Paradise Lost

by Tiffiny

Do I know you? The words echoed loudly in the suddenly quiet room. You could have heard the proverbial pin drop.

Chris just stared in shock at the sharpshooter. How could Vin not know him? He knew Ezra. Chris didn't know what to say. What to do. Not a common occurence for the ATF leader.

"The name's Chris." was what he finally managed to choke out. He immediately felt like a fool as everyone's head swiveled in his direction.

"Nice to meet ya. Hope you won't be offended when I say I wish it hadn't been necessary." Vin's rueful grimace of pain would've taken the sting out of the words for any ordinary person. But not for Chris Larabee. For Chris it was like rubbing salt in an open wound.

All eyes had turned back to the sharpshooter as he spoke. Now they looked at Chris, awaiting his response. He began to feel like he was at some surreal tennis match.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't force the words out. His throat felt tight. And it hurt. Along with the rest of him.

"I'll go run and get the doctor." Nathan volunteered quickly. He'd seen the white, taut look of Chris's face. The look in his eyes. He gave Vin a brief pat on the shoulder and left the room after giving Chris a smile of encouragement on his way out.

"Yeah. He'll probably want to take a look at me, huh?" Vin peered at the cast on his left arm and then reached up to gingerly touch his head with his free hand. He frowned at the IV and then looked up at Ezra who still stood at the side of the bed.

"What the hell happened to me?" Vin demanded.

"You uh... A car..." The southern agent stopped, at a loss for words.

"You really don't remember Chris? After he saved your life and everything?" JD was incredulous. It sounded like something that happened in those soaps the girls in Casey's dorm were always watching. Not like something that happened to one of your friends.

"Saved my life? What're you talkin' about, JD?" Vin turned puzzled eyes in JD's direction.

"He... ouch!" JD broke off to glare indignantly at Josiah who'd just calmly put all his not inconsiderable weight on JD's canvas covered foot. Converse sneakers were no match for steel toed work boots.

"I think we should wait until Nathan gets back with the doctor before we disturb Vin with our account of events." JD, after a quick look at the ex preacher, glanced sheepishly down at the floor.

"Sorry, Vin. I reckon Josiah's right." The young agent turned to Chris. "I didn't mean..."

"It's ok, JD." Chris cut off the rest of the young man's words.

"I'm really sorr..." JD tried again to apologize. He'd finally noticed the pain that Chris couldn't quite hide.

"Just leave it, JD. Please." Chris felt old and tired. And cold. Like he'd never be warm again.

"What..." Vin began to ask, exasperation apparent in his tone.

"Ah, Mr. Tanner. It's nice to see you're finally awake." The doctor breezed into the room, with Nathan following closely on his heels.

"Can someone PLEASE tell me what the HELL is goin' on here?" Vin winced as his head began throbbing in response to his agitated state. He sank back into the pillows, feeling drained after his brief spurt of anger.

"Why don't we begin with what you remember? And then we'll run you downstairs to take a few tests. We have to make certain everything is in proper working order, you know." The doctor smiled genially, obviously trying to diffuse some of the tension that permeated the room.

Vin frowned, not entirely happy with that, but lacking the energy to argue further.

"I was crossing the street. Going somewhere. Can't recollect exactly where. Then there was a car. And then I woke up here."

"Uh huh..." The doctor made a few notes on the clipboard he held. "Do you know where you work? Where you live? What your full name is?"

"I'm a federal agent with the Denver ATF. I live in a neighborhood that ain't called Purgatorio for nothin'. And my name is Vin Tanner. Now what's with these questions?" Vin scowled suspiciously.

"It's common procedure when there has been a case of head trauma. Now how about we get you ready to go get those tests done?" Ringing for the nurse, the doctor left the room.After a quick look at Chris, Buck and Nathan quietly followed the doctor out.

A nurse entered the room just seconds later with a couple of orderlies. Quickly and efficiently, they transferred the sharpshooter to a gurney and wheeled him out of the room. The confused, half frightened, look in his eyes cut Chris to the core. Unconsciously, his gaze went to Ezra. The southern agent appeared to understand their leader's silent message, for he gave a brief salute and hurried to catch up with Vin and his escorts.

"I'm gonna run down to the cafeteria and get something to eat. You want anything?" JD fidgeted uncomfortably.

