A/N: Hey, I'll be honest. I'm not sure if these things Murdock's doing would actually work. But this is fiction, just let it happen. Plus it's fun to see Murdock take a little charge once in a while :D . And as for the medicines mentioned, I found about those from the internet and an actual Nurse that I know, so they are real.

I own nothing! Enjoy:)

Murdock swiped the folder from the room and was about to continue to the Nurse's desk when he saw a Doctor going into the restroom. Grinning wickedly, Murdock wandered over to a cart across the hall. A Nurse was standing by it, three needles on the cart.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" Murdock flashed his badge and she nodded once. "What is this liquid? I am doing special work for the Agency and examining the contents of the needles Nurses and Doctor's carry around to give to patients."

She indicated the first needle. "A simple Methadone. This one is Versed. And this one is-"

Murdock held his hand up, already reaching for the second needle. "Thank you, but that's all I need to know. I will be taking this injection of Versed if you do not mind. Thank you for your cooperation in making American hospitals a safer place." He got a hold of it and turned.

"But, sir. That's not for you..." The Nurse called after him. Murdock turned as he walked, shrugged. "You have helped my mission, I'll be sure to recognize you. I like your...hair?" Then he rounded the corner, smacking himself on the head. "I like your hair? Seriously, James?" As he muttered to himself, he pushed the restroom door open and rounded up on the Doctor from behind, stabbing the needle into his neck and pushing the liquid in.

The Doctor gasped, eyes shooting up to see the person in the mirror before they rolled back and his knees buckled. Murdock caught him, dragging him away and pulling his white Doctor's coat off. Within a minute, Murdock was standing above him, clothed like the Doctor with the stethoscope around his neck and Face's folders under his arm. He held the needle up, examined it, then shrugged. He dropped the needle into the coat pocket.

There was a closet across the room and Murdock drug the Doctor to it, opening the door and shoving him in with the mops and shutting the door.

When Murdock walked out of the bathroom, he smiled at a passing Nurse and started to the Nurse's center. A Nurse looked up when he approached and he gave her a smile, too. "Hi. Is Mr. Peck's Nurse here?"

She clicked her tongue then nodded. The Nurse turned in her chair and called down to a young Nurse. "Hey, Tayla. You're being requested."

Tayla nodded and finished something on her computer then rose, striding over. She was a beautiful Indian woman and Murdock had to stomp on his foot to keep from ogling. She smiled. "Hello, Doctor. Can I help you?"

Murdock nodded quickly. "Yes. Your patient, Mr. Peck? He was moved not long ago to room thirty, however for reasons that are unimportant right now, he was moved back. Now I would like to let you know to change the file back if it has already been done prior to the move."

Tayla motioned him to follow her as she went back to her station and Murdock rested his elbows on the counter, his hand holding his cheek at he watched her. A small smile played on his lips and when she was done with the computer, Tayla lifted her head. "It's fixed. So what's your name, Doc? I don't think I've ever seen you around,"

Murdock shrugged, managing to look casual. "Doctor...Muuuurphy." Inwardly, he winced and kicked himself for not thinking quick enough. Outwardly, he smiled bigger.

Tayla returned the smile. "Are you new?"

"Oh yeah." Murdock nodded, running with it. "Transferred from Idaho. Yep. Was a rough place, people got stabbed a lot."

The Nurse was giving him a strange look and Murdock cocked his head, a new bewildered grin on his face. "I know, right?"

"I thought...stabbings were more common in places like Los Angeles?" Tayla had a suspicious expression and Murdock laughed. "Oh, you'd think. But this town, was kind small and it was full of angry people. Ya know, get busted in Boise, come here and live out in hiding." He shrugged like it was nothing new. The Nurse was still giving him the look.

"You've got a pretty southern accent, and Idaho is not south."

Murdock held back a sigh. "Okay. So I was born an raised in...Mississippi. Don't mean I didn't live in Idaho as an adult, working in a hospital in a small town near Boise that was full of angry people. You're like, person number eight that hasn't believed me. I'm out. Later." He turned, looking around then striding off down the hall he had come from. Tayla watched him go, a small chuckle escaping her in confusion.

What a strange man.


When Murdock pushed the door to Face's room open, the other two took one look at him and B.A. groaned. "Aw no. This ain't gonna be good."

"Oh relax, Bosco." Murdock stuck his tongue out. "I fixed it." He dropped the folder in the holder outside the door and let himself in, shrugging out of the coat and unwrapping the stethoscope from his neck. "And met a cute Indian Nurse." Murdock winked.

He sat on the bench under the window and B.A. leaned towards him, resting his elbows on his knees. "Ya should go get some shots in that outfit and use 'em on yoself. Could work wonders on ya, hopefully knock ya out for a few days." He offered, grinning at the idea of Murdock being asleep for a few days.

"That's not very nice. Talkin' about knocking me out when Face's already out," Murdock declared, narrowing his eyes at the big man. "Have some respect, my grande compadre."

B.A. turned to Hannibal, who had been sitting quietly at Face's bedside. "What'cha thinkin' 'bout, Hannibal?"

