door now, Buck swung it open and walked in, bellowing out, "Hey, the fun has arrived!", as he kicked off his shoes. With a sigh, JD bent down to untie his own shoes so he could follow after him, a reluctant grin tugging at his lips. If anyone could give that to Ezra today and not hurt his feelings it would be Buck, but he still wasn't sure he'd succeed.

Though if he did upset him, Chris would probably kill Buck, and that was always good for a laugh.

JD felt kind of weird about this whole thing-and he wasn't even talking about the thing with Ezra suddenly being twelve years younger than he had been, that was so weird he was just dealing with it, not thinking about it, but with this whole thing with Chris spanking him. He knew Ezra had messed up, and big time, it was bad enough he'd stolen Vin's jeep, but he could have gotten hurt, and that was way worse. Buck had said Chris was probably more scared than he was mad, though he was plenty mad, and that Ezra would be fine. And, of course he would be, it's not like JD thought Chris would actually hurt him.

A spanking hurt of course, JD had caught it a couple times growing up when he'd really upset his mam, but only for a little while. But it just felt kind of mean-Ezra had been through a lot in the last couple of days, JD was watching it and he still couldn't really imagine how messed up it must be. He just kind of thought they could have given him some slack, at least at first.

Buck was so full of shit when he'd been teasing him that JD was just worried he'd be next. There was a big difference between sixteen and twenty-one, whatever he said. He was closer to twenty-two than he was to twenty-one now, anyway.

Following the calls of, "In here!", that came from the den the two made their way through the house to where the rest of the team was gathered, spread out around the blue and brown room on the two old, but overstuffed and incredibly comfortable, couches, except for Vin, who was perched on the back of one of the armchairs, and Ezra, who was looking through the two DVD racks to the side of the TV.

"Howdy guys. Hey Ez, I got something for you." Buck was tossing it almost before Ezra had turned around, Chris barking about not throwing shit around his TV, as the younger-and gosh, that was never going to stop being weird, was it?-boy caught the box neatly. To JD's relief, rather than looking upset Ezra started chuckling as he read the title, shaking his head back and forth.

"GTA, Mr. Wilmington, really?" Buck grinned as he plopped himself down hard on one of the long couches, ignoring the annoyed look Chris shot at him as it shuddered. JD moved over to the opposite couch and sat down in-between Nathan and Josiah, still a little miffed that Buck had tricked him into thinking he wasn't bringing the game.

"Figured it was better if you got your taste for car-thievin' virtually, won't have to spend my money on bail that way." Ezra rolled his eyes at the man, voice both amused and a little annoyed as he responded. JD understood, Buck made him feel like that about ten times a day.

Of course, if he listened to Buck, JD did that to him about twenty times a day, so he guessed he couldn't complain too much.

"Ah can assure you, any 'taste' Ah may have been developing for car theft has been thoroughly halted in it's tracks."

"Well, good. It's a fun game anyway and it's yours if you want it." Looking surprised-what, did he think Buck was going to take it back after giving it to him? He could be a jerk, but he wasn't ever that kind of jerk-Ezra nodded in thanks, looking at the game with more interest now, turning it over in his hands to examine the back.

"I don't know guys," JD's gaze moved to the team's healer, whose concerned look might have been more believable if the corners of his lips weren't twitching up, "aren't people always saying those games can cause criminal behavior in kids? Don't know if we should risk it after today..."

"Very clevah, Mistah Jackson, very clevah indeed," Ezra huffed slightly, still amused but looking like he might not be for long. JD wondered if anybody but him had noticed that his hands had tightened on the game case for just a second, before he'd realized Nathan was joking, "Just for that Ah should pick The Fast and the Furious as mah selection." Nathan groaned out loud and held up his hands like he was appealing to Ezra's sense of mercy.

"Don't, please, those movies are terrible. I still don't understand how a bunch of high-jackers wind up heroes." Nathan shook his head and opened his mouth again, probably to list more reasons that the series everyone but him and Chris enjoyed was terrible, but first Buck threw a pillow at him and then Vin threw-was that his sock? Ewww... "Okay, y'all really need to quit throwing things at me, or I'm going to start throwing things back. Sharp things!" He tossed the pillow back at Buck, nailing him in the ear, and scrambled to pull the sock off his shoulder, yelping in disgust and tossing the yellowing cloth on the floor in front of him when he realized what it was, turning to Vin with a what is wrong with you look on his face, "When the hell was the last time you washed your socks? White socks ain't supposed to be that color, and ain't nothing supposed to smell like that!" Vin was laughing too hard to answer, quiet chuckles that shook his whole body with their force, and JD couldn't help but snicker(he didn't giggle, he didn't care what Buck said) at Nathan's exclamation. Ezra, looking like he was holding back laughter himself turned back to the DVD racks long enough to grab what JD assumed was the one he'd been looking at while they were walking in and moved over to the DVD player. Probably, he'd picked one of the ancient Bond movies he'd left here, and wanted to make sure he had it playing before anybody protested, since he'd made them watch them even more times than Buck had made them watch Die Hard. JD didn't think anybody would have protested much anyway, not now, but he would have done the same thing if he were Ezra.