"No. Thanks." What Chris wanted wasn't for sale. The assurance that he would regain the use of his legs. The assurance that Vin would be ok. And most of all the assurance that he hadn't lost Vin for good.

"Ok. I'll be back in a bit. Tell Buck where I went, would you, Josiah?" JD left with all possible speed, glad to be getting away for a bit. Not an uncommon feeling this day.

"Chris? I wish I could tell you everything will be all right, but I don't know that. What I do know is that Vin and the rest of us are your friends, whether he remembers that right now or not. And the Good Lord knows it, too." Josiah paused. It was damn hard to find something to say. He couldn't even think of an appropriate quote from the Bible. Trust these men to find a situation that confounded logic and reason, as well as faith.

"If we're friends, why is it that he remembers everyone but me?" The words and tone were cool and composed , but Chris's expression was oddly vulnerable.

"Maybe the doctor will have some explanation. There's always a reason, Brother. For everything."

"That's what I'm afraid of." Chris's whispered reply went unheard as Nathan and Buck reentered the room.

"Why don't you try and get some sleep, Chris? It will be a while before they get through with Vin." Nathan suggested, frowning slightly as he took in Chris's haggard appearance.

"I'll just swing by the office and let AD Travis know what's going on then, while you're resting." Josiah had also noticed Chris's tired, drawn face.

I'll go find JD and the two of us'll stick around for a while longer. Til them docs are done with Vin." Buck looked at Josiah. "Any idea where the hell the kid went?"

"Cafeteria." Chris rasped out. He appreciated his friends being there for him, but right now he wanted to be alone. He was too tired - too hurt - to keep up a front.

"Hospital food. I don't know how he can eat that crap.Even I don't like it." Buck muttered as he left the room, tossing a quick farewell to the others over his shoulder.

"I'll be fine. Think I will actually try and sleep some." Chris tried to smile as he reassured his two remaining friends, who were obviously reluctant to leave him alone.

"Now don't go worryin' and frettin' about things, Chris. Best thing for you and Vin both is to get some rest and let your bodies heal." With that final bit of advice, Nathan allowed Josiah to lead him away.

The room was now silent. Chris was alone with his thoughts. Thoughts that would not allow him to rest until far into the night. He didn't know how many hours later it was when he awoke to find the doctor there, but there was bright sunlight streaming in through the window on the far side of the room.

"I have some good news and some bad news, Mr. Larabee. Which would you like to hear first?"

FOUR

"The bad news." Chris Larabee was not a man who believed in mincing words. Nor was he a man to hide from unpleasant truths. No matter how much he might wish otherwise.

The doctor glanced down at the clipboard in his hands and then looked up at Chris with a sigh. "Well, Mr. Larabee, yours is an unusual case on many counts. We have two federal agents, both of whom have been patients at this hospital often enough to qualify as part time residents, if your records are any indication. One of you is suffering from partial amnesia, the other is severely injured, physically. You are each listed as the other's next of kin. You also have been granted the power to make any and all decisions concerning Mr. Tanner in case he should become incapacitated." The doctor paused and Chris began frowning. He knew all this already. When was the man going to get to the point?

"The good news and the bad news seem to be one and the same thing in this case. In fact, this whole situation is rather hazy in terms of ethics and responsibility. Normally, I would not discuss Mr. Tanner's condition without his express permission, but given his amnesia and the fact that you do hold power of attorney, I felt that it might be beneficial to keep you apprised of certain matters."

"What matters would those be?" Chris asked, with some asperity, when the doctor paused yet again. He wished the man would just spit it the hell out, whatever it was.

"I won't know for certain until all of Mr. Tanner's test results have come back and I have consulted a little more with the psychiatrist evaluating his condition, but it is my considered opinion that Mr. Tanner's memory loss is psychological in nature, rather than physical. Which means that is highly possible he may fully regain his memory. But only if he is able to come to terms with whatever caused the loss in the first place. Many people never do."

"You're saying Vin wanted to forget me, and this just gave him the perfect opportunity." It was a statement, not a question. Chris had no doubt whatsoever that the doctor was right. And it hurt more than he'd ever imagined. To know that his lover had so casually wiped their relationship from memory, subconsciously or not, caused his chest to tighten in pain. And then he felt a spurt of anger flare deep in his gut. How dare Vin do this? Leave Chris to pick up the shreds of his life alone?

