Betrayal
Chapter One
Author's Note: Thanks to Malantha for the Chris/Mary
scene in chapter nine. This is set in the M7 ATF Universe, created by Mog.
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Chris Larabee woke up next to a warm body, in his and Ezra's bed at the ranch.
He wrapped his arm tighter around the waist, sleepily smiling, as he snuggled
closer. He shot completely awake when he heard a feminine voice say, "Chris? Are
you awake?"
'Am now,' he silently thought as he quickly sat up. He looked to his left and
saw that the face looking at him belonged to Mary Travis. He combed his fingers
through his hair and sighed. He had royally screwed up. What was he going to do?
"Mary? What exactly happened?" he hesitantly asked.
Her face quickly registered annoyance and she asked, "You don't remember? You
couldn't've been that drunk!" Smiling smugly, she added, "I rocked your world
last night."
Chris started getting flashes from their time together. He remembered going to
Inez's bar, that he and the whole team had dubbed The Saloon, and getting a
bottle of whiskey. The other guys, except for Ezra Standish, had been there with
him. But he hadn't been in the mood for company, he was missing his green-eyed
lover, Ezra. They had been dating for a year and had moved in together after
eight months. They were completely in love with each other.
Ezra was the undercover agent on their team, Denver's ATF Team Seven. And, he
had been undercover for two months, with just a few phone calls to brief them on
how the undercover operation was going. He had been in a bad mood the night
before and the other guys had finally had enough. Buck escorted him home and
told him to sleep it off. That Ezra wouldn't want him drinking like that.
He hadn't drunk like that since he and Ezra had gotten together. The undercover
agent said that he didn't like what happened to Chris when he was drunk. Chris
had a volatile temper at best when he started heavily hitting the bottle. The
next thing he remembered was Mary knocking on his door, asking if she could come
in. He had let her in, wanting to know why she was visiting so late. The next
thing he knew, she took off her tan ankle-length coat, showing him that she was
wearing nothing except a skimpy nightgown that left hardly anything to the
imagination.
She had started kissing him and his alcohol-soaked brain had started thinking
about Ezra, causing his body to start responding. Before he knew it, they were
having sex, in his and Ezra's bed.
"Oh my God, what have I done!," he yelled as he leaped off the bed,
keeping the sheet wrapped around his waist.
"What are you talking about? We just had a great night of sex," said Mary. She
didn't like the way Chris was acting, not at all. She thought that he had
enjoyed the sex the night before and had hoped for a repeat performance. She had
wanted the blond-haired green-eyed leader of Team Seven since she had met him.
She thought he would fall at her feet, most men did. She was used to being able
to get any man she chose. She had tried giving Chris some time, after he had
taken the job as the head of Team Seven.
Then she had found out that he was dating Ezra. A man for Godsakes! That
was a serious shot to her ego and her pride. She didn't know what to do. She had
tried a little subtle slander of Ezra at the ATF offices, but found out that the
little weasel had a lot of allies. Plus, her father-in-law, her late husband's
father, Orin Travis had told her that he was going to be finding out who was
talking and put a stop to it. Orin was the ATF director and a former Federal
Judge, she knew she would've been in serious trouble. So, she backed off. Then,
when she found out that Ezra had been gone for two months, she knew that now was
her chance. And, now Chris was acting like it had been a mistake.
Facing her, Chris growled, "Mary, you know I'm in a committed
relationship with Ezra. And, you also knew that I had been drinking heavily. You
had to have known it, I wasn't thinking. This was a huge mistake! I want
you to get dressed and get out!" With that said, Chris stalked into his bathroom
and slammed the door.
A few minutes later, he heard the front door slam shut and cautiously walked
back into his bedroom. He sat down on his bed, put his head in his hands, and
asked himself, "What the hell am I going to do!"