Face stretched after he taxied into the hanger. It had taken some of his traditional Face magic, but he had been able to swing a private hanger for the jet. He stood and turned, letting out a sigh as he left the cockpit.

He smiled as he entered, finding the women had all managed to fall asleep. He peered back into the cockpit where Amy was still asleep in the co-pilot chair. After their conversation, things had gotten quiet. With everything that was going on and the high stress situation since all four women had finally arrived back into his life, it only made sense that all four would be beyond exhausted.

Face let down the stairs and made his way outside. He made quick arrangements for some transportation before returning to wake the women. He approached Stevie first, seeing as she would probably be the most difficult.

"Wakey wakey!"

"mmmm, five more minutes." Stevie pulled her jacket farther up over her head, earning a small laugh from Face. This seemed to catch her attention as she suddenly sat upright. "Oh, hi!" She seemed to suddenly realize something and quickly glanced around the room. "So I guess last night was not a dream?"

"Haha, sadly it was not." Stevie put a pouting smirk on her face.

"Sadly? Seeing me again is sad?"

"No ma'am, not in the least. But getting all of you shot at and nearly killed, that was very sad."

This caused Stevie to quit her pouting. She noticed the sad crestfallen look on Templeton's face. She patted the seat beside her and waited for him to sit. She leaned over to rest her head on his shoulder and began stroking his back. He was a well-built man. Cocky, ladies' man, scam artist, sure. He was definitely all of that. But he was so much more. Stevie had seen first-hand that he could handle himself when the team had helped with her case. She'd even seen it on a few opportunities since then when he had helped with some personal security for her.

This, however, was something entirely different. It had shocked all of them when he had managed to fly the helicopter. Now he had flown a plane? And all of that had nothing on the look. Face had always played around before. His sarcastic attitude hadn't even left him when he had gotten into trouble, always trying to scam his way out. But when those goons in the elevator had pulled guns on them, something was different. Stevie couldn't put her finger on it, but Face was different. He didn't play. He didn't try to talk his way out of things. He reacted. There was ice in his eyes.

And the other women had noticed it too. When he had gone to fly, they had sat and talked about what was going on. They had learned a bit more about the case from Amy, had spoken a bit more about all of their involvement with Face well beyond their cases, and had finally come to the topic of Face since they had all arrived.

He had been nothing like any of them remembered. He had been his fun playful self at times, but the womanizing bit was gone. He had yet to hit on any of them. And his eyes.

Ice.

"Don't worry about it honey, we're all big girls. We can handle ourselves." Stevie was shaken from her thoughts as Jackie sat up and she noticed Lane doing the same. Face smiled at them as Stevie stood up to stretch and Amy joined them.

"So what now Face?" It was a quick and direct question, meant to get them moving and back on track.

"Well, now…" Face said smiling. "We go see some of Ms. Carter's friends."

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The ladies made their way out of the back of the limo. Of course Face had scammed a limo for them, just not a driver. Instead, as the four had come off the plane with their bags, Face popped a chauffeur cap onto his head, took their bags, and strolled over to the limo. After quickly tossing the bags into the trunk, he opened the door and helped each lady in. This of course elicited a collection of smiles and giggles before he shut the door and jumped into the driver's seat.

Their flight had landed them in west Texas and their drive took them nearly two hours away from the airport. The final directions had been from Lane. As they stepped out of the car, she was greeted by an older gentleman with wild white hair and a giant, pure white bushy beard. He was dressed like a modern cowboy, but he was wearing a golf cap in aa poor attempt to hide his hair. He had a huge grin on his face as he wrapped Lane in a warm hug.

"Miss Carter, it has been far too long. I was rather thrilled when you called me. And I see you brought company?" He gestured toward the three women standing with her. Face had already shut the door and was standing beside the car as a good chauffer would. Lane turned and indicated the three other women.

"This is Jackie Taylor of Dallas, Stevie Faith, the rockstar, and Amy Allen, foreign correspondent for the LA Courier Express." She paused and a grin passed amongst the four women before Lane continued her introductions. "And this is Templeton Peck, trying to hide behind us. The famous 'Face' of the A-Team."

There was a tense moment. Face did not look happy. His plan had been for no one to know who he was in this process. He didn't know who they could trust. Of course he should have known better than to think these women would work with his plan.

"And Ladies, Face, this is Grandpa Dave." Dave seemed to have a look of shock on his face. The women he had expected, but he had not expected what Lane had shared with him about the handsome chauffer. Face smiled as he walked up, tossing his hat through the window into the car before strolling over to shave Dave's hand. There was still a dumbfounded look on Dave's face, but that changed the instant their hands met. The two began shaking warmly before a look passed.

Before any of the woman could blink, both men had drawn guns and had them pressed to one another's temples without even letting their hands drop. The woman couldn't move and after a tense moment, Dave began to laugh and withdrew his gun. Face did the same and the two shook hands once more. As their hands dropped, Lane stepped forward.

"Ok, what was that?" Before Dave could open his mouth, Face offered the answer.

"Nothing Lane. Grandpa Dave just cares a great deal for you. He figured, with all you were asking for, something big was going down and wanted to make sure that whoever it was you were doing all of this for could take care of you." Face stated all of this while walking back to the car to grab the bags. He missed the look of shock on the women's faces and the smile growing on Dave's. Dave moved back over beside Lane.

"He's good. Better than you used to say even." Everyone turned to Lane at this and she began to blush deeply.

"So does that mean you'll help us?" Lane desperately wanted to distract everyone's attention away from her. Dave just offered a smile in response.

"We might just be able to do that. Though you mentioned something special?"

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Face and the women were preparing to leave. Dave had treated them to a bit of rest while he went and got everything ready for their departure. After they had loaded the car back up, Dave had pulled Face aside, leaving the women to do their last minute preparations.

"So tell me Face, what is this all about?"

"My friends. They were captured because of me. I need to fix it."

"And how does Lane factor into all of this?"

"Honestly? She didn't. She was supposed to help me meet you to get what I needed and that was it. Same for the other women." Here Face looked down at his feet. Dave could see right through him.

"But they all love you a bit more than they should, meaning they are going to be a bit more involved than they should?" Face just nodded.

"But do you love them?"

"Of course I do." There was almost an insulted look on Templeton's face at this question.

"Sure, and I don't doubt that seeing as they are all here and well and you are the one with the bullet wound. But are you in love with any of them the way they are in love with you?"

Face looked down again. He wasn't sure if he had the strength to respond to that.

"You know Dave, you are just about the smartest man I have ever met."

"Just about?"

"Haha, please don't be offended. The smartest man I know…well, it would be one hell of a feat for anyone to be in the same category, let alone out do him."

"Fair enough. People used to say that about me to my brother." The far off look in Dave's eye made Face want to ask more, but just then to women called for him. It was time to go. Face walked over to the car with Dave not far behind. After a few quick goodbyes, everyone loaded into the car. With a few sad smiles passed, the limo turned and left, loaded down with its new equipment.

They didn't hear Dave respond as he watched the cloud of dust fade.

"Good choice Hannibal. He's a good kid."