"No, Mr. Larabee, that is not what I am saying." The doctor was emphatic. "What I am saying is that Mr. Tanner's mind simply chose to shut down for a time as a way of dealing with whatever difficulties he is having. I don't know the details of your relationship with Mr. Tanner, but it may not even have anything to do with you. You understand?"

"Yeah." Chris spoke wearily, his brief flare of anger extinguished. The hurt remained unchanged, however. That would take much longer to go away, if it ever did. He could speak from personal experience on that. Far too much personal experience.

"Will he get his memory back?" Chris wondered if it even mattered. How goddamn unhappy had Vin been in their relationship, anyway? Maybe the sharpshooter was the lucky one, starting over, with a clean slate. No messy feelings to contend with. No need to worry about telling their friends anything. No reason to feel crushing pain in his chest. Right now that sounded pretty good to Chris.

"I can't tell you that. I wish I could. I am aware of how difficult this must be for you. It is my suggestion that you see a counselor yourself to help you deal with your situation." The doctor stopped, clearly awaiting Chris's response.

"No." Chris's tone left no room for argument. The doctor pursed his lips but wisely decided not to press the issue.

"Perhaps one of your friends, then?"

"No." Chris stared at the doctor, his eyes a flat, uncompromising green.

"Ah... well...if you should change your mind, I can recommend several good..."

"Thank you." Chris cut him off firmly.

Sighing in defeat, the doctor glanced down at his clipboard. "I'll inform you of any further developments. Until matters are less... unresolved however, I feel that it might be a good idea to place Mr. Tanner in another room. It's best not to overwhelm him with reminders for now. And you either, for that matter. Neither of you are in top form." The doctor essayed a brief smile, which went unreturned by the stony faced man lying so pale and still in the bed.

"That might be best." Chris marveled at how calm he sounded. Sometimes his control surprised even himself. Because what he really wanted to do was scream, cry, cuss, shoot something. Anything but lay here, helpless, while his life crumbled to pieces around him.

"If there's anything you wish to..."

"No." Chris didn't much care if he was making the man's job more difficult or not. He didn't much care about anything right now.

"All right. Well, on to the good news then. I believe the test results will show that Mr. Tanner's physical condition is relatively good, considering. He should make a full physical recovery with no trouble." The word "physical" was emphasized slightly. Chris stared at the doctor, wanting him to go away. Wanting it all to go away. The silence in the room lengthened as Chris made no response. Finally the doctor shifted uncomfortably and tried another brief smile.

"I guess that's it, then. I'll be back to check on you later. By tomorrow the swelling should have gone down some...if it's going to... and we'll be able to tell a bit more about your condition." The doctor reached out and patted Chris awkwardly on the shoulder. "Try and get some rest. I'll send Mr. Dunne and Mr. Wilmington in to see you, if you'd like. I believe they're around here somewhere."

"No." It seemed to be the only word Chris was able to force out of his tight, parched throat. He supposed he should get used to it. The word was likely going to figure prominently in his future - No reaching out to Vin in the middle of the night, no arguing over whose turn it was to do the dishes, no camping trips together, no anything.

And there would be no more Magnificent Seven, either, if he didn't regain the use of his legs. He'd have to give up his job, the only other thing in his life that he loved. Hell, who was he kidding? There was no Magnificent Seven anymore. Now they were only six. He suddenly felt as if he'd ceased to exist, not just to the sharpshooter but to everyone he knew. Everyone that mattered. He had the sharp, irrational urge to tell the doctor he'd changed his mind. To send Buck and JD in. That he wanted, needed, to see his reflection in their eyes, to know that he was Chris Larabee. But he fought down the urge, knowing how foolish it was.

He watched the doctor walk out of the room, shaking his head. Because Chris was a stubborn bastard who was too proud for his own good. Condemning himself to suffer in silence. Alone. But without Vin or Sarah there to laugh at him, then pull him close, alone was all he knew how to be.

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Vin clutched the side of the gurney with his good hand, the one that wasn't in a cast. He felt such a bewildering mix of emotions that he didn't know where to start. Confusion, Anger, Pain, Guilt, Fear. They were all there, just waiting for him to make sense of everything. An impossible task. How the hell was he supposed to make sense of anything when he couldn't even remember the man who'd saved his life, the one that JD and the others apparently all knew, the one that they had obviously expected he would know, as well?

