A-Team

The Kidnapping

 

(Thunk) I glanced up watching another ball of paper miss the garbage and give Susie a sidelong glance. I feel her pain, I miss the guys too, especially the crazy one. (Thunk, Thunk, Plunk) She smiles briefly before sighing miserably and repeating the action.

 

“She’s made one out of thirty.” It is more than I can take and finally I stand returning to my cleaning obsession. I have cleaned more times than I can count, by the time I finish this round I could swear everything shines like jewels. This is when I get it; we’re desperate, miserable and lonely.

 

“Enough!”

 

Susie jumps startled by my voice. Her eyes are wide a frozen shocked look on her face.

 

“I can’t take it anymore. It has been a week, you’re miserable and I’m desperately miserable…long story.” I stop her before she asks. “We need out.” I turn to go to my room and get ready for a girls night out.

 

“Out?”

 

“Yes Susan, O-U-T, out.” I stop short of slamming my door and hear her mutter going to her own room.

 

I know I’m going to pay for that one; she hates Susan more than anything. I now know I am worn out and on frazzled nerves. I start to ready myself staring at my closet and tossing random outfits across the bed. Seeing a familiar outfit I have buried in the closet I groan and cover my face.

 

“Damn.”

 

“You miss him and know it.”

 

“Not you again.”

 

I hadn’t argued with myself in a full week and now they were back arguing how much I miss Murdock. Reluctant to continue the usual argument I open the other side of the closet and find a pair of black jeans. I pull on a long blue sweater with bell sleeves and leave my hair down.

 

Knock, Knock

 

I walk from my room, taking note at the face Susie offers before going to the door. I mutter a few less than pleasant words before opening the door and facing off with one of our rather irritating tenants. In very few words I point out that Susie and I both have boyfriends and shut the door in his face. “Boyfriend?” I did not see that as accurate to describe Murdock, but it wasn’t like I didn’t want that to be so.

 

Susie stops short of stepping on my feet and eyes me curiously. “You called me Susan…do you have a death wish?” I wave her off and exit the apartment; I can hear her rushing after me.

 

Walking down the stairs and outside I take in the warm air and glance up at our building. I hate thinking about the guys being off on adventures without us. Susie notices the issue I have and starts to ask, this is where I duck into the jeep and shut the door on her protests.

 

We drive in silence to a local dance bar and club. I glance up at the neon sign ignoring the club name and stalk through the double doors. Susie is right at my heels observing the dull gloom of the club and watching the others inside. I walk straight to the bar and order a drink, her eyes bug at the drink of choice before she observes the couples dancing and orders her own.

 

I finally seat myself at the bar and stare straight ahead at the many bottles of liquor. I can feel her eyes on me and continue to sip at my drink. “Cypress?” she can see that I am all ears. “What is going on between you and the crazy man, there’s just something not quite…

 

“I wish I knew myself.”

 

She is now silent staring ahead as well. I stand and go over to play a game of pool, without paying attention someone joins me and I continue to shoot. I don’t bother to look at the guy that seems interested in me and continue to go about my business.

 

I stop sensing his presence over my shoulder and sigh righting myself from my shot. “Please do not hit on me, flirt or ask to buy me anything. I’m in no mood.” Somehow that doesn’t seem to work and I turn watching him duck into the shadows.

 

I turn hearing Susie’s startled sound and leave the game and stick behind. I smack straight into a large figure and stagger before feeling someone steady me. I finally glance over at Susie and watch her steadily slap face for scaring the crap out of her.

 

I realize I had run smack into B.A. and glance behind me seeing Hannibal grin and sigh. “He feels like a brick wall and thanks Hannibal.” B.A grins at my reference before I get the strangest feeling and turn to return to the pool table.

 

I can see him standing hidden in the shadows and walk right up slapping his arm.

 

“Hey!” just like I suspected Murdock stumbles away staring at me in surprise.

 

“Damn you, and damn your invisible friends too.” I decide I don’t need this confusion and leave the bar, the others don’t even notice me.

 

I know I can’t leave Susie behind and am sure their all going to return to the housing complex. I start down the street to clear my head; I don’t care about the rushing familiar feet or the muttering to his invisible dog Billy.

 

He had admitted I had won but I didn’t feel like I had. I felt strangely cheated, maybe a bit muddled. Winning the way he had said it didn’t quite sound like it was true, yes his kiss had made me rethink everything but unfortunately too much.

 

“Where’s the fire!”

 

I make a face and turn sharply into a dark alley; he isn’t going to catch up to me if I can manage it. Unfortunately the alley is a dead end and I walk smack into the wall on my way to leave.

 

“Ow.”

 

A hand catches my wrist but I pull back. “Cypress?”

 

I hear the confusion in his voice and hesitantly meet his dark eyes. I had won but was it real or just him surrendering?

 

“Did I truly win or was that just to get me to back off?”

