By the time Face and Hannibal had gotten back up, Murdock already had the guy almost under him, punching him roughly so his head kept snapping form side to side.

"Murdock, stop!" Face rushed over and grasped the pilot's shoulders, trying to pull him back.

Someone nearby screamed for security and Hannibal went around to Murdock's front, shoving against his chest. "Stop that right now, that's an order! Or I will send you back to that hospital!"

Murdock's head snapped up, his eyes huge. "You're threatnin' me?"

"If you don't do as I say, I will have to." Hannibal said gruffly and Face used his momentary distraction to haul Murdock to his feet. Murdock's continued to stare at Hannibal with disbelief. "So it's true then. You really did get rid of me two years ago."

"Murdock, stop saying that! We would never do anything like that. Ever!" Hannibal grabbed his shoulders and looked deep into Murdock's eyes, pleading. "We wouldn't."

"See? What'd I tell ya?" A slimy voice came from behind them. The strange man was slinking over to them, his cheeks already bruised purple and black. "They just love to lie, now don't they? It's because you're just so easy to lie to, they know you're gulible. They enjoy causing you pain."

Murdock's peircing glare turned on Hannibal again. Face couldn't believe Murdock would listen to this stranger over his own family. But he could see where he was coming from: being dropped off at that terrible mental hospital, never hearing from Face, B.A., or Hannibal for two years, all that abuse. Face had to get Murdock to believe him, but first he had to get rid of this weirdo.

"Sir, I would appreicate it if you'd shut your mouth and leave my friend alone." He hissed in a velvet-soft voice.

The man shrugged. "I dunno, is he really your friend?"

Hannibal turned and saw they had attracted a crowd. He gave Face the 'Hurry-Up!' Look and Face nodded once.

"I've had ten years to figure that out. Ten years, ten long, dangerous years that we are still lucky to be alive after. I'll admit, at first, I wasn't sure I wanted Murdock for my friend. But now, I wouldn't trade him for the world. Back off." Face felt Murdock grab his arm and knew he was winning.

"Templeton 'Faceman' Peck. Raised by the nuns at that orphanage all because your pitiful mother and father never wanted you." He turned, making Face twitched as he fought back the cringing memories. The man went on. "Face, you know what's it's like to be unwanted and unloved. It's why you two are such good friends, you're pasts were hell filled."

Murdock made a growling noise. "My mom did want me! She just died."

"Mmm hmm. That's why she died. Way to go, champ."

Hannibal expected Murdock to spring back into another wild-man fury, but was suprised when Face lunged, yelling angerly as he punched the man in the nose, sending him backwards. He backed up, grabbing Hannibal and Murdock's arms. "Let's go."

As they walked away from the man, he was yelling behind them, "You'll never get your friend back! We have him, he's gone!" As they glared back at the man, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a folded wallet thing. When he flipped it open, they could make out the FBI badge.

"Uh no." Hannibal muttered, picking his pace up. They stopped outside the terminal waiting area, seeing just as the security finally came rushing into the gift shop, where they had been.

"What did he mean, boss?" Face was asking, still holding onto Murdock's arm.

Hannibal looked over with a frustrated look. "The CIA has B.A.. The military has B.A.. If we go there, we will be walking right into their hands. That man, is going to contact them! They will be waiting when he land, waiting to send us off to prision." He paced a bit, muttering something under his breath.

"I don't wanna go to Germany again." Murdock wimpered, his wirey frame shaking a bit. Face looked over and tried to smile reassuringly, removing his hand from Murdock's arm and wrapping it around his shoulder, hugging him close. "Trust me, you won't be going back to Germany. I'll die for you if that's what it takes."

"We can't go into JFK Airport...they are expecting us there." Hannibal was muttering, pacing back and forth with his hands fluttering about. "They could have forces in all surrounding airports, we'd need another way in. Something they wouldn't be expecting." He then snapped his fingers. "I am going to get three tickets into Harrisburg! Stay right here." He left them quickly, almost running into the security.

"What about his wife?" Murdock wondered.

"I don't know." Face sighed, wondering how far Hanniabl was form losing his own mind.

Flight to Harrisburg

"She'll never talk to you again. You know that, right?" Face muttered to Hannibal across Murdock.

Hannibal looked away from the window. "I didn't want her in danger, coming along with us. She'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Face, drop it." Hannibal faced forward with a sigh, then looked at Murdock. "You're being quiet, Captain. Something on your mind?"

"Someone." He murmered before snapping his head up and looking wide-eyed at Face and Hannibal on either side of him. Hannibal half smiled. "Someone, eh? Who might that be?"

Murdock's eyes went blank, picturing her. Her beautiful auburn hair, her beautiful blue eyes, that smile...he felt his chest welling up. "Abbie, she was my light in that dark place. With her, it was more bearable. She was always there, to comfort me after the shocks, the beatings. If it hadn't been for her..." He shook his head sadly. "I love her more than anything and I had to leave. She promised she'd be waiting, she is something special."

Face felt his frown deepening as he felt a deep pity for his friend. "Was she a patient?"

Murdock laughed heavily, rooling his eyes to the roof of the airplane. "Heh, no. She was one of the nurses. I know, I know!" He held his hands up defensivly at Hannibal and Face's sudden facial change. "But she knew, how I felt. Unlike every other terrible nurse, she actually tried to understand and listen. She was real."