Sure enough, when the uproar over the sock had died down ("It's only been worn today, Doc, jus' stained." "Buy bleach, 'cause the stink is lingerin'." "Bucklin, when did anybody ask ya?" "He's not wrong. I'm telling you, there is something medically wrong with your feet." "I picked him and JD up after they went hiking last week, I think my sense of smell fled in self-defense." "Hey, I wear deodorant!" "Son, it wasn't strong enough, and that's a fact." "Should smell his room when it's getting close to laundry day." "Shut-up, Buck!" "Both of you shut-up, or I'll make you smell Vin's sock." "Hell, it ain't that bad cowboy." "Do something about your foot fungus, Tanner." "I ain't got no fungus!") or really, when Ezra turned up the volume loud enough to drown them out, the TV was playing the opening of Thunderball and Ezra was moving to sit on the other couch in between Chris and Buck, reaching over and grabbing the popcorn bowl that Buck had snagged from Chris in the first place, ignoring Buck's sputtering as he took a handful and rested the bowl in between him and Chris, their leader chuckling and taking a piece of popcorn himself. It didn't keep him from grabbing the clicker and turning the volume to something less eardrum shattering.

"You don't ever get tired of these old classics, do you son?" From one of the others it might have been a complaint, but there was nothing but fondness in Josiah's tone. It wasn't really a question that required an answer, but Ezra nodded slightly, and then to JD's surprise, spoke up.

"Ah used to pretend Ah was a secret agent, working with Bond, when Ah was a boy. They play Bond movies everywhere, so Ah could always find them." He looked slightly embarrassed after his admission, and the way most of their teammates were looking at him with an 'aww' expression definitely didn't help, JD knew that for a fact, and he piped up, even though he knew Buck would give him total shit for it, with his own story.

"I used to pretend I was the kid Indiana Jones took around with him instead of Short Round. Or that I was Short Round. Even made myself a costume, and everything." Ezra smiled slightly at him, opening his mouth, but Buck beat him to the punch.

"That's a great story, kid-would you happen to have a picture of yourself in that costume?" JD glared at the grinning man, knowing perfectly well why he wanted it.

"Why, so you can show it to Casey?"

"Hey, she thought that picture of you in your little feetie pajamas was adorable." Buck put his hands under his chin and swooned in a very poor imitation of Casey, batting his eyelashes wildly. JD doubted Casey had swooned in her entire life.

"I told you what I'd do-unless you want to lose your mustache stay away from my photos." He lifted his chin and stared right at Buck, Buck chuckling as he raised an eyebrow at him.

"Touch my mustache, JD, and it'll be war, boy. I'll shave your damn eyebrows off. Leave that scraggly thing you call a beard, see what you look like then."

"I'll-"

"Shut it you two, we're trying to watch a damn movie." Chris's word was law, at least when he sounded like that, and JD obediently shut it, a little annoyed that Buck had gotten the last word, but not too bad. He wasn't kidding about shaving off his mustache if Buck decided to share anymore photos with his girlfriend, though.

Showing her the one of him in feetie pajamas hadn't been that bad. It had been the one he showed her where JD had decidedly not been wearing pajamas of any sort that he'd really had the problem with. When he'd complained Buck had just said everyone should have embarrassing baby pictures shown to their first serious girlfriend, it was a time-honored tradition and JD should thank him! And no, the fact that Buck had been laughing so hard he could barely stand up while he was telling him that, did not mean it was bullshit. JD had been reeling a bit from hearing Casey called his serious girlfriend, because that was as scary an idea as it was a cool one, and Buck had walked away, still laughing, before he'd thought of anything good to say back.

