Amy Allan came inside the ranch-style house of the compound. BA
Baracus was watching a football game with Hannibal Smith, H.M. Murdock and
Frankie Santana were playing three-handed Spades with Murdock's invisible
friend, Tony, and Amy's daughter, Hannah, was playing with her dolls
quietly beside Hannibal on the couch.
"Where's Face?" She asked as her friends helped her carry in and put up the groceries.
Face came into the kitchen in a suit, tie, and shirt that matched his eyes. "How do I look?" He asked. "Not you." He said before Murdock, Hannibal, or BA could make a comment. "Amy, how do I look?"
"You look great, Face. Hot date?"
"He's going out with Caroline." Murdock said, a teasing hint in his voice.
"Caroline. The name sounds familiar." She said. Although he was finally dating only one woman, a doctor named Sarah Kincaid, when she'd known him in Los Angeles, it would have taken a host of calendars to keep up with the girls he'd dated.
"I dated her when Tawnia worked with us; she might have mentioned her."
"Oh, yeah. A model, looked like a princess, sounded like…" Amy paused. "She sounded nice." She lied. "But I thought you were dating Sarah?"
"This isn't a date. She had something to tell me." He asked, trying to decide if she approved while pretended that he didn't care what she thought.
"Oh, yeah. A chick looks him up after three years and moving across country, but it's not a date." Frankie Santana observed and Hannibal smiled.
"Well, if you all are as tired of this conversation as I am, I need to be leaving." He said, exasperated.
"Good luck." Amy called, trying not to laugh until he was out of earshot.
"Bye, Uncle Face!" Hannah waved out the window until Face's corvette was out of sight. "Bye!"
"Well, now that Facey-Wacey has gone, we can make pizza. Who wants to be my assistant chef?" Murdock asked, his voice doing it's best imitation of an Italian accent.
"Me! Me!" Hannah jumped up and down. "Uncle Murdock, me!"
"I'll help too, Murdock." Amy said.
"Nonsense, nonsense. There's only the chef and the assistant chef. All others out of the kitchen." He answered, still in his fake accent, while shooing them out of the room.
Face walked into the restaurant, hoping desperately that Sarah didn't see him. He still didn't know why he was doing this. He was over Caroline. So why was he here? The tall blonde stood and smiled at him, letting him know exactly why he was there.
"Templeton." She moved to kiss him and he turned so that she kissed his cheek. "What's wrong?"
"I'm busy, Caroline. What do you need?"
"Why didn't you ever tell me that you were a member of the A-Team?"
"It's not something I really liked to advertise. I'm fond of my freedom." Or I was, he thought.
"I need your help, Templeton." She said, placing her soft velvet hand on top of his.
"Caroline, tell me why after three years you think I should help you?"
"For old times."
"Old times didn't matter a hell of a lot when you left me for Richard."
"Your daughter misses you."
"What daughter?" Face asked, standing.
"Templeton, sit down. You're making a scene."
He sat. "You're so damn worried about me making a scene that you just spring something like that on me after three years? Where is she? I want to see her. Why didn't you ever tell me?"
"Do you remember what you said when I asked if we'd ever get married?"
"I said I couldn't. And I was right. That didn't mean that you could take my daughter away from me. What's her name?"
"Linda."
"When can I see her? Tonight? Tomorrow?"
"She's asleep tonight. You can see her tomorrow. Right now, I want to talk to the team."
"Tomorrow. We'll meet you at your hotel."
"Where's Face?" She asked as her friends helped her carry in and put up the groceries.
Face came into the kitchen in a suit, tie, and shirt that matched his eyes. "How do I look?" He asked. "Not you." He said before Murdock, Hannibal, or BA could make a comment. "Amy, how do I look?"
"You look great, Face. Hot date?"
"He's going out with Caroline." Murdock said, a teasing hint in his voice.
"Caroline. The name sounds familiar." She said. Although he was finally dating only one woman, a doctor named Sarah Kincaid, when she'd known him in Los Angeles, it would have taken a host of calendars to keep up with the girls he'd dated.
"I dated her when Tawnia worked with us; she might have mentioned her."
"Oh, yeah. A model, looked like a princess, sounded like…" Amy paused. "She sounded nice." She lied. "But I thought you were dating Sarah?"
"This isn't a date. She had something to tell me." He asked, trying to decide if she approved while pretended that he didn't care what she thought.
"Oh, yeah. A chick looks him up after three years and moving across country, but it's not a date." Frankie Santana observed and Hannibal smiled.
"Well, if you all are as tired of this conversation as I am, I need to be leaving." He said, exasperated.
"Good luck." Amy called, trying not to laugh until he was out of earshot.
"Bye, Uncle Face!" Hannah waved out the window until Face's corvette was out of sight. "Bye!"
"Well, now that Facey-Wacey has gone, we can make pizza. Who wants to be my assistant chef?" Murdock asked, his voice doing it's best imitation of an Italian accent.
"Me! Me!" Hannah jumped up and down. "Uncle Murdock, me!"
"I'll help too, Murdock." Amy said.
"Nonsense, nonsense. There's only the chef and the assistant chef. All others out of the kitchen." He answered, still in his fake accent, while shooing them out of the room.
Face walked into the restaurant, hoping desperately that Sarah didn't see him. He still didn't know why he was doing this. He was over Caroline. So why was he here? The tall blonde stood and smiled at him, letting him know exactly why he was there.
"Templeton." She moved to kiss him and he turned so that she kissed his cheek. "What's wrong?"
"I'm busy, Caroline. What do you need?"
"Why didn't you ever tell me that you were a member of the A-Team?"
"It's not something I really liked to advertise. I'm fond of my freedom." Or I was, he thought.
"I need your help, Templeton." She said, placing her soft velvet hand on top of his.
"Caroline, tell me why after three years you think I should help you?"
"For old times."
"Old times didn't matter a hell of a lot when you left me for Richard."
"Your daughter misses you."
"What daughter?" Face asked, standing.
"Templeton, sit down. You're making a scene."
He sat. "You're so damn worried about me making a scene that you just spring something like that on me after three years? Where is she? I want to see her. Why didn't you ever tell me?"
"Do you remember what you said when I asked if we'd ever get married?"
"I said I couldn't. And I was right. That didn't mean that you could take my daughter away from me. What's her name?"
"Linda."
"When can I see her? Tonight? Tomorrow?"
"She's asleep tonight. You can see her tomorrow. Right now, I want to talk to the team."
"Tomorrow. We'll meet you at your hotel."