Chris. That had been the man's name. Vin strained to recall something. Anything. But his mind remained stubbornly blank. So far as he knew, he'd never laid eyes on that man til just a few minutes ago, and he found it hard to believe that he could have forgotten the man so completely. He wasn't the type of man that you forgot. Even lying in some hospital bed, he'd had a commanding presence. And the way he'd said Vin's name, as if he'd just won the lottery or been granted a pardon just before the firing squad commenced shooting. Vin had never heard anyone sound so... happy. Made his head hurt, wondering why that man, the one he couldn't remember, had been so damn glad to see him open his eyes. Ez and the others had been glad, too. He knew they were. But not like... Chris.

"Ez?" Vin turned his head to look at the southern agent.

"Yes, Vin?" Ezra was almost able to mask his feelings with his usual coolly amused drawl, but Vin knew him just a bit too well. He could see the slight darkening of the green eyes and hear the nearly imperceptible strain in the voice. Ezra was uncomfortable, nervous, concerned about more than just Vin's injuries. Which meant that this Chris guy was important to all of them, whoever he was. Dammit! Why the hell couldn't he remember? He wondered if there was anything else he was forgetting, anyone else he didn't know. He grabbed Ezra's sleeve, needing to ask the southerner.

"Is there anyone else I..." He hesitated, feeling absurdly guilty. As if by admitting that he didn't remember Chris, he'd make it official. Make it real.

Ezra glanced at the doctor, who nodded. "I believe you managed to assign the proper names to the proper individuals, Mr. Tanner. Except for..." Ezra paused, as if he too were unwilling to say the words. Make it real.

"Except for," Vin repeated dully. His head ached suddenly and his arm hurt and he wished he'd never woken up from that damn coma. If he was unable to trust his own mind, his own memory, then what the hell was he going to do? Would they even let him go to work like that? A crawling sensation, like that of a thousand insects, began creeping over his skin. Knowing that everyone else knew things about him that he didn't know unnerved him. It was as if two people were inhabiting his body and one of the two was a stranger.

"Here we are." The nurse smiled at him and out of sheer reflex, he smiled back. Never had he felt less like smiling though. The corners of his mouth turned back down in an effort to stop the sudden trembling of his lips. That's all he needed, to start blubberin' like a baby in front of everyone.

"What tests?" The words came out through stiff lips. Unconsciously, he reached for Ezra's sleeve again and felt the southerner lay a reassuring hand on him.

"I shall be right outside, Vin, perusing the latest thrilling release of, " Ezra glanced over at the battered, worn table next to an equally battered chair, " the ever popular Reader's Digest. Or perhaps there will be a National Geographic to titillate me." The voice, despite the light, mocking words, was reassuring. And Vin felt himself relax a bit, sheepishly releasing the now rather wrinkled sleeve of Ezra's suit coat.

"We have to do a CAT scan and several other tests in order to assess your condition and make certain there is no residual damage from the time spent in a coma. I also want to check your arm and give the rest of you a once over, as well. And then you'll be talking to a psychiatrist. Standard practice in cases of amnesia." The doctor motioned for the orderlies to wheel the gurney into the next room and Vin glanced back at Ezra, suddenly feeling very alone. And not brave at all.

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The doctor disappeared after asking Vin several more questions, while the trim blonde technician busied herself preparing to administer the tests. Vin had never been so glad to see the backside of anyone in his life. The man had quickly gotten on Vin's nerves. The way he asked his questions in that bland, neutral voice. The way he wrote down Vin's answers on his everpresent clipboard. The way he tapped his pencil, not quite impatiently, each time Vin hesitated. It was plain as the nose on your face that the doctor thought Vin was crazy, that he was forgetting on purpose or something. Why would he do that? What the hell could that Chris fella have done that would cause Vin to completely and utterly lose every shred of memory about him? That thought opened up a whole new can of worms that Vin wasn't sure he wanted to deal with. Maybe he was better off not remembering. But no, that was a coward's way out. And he was a Tanner, dammit!

The doctor returned just as the technician was removing the last electrode."I think that should do it, Mr. Tanner. Dr. Kendall, our resident psychiatrist, just has a few questions and then you can go back to your room and rest." The doctor glanced measuringly at him before continuing. "I'm having you placed in a different room, a private one. You have been through a very traumatic time and it's important that you have no... disturbances."