 

“Huh?”

 

“Murdock…” I sigh sometimes his persona of crazy and sane take all my patience to handle. “…Did you give in because I admitted feelings or are you just trying to keep me happy in your own crazy…

 

Surprised I feel his lips against mine and am pulled tightly into his arms; clearly his answer wasn’t just a way to get me to back off. Those eyes tell me everything despite the insane one inside.

 

“Crazy fool.” His grin is catching and I can’t help but smile in turn.

 

“That’s B.A.’s usage.” I watch him wave at something and wonder what his next fantastic invisible danger is this time. “It’s annoying, those darn gremlins still are following us.”

 

“Is Sally still being persistent?”

 

“Um…Billy actually did eat her, she became rather violent.”

 

I pull his hat down and make my way out of the alley; his arm is immediately around my waist following me back to the club. Inside I see Hannibal sizing up a shot and hear Susie protest vehemently, she hates loosing.

 

“I swear that jazz is all you ever have going through your veins.” I laugh at her sour look and watch face hand her a drink, surprisingly she seems just drunk enough to pole dance. “I don’t feel…

 

“And she’s off.” Susie makes a mad dash past the crowd and to the ladies room. “Her and tequila don’t do so well together.” I watch Face make his way through the crowd to her rescue.

 

Hannibal arches a brow watching me sipping at the same choice. “I handle it fine…to an extent.” I can see three sets of eyes on me and stick out my tongue at each of them. “Limit…one bottle.” I laugh when Murdock chokes on the coke in his hand and note Hannibal’s amused laughter.

 

“Not often I hope girl.” I give B.A a look that is lost when I see his dark look.

 

“No…not fond of hangovers thank you.”

 

Now all of them are eyeing me again. Murdock swipes my drink and studies me closely, I know reaching out won’t do me a bit of good; he’s a good deal taller than I am. I make a gesture to hand it over and he offers me that familiar smug grin.

 

Stupidly I reach and find it significantly out of my range. “How much have you had?” I see that rare sanity and know he’s serious. “Billy doesn’t like how you step on his tail at the moment.” I cringe and like always play along and step off the invisible dogs tail.

 

“I’m not answering.”

 

“She’s had two bottles and a half…if you give that back.” Susie sound hoarse and looks pale, I note that Face is holding her up and giving me a surprised look.

 

Murdock at this walks over and dumps the rest of my drink before coming back to us. I wonder what he has on his mind and note Hannibal and the others indicate that they’re heading back in the van. I had planned on leaving my car and taking a cab, I refused to drink and drive.

 

Murdock talks with Hannibal for a few minutes and immediately grasps my arm taking me to my own car and promptly shuts my door behind me. Apparently he doesn’t like me drinking myself silly over something stupid, clearly he likes me and I won fair and square.

 

Halfway back to the house he speaks. “Why so much?” glancing straight ahead I don’t want to answer. “Cypress why…don’t make me ask again.” I don’t like to be ordered and that is the tone that he has.

 

I hiccup which isn’t really a shock and turn to stare out the window. He knows he won’t get an answer but I also can guess he won’t quit. The jeep stops outside the apartment, I can tell the others are already upstairs and leave to make my way up those familiar stairs to the safety of my room. (My room the place that I don’t have to answer to anyone.)

 

“Answer him, you’re not intoxicated that far.”

 

“MYOB.”

 

I agitatedly make my way up the stairs; the staggering sensation is not helping me in the least and smack into the apartment door. I drop my key twice before it goes into the lock and stop; I hear nothing inside and wonder briefly if the others really were there.

 

I push and find the door is locked; I easily remedy that and shut the door firmly behind me. “Hey?”

 

I give Susie the look of death and march into my room; I hear the low voices of the others and know they’re discussing my attitude at the moment. I also know that she probably told the others that I was interested in Murdock and that they were assuming the worst.

 

Creak

 

“Go away Susan.”

 

I lift my pillow over my head grateful for my silk pajamas and the darkness of my room. I remember my angry rampage and why I avoided Murdock the other night. I yelp in surprise hearing a radio blast a wake up bugle and nearly fly from my bed.

 

I cover my ears against the noise and throbbing of my head. “Damn you Murdock.” I glare at him watching him lower his hat over his dark gaze and observe the tape deck shut off. “Was that necessary? I have a hang over and…

 

His almost sarcastic smile bugs me and I stop. “I needed your full attention now that you’re sober.” My glare doesn’t even dent his smirk.

 

“You got it…the hard way.”

 

“Coffee?”

 

Curious I watch him sneak into the barely visible light with two cups of the hot beverage and watch him sit beside me. I reluctantly take the offer and wait for the lecture to come. He blind-sides me when his hand gently cups my cheek drawing me into a soft kiss before I meet those dark eyes.

 

“Why and what happened to you last night?”