He settled back into his seat, happily taking a couple pieces of red licorice when Josiah held out a package to him and Nathan, and then, seeing the sad puppy eyes Vin was sending him, Josiah tossed a few pieces his direction, the sharpshooter catching them neatly in one hand. JD's eyes turned back to the TV in time to see the start of the jetpack scene, chuckling as the bad guys didn't even seem to be aiming at Bond once he was up in the air, just shooting randomly at the sky. He wished their perps aim was that bad, it would definitely make the job easier. A car with a pop-up bullet shield and water canons to take out the bad guys would be pretty badass too.

Watching the movie went a lot like it usually did, people interjecting comments here and there, ("It doesn't seem like it would be easy to keep henchmen if you kept feeding them to sharks." "Don' think that guy much cares, 'Siah.") and passing candy and other snacks here and there. Buck and JD realized halfway through the movie that they'd left the oreos and bugles they'd brought in the truck, each one telling the other to go grab them, the others telling them to shut-up, until they were whisper shouting at each other from across the room and Vin finally interrupted, "What kind of bugles did you get?"

"What?" JD stared at him in confusion, remembering to lower his voice to a whisper again as Ezra's annoyed look was backed up by Josiah saying his name quietly, "Pizza and nacho cheese, why?"

"I'll get 'em." Wondering whether there would be any left by the time Vin brought them back in JD went back to watching the movie, getting sucked in until Vin literally dropped the thing of oreos(minus the handful he'd grabbed for himself of course) onto his head, surprising a yelp out of him. A similar noise came from a laughing Buck a second later when the sharpshooter nailed him in the back of the head with the bag of pizza bugles. "That's fer talkin' through half the damn movie."

"Why the heck did you just drop 'em on JD when you chucked 'em at me, Junior? Stung a little." Buck rubbed the back of his head over-dramatically, though since he'd already opened the bag of bugles, and quit rubbing his head to grab a handful the second he finished talking, Vin just rolled his eyes at him.

"'Cause ye're old an' should know better." Buck sat up as Vin dropped bonelessly down into his armchair with the bag of bugles he'd commandeered, throwing his legs up over the arm of it.

"Think you forgot an, 'er' there, pard."

"Nope."

JD laughed as Vin shot Buck a grin that basically asked him what he was gonna do about it and laughed even harder when Buck threw an entire handful of bugles at him, paying no attention to Chris's cry of, "Hey, no throwing food in my house!" Most fell to the ground before they ever reached Vin, though a few rained down around him, the wiry Texan even managing to catch one in his mouth, quickly chewing and swallowing.

"Thanks." While Buck was occupied mock glaring at Vin, Ezra, shooting a mischievous smile at the occupants of the other couch, grabbed a handful of buttery popcorn and the back of Buck's shirt, quickly stuffing the handful inside and then scooting back by Chris, giggling as Buck started grabbing at the back of his shirt, bitching completely not-seriously about butter stains.

"Dammit Buck, see what you started?" Chris complained, pulling the popcorn bowl out of Ezra's reach when he went for another handful.

Buck, who had managed to get his shirt untucked and the handful of popcorn pulled out, scooped up a few pieces from where he'd been brushing them onto the floor and tossed them up into Chris's face making him growl. "Lighten up, pard." Suddenly a long, brown arm was snaking it's way over JD to grab a cookie, JD wondering why Nathan hadn't just asked him to pass the package, until the cookie went sailing past him, smacking off the back of Chris's head. Nathan was already leaning back in his seat by the time it hit Chris, so that when Buck looked over, grinning wide enough it had to hurt, all he saw was JD holding the package of oreos, "Good back-up, kid, thanks!"

"It wasn't me!" Chris's head and shoulders slowly started to twist towards JD, like he was a very large owl.

"Suuuure, JD, it wasn't you." Buck nodded with over-exaggerated earnestness, clearly thinking he was full of crap.

"It wasn't. C'mon, Nathan tell them." Chris had turned all the way around now and JD would have been relieved that he was smiling instead of glaring, but he knew that smile. He was gonna wind up wearing a whole package of oreos, he knew it. "Nathannn."

Chuckling, Nathan bit the bullet, "He's telling the truth, it was me." Chris turned his evil smile a few degrees to the right, fixing it on Nathan, and next thing anyone knew the entire contents of the popcorn bowl, minus the bowl itself were flying at the medic, arching up in the air and coming down like a soft, buttery hail storm over the entire couch and all its occupants.

