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Warning: Language
Summary: Taking time to figure out what happened and where to go while a team member still heals.
Right before the sun started coming up they finally got B.A. situated in Maggie’s guest bedroom. Murdock in true Murdock fashion was asleep the minute he sprawled face down on the couch. Face watched him for a minute, hoping the pilot wouldn’t drool too much all over the throw pillows before walking onto the porch where Hannibal was leaning against the railing lighting a cigar.
“What happened?”
Face shook his head. “I don’t know. Something’s not right. She didn’t call. There’s a reason.”
“Maybe that reason’s a promotion, kid.”
“No, no she wouldn’t. How many times has she already risked her ass for us?” Face tried to keep the irritation out of his voice. Why in the hell hadn’t Charissa called?
The door softly clicked open and Maggie stepped on the porch.
“Bosco is doing well. I’m going to try and get some sleep myself.”
Face caught the glance of invitation she gave Hannibal before he walked closer to her and put a hand on her elbow.
“Thank you, Maggie.”
‘This is so uncomfortable.’ Face turned to look out at a very interesting spot in the front yard. He’d known Hannibal long enough that he’d seen his CO with women before but this was something different. ‘Oh Peck, you fucking bastard don’t laugh.’ He bit the inside of his cheek as he glanced out of the corner of his eye to see Hannibal leaning down towards Maggie.
Once she walked back into the house, Face finally felt safe to turn around.
“So um…” ‘Oh shit here it comes’ He couldn’t stop the grin that crept onto his face. “How do you know each other?”
“Well, we met in the first Gulf War. Maggie was a Captain, a doctor where we were both stationed. What the hell are you laughing at Lieutenant?” Hannibal growled but Face couldn’t help it. He usually would have shut his mouth by now but Colonel John Hannibal Smith, who’d taken down everything from lowly drug running thugs to murderous dictators was flustered while talking to him about Maggie. Oh, god he wished Murdock was out here because the pilot would never believe this happened when he told him later.
“Nothing, Colonel. Sorry, you were saying?” He coughed trying to compose himself.
*****
When Murdock first came out of sleep he wasn’t quite sure what had woken him until his head started vibrating.
“Ok, that’s not normal. Not even for me.” Murdock sleepily slurred, wiping the drool Face had been so worried about off his chin before sliding his hand under the pillow and in between the couch cushions. He pulled out Face’s cell phone with the screen showing 20 missed calls.
‘Holy shit.’ He thought just as it started vibrating again. An unfamiliar number popped up on the screen but he answered it anyway knowing how much time he had.
“Hey, you want WHAT with me?! I'm gonna tell you one time, don't FUCK with me!”
“Face?” The completely confused female voice on the other end questioned.
“El Diablo?”
“El Diab…? Murdock? Where’s Face? Did you just call me the Devil?”
“Oh, sweetheart you may be worse than the Devil. You sold us out didn’t you?”
“I don’t have to explain anything to you. Let me talk to Face.”
*****
Hannibal had started telling Face about Maggie when they heard Murdock’s voice in the living room go from quiet to progressively loud and irritated.
They looked at each other and opened the door to see Murdock standing by the couch with Face’s phone.
“You fucked up, Sosa.”
‘Oh shit, No El Diablo. Murdock's pissed.’ Face thought as he stepped up next to the pilot.
“Hey, hey give me the phone, buddy.” He touched Murdock’s arm as he reached for the phone. “I’ll take care of it.”
“Charissa.” Face said, heading out the front door.
“Face? That asshole Murdock just called me the Devil.”
His grip tightened on the phone slightly as he stepped out onto the lawn.
“Watch yourself, Charissa.”
“If I didn’t watch myself, Face, your ass would be in custody or worse right now.”
“Where are you calling from?” He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he looked around the neighborhood as the sun rose.
“I tossed the other phone two days ago and bought a new phone this morning. Listen, I didn’t know this was coming down. They’ve blocked me out completely. I think they suspected since the beginning but after the last time, they must have been more certain even though they had no evidence.”
They’d been at the big house in Malibu for all of two weeks before Charissa called and told them to get the hell out of dodge. Man, that place had been sweet, so much better than Bakersfield, afterwards.
“That’s why it took so long this time. Lulling us all into thinking we were ahead of them. Damn it.” They’d been in Bakersfield for four months, the longest since they started running. He should have known something was up, they all should have. “Shit.”
“Right after I got rid of the phone, this Colonel Decker showed up at my apartment with MPs and a warrant to go through all my stuff. Who the hell is he? Because catching the four of you seems like it’s personal.”
“Oh, we go way back.” Face refused to go over all their Decker bullshit with her on the phone.
“I found out just this morning about the raid in Bakersfield. You’re lucky none of the MPs were killed with that launcher.”
“It’s not luck. We’re running because we don’t want to go back to prison. We’re not going to add on to that by killing someone who’s just doing their job.” Face sighed. I gotta go. Keep your head down, Charissa.” He hung up the phone and put it in his pocket as he walked towards the house.
When Face came back into the living room, Murdock and Hannibal quit talking and stared at him with matching looks of irritation.
“So what did El Diablo have to say for herself?” Murdock said, breaking the silence.
‘O.k. good, at least we’re back to that.’ Face thought before sitting on the couch next to the pilot.
“She said she didn’t know until this morning. They made sure she didn't know what was going on. Said she dropped the other phone right before Decker came down on her. I believe her.”
Hannibal watched him intently before standing.
“Later today go into town and get a new phone to replace the one you’re going to get rid of. Maggie said there’s a pull-out in the den for you. I’m going to bed.” He started towards the hall and Maggie’s room.