 

I wince at his strange tone and sip the coffee; my head feels like a marching band doing some heavy metal song. Food sounds really lousy and with that observation I hand over the coffee and run full tilt diving into my bathroom.

 

Brushing my teeth and scowling at my reflection I glance over my shoulder. I don’t want to face him and know my own issues; he doesn’t need to deal with them at this point in time. I like him and don’t want this to worm its way through us.

 

“Tell him.”

 

“Nope.”

 

“At least hint at him what’s going on.”

 

“I don’t think so.”

 

“You need to tell him your fears and why it isn’t intimacy.”

 

“Don’t go there, that isn’t even on my mind.”

 

I again feel stupid talking to myself, rather arguing with myself and wonder how long I’ve been hiding out. A bathroom just cornered me to an attack and left me open for a confrontation.

 

I hear a light tapping and flinch, some days it just doesn’t pay me to wake up. I know avoiding him forever in the bathroom will not work. I know as well that he is very capable of waiting me out, he’s probably half as stubborn as I am or worse.

 

“You can’t hide forever.”

 

“I can try.” I consider my reflection and brush my hair out of my face, it’s hopeless to avoid one more insane that oneself. Making a face I turn to the door and open it, I proceed to duck the tall ones arm and make myself a comfortable lump in bed again.

 

I watch him and his familiar hide his expression with his baseball cap; I hear no signs of his invisible conversations and wonder if his sane side has kicked in. Naturally I have been blind sided by that assumption before.

 

“Billy isn’t happy and neither am I. What is going on with you?”

 

“Shit.” Flinching again shows this is a subject I would rather avoid; clearly he can see this and arches a brow, his hat lifting with his gentle touch. “I’m disinclined to answer that until I feel the need to do so.” “Great way to avoid an answer.” I lower my gaze to the bed and purposely ignore the stubborn look on his face.

 

“I think you need to do so.”

 

“Not likely.”

 

“Please?”

 

“Nope.”

 

“I won’t leave you alone, you drank yourself into a hangover and have been sick.”

 

“So?”

 

“Susie.”

 

I regard that answer, pondering how much he could have learned during my drunken state and hangover state and that’s when I wince. It would be so like her to state any issues she had noticed since the last case, including my discomfort with some shows I like and how I have been cleaning and acting like a mad nutty woman.

 

“Yes?”

 

“Murdock, not going to talk.”

 

“You’re not leaving here until you do.”

 

“Why is that?”

 

I’m greeted with silence after my cynical tone; clearly I have more issues than even I’m willing to admit to myself. I reflexively skitter across the bed away from his approach and study him with suspicion.

 

“The mission bothered you didn’t it?”

 

“Ick.” I view his observation with dislike; I don’t like people getting into my head and really don’t like the fact he can so easily do so. I watch him swat at something and shake my head; he’s still got gremlins on the brain.

 

“The concept behind it did.”

 

I can’t believe I just admitted that aloud and cover my head with my hands, the coffee in my Indian style legs steaming into my face. I didn’t want to talk about it, didn’t want to ruin the other being back and especially didn’t want to discuss this with an already complicated subject matter in my mind.

 

I glance up seeing him flick his gremlin off his shoulder and watch him nod. He offers an opened hand and waits expectantly. I lift my coffee from my legs and stare at him for the longest time, slowly a familiar grin crosses his face and I take the offer.

 

Standing both of us exit the living room where I’m greeted with a smooching Face and Susie, Hannibal and B.A. frozen at the entry way with amused expressions.

 

“Ew, too early for that.” I smirk watching Susie jump a mile and see Face glance around with all pretence of innocence.

 

“Look who’s talking.”

 

“I have hangover breath, so sorry to disappoint you Susie Q.” she scowls at my amusement and I duck a flying piece of toast. “Yikes, death by toast in the living room.”

 

“Clue me in please?”

 

For the first time we notice Amy watching us with confusion in her expression. All fingers point to Susie and I, I shrug walking over and fill her in to the best of my ability. Luckily the grin on her face tells me that Susie won’t hear the end of the morning just yet. We all gather around with breakfast to hear the news that she has to share with us, nothing all that important until she gets to an article from another newspaper and explains that the chief of this particular one has reported his daughter missing, there are no leads and somehow I get the feeling this is personal interest to Amy.

 

Hannibal and the rest of us listen intently. “She’s seven years old and went missing when her mother took her to a toy outlet, she run off and no one had seen her since. The family has offered rewards and everything. The father…” here she paused studying Hannibal intently. “…He asked if I knew where to hire you guys, I really do write too much on you four.” She points out with a half smile, she’s joking about that, but the little girl missing grates on all of our nerves.

 

I watch B.A. walk around threatening anyone who might have hurt her for twenty minutes before realizing Hannibal is making plans to meet the father. I know very well that this mission involves some innocent kid; unfortunately after the last mission I’m not so sure I’m right to help the A-Team or be in Murdock’s life.