Yep. The doctor thought he was crazy. He might even be right. Vin had been wondering how the hell he was gonna be able to go back to that room and face Chris, dreading it. But now he felt a flicker of... Upset? Pain? Almost as if he wanted to stay in that room, near Chris. The same man he'd obviously done his level best to forget. Great. Just dandy. Not only was he crazy, but now it seemed he couldn't even make up his damn mind.

The sharpshooter closed his eyes. He didn't open them, even when the doctor left the room, presumably to go torture some other patient for a while. He felt himself being wheeled back out into the small waiting area. He still didn't open his eyes, though, not until he felt a warm hand lightly brush his arm.

"They assure me they are almost finished with you for the day. More welcome words I have never heard. Nor you either, I suspect." Ezra stretched muscles that were stiff and aching.

"Ez? Do ya think I... Will...?" Vin stopped, feeling foolish. He was a grown man. Not a child.

"Yes, Vin. I think everything will be just fine." Ezra's voice was gentle as he spoke the words Vin wanted to hear. The ones they both knew were a lie.

FIVE

"Woohoo. That's the best damn news I've heard in a month of Sundays. I'll be there first thing in the morning, pard." Buck Wilmington's grin threatened to split his face in two if it grew any wider. A second later however, the grin gave way to a frown.

"What do you mean you'll take care of it? You ain't gonna do no such thing, ya hear?" Buck made a shushing motion at JD with his hand as the younger man started to say something. Josiah and Nathan had pulled up a couple of chairs and were listening avidly to the conversation as well, although they had sense enough not to interrupt. At least not yet. Ezra had stayed at his desk, but his green eyes were focused on Buck and it was clear he was listening to every word. The only exception was Vin. The sharpshooter had his head bent, lips pressed firmly together and was diligently occupied writing something at his desk, adjacent to Ezra. Or at least, he was pretending real hard to be doing that.

"Chris, why do ya have to be such a goddamn stubborn, pigheaded, contrary bastard? I've got a good mind to call your doc and tell him what a fool thing you plan on doing." Buck was mad and it showed. There was none of the usual rough affectionate teasing in the words. He said what he meant and meant what he said. And Chris's next words apparently did nothing to placate him.

"Don't give me none of that crap. You ain't gonna have a job to come back to if AD Travis hears from your doctor. And from me." Buck hadn't spent a dozen years in friendship with Chris Larabee without learning a thing or two about threatening people.

"Glad to hear it. I just knew you could be a reasonable man if you put your mind to it." Buck heroically repressed any hint of the smugness he felt at emerging victorious from battle. He cuffed JD lightly and shook his head as the young agent nearly bounced up and down in his chair with frustration. He wanted to know what the heck was going on! JD couldn't stand not knowing things.

"Uh huh. I know. I will. Ok. Ok. Yeah, same here." Buck hung up the phone with a grunt.

"Well?" JD finally demanded when Buck didn't say anything.

"Yes. Do tell what our illustrious leader said to get you into such an irate frame of mind."

"I'll give you two guesses." Buck rolled his eyes.

"He doesn't need any help getting home from the hospital." Nathan volunteered confidently.

"And he can manage perfectly fine on his own once he's home, thank you very much." Josiah sighed and shook his head. "As tempting as it might be to let him find out differently, I assume I'll still be going with you tomorrow to the hospital?"

"Yep. Ornery as Chris is feelin', I'm wondering if we should take Nathan along with us to help hogtie him."

"Hell, it would take more than that, Buck." Nathan snorted. "Maybe I should borrow a few tranquilizers from one of the EMT's for you and Josiah to use on him."

"Don't think it hasn't crossed my mind, pard." Buck sighed. "Chris ain't the easiest person in the world to help."

"When's he coming back to work?" Nathan asked, frowning. It had been a long hard road for Chris Larabee. He still had to use a cane to get around, but whether he'd even be able to walk again had been touch and go for a while. Chris wouldn't allow any of them to see his physical therapy sessions, nor did he ever make any mention of them, but Nathan had done some research and talked to a few friends in the medical field, and he knew just how painful those sessions must be.

