Hello, fellow A-Team lovers!

This is my first A-Team fic that has been in the works since I first saw the movie (I know, it took a long time).

I just need to give you a little scoop on this.

The main story takes place right at the end of the movie. There are going to be many flashbacks to explain the relationship between Hannibal and Francesca.

Hannibal's relationship with a young agent in the CID ends abruptly when he leaves her for his mission. Suddenly, she shows up again in his life and that of the A-Team's. What will they do when a conspiracy threatens the livelihood of them and their loved ones? And will this give Hannibal and Francesca one last chance?

Hannibal/OC

Reviews=love!

Love,

DG

Flashback-The Departure

The young girl lifted her head from the pillow, reaching for the white robe with a green insignia. Hannibal fumbled with his belt buckle, tossing his hair from his eyes.

She smiled as she sat up, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"I'm leaving," he looked down at her.

"Leaving…" she trailed off.

Hannibal bit the inside of his cheek, "It's our mission. There really isn't away around it."

"Not even one last kiss?" the girl rose from the bed and wrapped her arms around his waist.

He stopped, trying to swallow, "I can't do this anymore. It's too much."

Pulling back, she frowned, "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying goodbye," he turned to her, a grave look on his face. "Francesca, this was never supposed to happen. Us…"

Francesca's heart swelled up inside her, "It wasn't supposed to, but aren't you glad it did?"

"You're young and naïve. You don't know what you want," Hannibal bit his lip.

"Yes!" she felt desperate, taking the fabric of his shirt in her hands. "Yes I do. You can't leave. You can't leave me, John."

He didn't speak, averting his eyes from her blue ones.

"You can't…" she choked out.

Hannibal took both his hands, wrapped them around hers, and pried them away from his shirt, "Goodbye, Francesca." He thought he had to do it. He knew he had to leave her behind. Because otherwise, he'd hurt her. However, the colonel didn't realize how much more he was hurting her at that moment than he ever could.

As he left, the color in Francesca's face drained of color. She had no more strength left in her. The room was spinning, the stuffy hotel room with two queen sized beds and a depressingly empty armoire. Francesca stood there for a good five minutes with tears streaming down her cheeks. There was a knock on the door. She saw a glimmer of hope as she went to open it.

But it wasn't Hannibal. It was a man with undefined features. There was no way she could identify him other than a flick of yellow on his coat. "Francesca Barrett?"

"Yes?"

"We understand that you have information we may need," his hand reached into his coat, closing the door behind him.

She frowned, "We, who's we?"

The man pushed her forward. Francesca felt the barrel of the gun pressing against her abdomen, "What do you want?"

"Just tell me where the A-Team is and nobody gets hurt," he growled. "No sudden movements."

Keeping her mouth closed, she plotted as he answered his phone.

"Oh really," the man turned away. "They're here."

Francesca swiftly reached for the vase sitting on the shelf beside the armoire. She raised it as she went closer to the man. But before she could hit him, he turned and shot.

End Flashback

5 years and 47 missions later

Face stuck his tongue out revealing a delicate key. The three other men laughed.

"I love it when a plan comes together…" he droned, staring at Hannibal.

Murdock cackled, hopping off the bench for a moment.

"Alright, what's the plan?" B.A. leaned forward.

Face shrugged, "You wanna take this one, boss?"

Hannibal smiled crookedly, "Step one." He turned around and twiddled his fingers through the cuffs.

The younger man spit the key into his open hand.

"Oh, come on," Hannibal closed his eyes for a moment.

"If you can handle being punched in the face ten times in a row, I think you can handle a little saliva," Murdock smirked, tapping his foot on the ground.

Face stood up, "You'd think."

"I would like to keep my sanity, thank you," Hannibal replied.

Whistling, Murdock rolled his eyes, "Sanity is overrated."

Fumbling with the key, Face stuck it into the lock and carefully turned it. Hannibal felt his wrists set free from the metal chains. He breathed out heavily, took the key and began to unlock the rest of them, "Okay, this is going to be quick, it's going to be simple."

"And by simple you mean for us or them?" B.A. cracked his knuckles in preparation.

"For us, of course," Face scoffed.

Hannibal frowned, "Quiet down. Now, listen. Face, you're distraction. You're going to get one of the guards to come back here. Show him that you have your cuffs off. Threaten them."

Face nodded, biting back his words.

"So, as this happens, B.A., you're going to hold the guard back and cuff him," Hannibal continued.

B.A. shook his head, "Nobody could be that dumb, man."

"Trust me. You don't know what you can do to people until you try," Hannibal patted the inside of his coat, feeling the plethora of cigars.

"Hold on," Face held out his hand.

"Now, we have to be very careful. Murdock, I want you to take the role of the driver," he held out the cuffs.

Murdock smiled and accepted them, "Oh, jolly good."

"After that, we will regroup," Hannibal relaxed back into his seat.

The plan began quickly. Face stood up and grasped the door that separated them from the guards, "Hey, yeah I'm talking to you. Next time, you might want to do a better job of keeping me locked up."

One of them looked up from the road, "Dammit, Peck."

"Well what're you going to do about it?" Face backed away from the door, when Hannibal shot a look B.A.'s way to signal him.

The guard quietly opened the door, not expecting any funny business. Instead, he was tugged down by B.A. and forced into the pair of handcuffs he never wanted to wear.

"Hey!" he shouted, falling to the floor of the cabin. "What the hell?"

"Oh, holy…" was all the driver managed to sputter out.

