Mind Games.

A/N: Hi everyone, this is the sequel to 'If I Should Forget', finally. I've switched my ideas around a bit so the sequel I posted and deleted before will probably come after this one. Anyway I hope you enjoy this, please review.

Chapter 1.

'Typical' Face thought grumpily as they drove down a long highway in the new car he had acquired for them. Much to Bas disgust it was an old, battered Fiat Strada. Face had tried to explain that he should be grateful, getting a car on such short notice, and anyway they couldn't have anything flashy, they needed to stay inconspicuous.

Anyway it was raining. The moment they'd landed back in America, after a long awaited, much needed, week long break in the Caribbean sunshine, the heavens had opened. He thought he could feel his tan fading already.

BA drove, as per usual, grumbling as they went, and the car juddered along, potholes causing the entire vehicle to shudder, and rattling their bones. Hannibal was in the front passenger seat, refusing, point blank, to be stuffed in the back like a child. A privilege reserved for himself and Murdock. Murdock was not his usual bubbly self, his mouth hung open as he slept against the side of the car, legs sprawled across the backseat. The Captain had barely slept since he'd been shot a few weeks ago. His leg was healing nicely, he insisted the pain was minimal and his limp was now barely noticeable. However Face was worried about his friend. The man was a lot more sensitive than the rest of them, he was, as much as they hated to admit it, unstable.

Face was worried that what Lynch had done to him may have left a lasting emotional wound, something that would not heal as easily. His fears had been confirmed a few days after he left the hospital. Murdock had woken all three of them with a blood curdling scream, which ripped through the entire house, as he had woken from a nightmare one night. He had refused to tell the others any details, or even admit that it happened, clamming up immediately. But the pattern repeated each night, and each night he fell asleep in Face's arms. Face had thought going on the holiday Hannibal had suggested, getting out of the country for a while, might calm him. Unfortunately he'd been wrong.

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They'd decided to stay in a travel lodge that night. Fake names, leaving early in the morning for their next obscure location, Hannibal was sure they'd be safe; and that was always enough for the rest of them.

They slept two to a room, Murdock and Face, Hannibal and BA. Immediately after entering their room Murdock collapsed onto a bed, wordlessly claiming it as his own, and was asleep again within five minutes. Face was reluctant to leave him, but he knew this needed to be done, so he slipped out, down the hall, to speak to the others.

He tapped lightly on the door, every fibre of his being regretting having to do this.

BA opened the door with a scowl, "What d'you want Faceman? Managed to get us another car yet?"

Face knew he was playing on his pride, they both knew he could get them any car he wanted, but this was not the time to rise to the bait.

"You know why we can't have another car Sergeant, and I suggest you don't talk to a superior officer in that tone." Face replied smoothly, smirking he walked past him into the room. BA rolled his eyes.

Hannibal shook his head from the chair he was sitting in. Face marvelled at how he managed to not look tired when the rest of their face's showed classic signs of being worn down by everything that had been happening recently.

'That's Hannibal for you,' Face thought, with a hint of bitterness.

"Where's Murdock?" BA asked, it had not gone unnoticed that the Sergeant was laying off the pilot slightly since his nightmares began.

Face silently thanked BA for giving him an opening to the conversation that he loathed to bring up himself, "I left him back at the room, he's out like a light, poor guy's pretty tired." Face wondered if they would pick up on what he was really trying to tell them.

Hannibal, of course, picked up on it instantly, "I'm worried about him too Face, but I'm not sure how much we can do if he won't even admit there's a problem."

"I know," Face sighed, "I just thought that, maybe...maybe he should see a doctor?"

A moments pause before BA spoke up, "I think that'd probably for the best," He told them grudgingly.

Both looked to Hannibal for his reaction, knowing that however informal the team was, they would look to him for leadership. The Colonel looked thoughtful, "That's all very well, in fact I agree with you. But as he's denying the existence of any problems right now, that might be a little difficult."

Face nodded, "I'll try and talk to him."

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Lynch was standing in front of a group of the best CIA agents in America, a group he was currently in charge of. After proving to his superiors that actually managing to catch the A-Team at all was in fact a step up from what anyone else had managed, and apologising for not coming to them immediately, Lynch had been given the help of these agents to track down Hannibal and his team. He was going to see them jailed once and for all, for he had devised a plan that rivalled Hannibal's in its ingenuity and unorthodox nature. This time it was all carefully calculated, not carried out on a whim.

"We all know Hannibal and his team are good," Lynch grudgingly admitted to his audience, "But my guess is that they wouldn't be half as good without the support of one another, the life of a fugitive must be pretty lonely. We need to get inside their heads, separate them. Divide and conquer." He added the last part with a chuckle, scanning the stunned, confused faces staring back at him and hoping they were top in their class because of actions in the field if this was there reaction to the planning stages.

Lynch was feeling very frustrated that they had not yet grasped the brilliance of his plan, "We use their weaknesses." He clarified.

"They have weaknesses?" A usually quiet man sitting in the back row asked doubtfully.

Lynch chuckled again, "Everyone has a weakness, some that they don't even realise."

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When Face re-entered his and Murdock's room he found the captain awake, his breathing shallow and quick, brow shining with sweat. His hands shook and once or twice tremors coursed through his entire body shudder.

"Hey Faceman," He said casually, although the effect was ruined by his weak voice, "Where've you been?"

"Just checking what time we're due to leave tomorrow," Face lied easily, "You ok?"

"Me? Yeah, I'm absolutely fine and dandy," Murdock grimaced.

The Lieutenant hurried to sit down beside him on the bed, putting a comforting arm around his shoulders and ignoring how he flinched. That always happened; Face assumed he was still spooked from the dream, "Murdock you're sweating and shaking, and you keep waking up screaming."

Murdock shifted away from him, desperately trying to control his shudders, "If you thought you already knew the answer then why'd you ask?"

"Murdock please speak to me, you know you can always talk to me. I won't say anything to the others if you don't want me to, you know that."

"I know Face," Murdock took a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh, finally gaining control of the shaking, "But nothing's wrong. I am tired though, its been a long day, having to be in the passenger seat of a plane! What time are we leaving tomorrow?"

"Murdock..."

"Nevermind, I'm sure you'll wake me up anyway. Night."

And with that the subject was closed, Murdock climbed into bed, fully clothed.

"Murdock I..."

But as Face began to speak, loud fake snored started, and Face gave up for now, heading to the bathroom for a much needed shower.

When he came out about half an hour later Murdock had changed into his pyjamas and was fast asleep. Face climbed into bed, knowing that in a couple of hours he'd be up again, cradling his best friend, who still denied that there was anything wrong.