How DID He Get That Car?
          ATF/AU
          By: Mog

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          Disclaimers: Characters belong to Mirisch/Watson/Trilogy Prod/CBS-just
          borrowing, not making money
          Rating: PG (one or two bad words)
          Author's Notes: This is the explanation I came up with.  If anyone else out
          there has a different (read: better) idea, I would be delighted to read it.
          I'm never too proud to move over & go with another situation. ;-)

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          Atlanta: Early Summer 1994

          Ezra slumped back in the large overstuffed chair in his living room as the
          message on his answering machine finished playing. The Whirlwind was in
          town.

          Only in his inner thoughts did Ezra ever refer to his mother as 'The
          Whirlwind'.  But that's exactly what she was. Blowing into his life,
          stirring things up and blowing back out.  It had been better as of late; she
          had been living in Manhattan with her latest acquisition.  Leopold Von
          Hauken.  Husband number five, or was it six?

          Ezra shook his head at the mental picture that sprang to mind with the name
          Leopold.  He couldn't believe someone had actually named their child that.
          He had yet to meet the man.

          Maude had been married just over two months, the first month having been
          spent in Switzerland and Germany on honeymoon and the second, redecorating
          Leopold's home in New York.  If there was one thing that Maude Standish did
          well, it was marry.

          But now she was here, in Atlanta, and she wanted to get together with her
          'darlin' baby boy' for drinks and dinner.  A lot of drinks if Ezra had his
          way.  Standish knew that a well-spaced collection of Absolut martinis was
          escapism, but let a shrink or an AA counselor spend an evening completely
          sober with 'The Whirlwind' and he bet they wouldn't criticize his methods.

          He picked her up at her hotel at eight and was surprised when Maude said
          they had a table at nine at Café Sofie's.  Their waiting list was usually at
          least three to four weeks for reservations.  Well, maybe he wasn't so
          surprised.  It was Maude, after all.

          Dinner was nothing out of the ordinary.  She apologized for Leopold, he
          really had wanted to come with her but, when business calls, one must
          answer.  So it was just mother and son.

          The conversation was typical.  How was he doing? Was he seeing anyone? Was
          he still working at  'that job'?  'Fine, mother.'  'No, mother'.  'There's
          nothin' wrong with bein' a federal agent, mother.'

          Ezra realized, as he ordered his first martini, that he did have to drive
          home that evening so he behaved himself, having only one glass of Chardonnay
          with dinner and an orange Muscat with dessert.

          Dinner had ended, he had survived.  And as he stood out front, Maude's arm
          resting on his, he handed his claim check to the valet and allowed himself a
          slight smile. 'It hadn't been that bad.'

          "Here you are, sir."  Taking his keys, Ezra caught the valet's expression,
          the boy had a grin on his face as if he was keeping the world's most
          wonderful secret.  It was then that Ezra saw the Jaguar.

          "Uh, pardon me. I believe there's been a mistake, this isn't my car."

          Maude squeezed her son's arm tightly. "It is now!"

          Ezra blinked several times and stared at her in utter confusion. He replied
          slowly, turning to the valet. "Noooo, my car is the '83 Saab."  He paused,
          switching his focus to Maude, "Grey."  He stared again at the valet, "Two
          door."

          "Not anymore!"  His mother just smiled brightly at him.

          Ezra was trying to collect himself and figure out exactly what Maude was
          talking about. "What do mean 'not anymore'?"

          She guided him toward the open door of the auto, "Oh, don't worry, darlin',
          I had them transfer everything out of that old beast of yours before they
          took it away."

          Ezra stopped firmly, dropping his mother's arm.  " 'Took it away'?"

          "Yes," she answered, matter-of-factly, "Leopold, that dear man, arranged for
          it.  He owns seventeen dealerships here on the East Coast.  He just wanted
          to express his gratitude toward the man who would share me with him."

          " 'Took it away'?"

          The valet was still grinning stupidly at the couple, Maude leaned toward her
          son and whispered in a subtle fashion, "Tip the boy, dear."

          The best description of Ezra's condition was bewildered.  He withdrew his
          wallet from the inside pocket of his suit jacket and pulled a bill from it,
          slipping it to the young man who disappeared with a nod and a wink.

          Standish turned to his mother. " 'Took it away'?!"

          Maude couldn't quite understand her son's reaction.  "Yes, darlin'.
          Wouldn't make much sense for you to keep it."

          Ezra took his mother's hands in his, "I..have...a car."

          She was still smiling as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "Of course you
          do. Now have a seat so when I tell Leopold how handsome you look in it, I
          won't be lyin'."

          She pushed him into the leather interior.  "There.Ya see."  She lowered her
          voice, "Just because you're employed as a civil servant does not mean you
          must look like one."

          Ezra kept his feet planted firmly on the pavement and shook his head in
          denial. "No...mother. I drive a Saab...I like my Saab. This...this is a
          Jaguar."

          Maude really was trying to be patient.  She looked down at him sitting in
          the car and smiled that smile at him again. "Yes. I had Leopold order black,
          somethin' subtle, yet stylish."

          She glanced quickly at her watch.  "Oh my goodness, I have a plane to
          catch."  She kissed Ezra lightly on the cheek.  "I must get back to the
          hotel, now don't you worry, I'll take a cab."

          She waved slightly at one of the nearby taxis, "Just sign the papers there
          in the glove box and mail them in.  There's an envelope there, as well."

          Ezra rose from the driver's seat to catch her but Maude was already in the
          Yellow cab.  "Mother...?!"

          She wove as it pulled away, "I'll call ya, darlin'. I'll tell Leopold you
          said 'hello'."

          Ezra continued to stare at the taillights of the taxi till it turned the
          corner and disappeared from view.  He turned back to the XKE, walking slowly
          toward it.  Moving cautiously, he settled himself behind the wheel.

          'This...is a Jaguar. I'm sittin' in a Jaguar. A brand new, 1994 XKE
          Jaguar...with twenty-three miles on it.'

          His head fell forward onto the steering wheel. 'The Whirlwind has just been
          upgraded to a tornado.'
           

          Ezra really did make an attempt to get back his Saab, but like most times in
          his life, Maude succeeded in winning.

          So he did the next best thing.  He tried to hide it.

          He took to finding stalls in the farthest out-reaches of the parking garage
          at work.  Slinking to the elevator in hopes that he wouldn't be seen by his
          co-workers.

          That lasted all of a week and a half.

          "Damn, Standish, where'd ya jack the car from?  You seen that Jag?"

          "That's yours?  Jeezus, Ezra, if you look too much like one a' the bad guys,
          we'll end up bustin' you by mistake."

          He ignored them at first, favoring them only with silence and a
          condescending smile. There was no way, in hell, ever that he would say it
          was a gift from his mother's latest husband.  His southern pride was much
          too strong.

          Occasionally he would shoot back a retort. "Your wife gave it to me...and it
          wasn't even my birthday."

          "I impounded it after I caught the mayor with a couple of workin' girls in
          the back seat, ask your sister, she was there."

          "Well, maybe, if you didn't spend all your money on that fine JC Penney Hunt
          Club wardrobe you could save up and get one for yourself."

          After a while the questions stopped...at least, the ones to his face did.
          Ezra was soon to find out that where questions stopped, rumors usually
          started.

          fin
           
           
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