"Murdock said he cuffed Lynch and left him unconscious in the other room," Hannibal voiced his thoughts. "however his Agents are going to find him and I'll bet you the first place they come back to find us is here." He raised his head, eying them as they grasped what he was talking about.

"Would could just push 'im out the window." B.A. suggested. Hannibal raised his eyebrows, an almost humorous look on his worn face, but he shook his head. "I had another idea in mind actually," And he shot his gaze to the coat hanging on the back of the door then to Murdock.

The pilot sighed. "What'd you have in mind, Bossman?"

Hannibal beckoned him over, a small grin forming. Murdock went willingly, slumping to his knees beside Hannibal and the Colonel began telling him his plan.

That was why Murdock found himself five minutes later standing outside the room he had left Lynch in, Doctor's uniform back on, and a shot full of Diprivan. He pushed the door open slowly, peeking in. Lynch was awake, hands no longer cuffed, and talking to one of his Agents. Murdock swallowed and stepped in, the door clicking shut behind him. They both looked over, first not realizing who it was and Lynch faced Murdock.

"Doctor, one of your patients seems to have been moved without permission." Lynch tattled. Murdock tried to suppress his smirk. "This was Mr. Peck, right? Yes...we had him moved to another area for testing."

Lynch made a disgusted noise and hit the side table with his fist before his Agent tapped his shoulder and leaned in to whisper something in his ear. Lynch's eyes widened a little, nodding and responding quickly then looking back at Murdock.

"You're cleaver." He noted. "Now, Murdock. I know it was you that took my badge. Can I have it back?" Lynch held his hand out.

Murdock chewed his lip thoughtfully. "Um...no. I kinda like it. Use crazy people really love shiny things, and your badge is shiny. And pretty, just like you." He made a kissing sound.

"Alright. You're coming with me." Lynch moved around the bed and Murdock jumped to the left, seeing the other Agent moving towards him. "I'd rather not..."

As soon as the Agent was only a foot away, Murdock remembered the empty needle in his pocket and retrieved it, turning and in a fluid motion, stabbing it into the Agent's eye. He shrieked, hands fluttering around his face and Murdock cringed, backing up. "I'm sorry! That was not meant for your eye! You won't press charges, will you?"

"You asshole!" The Agent shouted and Lynch used the distraction to grab Murdock's arms from behind. He brought the handcuffs around but not before the heel of Murdock's shoe collided with his kneecap and Lynch grunted, his knee giving out. Murdock whirled, grabbing onto Lynch's hair and cracking his head against the shelf on the wall. Lynch's eyes rolled back and he fell once more to the floor. The other Agent had blood running down his right cheek, still making painful noises. Murdock did him the honors of pulling the needle from his eye and smiled almost sorrowfully.

"I really do apologize. It was an instinct thing, please don't take it personally. I'm sure you're a great guy. Now let's get you into these handcuffs and you'll cooperate with me or I'll stab your other eye and blind you." Murdock held the cuffs up, a biased look on his face.

The Agent looked torn between giving up or running for the others. Murdock sighed, rolling his eyes and holding the needle up. "I swear to God, I'll do it."

"Fine." The Agent growled through his teeth, seeing little choice, and he turned around, putting his hands together and Murdock smirked, snapping the cuffs on. "Good boy."

He then bent over to hoist Lynch onto his shoulder and was about to walk to the door when he made a "Oooh!" noise and turned, bumping Lynch back onto the floor and reaching for the Agent's jacket. He tried to pull back but Murdock held him tightly with one hand and dug for his badge with the other.

He retrieved Lynch again and this time got to the door, the Agent following reluctantly. Murdock took them down a deserted hall and to the back staircase. At the very bottom was a door and Murdock tested it, leading the Agent out and they ventured to the parking lot. He kept checking over his shoulder, seeing the Agent and as soon as they got to the Escalade, Murdock pulled the keys Hannibal had given him out and unlocked the doors.

"You get shotgun." He told the Agent with a sneer, opening the back door to drop Lynch in. He climbed in the driver's seat and started the car, pulling out of the parking lot and driving onto the freeway.

He came to a stop in an alley a ways from the hospital, shutting the engine off and looking to the Agent. "Out."

As the Agent turned around to get his door open and nearly backwards somersaulted out of the seat as the door opened, Murdock went back to haul Lynch from the car. He then walked down a little and rested Lynch up against the building. The Agent watched as he pulled another needle from his pocket and stuck it in his forearm, pushing a little bit of the liquid in and then setting the needle in Lynch's hand as he lay on the ground beside him. Before the Agent could then move again, Murdock was in front of him, his fist the last thing the Agent saw with his good eye before falling.

Murdock pulled back, shaking his hand then moving the Agent up beside Lynch, also dropping the bloody and long empty needle on the Agent's lap.

Then he turned, going back to the car. He pulled his phone from his pocket and with a quick call to the cops about some druggies passing out in the alley after trying to sell them to some kids, Murdock drove the Escalade back to the hospital, worn out and hungry.