Title: Twas The Night Before Christmas

By Billy

Summary: Murdock is in the mood for a ghost story.

Ratings: PG

Disclaimer: I don't own the A Team and I've not made a penny from this; I just do it for the jazz!

Copyright: December 2008


"Twas the night before Christmas-"

"Murdock, cut it out," Amy snapped. "Don't make me feel worse than I already do."

"Here, here," BA growled.

Amy glanced at her watch and sighed heavily. "I should have been arriving at my parents about now. My mom is going to be fretting, worrying where I am and why I haven't called."

And where was she – stuck in some cabin in the middle of nowhere north, snowed in. The only blessing being that Scarvo's men had to be snowed in someplace too, so the pursuit had ceased – for the time being.

Currently the team sat huddled around the log fire, but how long that would last she didn't know. She'd overheard Face quietly discussing the lack of logs to Hannibal, and how the hell they were going to procure some more with a blizzard outside. Luckily Face had found some blankets in a trunk in the bedroom and had handed those out.

"I just thought it might have been a good idea to share a ghost story or something," Murdock said. "I thought it might cheer us up." BA glared at him again for silence.

"We just have traditions, and me not being there will just send my mother…" Amy stood up in frustration, wrapping the blanket tightly around her and started to pace. "And why is it still so damn cold?"

Well, she knew why. She shot a dirty glance at Face, luckily he didn't notice. Oh no, not the good old brother sister routine this time. He wanted to go for the arguing married couple routine, and for some reason that had meant removing her nice warm coat and sweater. Now, with her clothes stuck in the van somewhere god only knew, she was wearing a thin blouse and her pants.

"Here, kid, take this." Face handed her another blanket with a quick nervous smile, as if he'd read her mind and was trying to get back into her good books.

"Thanks," she replied, taking the blanket. Her mood softened. She was looking for someone to blame, and it wasn't his fault. Face hadn't known they were walking into a trap and that they were going to get stuck in a blizzard. And getting angry wasn't going to help any of them. She sat back down on the small couch, next to Murdock.

If only she could just call her mom, but BA had already checked the place out for any means of communication – there was none.

Only a couple of days, Hannibal had said. You'll be back for Christmas. Well, that had been over a week ago. She should have known things never went to Hannibal's plan.

"We'll get out of here soon, Amy," Face said, reassuringly. "Hannibal's got a plan, right?" Face looked at Hannibal. They all did.

Hannibal was the only one looking relaxed, puffing on his cigar, soaking up the heat from the fire.

"Of course I've got a plan." A smile appeared the size a Cheshire cat wore, his cigar between his teeth. "First though, Murdock, tell us your ghost story."

~end~