Murdock glanced at Face with a look of mischief and before Face could stop him the pilot was talking.
“Now, Hannibal. We don’t care what you do but we really do not want to hear it.” Murdock said in the same authoritative tone Face had to admit Hannibal had used with them more than the once that should have been sufficient.
“Oh god.” Face groaned putting his head in his hands. He didn’t look up; he just couldn’t as Hannibal grumbled, “Wanking little shit” and “five year-olds” under his breath as he stomped off down the hall.
When Face heard the door close he finally looked at Murdock, who was wearing the largest shit-eating grin.
“Really, H.M.? I don’t want to be killed by Hannibal after our considerable efforts over the last 5 hrs. to stay alive.”
Murdock snickered like Muttley the cartoon dog as he pulled Face off the couch and pushed him towards the den.
“Had to. My poor brain couldn’t take it when he started towards the room. Just the thought was giving me the hot slobbers.”
“The what?” Face asked as they pulled out the couch and made the bed.
“Ya know, when something freaks you out so bad and your mouth starts to slobber and not in a good way.”
Face watched as the pilot continued on about what can cause the hot slobbers as he undressed himself then slid under the covers.
“Now,” Murdock smiled the smile of someone with a definite lack of sleep. “Get them clothes off and help me quell the hot slobbers with your Peck Pop of Love.”
Face couldn’t even respond, just stood there with his mouth open as the last comment fried his already beyond exhausted brain.
“Nuh, uh. You’re not getting anything from me. You need sleep. If you’re still like this when Hannibal gets up he will most assuredly end both of our lives.” Face finished up with the removal of his clothes as he walked to turn the light off and slide in the bed next to Murdock.
“Murdock.” He warned as the pilot’s hands got all gropey in the dark.
“Fine.” Murdock let out an exaggerated chuff before turning over.
Face rolled his eyes at the dramatics then moved behind the pilot, wrapping an arm around his chest and pulling him close.
“Don’t ever, ever use the term ‘Peck Pop of Love’ to describe my cock again. That’s gonna give me the hot slobbers.”
“Oh, it gets me slobbering all right.” Murdock let out a delirious laugh as he pushed back against Face.
“Behave. I’m exhausted.” Face said feeling sleep fast approaching.
*****
B.A. woke with a start, looking around the unfamiliar room, not sure where he was. It came back to him in searing clarity as he tried moving, causing pain to spike in his thigh.
“Dammit.” He hissed, lying back on the pillow as sweat started beading on his forehead.
A soft knock came at the door and the dark haired doctor from last night stuck her head in.
‘What the hell is her name?’ B.A. watched as she steps into the room. ‘Maggie.’ His brain finally fired and he could pull it up.
“How are you feeling, Bosco?” She asked as she slid the pressure cuff on.
“Ok.” Damn his throat burned, need some water. “Bathroom.”
“Oh yes. Give me just a second. Your blood pressure’s good.” She walked to the door again. “Can you come help please?”
“Bosco! You’re awake. How ya feeling big guy?” Murdock was by the bed in an instant, sliding an arm around him for support. B.A. started to make a complaint but the smell of curry hit him and his stomach immediately growled causing Murdock to laugh as they made their way to the bathroom.
“Hunger is good. I made Nihari, sent Face to the grocery store so it’d be ready when you got up.” Murdock with his back to him, kept talking as B.A. flushed then steadied himself against the sink, turning the water on and grabbing soap from the counter.
“Come on. Help me back and go get me some of that Nihari.”
After getting B.A. settled Murdock left then came back quickly with a gigantic bowl.
“I ain’t gonna eat all that!”
“I’ll help.” Murdock smiled, producing two spoons as he sat on the bed.
B.A. rolled his eyes and held his hand out for the spoon.
“I got it.” Murdock dug the spoon in the bowl and started making airplane noises.
“What the hell? My arms ain’t broke. Even if they were I wouldn’t let your crazy ass feed me.”
“Fine.” The pilot stuck the spoon in his own mouth and made a show of ‘mmms’ and ‘yums’.
“Shit. Come on, just…I’m hungry.” B.A. looked defeated as Murdock smiled, scooping food with the other spoon while gleefully making airplane noises around the spoon still sticking out of his own mouth.
A bit later when they’d gotten back from taking care of his phone, Face went back to check on B.A. He pulled up short at the bedroom door, trying his hardest not to laugh at the scene in front of him.
Murdock was sitting on the bed next to B.A., double fisting spoonfuls of curry out of the big bowl between them, putting one in his mouth while zipping the other around towards a very irritated B.A.
“Kiss my ass, pretty boy.” B.A. growled as Face tumbled, howling with laughter into the room.
“Aww, Bosco come on!” Face said, stealing Murdock’s spoon.
“Damn, that’s good." He looked down into the almost empty bowl. "Shit, did you leave any for everyone else?”
“There’s more in the kitchen.” Murdock answered, snatching back his spoon.
“B.A., Maggie tells me your vitals are good so we’re going to be leaving in a couple of hours.” Hannibal said as he and Maggie came into the room.
“Leave? We don’t even have a place to go. Let me at least head out to try and find us a place to stay.” Face knew they needed to keep moving but B.A. wasn’t in the condition to be riding around without a clear place to hunker down while he healed.
“I have a place, a lake house up north. John and I have already talked about it. You all can stay there and I’m within driving distance if Bosco needs something while recovering.” Maggie said.
“It’s a good place to lay low. It belongs to family of Maggie’s late husband, so she has no name ties to it. Decker will have a hard time finding us there.”
Face just smiled. Of course Hannibal would have a plan, he always did. “Nice, Boss, Nice."
Ch. 4
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