Murdock sighed, laying on his bed and staring at the ceiling. Face wasn't there yet. He glanced sideways at the clock, realizing it was now 1:30. He could run down to the cafeteria for a quick lunch if he wanted, but then he might miss Face. A small voice in the back of his head laughed at him, cruelly informing him that his best friend wasn't coming. After all, it had been hours since his five minutes were up. But Murdock ignored it, staring at the ceiling again in despair.
He didn't understand. Face had never done this to him! Sure, Face had been delayed before, and sure, he had been caught up in women before, but he had never just blown Murdock off. The few times he hadn't shown up were when Decker had posted guards or came to visit, neither of which were happening now. The pilot's mind raced, trying to come up with a good explanation. He'd put the giant rabbit theory on hold ages ago, and was moving onto more serious things.
What if he had been grabbed by Decker? The man could have posted MP's around without anyone noticing, and could have grabbed him coming in. He could be in a cell right now! Murdock's anxiety rose as he thought about it. Or what if Face was hurt? He could've been shot and left to die in a gutter, all alone. Murdock's overactive imagination threw up the image against his will. He could see Face, covered in blood, dying, wishing Murdock would call for help…..
The pilot sat straight up, jumping for the phone. He couldn't just sit here while Face was missing! He dialed the number, waiting impatiently as it rang.
"Yeah?" A gruff voice growled angrily from the other end of the line. Murdock clung to the phone desperately, thankful that BA was home.
"BA! You're there! You're unbothered by rabbits! You're…." He paused, realizing he hadn't called BA at all. "You're at Hannibal's house. Why are you at Hannibal's house?"
"What're you goin' on about, fool? Don't be talkin' nonsense to me! And the game's today, you knew that. Told ya 'bout it days ago. Aren't you supposed ta be with Face?" The big guy's voice was smothered with annoyance at being bothered during his game. Murdock mentally scolded himself for forgetting, but didn't stop to apologize.
"BA, Face didn't come! He called and said he'd be here in five minutes, but he didn't come! What if he's hurt? What if he's caught? What if he's being held hostage by radioactive rabbits?" Murdock still hadn't one hundred percent decided the rabbits weren't making life difficult, and wasn't willing to throw out a possibility. He paused, silent for a moment, before continuing in a quiet voice. "BA… what if he's dead?"
"He probably just got tired of all you're jibba jabba," BA muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes. But He knew Murdock was right to be worried. The team was in constant danger, and that meant they had to be constantly on alert. BA caught the fear in Murdock's tone, and personally vowed that if Face wasn't in trouble, he would be soon. "Alright fool, I'll tell Hannibal and we'll go check on him. Don't you worry 'bout Face, he knows how to take care of himself. Ya good now?"
Murdock nodded viciously, than realized BA couldn't see it. " Yep! Thank you soooo much, BA. Come get me if he's in trouble!" With that he hung up, moving to sit on the bed again. He didn't feel like doing anything but waiting until news of his friend came, so he began to stare at the ceiling again.