 

I stand making my way to the kitchen and then carefully retreat to my room; just maybe they will forget me for this mission. I can’t handle things right now being so screwy in my own fashion.

 

^^^

 

All heads turn to the sound of a door shutting, Murdock is on his feet heading that before Susie makes a strange noise making him pause. Turning slowly almost like he’s facing a predator and ready to bolt he waits for her to speak.

 

With his actions all eyes shift to Susie. “She’s doubting herself at the moment, best friend information only so don’t ask. Just trust me it isn’t wise to put her into this mission yet.”

 

^^^

 

Pacing seems to be a common segment with me at the moment. I’m so messed up the fact a kid is in danger has no bearing on my usual feelings to help them. Kids were one thing I would not tolerate being hurt and here I am hiding out from a mission that is necessary.

 

“Coward.”

 

“Hush.”

 

“You can’t hide forever, on both accounts.”

 

“Shut up!”

 

“Seven years old and crazy man you love.”

 

“Oh do leave me the hell alone.”

 

“More than likely no. I like my job.”

 

“Driving me nuts?”

 

“I thought you were already, you’re the one in love with a certified crazy man.”

 

“Damn it.”

 

I realize arguing with myself isn’t helping me, but it feels better and has me thinking more clearly over all my situations. I have to face Murdock, the issues of the last mission and pull myself together long enough to help some innocent kid from danger.

 

“I win again.”

 

“So it would appear that way, but only so far.”

 

“Shit.”

 

I smile hesitating in my exit. I’ve gotten myself all psyched up to help and yet can’t bring myself to open the bedroom door. I can’t bring myself to dive head long into another mission, I don’t wish to be blind sided so severely again.

 

Knock, Knock

 

I hear the muffled sound and know it isn’t my room; someone is at the front door.

 

“Shit on a stick.”

 

I bolt from my room and watch everyone freeze before walking attentively to the door. Peering through the hole I recoil and turn to our friends. In answer four men gather their things and bolt to the hidden stairwell, while Susie and Amy start a movie, fast-forwarding to some point in the middle.

 

Opening the door I force a smile and watch Colonel Decker eye me with a know-it-all grin. “I’m here to collect my fugitives.”

 

“Have at it Decker.”

 

I stalk into the living room and flop between both women. Susie is desperately trying to hide her grin behind a glass of juice and Amy is just watching the movie. I can feel Decker and his idiots watching us while they look, I can feel that cold gaze lurking over my shoulder.

 

“Have a seat, you might get into the movie better.” I’m bluntly sarcastic and notice Decker straighten giving me a dark look. “Find anything significant yet?”

 

“It’s all clear sir!”

 

“I know they’re here somewhere…you’re obstructing justice.” All three of us eye Decker like he might be some sort of insect before he huffs and nods to the others to leave. “I won’t give up on them.”

 

“They won’t give up on making your life hell either.” I smirk at the pleasant thought before escorting the MP’s and Decker from the apartment. I make sure to slam the door and swear everything in my vocabulary at them before turning back to the living room. A few minutes later the guys appear and I turn to go back to my sanctuary.

 

Back in my room I continue to argue with myself over pros and cons of the situation. Each new idea bugs me even more and my approach to breech a subject with Murdock is even worse. Groaning in miserable defeat I flop on the edge of my bed and mutter irritably.

 

Creak

 

“I need to oil that.” I glance up hearing a soft laugh and watch Murdock close the door walk over and sit beside me. “Yes?”

 

“You have too much running through your mind, you’re going to be sharing a room with me if you keep it up.” I consider this and sigh, if only that was the case.

 

“They wouldn’t let me share a room with you in the V.A. hospital, one I’m not military and two I think they would deem me fit for a padded room.” I feel his arm wrap around my shoulders and send him a curious look.

 

His dark gaze is strangely intense for someone insane. “I might be able to convince them otherwise on both accounts.” His sanity is still yet to be determined. “Do I dare ask what is really going on in that pretty head of yours?”

 

“Flattery will get you nowhere fast.”

 

“Who said I was flattering you?”

 

“Cute.” I sigh staring skyward in hopes of finding the nerve, sadly it isn’t helpful in the least. “I’m trying to figure us out, my issues with the last mission and this current one.”

 

Blunt and to the point, I wonder how helpful that will be for him. I offer a sidelong peek and see his contemplative expression; somewhere in those features I can tell I won’t like his answer. Slowly he waits for my eyes to meet his and offers and small smile, I definitely won’t like this.

 

Breathing softly he takes my hand and makes sure to have my attention. “Billy and Gremlin girl, not Sally…we all think that us should be on hold. You need to sort your confusion and help this girl. I’m just something that you have to place aside for now.”