"Hell is right," B.A. cracked his knuckles, holding the man around the chest.

Murdock leapt forward through the door, "Now if you play nice, we won't crash the car."

"No, no way," the driver tried to keep his focus on the road, but Hannibal came through as well, carefully wrestling the man away from the wheel.

"We don't want hurt you," Hannibal pulled him back. "But we may have to if you don't cooperate."

Murdock smiled to himself, steering the car from the passenger side with the greatest of ease. There was a struggle in the back, but B.A. and Face were handling it rationally.

As they continued down the road, they were able to secure the spot at the driver's seat. Hannibal called them up to the front, "Alright. There's an airfield around her somewhere." He scanned the terrain. Murdock had driven them onto a side road and they all knew that they were being followed. "There!" he pointed. "Right there, drive!"

The groans of the two men in the back were barely audible. Face was sitting back there, ready to snap on them if they tried anything funny.

"But boss, where're we goin'?" B.A. lowered his voice.

"Not here, B.A.," Hannibal jerked his head back at the two guards.

They approached a gate at one end of the field. Murdock grinned from ear to ear and rolled down his window to come face to face with a member of security.

"Can I… help you?" the security guard looked back to see the commotion in the van.

"Yes," Murdock held his head up, changing the tone of his voice.

Face closed his eyes, "Murdock…"

"So long, farewell," the pilot sang, stepping on the gas pedal. The roar of the engine caused the guard to fall back, before he realized that something was wrong.

The van lurched forward, breaking through a weak barrier between that kept the team from the field. Leaving the security behind, they drove forward to the sets of aircrafts lined up. Each one looked so perfect. If you touch it, it disintegrates and you just ruined a master piece of massive proportion.

Not so much.

Commotion swirled around the car, rounds of bullets shot at them. B.A. ducked back in between Murdock and Hannibal. The captives squirmed and Face tried to keep the two steady.

"Face, get up here!" Hannibal turned back. "We've got to get out."

Murdock pulled up to a smaller aircraft, seemingly ready for take off, and stopped the car. The four of them jumped out of the car, ducking from bullets. Hannibal ushered the others into the plane. Murdock sat with his hands cramping up. His excitement was almost immeasurable. Finally, he gained back the little senses he had and started the plane.

B.A. cringed in the behind the pilot, worried of what was to come next.

"Let's just get out of here," Hannibal smiled.

They ended up landing in a rural area, nine hours from their starting point. Hannibal had led them into Arden Forest, humid and sticky. No one wanted to be there, but Hannibal knew what they had to do.

Face followed behind the other men sluggishly, dragging his feet through the mud. He moaned a bit, "Are we there yet?"

"Don't complain, Face," Hannibal muttered.

"I think I reserve the right, considering I got us out of that damn van," Face reasoned.

B.A. shook his head, "Man, you got us out of the cuffs, not the van."

"Fine, I got you out of the cuffs, but Hannibal wouldn't have been able to get us out of the van without getting off the cuffs," Face shut his mouth quickly.

Their leader turned, walking backwards, "Face, you will never know when to shut up, will you?"

Murdock flitted forward through the dense forest, feeling spritely, "Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!"

Rolling his eyes, Face looked at B.A. who in turn shrugged.

"You can all relax, we're here," Hannibal pulled back a branch to reveal an old, run down shack.

Murdock ran toward the cabin, "This is great! It's like Little House on the Prairie."

"Except Laura Ingalls Wilder didn't have a lunatic in their midst," Face chuckled to himself.

As Hannibal followed Murdock up the steps he stopped for a moment. He took a deep breath, staring at the door. Everything was so familiar. It was a place that he had cherished for the moments he needed it. B.A. rumbled past him, "You okay?"

"I'm fine," the colonel shook his head. Before he opened the door, he brought out his orders,"We have to debug the place, now."

"Debug?" Face frowned at the musty exterior.

Hannibal opened the door, "This place has been the sight of military forgeries, murders … you name it." He tried to swallow, but he couldn't. Criminal activity… and other activity.

"Then look for 'em," Murdock jumped up the steps.

Hannibal ducked into the doorway, "Don't worry, I know where they all are. Now be as quiet as possible."

The four of them disconnected the bugs in record time and gathered back in the foyer. "We may have a few days, a week if we're lucky," Hannibal pulled a cigar from his coat and lit it, "Let's get started."

"We've got activity on the Arden Forest shack. The bugs aren't tracking anything," a man with a deep voice looked around to find his two superiors lingering over him.

"I'll go check it out," the woman, Francesca, pulled back.

The man shook his head, "Whoever is there, is going to be there for awhile. They're going to be stocked."

"Relax, Griffin," Francesca closed her eyes. She hated working with him. He wasn't fit to be a special agent in the CID. "I can handle myself."

Griffin glared at her, "No, Barrett. We wait until dawn tomorrow. We need a team and we don't need to lose you."

"Fine," Francesca gave in, but as she turned away smiled. Her incompetent partner was no match to her expertise. They couldn't wait until dawn to get everything done. He was either a coward or a procrastinator. As soon as she was out of ear shot of Griffin, Francesca sat down beside another girl, "You know the drill."

"Come on," she pushed her glasses up her nose. "You can't be serious."

Francesca shrugged, "You know I'm right."

"I know you're right, but I can't constantly help you," she sighed.

"Yes you can," Francesca stood up again. "And you will. I go out tonight at seven to get to Arden. You better be ready."