It was a free for all after that, Vin jumping around the room, using his thumb and finger to flick the skittles he'd been hoarding at people like b.b's, while handfuls of popcorn rescued from the floor were being tossed back and forth. Josiah attempted to rub the raisinets he'd moved onto when they'd finished off the licorice in Nathan's hair as revenge for getting them involved in the food fight in the first place, a laughing, protesting, Nathan grabbing JD and using him as a human shield. Flailing around eventually got him free, squirming so he landed on the floor, he grabbed a handful of the smashed raisinets and threw them back up at Josiah, cheering when a few of the candies, half melted, stuck to his shirt like 3-D polka dots-then quickly scrambled backwards when Josiah, out of candy, grabbed a throw pillow to throw instead, sticking his tongue out when it missed him. Turning to the rest of the group JD shook his head and went to help Buck, who was being held down by Chris and Vin now, while Ezra gleefully covered him in bugles, including sticking the tip of one in each nostril, and was laughing too hard to make his thrashing around effective. He decided the best way to help was to wrestle Vin off of Buck (no way was he going for Chris) and launched himself at the older man, wrapping his arms around his middle and bowling him over backwards. "Gonna get it now, Dunne!"

"Bring it on, Tanner!" They rolled around on the floor, crushing and getting covered by even more snack food, mock fighting and wrestling, until Vin got him in a headlock and twisted JD around so he could see that Josiah was just sitting on the couch, watching the rest of them. After taking most of the raisinets that had been meant for Nathan, JD didn't think that was quite right, and hissed up at Vin, elbowing him as best he could twisted up like he was, to make sure he had his attention, "Hey, look at 'Siah." Vin looked, though he didn't loosen his hold on JD as he twisted around and JD elbowed him again to get him to loosen his grip before he choked him. Vin let him go but flicked his ear, JD frowning at him as he rubbed it.

"He ain't nearly dirty enough." Vin muttered, a smile curving his lips as he got an idea of what JD wanted to do. "Not when ya got raisinets meltin' in yer hair."

"Nope." JD hadn't actually realized any had gotten stuck and ran a quick hand through his hair, but it was no good, only a couple popped free, the rest were melted, and held in there good now. Eyes roaming, smirking as he saw that Nathan was attempting to pull Chris off Buck and not having much luck, he grabbed a mostly empty bag of BBQ potato chips, "salt and pepper is boring, he needs some BBQ." Vin made a face at what JD had thought was a pretty good joke, but snatched up a handful of half-smashed oreos, and held up three fingers, counting down, and then they both rushed at the profiler. Josiah saw them at the last minute and let out a noise like a startled animal, but JD had only gotten about half the crumbs that were left in the bag poured on top of his curls before the man had him in a one armed headlock. The protests coming from the side of him let him know that Vin had been captured too, hopefully not before he'd managed to smear enough oreo cream and crumbs on Josiah's shirt to make it worth it. Trying to get away just wound up with his face being closer to Josiah's armpit, so with a groan he gave up.

"Well, well, and what should I do with the two of you, hmm?" Josiah said in a slightly sing-song voice, shaking them up and down lightly.

"Let us go so we can go after the others as a group?" JD said hopefully, Josiah chuckling quietly before he answered.

"Nope. I think the room's taken about as much as it can. Might just hold you two here for awhile, keep you out of trouble."

"'Siah-", Whatever Vin had been about to say was cut off by a thump and a cry of pain from Ezra, Josiah immediately releasing them as he turned to see what was going on. JD winced as he got a look-it looked like Buck had finally succeeding in, well, bucking, off his tormentors, and Ezra had gone flying back to land on his already sore butt with a shout, quickly rolling off of it and onto his side.

"Aw hell, Hoss, I'm sorry, c'mere." Ezra shook his head, climbing up on his knees carefully and meeting no one's eyes.

"Ah'm fine, just landed a bit hard." Buck made a sympathetic noise and scooted over his direction, raining bugles as he went and not seeming to notice, tossing an arm around Ezra's shoulders.

"Sounded like it, Ez, and hitting where you're already sore can't a helped none." As JD watched Ezra's cheeks colored and his face went flat, his gaze flashing over to Chris for just a second-and, crap, no one had told Ezra everybody knew, had they? Probably, he should have guessed they'd at least have some idea, since Vin and Josiah obviously knew, having been here, but it sucked if he hadn't, finding out like that.

Maybe, he'd just been hoping they didn't know, that seemed like what most people would do, certainly what JD himself would be hoping in his place.

"Nevertheless, Ah'm fine." Ezra ducked out from under Buck's arm, the older man looking guilty and like he didn't know what to do next.

Realizing that everybody staring at him all concerned was probably the last thing Ezra wanted right now, JD looked around the rest of the room, the low whistle that left him at the mess they'd created coming naturally, "Wow guys, I don't think we've ever wrecked the den this bad before." There were crushed chips and popcorn pieces and bugles and cookie crumbs everywhere, with smashed raisinets, m&ms and skittles dotted on top of them and even stuck to the furniture, and, in a few spots, the walls.