 

What!” That was much shriller than I wanted and I watch him wince at the volume I offer. “You can’t be telling me…

 

“I’m crazy, not stupid.”

 

That of coarse shuts me up and I watch him stand to go talk with the others over the mission. He made it a point that I get involved with the mission and no matter what, I’m stuck with his choice whether I like it or not.

 

“Now you did it.”

 

“Shut the fuck up.”

 

“Ouch.”

 

That settled with my agitating inner voice I feel tears burn my eyes and wonder what the hell just happened. Reluctantly I go find a tissue and return to my mission mode, maybe the pain with buzz off for a bit.

 

It seems like hours but eventually the plan is to meet Amy’s friend. Susie and I will wait in the van while the guys go discuss things with the chief of the paper, and Amy will join us after searching the area for trouble. I have my suspicions that Hannibal and the others are doing this on purpose, Susie has far too big a mouth for her own good sometimes.

 

I dislike the storage building for the paper, it holds the carnival rides and such that they have once a year. The dust is thick and the worst part is the van is hidden among the darkest and most disgusting part. I ignore the dusty shadow shapes, spiders and other things in favor of whatever sanity I actually do have. Susie can clearly see my discomfort, but she can tell that I have more going on than she can see.

 

Susie tries to breech the problem several times, each time I bluntly tell her to shut up and leave me alone. Ten times is pushing her luck, twenty is grating on my nerves and twenty one is when I finally snap.

 

“None of your fucking business Susie Q.”

 

Her mouth hangs open for a long time before snapping close, I never use that sort of language or anger on her unless something is really hurting or bugging me. She now knows it is serious and to mind her own P’s and Q’s until I’m ready to talk about it.

 

Cypress!”

 

I turn sharply to Amy’s urgent cry and all but dive from the van. A few minutes later I see MP’s sneaking around outside the area and wince, this didn’t look good. Susie is behind the wheel in minutes and I carefully make my way through the building.

 

I hear voices and know that Hannibal is talking with a gentleman. Clearly this wasn’t a set up or Hannibal would have been gone already, somehow the military got wind of this meeting and were doing fairly well at tracking them.

 

Without really caring about our issues and such I catch Murdock’s coat and tug him into the crates, he easily avoids making a surprised sound and is nearly nose to nose with me.

 

“The MP’s are outside H.M.” Nodding he returns to the others and Hannibal rapidly speeds things up.

 

Soon I’m back at the van and hear the guys ducking through the menagerie of things to get back to us. Susie dodges from the drivers seat and ducks into the back behind the seats with me.

 

We lay low while the guys drive and burst forth on another speed away from the military. For the longest time I wonder if roller coasters are safe and then I remember whom I am with. Swerving, turning sharply and moving in a quick ark indicates we’re probably fairing better than Decker and friends. With a screeching sound I glance out the back window seeing a military pile up and know we’re safe and back on our mission.

 

For a long while I relax listening to Hannibal discuss how we are going to track the little girl, who we will have to question and a plan to sneak two members of the team into the paper under cover in some form to find out if it was an inside job.

 

I refuse to listen to the rest; I already know whom he has in mind to send into the paper as fake detectives. (At least one of us is fake.) The strange break off point at the budding relationship I almost had with Murdock is hitting hard and far too deeply. I realize then that I care more than even my argumentative conscience knows, or maybe that knows better.

 

“You’re loosing it.”

 

“No shit Sherlock.”

 

“But you do truly care, don’t let…

 

“Please go away.”

 

I am again greeted with silence; it doesn’t mean that my arguing voices will stop later when I’m alone and can face them.

 

“Captain, Cypress?” I snap to attention seeing Murdock’s gaze shift abruptly from staring at me to Hannibal. “He’s your associate, I need you to find out as much as you can in there.” I stare out of the van at the paper building, it’s sadly crawling with police and I recognize a few of them.

 

“It would be easier to go on my own Hannibal. I know some of them and can get info without risking your teams exposure.” He nods watching me climb from the car and head to some of the familiar officers.

 

I wonder if that hurt Murdock because I had seen the strange disappointed look there, but then again he was the one to suggest hold, which was still bugging me. I meet up with several familiar faces and get a good deal of information. This case is going to be long and hard, not just because my love life was falling into the ditch either.

 

Back at the van we’re again off with directions to the chief’s house, hopefully we can get some information without military showing up. I can almost sense Murdock’s gaze on me while the others case the house for trouble and that makes Hannibal’s wonderful acting skills come in handy for a job interview.

 

Silently I scan the grounds aware of him not far off doing the same, I chance a sidelong glance and watch him shift his cap to hide his eyes. I have a feeling he was watching me and how I was reacting to things. (Not good I might add.)

 

“This is not healthy. First you’re fighting with yourself, ignoring your feelings and pretending that he can win that easily. Mission or not you can’t just sit here and pretend that you don’t care, that he doesn’t mean anything to you and that is the truth.”

