Murdock woke up to the sound of Face saying: "No no no no." He was tossing and turning in the covers, obviously in the toll of a nightmare.

"Face?" Murdock gently shook the younger man, making him start and sit up in the bed. The usual tidy blonde hair was sticking out and wet with sweat. When Face realised where he was he closed his eyes and let out a small sigh. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Don't worry 'bout me Murdock." Face mumbled, sinking back onto the bed and throwing the covers over his head.

"What was your nightmare about, Facey?" Murdock voice was filled with concern, making Face feel guilty. He hadn't meant to wake up Murdock. Hadn't meant to worry him but he could hardly stop the nightmares. The only way was not to sleep.

When Face didn't answer, Murdock answered his own question. "Was it when you were a kid?"

"Yeah." Face's voice was so low Murdock would have missed it if he wasn't listening for it. They sat in silence for a time, neither wanting to fall asleep again. Murdock worried about Face being left to his own thoughts and Face to scared of the nightmares that would surely return if he fell asleep.

"Want to talk about it?"

"No." Face snapped, instantly regretting it. "Sorry…It's just not something I want to talk about."

"That's alright Faceman. You wanna here a story." Murdock was obviously trying to make Face feel better but Face didn't want Murdock to worry.

"No thanks Murdock. Get some sleep."

"Only if you do." Murdock grinned.

"I can't." Face didn't realise he'd said it even though Murdock had heard it loud and clear. "Night Murdock."

"Night Face." Murdock mumbled, closing his eyes. He couldn't sleep though.

For the rest of the night, Murdock lay in bed listening to Face's even breathes and the occasional mutterings from his friend. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

Next Morning

"Have a good night?" Hannibal asked as Murdock and Face walked into the kitchen, knowing before they answered that they hadn't. Murdock was putting a good show of his usual happy attitude but the way his shoulders where slumped forwards told Hannibal something was bothering Murdock. Face was about the same but he hid it better. If not for the way Face's eyes kept darting back and forth or the paleness in Face's face Hannibal would have presumed he was fine.

In answer, face shrugged and Murdock shook his head. Hannibal made a mental note to talk to Murdock later, somewhere where face couldn't listen in.

"Vans ready." BA stated as he entered through the front door.

"Good, Face go and help Amy get the supplies in the van." Face frowned, knowing full well what Hannibal was planning. Problem was he also knew he couldn't do anything about it. Amy sent Hannibal a look to, telling him she wasn't impressed about being left out of things.

"So what happened?" Hannibal asked as soon as the door closed behind Face and Amy.

"I don't know." Murdock frustratingly told them

"That don't make no sense fool." Hannibal couldn't help but agree with BA.

"He had a nightmare or something. Kept talking in his sleep but wouldn't say anything. When I asked he told me to leave it alone."

"Is anything to do with when he was a kid?" Murdock nodded as answer.

"Maybe this job ain't good for Faceman." BA stated what was on everyone's mind.

"We can't just drop the case though and Face wouldn't let us leave him behind." Murdock argued, earning him a glare from BA.

"Murdock's right, BA. We just need to keep an eye on him." Hannibal sighed frustrated. Nothing was ever easy when it came to Face.

In the van…

"I'm sorry." Face stated when they finished putting the equipment in the van. He was frustrated that Murdock was telling Hannibal and BA what had happened but at the same time he was glad he had a chance to talk to Amy alone. Face felt guilty about shouting at her, not that he hadn't had a good reason for it.

"It's not your fault. I shouldn't have gone to Father Maghil." Amy felt guilty about that, realising that that was probably the worst thing she could have done.

"No you shouldn't." Face muttered.

"Hey!" Amy shouted, angry at what Face had said.

"Sorry." Face muttered again. When he was tired he had the tendency to talk before thinking. It never boded well, especially when the con man just wanted everyone to see he was fine. But the nightmares where stopping him from sleeping. Tired, Face was tripping up more than usual.

"It's fine." Amy knew it wasn't Face; fault. Hell she saw the way he was right now. She would never call Face weak but there was something wrong. She'd never seen Face look like this before and it scared her. "You can talk to me, or the guys if you need it. You know that right?"

"Yeah. But I'm fine." Amy shook her head exasperated.

Before she could say anything, the others came up to the van. As they took their usual places, Amy saw the concerned glances they gave Face. It wasn't as subtle as they would have liked because she saw the spark of anger in Face's eyes. He stayed silent though for whatever reason.

"How long's the ride BA?" She asked, hoping it wouldn't be too long. She didn't think they'd be able to survive a full car ride like this. At least not with Face in this mood.

"Couple o' hours."

"Good, means I can get some sleep, Billy kept me up all night last night." Face looked down at his feet, guiltily. That was his fault not Billy. "Not that I don't mind." Murdock said, hastily.

"There ain't no dog fool." BA growled but that was the last they heard of the subject. As Murdock settled down in his seat and fell asleep, Hannibal looked at Face though the mirror. He didn't say anything though. Good. Face didn't think he could handle the older man's questions.

Silence filled the van as they drove through open country. Face rested his head on the back of the vans not daring to close his eyes. Yes, he was tired but he didn't want anyone to see the nightmares. When they stopped he'd scam them a place to stay where he could have a room to himself. That way he wouldn't have to worry about waking anyone with the nightmares.

Eventually, the van pulled up outside a dusty old village. Getting out of the car, Face noticed it looked to be the typical run down village with half the shops closed down and the houses in either a state of repair or needing one.

"The physciatric ward's about 5 miles up the road and there's a motel near here. I'll book us a room and we'll run through the plan."

It turned out Hannibal booked them 3 rooms, so Amy got her own BA and Murdock shared and he and Hannibal had to share. Usually Face shared with Murdock, in an effort to keep BA from getting too angry at Murdock craziness but this time Hannibal wanted to room with him. Face had a feeling he knew why and wasn't happy about it in the slightest.

Amy went to buy food with Murdock, leaving Face to help Hannibal iron out the kinks in the plan. By the time they came back with burgers the plan was set. Tomorrow they would go in and if everything went according to plan, not that it ever did, they'd be done by the end of the week.

Knowing he'd need some sleep before the next day, Face took a sleeping pill, hoping it would keep him under for the night. Hannibal saw him take it but didn't say anything; hopefully he wouldn't here the nightmares. If there was any and Face desperately hoped there would be that night.

He was wrong of course. That night the nightmares cam again and this time he couldn't even wake up to get rid of them.

Face stood to the side of a room, watching as a small figure was tied down to a bed, wires being attached to him. The little boy was crying, shaking his head. A Doctor just frowned, motioning for a nurse to inject something into the little boy. It wasn't soon until the figure went limp. Face wanted to scream at them to stop but he couldn't move or speak.

They attached wires to the little boys figure before the doctor pressed a switch. As the switch was pressed Face felt the same pain the little boy felt. His body jerked. He was on the table unable to move. Hot pain ran through his body. Jerking, Face tried to scream but his head felt woolly. The woolliness feeling did nothing to numb the pain.

They were talking but the words fell on deaf ears. Pain. It hurt. Through the pale fog that was filling Face's eyes he saw them press a button. "NO!" He wanted to scream but he couldn't. His mouth just opened and closed like a gaping goldfish.

The pain increased. It wouldn't stop. White hot burning like being prodded with a hot poker. Make it stop. Why wouldn't it stop?

Face woke with a scream forming on his lips.