A/N: I only own this random plot. Not the boys or the universe.

I came up with this plot while standing at work and the frozen yogurt shop bored out of my mind. I wrote part of it on the envelope my check came in and kept it for later. Today I decided to work with it to hold you guys over until my next big story.

Song of the chapter Bruno Mars Grenade:

Easy come, easy go, that's just how you live oh

Take, take, take it all, but you never give

Should have known you was trouble from the first kiss

Had your eyes wide open

Why were they open?

Gave you all I had and you tossed it in the trash

You tossed it in the trash, you did

To give me all your love is all I ever asked

"Can you please state your full name for the record."

"Ezra Patrick Standish."

"And can you please tell the court where you were the night of the sixteenth."

"I was in my apartment."

"And was Chris Larabee there with you?"

"He was."

"Was anyone else in your apartment besides the two of you?"

"There were."

"At the time of Larabee's death, was there anyone with you?"

"No. Everyone else had left by then."

"So, you were the only one in the room?"

"I was, yes."

"And the alcohol provided was your own, correct?"

"Yes."

A pause.

"You've known Mr. Larabee for quite some time now, correct? So, you would know of his alcohol addiction then, right?"

"We were all aware he drank a lot, but it was never considered by any of us that it was an addiction."

"Do you remember how many drinks he had that night?"

"I can't say that I do."

"How many times do you recall that he refilled his glass then?"

"I confess I wasn't counting. I'm not in charge of monitoring such things."

"Would you consider him irritable?"

"Mr. Larabee is generally irritable."

"Has he ever been drunk to the point of causing anyone physical harm?"

"Only to those who deserved it. Other than that, no."

"So would you consider yourself being a victim or a target of Mr. Larabee's?"

"Objection!"

"I withdraw the question, your honor. Mr. Standish, how would you describe your relationship with Larabee?"

"Professional."

"Yet, you invited him to your apartment."

"I invited all of my associates over that night."

"A singular event, you forgot to add. From the reports of your associates, you all have been invited to Mr. Larabee's house multiple times."

"Yes, he owns... he owned a ranch. Some of us kept our horses there and we'd go for rides."

"So it wasn't just a professional relationship you had with your supervisor."

"Objection!"

"Sustained."

"Mr. Standish?"

"It was only professional. I was encouraged by the others to attend."

"So, outside of work, you never hung out, just the two of you?"

"No."

"Reports from your co-workers state that you and he didn't get along. That he repeatedly verbally abused you."

"That's incorrect, we bantered from time to time, but that was all."

"He threatened to fire you after your first mission."

"I messed up. He had every right to."

"Those reports state that you were not in your position and left your associates to get ambushed and injured."

"But I came back in time to assist my associates and all turned out well in the end."

"That wasn't the first time you were reported to have gone rogue. From your time in the FBI, you were charged with suspicion of taking bribes and sharing government secrets."

"But not convicted because those were false."

"Did Mr. Larabee know about these reports?"

"Yes, he would've read them on my record before hiring me."

"No further questions, your honor."

The room filled once more for the closing statements to be said, parties affiliated were in the general area while the defendant and prosecutor lawyers were with their respective people. The jury sat on the side in their section while the judge entered and resumed his seat.

The defendant lawyer stood up, giving his final closing speech to the jury and judge before sitting down, letting the prosecutor to take over.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury. You have here a case that is not only a grievous murder but one of malicious intent. Mr. Standish, a man who is not even trusted by his old department was given a second chance by Mr. Larabee. However, old habits die hard and when under threat, this man plotted his supervisor's death. A man who he claims to have quarrels with. But Mr. Standish didn't kill the victim by simply shooting him or stabbing him, no, he used Mr. Larabee's weakness of alcohol and poisoned him. With the other testimonies of those present, you know that only Mr. Larabee favored that particular whiskey and that it was bought by Mr. Standish. He had enough time to drop the victim home and knocked him into his own coffee table. Drunk, poisoned and unsteady on his feet, Larabee couldn't save himself from being bludgeoned to death, making it appear like it was an accident. Mr. Standish killed his boss, and should be charged with first-degree murder."

"I don't feel right doing this. There has to be another way."

"It's too late for that, JD. Once the jury comes back in the room, there will be no turning back."

"I know Buck. It's just that..."

"Buck, JD. The jury is back in the room."

"Seriously? They've only been gone for like five minutes!"

"I'm sorry, JD. If you want, I'll stay out here with you. Lord knows I can't be in there when they read their decision."

"Thanks, Vin, but I need to be in there. For Chris... and for Ezra."

"Don't be too loud when saying that. Ezra killed Chris, remember. He's a murder and doesn't deserve our sympathy."

"Brothers, it's time."

The jury entered the room and the judge turned to the juror number nine.

"Has the jury reached a verdict?"

"We have your honor."

"Ezra Standish, rise for the reading. How do you find the defendant?"

"We find, Ezra Standish, guilty of first-degree murder."

"Ezra Standish, you have been found guilty and will serve a life prison sentence with no foreseeable parole. Case dismissed."

At the slam of the gavel, Ezra swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to remain calm as handcuffs were placed around his wrist. He looked back at his old team. A few of them wouldn't even look at him as he was led away through a back door.

"I still think this is a stupid idea."

"Relax, Nathan. Ezra is a professional. He knows what he is doing."

"I don't understand how you're okay with this, Buck. I would've thought you would be the one to try and infiltrate the prison."

"If I could do it without being caught, I would. However, Ezra's the best undercover agent, and with the FBI wanting to throw him in prison already with all the shit they've been throwing on his name, he was our best bet to have it be believable. He'll find Chris, I know he will."

"That is if our information was correct and Chris is at Centennial Correction Facility."

"With it being maximum security, this is the only way of finding out the truth. We have a man working on the inside and says that it was Chris."

"Not that I don't trust you, kid, but Chris would've found a way to contact us if it was him."

"He did Buck, through the contact. We'll have to wait for Ezra to get there, and then we'll have to wait several weeks before we get someone out there for a visit."

"Damn if any of this could be simple."

So I basically have this being a modern version of Inmate 78 episode. Hopefully, there will be more to come. This is just a random musing after all.