Note: I received a request that I write a Face/Amy story…so here it is! But the whole team plays a big role. Hope you enjoy!

Face never thought he would be happy to hear the wailing sounds or see the flashing lights in the distance. But as he lay on the ground with a knife wielding goon looming over him it was music to his ears. "Saved by the sirens,' he thought.

"Let's get outta here," he heard a gruff voice say and then the bad guys left in a hurry.

The sirens were growing louder and Face's survival instinct kicked in. He forced himself up and over to a scared stiff Amy and began pushing her toward his Corvette. "C'mon...we have to move."

Adrenaline took over and he felt no pain as they peeled out onto the road leaving a trail of dust behind them. Dodging in and out of traffic he sped until he was sure they had lost the MPs. It wasn't until he slowed down that he first noticed the blood on his hands and felt his injuries. He glanced over at Amy who was staring straight ahead, still in shock. He wanted to ask her what was going on, but she didn't look any more capable of answering than he was of listening.

The blood loss was beginning to make him feel lightheaded and nauseous. He headed the car in the direction of Hannibal's place and just hoped he would get there before passing out.

It wasn't until the vehicle came to a stop that Amy seemed to come out of her daze to see the blood on the steering wheel. "Face, are you okay?"

"Hmmm," Face mumbled, his energy waning.

"Face, you're bleeding."

"Mmm...yeah...guess I am," Face slurred.

"I'm so sorry...I didn't want you to get hurt."

"S'okay."

"Where are we?"

"Hannibal's place." Face was breathing hard; beads of sweat forming on his brow. "And we're late."

"Late?" Amy asked in confusion.

"At least I am." Face paused to catch his breath. "Was due here a couple hours ago." Face slowly climbed out the door and held onto the roof for support. "Just...gimme a...minute."

"Face...I'm sorry."

"I told you, s'alright."

"No. I'm sorry, but I can't go in there." And with that Amy started to back away from the car.

"Wait...where...where're you going?"

"I should have never involved you in this...it was a mistake."

"Mistake or not...I am involved now. Let me help."

"I...I'm sorry." And with that the brunette took off running.

"Amy!" Face called out and started to run after her. He only made it a few steps before his head began to spin and he had to stop. Leaning over with his hands resting on his thighs he watched Amy disappear around a corner. He took a few deep breaths before standing back up and staggering his way toward the door.

Face had one foot inside when he heard the familiar purr of his engine and turned back to see Amy peeling away in his prized vehicle. "Damn!" he cursed, realizing that he had left the keys in the ignition. But there was nothing he could do in his current state, so he continued on inside.

"That fool Faceman better have a good excuse for bein' so late," B.A. grumbled.

Murdock patted B.A. on his muscular shoulder eliciting a growl. "Relax, big guy. I'm sure Face has a good reason."

"And it better not involve no woman."

"With Face there is always a woman involved," Hannibal quipped. "Ah...and speak of the ladies man himself."

At first they didn't notice that anything was amiss with their teammate when he entered the room, but then again they weren't really looking. B.A. saw Face begin to sway violently and he ran over and grabbed hold of his shoulders. Face gasped at the touch before collapsing against the gold laden chest.

"Hey...Faceman's hurt."

"I'm...fine," Face lied as B.A. laid him down on the ground. His voice was shaky and his words mumbled. "And...wasn't any woman...was...Amy."

"Amy?" the others exclaimed in unison as Face promptly passed out.

"Let's get him to the couch," Hannibal directed taking note of the slashes to Face's black shirt and the blood on his hands and khaki pants.

"Murdock, get the med kit and B.A., some clean towels and a basin of water."

"Yes, sir."

Hannibal unbuttoned and removed Face's shirt and frowned as he took in a myriad of cuts.

"How's he doin', man?" B.A. asked a couple of minutes later while Murdock started setting out some supplies.

"Most of these are superficial and have stopped bleeding." Hannibal pointed to a long and deep gash running from shoulder to just above the elbow. "With the exception of this one. It's going to need cleaning and stitching...any volunteers?"

