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Title: Water's Thicker
Fandom: Magnificent Seven/ Without a Trace
Status: Ending is figured out, which puts it a step above most of the others
Summary: Vin does in fact know who his Father is. However, considering the man made it clear from day one that he wasn't interested in having a bastard son, the ATF agent is more than happy to return the favor. He is a Tanner, period.
Unfortunately, his days of avoiding Victor Fitzgerald come to an abrupt end when the Seven must go to New York for a case. Vin has two objectives. One put the bad guys in jail, and two avoid his half-brother, Martin. The brother who has no idea he exists and yet could pass for his identical twin.
Preview
"It appears," Ezra stated unnecessarily, looking up at the large building. "That we have arrived." He was not happy about this trip. All things considered, he would rather be back in Denver. The undercover agent nearly flinched when a heavy hand landed on his shoulder. Green eyes glanced back to see Josiah's kind face.
"Don't worry brother," the profiler told him.
"Yeah," Buck put in. "Any of the fibbies so much as look at you wrong and I will be more than happy to show them the error of their ways." He cracked his knuckles for emphasis. There was a murmur of agreement from the others. The FBI had been foolish to disregard their friend based on unfounded rumors. Though none of them were complaining. After all, the Bureau's loss was their gain.
Ezra could not contain a smile at the reminder that he now had six brothers to watch his back. "Now now," he reminded them. "I am sure that will not be necessary. We are after all, representatives of the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms." The undercover agent brushed a bit of invisible lint off his suit. "And as such it behooves us to act with a mediocrum of professionalism and decorum."
There was a moment of silence. After which the southerner paused, his sharp gaze traveling from one brother to another as he examined their facial expressions. "Of course," Ezra sighed defeated. "What was I thinking?"
All things considered, it was no surprise none of the agents noticed the unusually pensive look on their sharpshooter's face.