 

“Persistent.” I manage barely above a whisper.

 

“No kidding.”

 

Growling softly I pretend that I’m not arguing with myself again and stare ahead noting someone running swiftly across the yard and ducking hedges. Murdock is ready and immediately catches the intruder seeing Face grudgingly glare at being shoved into the dirt.

 

“You didn’t even do the signal Faceman.”

 

“Didn’t have time. B.A, Amy, and Susie are coming fast too.” I watch him and Murdock move about in a familiar fashion readying for trouble.

 

It isn’t long before they show up and get into the van. I find myself lifted into the van and turn to stare at Murdock before B.A. guns it and disappears quickly from sight. I’m worried that we left Hannibal behind until I see someone climbing over the back wall and B.A. slams on the breaks.

 

Hannibal is in the car lighting a cigar and staring back toward the large house. “It didn’t go like I had planned, apparently your cop friends are working with the MP’s.” I make a face at that and eye Susie who looks white.

 

“Damn stupid son of a…” I watch Susie go off into a muttered rant and know it can be only one person that has pissed her off. “…I hate, hate, HATE, that no good rotten Detective Braxton.” I smile slightly at the confused looks offered at the ranting woman.

 

“Othello was her ex…before Face.”

 

Apparently I had successfully cleared up the confusion, unfortunately I knew very well why that particular detective opened his mouth. He was always jealous of other men near Susie, hated my easy nature with guy friends and me. (Naturally.) Most of all he hated her when she dumped him because he was too extreme for her.

 

“Control freak.”

 

I nod at Amy’s assumption and watch Susie glare at me in an accusatory manor. (I got my revenge for your nosiness.) She doesn’t always like it when the tables are turned and her past is dragged through the mud.

 

“Enough about this mess, what’s going on Hannibal?” I decide the ranting Susie does is far too common and wait for the next great plan.

 

“First thing is I’m leaving you two to monitor the building where the girl disappeared. There’s a hotel complex across it and I need my two best observers.” If I could have recoiled into a tiny ball I would have been far more pleased, knowing he was locking Murdock and I up bothered me greatly. “The rest of us are going on information search and I need Susie and Face to case the restaurants nearby for more than unusual activities, they might have her locked in a basement or something.”

 

I wanted to strangle the lovely Colonel Hannibal Smith, but resisted the urge in favor of the still missing girl. I could see Murdock weighing the pros and cons of this situation and knew he wasn’t any surer of this than I was. I felt honestly sick at the moment.

 

Amy did all the checking in work and such for us, leaving us to a vast silent cave of a room and a great view of the department store where the little girl vanished. Instead of focusing on how much this situation sucked, I went around the kitchen area looking for coffee and in my case a good bottle of tequila or something suitable with alcohol in it.

 

Two hours waiting for signs of mischief and I decide to flop on the bed and stare out the window. I watch Murdock pace carefully vigilant for any signs of trouble. Recording equipment and the lot situated. (It was good to be a detective with resources.)

 

“It appears far to quiet down there.” I wonder briefly if he’s actually speaking to me now. “The fairies I met today don’t like it, I should send some of those pesky gremlins after the bad guys.” Instead of playing along I snort and close my eyes.

 

“He’s avoiding the issue, you should…

 

“Get the hell out of my head.”

 

I sit up seeing his gaze is intense on me and sigh, maybe he is right. I let him get to me far to easily and the worst part of it is, love hurts.

 

“Are we talking or are you silent treating me?”

 

“How about neither.”

 

I hear him stifle laughter and glare at his amused look.

 

“It isn’t funny Murdock…my head is spinning and it isn’t stopping. We need…

 

“To talk about what’s really going on?”

 

I could have sworn the sanity was in full swing. “The fairies help there too?”

 

“Maybe.” I make a face before throwing a pillow at him and feel remarkably better for the action. “Death by pillow?”

 

“Not yet, give me time and I may smother the crazy man.” I stand to stalk off to another part of the room; the surveillance equipment works quite well and leaves too much time for talk.

 

I hear him talking to someone and take a sip of coffee since it’s the only thing I found. I hear him walk up behind me and turn to glare. Apparently Susie is much more gifted than I gathered, because I get the sneaking suspicion that her and Hannibal did this on purpose.

 

Apparently reading my thoughts he tilts his head with a curious expression. “I may have been a little…

 

“Brash?”

 

“Blunt.” I shrug at his very hesitant smile and pretend he isn’t winning. “I didn’t know what else to do…you made this hard for both of us.” If I could have slapped him I might have.

 

“No, just myself. You’re the easy part…at least you were…you are the most…” I pause trying to figure out what exactly I’m saying and shrug. “…Despite your sanity and questioning that, I can’t put us on hold it is screwing with my head.” Finally some truth out there to toy with.

