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The Change


DISCLAIMER: The Young Riders is the creation of Ed Spielman, and the property of Ogiens/Kane productions in association with MGM/UA television. The characters from the television program The Magnificent Seven are the property of Trilogy and The Mirisch Co. I am making no money from their use. This Story is created for entertainment purposes only, no infringement intended. Not to be copied without permission from the author.

RATINGS: PG - violence, mild language

WARNING: This Story contains an alternative Universe theme, specifically placing the TYR riders as an FBI CIRG team, if this type of story is not to your liking or will somehow offend you please delete this mail immediately and do not read any further. In addition it is a The Young Riders/The Magnificent Seven Crossover, so if crossovers are not your cup of tea, please go no further. Furthermore this story contain semi graphic images of a terrorism nature, if you feel this may disturb you please find a different story that you will enjoy.

NOTES: The song that inspired the Title is by Garth Brooks on his fresh horses album.

One hand reaches out
And pulls a lost soul from harm
While a thousand more go unspoken for
They say what good have you done
By saving just this one
Its like whispering your prayers
In the fury of a storm

I hear them saying
You’ll never change things
And no matter what you do
It’s still the same thing
But its not the world that I am changing
I do this so
This world will know that it will not change me
This heart still believes
That love and mercy still exist
While all the hatreds rage
And so many say
That love is all but pointless
And madness such as this
Its like trying to stop a fire with the moisture from a kiss

As long as one heart still holds on
Then hope is never really gone
And I hear them saying
You’ll never change things
and no matter what you do its still the same thing
But its not the world that I am changing
I do this so
This world will know that it will not change me
What I do is so
This world will know that it will not change me


Supervisory Special Agent Teaspoon Hunter scratched his head in consternation as he watched his crack Critical Incident Response Group move into the conference room for their first meeting in their new city.

His eyes surveyed the room slowly. He knew it had been a mistake to move the whole team, none of them seemed to be able to fit in, he wasn’t sure what the problem was. They had been here for two months now and still his entire team was edgy, if he didn’t know better he would call it homesick.

There were only 8 Critical Incident Response Groups in the country and he knew his team was one of the best, if not the best. They had been given an ultimatum, relocate to Denver or disband. The team had taken the only option that was viable to them in their own minds. They relocated. So the whole team had packed up and moved from Nebraska to Denver. Not that it was that far really, but it had unsettled the whole team, and an unsettled CIRG team was not a stable thing.

He looked to the end of the table and smiled at the harried blonde woman who was watching him closely. Office Services Manager Rachel Dunne had happily applied for transfer to swap locations with this team. She could have stayed in the Nebraska office and taken a different position but like the others, she couldn’t imagine a day without seeing the people she was proud to call family. She nodded her head in greeting and smiled broadly at Teaspoon when he glanced her way indicating that she was ready whenever he was for the meeting to start.

He surveyed his team carefully. Each of them young, enthusiastic Special Agents that had overcome their own personal problems as well as the stigma of being the youngest CIRG team to becoming the best. Each member, certainly individual in their own rights and an expert in his own field.

His team leader Special Agent Kevin Thomson, or as everyone in the team and in fact the Nebraska Office knew him as Kid, despite the fact that he was the oldest member of the team at 29, sat at the end of the table idly twirling a pen in his fingers, listening silently to the comedic banter of his teammates. Teaspoon knew that without the calming presence of this young man the team was a powderkeg waiting to explode. These volatile personalities together was just a fuse waiting to be lit, but somehow Kid managed to keep them under control, all without seeming to be controlling them.

Sitting to his right was the team weapons expert, Special Agent James Butler Hickock was just like his namesake. At 27 years of age he was volatile, charismatic and a genius with weapons. They had yet to find a weapon that Jimmy couldn’t handle. He shared almost a brotherly relationship with Kid, individually they were formidable men, together they were damn near infallible. Except for when they butted heads and then it always seemed to be a struggle of titanic proportions. Second in command of the team, he was an outstanding agent, though he often let his heart rule his head, which placed him in more volatile situations than he should be getting himself and his team into.

Agent Ike McSwain sat beside Jimmy, the often silent man, sat watching the banter between his best friend and the team joker. Despite the fact that Ike very rarely spoke, in fact he only spoke when it was completely necessary, he was the teams data and communications expert. He was fiercely loyal to all team members and especially his best friend. He was often frustrated by the fact that he was, at 25 the baby of the team even though he was far more qualified for the job then most of the team.

Teaspoon looked to the other side of the table at the only female team member. Louise McCloud, was an exceptional agent, a crack shot and an outstanding undercover agent. In fact she was one of the best operatives on his team. His only problem with her being on the team was the protective instincts she seemed to create in the other men. Often at no thought for their own safety they would get themselves into unnecessary situations to protect the tiny 27 year old woman. Who would later spends hours sometimes days taking her frustrations at their actions out on the rest of the team. Kid often bearing the brunt of her hissy fits.

Noah sat silently beside Louise, doodling on the foolscap pad he had in front of him. Teaspoon worried about the team EMT he seemed to be having the most trouble adjusting to the new surroundings. He was the last one to join the team, a recent graduate from Quantico after spending his initial working life as a paramedic. He often kept himself apart from the others, the chip on his shoulder almost visible to everyone else. That, however, didn’t interfere with his dedication to the other members of the team.

Buck sat beside Noah, intently watching the notes he had in front of him, he knew if he looked up he wouldn’t be able to keep a straight face. He tilted his head further forward so that his long black hair hid the slight smirk on his face. Teaspoon watched his team profiler trying to hide a chuckle and almost laughed himself. Buck Cross was probably the best criminal profiler in the country, yet it was something that seemed to take no effort from him at all. Add that to his deadly ability with a knife and his keen tracking skills and he made an exceptional agent.

The final member of the team, was still posturing at the end of the table dusting imaginary lint from his incredibly outlandish fringed buckskin jacket, amusing the others that surrounded him no end. His long blonde hair, tied back in a pony tail, his muscular physique hugged lovingly by the jacket, he could not hide the mischievous twinkle in his ice blue eyes as he looked up at his boss.

“I Trust Special Agent Cody” Teaspoon spoke “You are not planning on regaling us with this sort of display every time you buy a new jacket” he couldn’t help but hear the chuckles from around the table.

“But it’s a good jacket” William Frederick Cody stated with a pout as he sank into the chair beside Buck.

“Yeah” Buck spoke without lifting his head “If you were really the buffalo hunter your namesake was”

The loud guffaws of laughter from around the table impressed Teaspoon. Finally they were starting to find their feet. Maybe they would be alright here after all. He nodded his head at Rachel who dimmed the lights and resumed her seat in time to see Teaspoon start his presentation of the teams next case.

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