An hour later the people in the office were still talking.

"Do you know why it can be taking so long?" Ezra asked impatiently.

"I'm sure it's all necessary. But it seems that Chris is defending you because the meeting would've been over by now if he wasn't."

Just then the doors opened and Chris came out. He looked tired as he approached them.

"I put my neck on the line Standish and said you would use this second chance wisely and won't screw up, and that doesn't mean by getting caught. If another piece of art gets stolen and I even have a feeling that it was you then you're done."

"I'm given a pardon?"

"Yes, but remember, we have you down for assaulting an officer, theft and escaping custody."

"I'm sure you'll never let me forget." Ezra said as he shook Vin's hand and then Chris'. "Thank you, and thanks again for having trusted me."

The End

*News report of another art piece having being stolen during sometime in an evening party. Police say this is the work of a professional*

Chris walked into the busy police station, the sounds of phones going off and everyone talking at once now were white noise to him. As he scanned the room, making his way to his desk, he saw someone occupying his chair. Frowning, he picked up his pace.

"Can I help you?" Chris asked, barely keeping his anger hidden.

The man in the chair looked up and grinned. Chris didn't recognize him in his own clothes and clean shaved face.

"The hell are you doing here Standish? How did you even make it pass the guard?"

"I told them I came here to see you." Ezra said as he stood and showed off his visitor's badge.

"What do you want, I'm kind of busy with a case right now." Chris said as he took his chair.

"I know. I heard about the stolen painting."

Chris eyed him suspiciously.

"Don't worry I'm not involved in any way." Ezra said as he held up his hands.

"I didn't think you are, but that does raise the question why you're here talking to me."

Ezra sat down in the chair next to Chris' desk, careful not to crease his clothes, "Let me help you on this one."

"You wanna help?"

"This is what I do for a living. I know how these people think."

"So you want to be a consultant? What is life to hard out there that you're too good to get a job doing honest labor?"

"Honest labor was not what I was brought up to do."

Chris looked at his desk for a minute before turning to Standish.

"I'll ask chief Travis, but if he says no then that's it and you can start working on your resume somewhere else."

While Chris was in the office with Travis, Buck and Vin walked over to where Ezra was.

"I didn't expect to see you back here so soon." Buck joked.

"I came to offer my services."

"Where's Chris?" asked Vin.

"Speaking to your supervisor to gain his approval on the subject."

"That'd be great if you could. You know a whole lot more on this then us." said Buck.

"Well, let's just hope your chief Travis sees it that way."

The door to the office opened and Chris walked out. He didn't say anything till he was stand next to them.

"Sorry Standish." The others all sighed and looked disappointed. Chris cracked a smile, "It looks like you're stuck with us a bit longer."

A/N: The End! I hope you enjoyed this little story, I know I had fun writing it. I kind of felt like a Blacklist (TV show) or White Collar (TV show) type of thing in the end where the criminal ends up working for the police. My big inspiration was looking at Ezra and his past with all of his aliases and what that could look like in a modern setting. Hope you all have a good rest of your days and feel free to review and tell me what you think.

If it's for a sequel, like I said I can't. I can't afford to start a new series while I'm working on several others, but if you want to make a sequel from this yourself and ask questions then I'm happy to chat. Bye!