"Doc said a week. But he's on desk duty til further notice. Just like..." Buck trailed off as he glanced at Vin. The sharpshooter still hadn't said a word since the phone call from Chris had come in. Vin had finally been allowed to come back to work himself a couple of weeks ago. But he was stuck in the office til either his memory came back or until the powers that be decided his amnesia wasn't going to affect his job performance. Needless to say, this hadn't set well with Vin.

"You don't have to act like I'm gonna have a breakdown every time you say his goddamn name." Vin snapped, finally looking up from his desk. He hated the way the others looked guilty every time they talked about Chris in front of him nowadays. He hated even more that he still couldn't remember anything about the man who'd apparently not only been his boss, but his best friend as well. He'd tried so hard at first. They all had. He'd asked the others endless questions and they'd recited endless stories about him and Chris. About all of them. He could remember the events themselves. And he had absolutely no trouble remembering the other fellas. The time JD drank too much of that mint liquer stuff Maude had brought back from Paris and got sick. The time Buck volunteered them all to be judges in what he thought was a beauty contest and they had wound up at a 4-H fair handing out blue ribbons to kids' prized sheep. Yep. He could remember every damn one of those things. But where Chris should have been, according to the others at least, there was nothing but a gaping hole.

"We don't think that, Vin. It's just that... well it hasn't been exactly comfortable around the two of you lately. With you being prickly as a hedgehog and Chris making a rock look downright talkative in comparison, you can't blame a man for treading cautiously." Josiah had a way of pointing things out that you'd been hoping no one had noticed.

"Sorry." Vin muttered. He sounded ungracious and he knew it, but it was the best he could do right now. It beat the hell out of jumping up and down on his desk screaming in frustration, which was what he really wanted to do. Maybe he should. He was already half crazy, why not make it official? Then he could retire to a nice padded cell where no one would care if he even remembered his own name, let alone someone else's. Damn Chris Larabee anyway.

Oh, that's right charitable of ya, Tanner. The man's been in the hospital for over a month and the best you can do is visit him twice and spend a couple of hours talking about the football. You don't even know if he likes football. Or you didn't til Buck told you. And now you have the gall to curse the man cause <b>you</b> can't remember.

"Would I be correct in assuming that nothing has been said to Mr. Larabee of our plan to assume responsibility for his well being until he is fully recovered?" Ezra raised his eyebrow in question as he looked at Buck.

"You would be correct in assuming that very thing, pard. What Chris don't know won't hurt us." Buck grinned.

"Until you get him home and he sees you are not leaving." Ezra observed sardonically.

"Well, no plan is perfect. But you can have first crack at convincing Chris of the plan's merits, if you like." Buck offered generously, casting Ezra a wicked smile.

"No. No. That's quite all right. You may have the first err.. crack with my blessing. I shall wait my turn." Ezra replied hurriedly.

"When is your turn?" JD wanted to know. "Cause I'm after Josiah, who's after Buck. Are you after me? Or is it Nathan? Or is..." It was JD's turn to trail off as he glanced in Vin's direction. "Maybe we should write up a schedule or something." JD resumed speaking after another quick look in Vin's direction.

"You can add my name to the list, JD." Vin spoke through clenched teeth. He didn't know if it was a good idea or not. Chris hadn't exactly welcomed him with open arms the two times he'd been back to the hospital since his own release. It wasn't that he was particularly unfriendly or unpleasant. It was just that he wasn't much of anything. The man might as well be made of ice for all the emotion he showed. Except for the very first time he could recall hearing Chris say his name, when Vin had first woken up after the accident. Chris had sounded so... happy then. Vin couldn't get the sound of that out of his head. It came to him at odd moments. It made him feel a strange mix of warm pleasure and angry annoyance. Vin didn't have to remember the man to guess that it was not an unusual reaction to have where Chris Larabee was concerned.

"Are you sure?" JD began, then abruptly fell silent, wincing slightly and rubbing his shin where Buck had kicked him.

"You can be after Ezra. How's that?" Buck hadn't quite given up hope yet that Vin would remember one day. Vin wished he were as hopeful about that.

"Fine." Vin ducked his head and went back to work. Pretending to work is more like it. What are you tryin' to prove anyway, Tanner?

One by one the other men returned to their desks and resumed their own work. Their leader was finally coming home. Buck just hoped it was where he still belonged. Cause he didn't know what Chris would do if it wasn't. He didn't know what any of them would do.

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