"She sounds pretty amazing, Murdock." Hannibal was saying.

Face was staring at Murdock with a shocked expression. "What?" Murdock demanded.

"But you...you got Natalie's phone number...you practically cheated on her." He was saying, his brow mashing together in confusion. Murdock snorted, pulling the folded peiece of paper form his pockets. "I got this for you." He shoved the paper into Face's hands and grinned. "I couldn't help talking to her though, she reminded me so much of my Abbie. And I knew you were liking her, so I just asked." Murdock then shrugged. "I'm going to call her as soon as we land."

"We've got about a day drive ahead of us, boys. We'll need to be fast." Hannibal was saying, butting into the conversation as he hadn't been listening.

Face made a gasping noise and stuck his index finger in the air. "Well, you can just use my phone to chat all the drive with your girl, Murdock. Man, I'm a genius!" He saw two pairs of eyes staring at him like he was a freak and lifted his shoulders, shaking his head.

Murdock smiled. "Thanks Faceguy."

Harrisburg Airport

As soon as they had exited the terminal, Face handed off his phone and Murdock eagerly dialed, bouncing in place as they stood in line to rent a car.

"Hey Ab. Yeah, I know. I miss you so much, too! I think..." Murdock's conversation began, leaning on his right leg as Face scanned the area. Hannibal stepped up to the counter and chose the car, then Face noticed two people moving closer, in black suits with sunglasses on even though they are in a building. He turned his back, glancing out of the corner of his eye and saw one of the men lower the sunglasses along the bridge of his nose and point to the three of them. He said something and his partner nodded in agreement.

Face tensed and tapped Hannibal. "Got some." He muttered, moving his chin in the dirrection of the FBI Agents.

Hannibal sighed and took the keys the lady handed him. "We've got to get out, fast. There's an exit right out there, they'll bring the car around and we can get on." They nudged Murdock, who looked up and saw the danger.

"Uh, sweetheart, I gotta go...I love you, too. Bye!" As soon as he had shut the phone, the men were hurrying off, dodging the people and tyring not to attract any attention.

One of the agents spoke up loudly. "HEY! Freeze!"

Heads began turning and Face spun around, picking out the nearest door and leading the others over to it. They pulled but it was locked.

"Why is it not opening?" Murdock asked nervously, pounding on the wall with his fist.

"This is the airport security. Due to criminal act, we are locking down the entire airport. Please do not panic and go to the nearest security officer to be scanned and eld to a safe place." The overhead speakers announced.

People began rushing towards the nearest guards and the three team members kept moving away, trying all the doors they passed.

"It's Peck, Smith, and that idiot pilot!" An Agent was announcing into his radio, tracking the three.

"I'm not an idiot!" Murdockhalted and turned back towards the oncoming FBI Agents angerly. Face backtracked and grabbed Murdock's arm, pulling him along. "Come on!"

"How are we going to find that car?" Face was asking.

"How are we going to get out?" Murdock complained.

Hannibal ignored both of them, finally getting to the main glass doors. "Get ready, boys!" He warned before slamming right into the doors and sending them shattering down to the concrete, Murdock and Face's mouths hanging open as they went through after him. "Boss are you-" Face broke off as a bullet fired by lightning quick and more repeated, echoing loudly through the airport. A telephone booth near them was hit and it's glass cracked into a spiderweb circle.

Hannibal went right up to some man about to get in his Porsche, looking him in the eye. "Excuse me, sir. I really do need to borrow those keys." He plucked the keys right out of the befuddled man's hands and nodded. "Thanks very much. Now I suggest you leave the area if you don't want to get shot."

The sound of gunfire backed his statement up and the man instinctivly ducked, covering his head. Hannibal went around to the driver's side and opened the door, shoving the keys into the ignition as he slammed the door. Face came in beside him and Murdock dove into the backseat, the doors not even shut before Hannbal was speeding off.

The Agents all came around, their breathing heavy. They fired until the car was out of range and Larson threw his gun onto the ground, letting out a shout of rage. "They got away. AGAIN!"

"That's their specialty, sir." Conners said, coming up behind him and retrieving the gun. He held it out and Larson snatched it away, running a finger down the barrel. "Once they see their friend...they'll give in." He growled, locking his gun back in its holder.

New York City

"Larson just called in. Said they got away. Again." Lt. Summers reoprted to his boss.

General Johsnon made a growling noise and threw his folders down, looking around the bright office. "Where's the criminal?"

"In the cell, sir."

"Let me see him." Johnson ordered, already heading out of the room. The two found the jail cells and went in, seeing the big man still out on the pull-down bed.

"He should be out for another hour. We can question him after he wakes up." Lt. Summers told his boss, holding the cell door open.

As soon as the two had left and the door was locked again, B.A. Baracus cracked an eye open. There was no one except the dimwitted guard around. He sat up, rubbing his face. He was worried about the other three, overhearing conversations about capturing them at the airport. He knew that they were coming for him and knew they were together again.

Least I'm with the 'Good-Guys.' He thought sullenly, knowing the military wasn't likely going to beat him or something. All he could do was hope Hannibal had a plan and Face was still handsome and Murdock wasn't completely gone into the world of looneys.