 

“Slow down and breath.” His hand gently cups my cheek, but in favor of focus I step back seeing him slowly lower his hand eyes intent with mine.

 

“I am breathing.” “I love you and want to be yours.” I know that won’t work so well and might scare him. “I don’t want issues, I want to be happy and that involves you.”

 

“Insanity and sanity are a fine line to dance on.”

 

“I’m starting to wonder if a fell off that line.” This gets a curious look from him and I can’t help but smile. “My issue with the last mission was knowing some of them women were hurt beyond repair, I’m a bit worried you might think that of me because your…unique and it scares you.”

 

I see realization in his expression and duly note his sudden panicked movement, his hat is flipped down quickly and hand up behind his head rubbing his neck. I realize then I hit the nail on the head, he was afraid that if I was willing to be his completely I would be damaged. He was truly afraid of closeness because of his strange sanity, insanity routine he hid behind.

 

“So you did say I won because it was a way to help you think about things, you were trying to figure out a way out.”

 

His shuffling again gets my attention and this time I know I’m right. He cringes at my gesture of annoyance and meets my gaze.

 

“Do I have a pair of headlights on the deer?” he makes a strange face and attempts to retreat to insanity and back to the mission. “Murdock! Don’t you dare!”

 

“You go girl!”

 

Shut the fuck up.

 

“Yes ma’am.”

 

He takes another step of retreat and halts, this time I do see him wince. “What do you want me to say?”

 

“The truth.”

 

“Madness is the truth.”

 

“H.M. is that why you avoid me with these games?”

 

Instead of answering he casually walks from my sights, unfortunately for him he isn’t getting out of this one. Watching him scan over the recent information from surveillance I see him slouch and hear a sigh.

 

“What games?”

 

“Don’t play stupid. I’m not something that is that easily damaged.” I withdraw when I see his dark gaze harden.

 

“I know that.” Realizing he almost did something he turns back. “I never said you were damaged, I’m afraid that…

 

“You’re afraid your damaged.” His sudden silence and surprised look gets my attention. “Oh you are so full of it Murdock! I’m the one arguing with voices in my head because I’m in love with you and want to be with you. You’re not damaged; we’re just both a little different. I’m yours.” I realize then that I went a bit further than planned, I told him everything on my mind.

 

“Finally!”

 

“Ooooh, not what I wanted.”

 

“You did it, congrats on traumatizing Murdock into a reality check. GO GIRL!”

 

“DROP DEAD!”

 

“Right, silent now.”

 

Apparently the silence in the room despite the voice in my head is unnerving, he coughs before eyeing me like I’m another person from some alien race.

 

“Billy…help?” I’m surprised by his feeble attempt to call upon his friends.

 

“No Billy, gremlins, fairies, leprechauns, or whatever…just H.M. Murdock.”

 

“He’s not good enough for you.”

 

“His opinion and clearly no one else’s.” He smacks into the wall and realizes he’s been trying to run and hide. “Will you at least listen to me without panicking?”

 

Reluctantly he nods before eyeing me worriedly. “You’re not damaged, I care for you more than you can understand and you can’t hide forever. I know you and you know me. The voices weren’t a joke; they’re my friends and have been there a long time. Susie knows this if you don’t believe me. All that matters to me is you and you will never be damaged or damage me ever. I’m yours and you’re going to have to deal with that.” I wait watching him consider my words carefully.

 

Finally after a very hard silence, meaning I’m about to snap he speaks. “Why me, the crazy one that is…more than I seem?”

 

“Why not. I’m not exactly easily understood.”

 

“Not arguing that point.” I smile at his half attempt at a joke. “I’m so…um…

 

“Unsure of everything?” he nods eyeing me strangely. “Join the club. One thing I am sure of though is this…you ever tell me that this has to be on hold when I care this much, I will kick your ass.” Despite the situation his grin appears and I get the feeling I got through.

 

“Crazy man understood.” His eyes dart briefly to the video cameras and his expression hardens. “She’s there.”

 

I turn sharply seeing a small girl being carried in the arms of someone, clearly she is terrified and knows she’s in a bad situation. “Albinia looks terrified.”

 

“She should be.” He points to a sharp object against the little girls side and I’m instantly calling in our reinforcements. “Are we good again?”

 

I listen to Hannibal’s orders before turning to see a worried look on his features. I smile flicking his cap and lean up kissing him softly.

 

“We always will be.” I turn to the door and nearly smack into Susie. “Yes I know.”

 

Without a word she yanks my arm and I watch Murdock run to catch up. Strangely her panic bothers me, I start moving faster both Murdock and I getting ahead of her. I yelp watching Amy nearly thrown into traffic and see B.A all but yank her to safety.

 

Hannibal and Face are occupied with the goons and that leaves us watching a frantic seven-year-old avoiding traffic, moving on to strangers and smack directly into the tall one at my side. Frightened she turns to bolt and is caught up in Susie’s strong grasp.

