I’m overtired with my brain in overdrive so it’s just a quick drabble to clear my head.

Set in an unspecified Modern AU

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“Ezra.”

“No. Just no.” Ezra wilted slightly at the continued glare. “I refuse to allow you to corrupt another talent, to twist it into this grotesque parody, Mr. Larabee.”

“Come on, Ez. We don’t gotta choice. If we ain’t got the piece by the 23rd, it’s all going to hell.” Vin spoke up to try to convince the still spluttering conman. Ezra stood firm for a moment before giving in to the soulful blue eyes.

“This is despicable and underhanded. I may never forgive you for this.” The black sheep of the team glared at the group before stepping away to make the call.

“Mr. Haversham. I may be calling in a marker for the Jade Fox.” Ezra sighed and held the phone away from his ear at the raised voice. “Yes, I am well aware I’ve fallen in with a bad crowd, but I need you to put me in touch with Neal.”

The others were shocked to see Ezra’s suddenly shaken expression, which was swiftly overcome by a grin as he glanced at Chris. “Really, he has a Suit of his own? Well, that might make things a little easier. Thanks, Moz. No, of course this doesn’t count: I said ‘maybe.’ Another time, my friend.” Ezra shut his phone with a snap.

“It seems we’ll be using one of your favours, not mine, Mr. Larabee. Contact Agent Peter Burke of the FBI. Apparently, he has a pet criminal of his own.” With a disdainful sniff the con artist stalked from the room.

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Disclaimer: White Collar & Magnificent 7 - not mine. Sigh.