Author's Note: This is one of my earlier fanfics, written in 2003. This is just an effort to get all my fics in one place.

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Title: Second Chances

Author: GwenythH

Rating: T

Warnings: language and mild violence

Universe: ATF AU

Summary: My take on Ezra's first days as part of the team.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters; so don't sue me, please. I do not own the ATF universe, that's all Mog. (The genius.)

I'd like to thank Steph for the awesome job she did beta reading for me. Her comments and positive feedback were a great help.

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Second Chances

Prologue Atlanta - April 1998

Frank Horner picked up the telephone and began to dial his old friend's number. The man would be in his office, Horner was sure of it.

This is for the kid's own good, he thought. He'll get himself killed if he stays here.

Horner knew the rumors were destroying not only Ezra Standish's career, but also what little faith the young man had in himself and those around him.

Someone finally picked up the phone on the other end. "Travis," a weary voice answered.

"Hey Orin. It's Frank."

"Frank, how have you been?" He noted Travis's voice seemed to gain a little cheer. Speaking with a friend can do that for you.

"Good. And you?"

"I've had my hands full with this new ATF unit that's being formed." Travis paused and Horner swore he could hear the gears grinding in the man's head.

"So, why did you call?"

Horner laughed. "It's about your ATF unit."

"Hmmmmm. It's not really mine. I had to give Chris Larabee free reign to get him to agree to head it. He's hand-picking his agents."

"Oh no, but knowing you, you're still very much involved in the process."

Travis harrumphed. "I try."

"Has Larabee found himself an undercover?"

"No, not that I'm aware of. Why?"

"I have the man for you. Ezra Standish is the best undercover I've known."

"And you're willing to let him go?" Travis asked suspiciously.

"I'll be honest with you. He needs to get away from Atlanta and the FBI. Rumors are killing his career. He's been labeled as crooked - but he's not."

"And you're sure?"

"I know this kid, Orin. He's as clean as you."

He could hear Travis sigh. "Fax me his records, but I make no guarantees."

"Thanks. I know your man needs Standish, and he needs this chance."

TBC…