"None of you are leaving until this is clean." Chris demanded, looking around the room in horror.

"Can't hold us hostage, Larabee." Vin teased, Chris's head snapping around to him and while JD couldn't see his face anymore, he could picture the narrowed eyes perfectly.

"Watch me, Tanner."

"This is why Rain never lets us have movie nights at our house." Nathan said sagely. "I married a smart woman."

"Does this mean movie night is ovah? Ah wanted to watch The Goonies next, Ah've nevah viewed it."

Both JD's and Vin's heads whipped over to Ezra in horror, because that was a travesty that could not be allowed to continue. Or, at least that was what JD thought. "Seriously? I thought every kid watched that movie, like, twenty times."

"Ah saw part of the beginning once, and it looked intriguing," Ezra said, nodding his head, "but Ah have nevah watched it."

Vin shook his head as he turned back to Chris, "Hell Pard, ya can't say no that, it's like not seein' The Princess Bride. Ain't right."

"He's right Chris, we gotta watch it."

"Please, Mistah Larabee?"

All three of them turned puppy dog eyes on Chris, JD having to hide a smirk when he heard Buck whisper, "Hell, no way he can stand up to that." Finally, Chris threw his hands up in the air, giving in.

"Fine, fine, we'll watch your damn movie." He held out a warning finger as JD cheered, "That doesn't mean we aren't gonna clean up in here first. Vin, JD, Ezra, brooms and dustpans, garbage bags. Nathan, cleaner, stain remover and some rags. Buck, the vacuum. Josiah, help me get all the loose stuff off the couches, chairs and tables so it can be swept or vacuumed . Anybody who finishes their job early isn't done, help somebody else. Go." They broke apart in all different directions, Vin, JD and Ezra rushing to the broom closet, and somehow, despite not being the youngest anymore, JD still wound up with the broom that had the funny handle you had to keep making sure was tight, or it would fall off every other minute.

JD swept the walls first, knocking the stuck on candy to the floor, wincing as little streaks of color were left behind here and there, while Ezra hunted for stray pieces that had made it all the way over to the raised area where Chris's desk and other office stuff was, or to the far corners of the room, and Vin went after the bulk of it, everything getting slowly pushed into a gigantic pile that was forming in the middle of the floor. Chris and Josiah were tilting the furniture and shaking it to get the crumbs they hadn't been able to brush off out, Nathan spraying the fabric liberally once it was decrumbed. Buck was vacuuming behind where they were sweeping, getting the little pieces that would have been trapped in the carpet otherwise. JD took one bottle of cleaner and a rag and went after the spots on the walls, and Nathan and Ezra scrubbed off the tables. Finally, after what felt like forever, definitely a lot longer than it had taken them to make the mess in the first place, a giant, outside sized garbage bag full to the brim with empty snack containers and the food that been in them sitting in front of them, they looked around and realized-it was still a freaking mess. "Screw it, it's good enough for now," Chris said, and Buck clapped him on the shoulder.

"Hell pard, looks like you're gonna have to give Mrs. Potter that raise earlier than you were planning, huh?"

Chris snorted, "Unless I want her to quit."

"Movie time?" JD asked, a little eagerly-The Goonies was one of his favorites and he was sure Ezra was going to love it. They were kind of like The Goonies in a way, the whole of Team Seven he meant, not just him and Ezra, misfits who might not have worked as well with any other team, but were always able to band together and fight for what was right.

"Yes, fine, go put it on. Buck, you wanna help me haul this into the kitchen? Don't want any critters getting into it overnight." Chris grabbed one end of the bag, and Buck grabbed the other, JD figuring more to make sure it didn't spill or rip than because it was actually that heavy. He turned and had to smile as he saw Ezra was already over by the DVD racks, pulling the movie out of it's slot with a grin on his face. Grown-Up Ezra would never have let himself act so excited over a movie, even, heck, especially if he was that excited, and while JD was hoping they'd have him back to normal soon(he missed him, even if it was weird and maybe even kinda mean to say that when Ezra was right in front of him) it was sort of nice to see him like this. He walked over, starting to talk as Ezra looked up at him.

"Hey, you're gonna love this movie. We should watch it on full-screen, not wide-screen, if there's a choice, 'cause there's lots of little details you don't wanna miss. It's lucky you're watching it on DVD the first time and not TV, a lot of the TV versions cut out scenes, and..."