 

Struggling I watch her fight Susie for the longest time before she breaks down into sobs and clings deathly tight to her. “Street walker heading this way.”

 

Murdock’s comment makes me glance up and I see a woman with at least two other men rushing our way. “Schick Razor…time to split and peel out of here.” Bad jokes aside he catches my drift and my arm. “Susie Q!”

 

Making a face Susie turns with the small one in her arms and is at our side in minutes. I make her switch with me feeling Albinia grip onto me for dear life; with her hold I know my air supply for running will be very short.

 

SMACK, THUD

 

I now knew B.A. was much less painful than a wall, especially considering how hard we smacked into that one being blind sided. Murdock I see has been knocked down and is out. I allow Albinia to linger behind me and gently kneed him with my shoe, I get no response.

 

“Girl now.”

 

The venom in the woman’s voice is strong and very silk like. Susie stares down at the unconscious crazy man and then at Ms. Venom and makes a very prominent snort of agitation. We both know this doesn’t look like it is in our favor, but letting the little one get captured again is the farthest thing on our minds.

 

“Not likely.”

 

Susie eyes me like I’ve lost my mind, especially considering the gun leveled at my head. She knows giving Albinia up isn’t an option, but doesn’t like the idea of being shot either. This is one of those times I would give anything for Murdock to see something invisible, even yell at Billy to bite someone and get a funny look.

 

I glance down seeing brief movement and note Murdock looks up before closing his eyes again. “Gremlins say no.”

 

“Grelmins!”

 

“Yay, he’s awake”

 

Despite the gremlin’s joke it is great to see him conscious. I stifle a smile watching the woman offer the strangest confused look before a gun is leveled at Murdock who is now staring up at the barrel almost cross-eyed.

 

“Is this some kind of joke?” She looks peeved which is clearly not a satisfactory look. “I want the girl, kill these three.” I wince closing my eyes at the command and hold my ground.

 

Murdock makes a sound of protest before I hear a strong sensation of hammers being pulled back. “I love it when a plan comes together.”

 

“HANNIBAL!”

 

“I love when he says that.”

 

I nod in relief staring down at Murdock who is grinning ear-to-ear and climbing to his feet. Susie looks just about white and collapses startled when Albinia wraps herself in her arms and cries. I just stand there with relief and watch the guys gather the criminals together.

 

“White is too pale a look on you.” At that I offer Amy a weak smile and see B.A lift the small girl who nearly disappears into his large arms. “Susie looks worse in ash.” I glance around seeing her being nearly held up by Face and briefly glance around for Murdock.

 

“Right Hannibal.” Relieved I watch Murdock help escort the group out to a waiting party of security from the mall and recoil at the sirens in the distance. “Time to go?”

 

Hannibal nods along with the rest of us. Susie is practically carried, while B.A. leaves Albinia in her fathers waiting arms. I follow after them watching Murdock make some weird dance move and offer us entry into the back of the van. I smile slightly at his showing off before hearing the usual banter between B.A and him.

 

Things are back to as normal as they can be with the military team hiding out in the complex. Being back and telling Decker off twice in one week was drawing away what patience I had left. Susie was aware I was touchier than usual and knew that Murdock and I had somewhat resolved some issues.

 

I thought that was the case also, until he avoided me for three straight days. On day four I considered going down to his apartment and did just that. I heard him stop talking to the voices on the other side and watched him freeze when the door opened, imagine my surprise when I saw he was talking to Hannibal and his voices.

 

“Remember Captain.” I rose a brow watching Hannibal leave the room and go on down the hall to his own place.

 

“Remember what?”

 

“I don’t have a clue.”

 

“Didn’t ask you.”

 

“Touchy.”

 

Watching me with amusement he offered a mock bow and let me enter the apartment. I wasn’t even close to feeling sure of myself after that brief shock. I heard him talking with Billy and some of his other choice friends before turning to stare at him.

 

He walked around the room with a strange amused bounce in his step and then turned like he was waiting for something. I waited before he offered me a hand, innocence in his expression and a strange glint in his gaze.

 

“Don’t like winning?”

 

“Winning?”

 

“You get your way, corner me and are still confused?” his mock tone annoys me and he knows it. “I thought you understood my certified insanity.”

 

“Only when I don’t feel like my head is spinning.” His grin tells me he’s enjoying every minute of my being stumped. “What did I miss?”

 

“Relative information that helped me along the way, my friends aren’t always as useful as the colonel.”

 

“Still puzzled.” He walks toward me and gently grasps my hand.

 

“Only for a little while.” I glance up at his small smile before he leans in kissing me softly, arms pulling me tight into a deeper one.

 

“Madness.”

 

“You like it.” I smile; it’s nice when he’s so sure of himself and right on the nose.

 

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