A/N: Success! Lol, I dunno. Okay, enjoy chapter four. And a special thank you to the reviewers! You all are the best:)

"Where've you been?"

Murdock let the door shut and slumped over to the bed before looking at Bosco. "Around," He shrugged. Murdock sat in the chair and clasped his hands in his lap. "Where's Hannibal?" B.A. asked from his armchair.

"Right here." Hannibal walked in the room, three cups of coffee in his hands. He handed one to B.A. then held one out to Murdock, who grimaced at it. "I hate that shit. Couldn't ya have gotten a soda or somethin'?" The pilot muttered.

Hannibal sighed, practically slamming the cup down on the table. Coffee sloshed over the edge. "I'm sorry. I'll give you a dollar and you can go get yourself one, Murdock." He rummaged in his pocket and pulled out his wallet, extracting a dollar bill. But Murdock only glared at it as Hannibal held it near his face. "Take it."

"I don't wanna."

"Murdock!" Hannibal pulled his hand back up to his forehead, closing his eyes and taking in deep breaths. "I know you're upset. We all are. But that's no reason to act like a snobby little kid, now go get yourself something or drink the coffee." His voice had risen.

B.A. was watching silently, eyes moving between the two. Murdock slowly rose to his feet, eyes locked on Hannibal. "Snobby little kid?" He repeated through clenched teeth. "I beg your pardon?"

"Well you won't have to beg for it," Hannibal folded his arms over his chest. "Face, is in a coma. We see this. Yes, it is painful to see him like this, but we need to stay strong for him. If he can really hear us, he'd be unhappy at us for fighting and-"

"If this was really making him unhappy, he'd wake up and make us stop!" Murdock interrupted loudly. B.A. widened his eyes, wondering if anyone could hear this.

Hannibal slammed his cup down next to the other one and leaned in towards the Captain. "You don't interrupt me when I'm speaking to you, Captain. And don't say you didn't hear me finish, I know you hear me just fine."

"Apparently it doesn't matter if I hear you, it's him that needs to hear you!" Murdock jabbed a finger towards Face. "Murdock..." B.A. warned, getting to his feet.

Murdock turned to him. "No, Bosco, don't say anything. You're comments are unnecessary right now, okay?"

B.A. scowled, holding up a fist and coming towards Murdock. "Fool, I'm warning ya righ' now," Murdock danced back as B.A. came at him and Hannibal yelled their names, having to nearly dive out of the way as B.A. got Murdock's neck and shook him back and forth roughly. "Just 'cause ya mad don't mean ya can take it out on us, alrigh' you damn fool?" He was growling.

Murdock choked, kicking B.A. violently until he finally aimed one right at the kneecap and Bosco grunted, falling back. Murdock scampered away before he recovered, grabbing the armchair and standing behind it, bent a little. "Bosco, Murdock!" Hannibal groaned when B.A. went back for Murdock, grabbing the chair and shoving it easily to the side and grabbing Murdock's jacket collar, lifting him a few inches above the floor. Murdock writhed, hands tight around B.A.'s bigger wrists. Hannibal grabbed B.A.'s shoulders and pulled, ordering him to back down. Only when they heard a knock on the door did everyone freeze before B.A. let Murdock fall and Hannibal threw the person a "Come in!"

The door cracked open and Doctor Sanders, Face's Doctor, peered in a little nervously. "Eh, some of the nurses and patients were complaining of loud noises and shouting coming from in here," He noted. "Is everything alright, boys?"

Hannibal tried to smile a small smile and nodded, patting B.A.'s shoulder. "Of course. Just a small disagreement, nothing to worry about, it's okay now."

Doctor Sanders did not look convinced. "Alright. But if this persists, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." He nodded at them and left, Hannibal closing his eyes and rubbing his forehead.

"You two..." He ground out, turning slowly towards B.A. and Murdock. "Baracus, sit in that chair and don't leave it until I say so." The chair of topic was the armchair and B.A. gave Hannibal a hard glare before gradually sliding to it, lowering himself down and crossing his arms across his broad chest. "Murdock, go in that corner across the room. Same for you, don't come out until I say so."

Murdock trudged over, Hannibal pretending he did not hear the pilot muttering, "Don't be such a hard ass."

"Moving on now, boys," Hannibal turned around towards Face, blinking. "Depending on how long Face will be here, we can't continue to sleep here. I mean we could, but I don't know if you'd want to keep doing that because we don't know when he'll...be waking up."

B.A. rested his chin in his hand, watching the former Colonel with eyes trying to hide his real thoughts. Hannibal turned and made eye contact, nodding slightly. "There's a cheap place just down the road," Bosco noted lowly.

"Super 8?" Hannibal asked.

"Think so, yeah."

Hannibal nodded again. "We can do that. We need a good sleep on an actual bed. You got the money?"

"Naw. 'S in Faceman's bag." B.A. pointed across the room near Murdock's legs. Hannibal crossed over and picked it up, going back to B.A. and dropping the bad on the table. They opened it, digging around for the hidden pocket, unzipping it and pulling the small locked case out. "Key?" Hannibal wondered aloud, turning the bag and peeking in a outside pocket. B.A. shook his head.

" 'Round his neck, I think."

Hannibal left his side, pulling the hospital down down away from Face's neck and seeing first the silver chain. Hanging further down the chain was a small, gray key. The Colonel reached behind the man's neck and unclasped the necklace and brought it back over, handing to to B.A. to unlock the small case.

His eyes widened a little and he half-smiled, chuckling a little. "Dang, man. There's gotta be like, seven hundred in here," He whistled. "An' that's only in this. I know the man's gotta whole lot more saved up somewhere else."

"Then I say we go get a room." Hannibal took the case away and took a quick look inside, snapping it shut afterward and locking it. He gave B.A. a small grin that hardly touched his eyes and rubbed his thumb down the case, thinking.

There was a shuffling sound in the corner. "Am I allowed to go?" Murdock asked in a voice dipped in sarcasm.

Hannibal looked around at him, realizing too late how hard his expression had got when his eyes landed on the pilot's glaring face. "Guess that's a no, then." Murdock grumbled, falling back against the wall.

"Murdock," Hannibal sighed. "can you please just calm down a little?"

"Calm down? Me?" Murdock cackled. "Yeah...and who get's this really ticked off look when he see me?"

B.A. got to his feet slowly but, smartly, stayed back. Hannibal raised his eyebrows, stepping towards Murdock. "I will throw you out of here right now, Captain. Can we get over this now?"

Murdock shrugged. "Sure. Long 's you stop giving me these looks."

"I will." Hannibal motioned him over and when Murdock got in front of him, he took ahold of the pilot's wrist and pulled his hand up, palm upwards. "Now as an apology, I'm going to trust you with this key. Lose it, and I will let B.A. throw you out the window." It was a joke, but Murdock nodded seriously. He wrapped his long fingers around the key, the chain dangling out between his thumb and index finger.

"Let's go now, I'm sure Face will be here, same as now, when we return tomorrow morning." Hannibal said to the two.

He got to the door first, holding it open for B.A. and Murdock, who was clasping the necklace behind his neck. Before following, Hannibal looked back at Face, blinking quickly.

"We'll be back, kid. I promise."