"I think it's the fool's turn,"

"Nuh-uh, big guy, I sewed him up last time."

"No you didn't."

"Yes, I did."

"Um, hey," Face said weakly, his eyes remaining shut. "Man bleeding here."

"Sorry, kid. Tell you what...I'll patch you up myself."

"Great...can't wait."

B.A. held Face's arm still as Hannibal poured an antiseptic onto the wound. "Ahh," he gasped, his back arching from the intensity of the liquid fire.

"Hang in there, buddy," Murdock soothed taking hold of Face's free hand for support.

Face kept a firm grip on Murdock's hand and stared up at the ceiling with gritted teeth. Hannibal worked as quickly and gently as possible, but still with the length of the cut it took nearly 20 minutes for him to stitch him up. When Hannibal announced he was done, Face was ghostly pale and sweaty; his breaths coming out in ragged gasps.

"B.A., get some water."

"Right, colonel."

"Try to slow down your breathing, kid," Hannibal encouraged. "Look at me...in through your nose...out through your mouth."

Face tried to breathe along with Hannibal and by the time B.A. had returned with the glass of water he was almost at a normal pace.

"Drink this, Faceman." Hannibal helped lift Face's torso upwards while B.A. held the glass to his lips. "Take it slow, man."

"What happened, Face?" Hannibal asked as he started to clean up some of the other cuts.

"Amy happened."

Murdock started feeling around on Face's head causing B.A. to ask, "What you doin', fool?"

"I'm checking to see if Face hit his head...Amy's been out of the country for a couple of years now."

Face winced at Hannibal's ministrations eliciting a sympathetic grin from the colonel. "Well, she's back...and in trouble."

"Tell us exactly what went down."

Face began to recount the day's events starting with the frantic phone call to his car phone early in the day.

'Face…Face…I need your help…I'm in trouble.'

'Amy?' It took Face a moment to wrap his mind around who was on the other end of the line. 'Amy,' he repeated in confusion.

'They're after me…please come…help me.' Her tone was desperate…terrified.

'Where are you? I'll call the guys and we'll meet you.'

'No…no time. They're on my tail…'

'Who?'

'Just come…please hurry…the pier.' As an afterthought she said softly, 'you know the one.'

'Hang tight…I'm on my way.'

Face did know the one; the last time he had been there…but he couldn't let himself go there with the guys now. As it was he was having trouble talking through the pain and he was feeling increasingly nauseous. He stopped to take some deep breaths before continuing.

"When I got there two goons were holding Amy while a third held a knife on her."

'Let her go.'

'Ah…isn't this touching…your boyfriend is here to rescue you.'

"I said…let – her- go.'

'Drop it pretty boy or the little lady here gets a new face.'

Face's words started to tumble out at a rapid pace as he relived the experience. "I tossed my gun aside…I heard Amy scream as she was pushed away. Then hands grabbed me from behind…never saw it coming. They wrestled me down…felt knife slicing me…heard sirens…they ran…next thing I knew it we were here."

The little color Face had drained from his cheeks and his eyes drifted shut. He suddenly felt detached from the room and from his own body.

"Kid…you doing okay?" No answer. Hannibal put down the antiseptic soaked cloth and reached for Face's wrist. His pulse was fast, his breathing shallow and his skin felt clammy. "Damn…he's going into shock."

Wordlessly they set into action. B.A. carefully lifted Face's legs while Murdock elevated them by placing a rolled up blanket underneath them. Hannibal covered Face with an afghan figuring he had done all he could to clean his wounds and that what he needed now was rest.

"What we do now, man?"

Hannibal kept his eyes trained on his ailing friend and answered, "We keep him warm and as comfortable as possible. Hopefully with some sleep he'll be alright."

Face could hear them talking about him but it sounded far away. It wasn't until Murdock asked, "Did he say 'we were here'?" Murdock asked. "If so, then where's Amy?"

Face forced his eyes back open in spite of how heavy his lids felt. "My Vette...she stole my Vette." With that his head lolled to the side and he was out.

TBC…