Monday morning dawned and Hannibal was watching BA and Murdock run their laps. He glanced at his watch again. Damn Face was half an hour late. Hannibal glared at the watch; see if he would give Face a weekend off again. He sighed and then joined in the run with his boys.
After finishing their workout BA grabbed his phone. He hadn't seen Hannibal this angry in ages and he wanted to warn his little bro before he was busted. He listened to the phone ring, silently praying that Face would answer soon but to no avail. "What are you thinking fool?" he muttered to himself exasperatedly before heading to the punching bags to get rid of some stress.
Murdock was worried. He knew how excited Face had been for his two months anniversary but no way would Face ever be this late to return, especially without calling Hannibal. He hoped his friend wasn't in trouble. Training that day was awful. He had been too worried to really pay attention and Hannibal had been short tempered. Combined, well lets just say Murdock was glad it was over. He quickly raced away from a disapproving Hannibal and raced to Face's apartment.
Murdock had watched BA trying to call Face and had left when he had thrown his phone angrily. He got to Face's place and rang the bell. When that received no response Murdock held the buzzer for over a minute. Still nothing. He backed up and glanced up at Face's windows, which were all dark. Murdock sighed in relief. "Guess you just lost track of time, eh buddy." He rolled his eyes, glanced up at the windows one last time and walked home.
Face didn't make an appearance at all that day and BA and Murdock exchanged worried looks. Hannibal was furious. Face was meant to be here. That kid better have a good excuse for his absence. He opened the door to walk out when he was interrupted. "Yo, Hannibal man? Calm down. He's just a little la-." BA cut off at Hannibal's death glare. He put his hands up in a surrendering motion and backed away from the angry man coming his way.
"No BA, I won't calm down. That kid is a full day late and hasn't checked in once. There is no excuse for that and I don't appreciate you insinuating that there is. Got it?" Hannibal spat angrily.
"No sir. Sorry Hannibal." BA said before grabbing Murdock and booking it upstairs. Hannibal cast one final glare at the stairs and then stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
Hannibal rang the doorbell again. He'd been at Face's for the last ten minutes and still hadn't gotten a response. That's it, Hannibal had had enough. He set to work undoing the lock and pushed into his apartment. He strode angrily into the living room before freezing in shock. "Oh Face." he whispered sadly.
Face was lying on the ground by the couch surrounded by empty bottles and what appeared to be puddles of vomit. He was in the same outfit he'd been wearing at Friday's training and at first Hannibal couldn't even be sure he was breathing. Hannibal rushed to his boy's side and anxiously checked for a pulse. When he found it he gave another sigh. Shit kid, he thought, what the hell have you done to yourself?
He shook Face awake, holding his breath at the horrible smell of Face's living room. "Wha-? Oh shit my head man!" Face groaned and covered his face with his arms. Hannibal grabbed his hands and pulled them away from his kid's eyes. Face gave a little whimper as the light hit his sensitive eyes but finally managed to squint at Hannibal. "Hannibal? What are you doing here? Is it Monday all ready?" Just then the doorbell rang again and Face whimpered. "Oh fuck, it really hurts dad."
Hannibal decided to ignore the door in favour of helping his boy up onto the couch. Face was beyond weak and wasn't able to support his body weight on his own. Then the door opened and Hannibal heard Murdock's concerned voice. "Facey? You here, cause I'm really starting to worry…" he trailed off as he turned the corner and saw Hannibal's worried face.
"Murdock, get him some water. Now!" Hannibal snapped Murdock out of his daze and he quickly went to the kitchen. He had never seen Face look so bad. His little bro had always been ready with a smile and a quick joke but now he looked half dead.
When Murdock handed the water over to Hannibal, he carefully raised it to Face's lips. "Drink kid." Face turned his head away petulantly and Hannibal shook his head at the defiance. "Kid, I'm not happy with you at the moment and you really don't want to make it worse by not obeying. Now drink." He made Face drink two glasses before he hoisted him up and carried him bridal style all the way home.
The next day, Face woke up with a pain unlike anything he'd ever experienced. He had been shot, stabbed and even tortured but it didn't compare to the blinding headache he currently had. He let out a little whimper and prayed god would just kill him and be done with it. He heard someone rustle next to his bed and he was handed a couple pills and a glass of water, which he gratefully swallowed down. Then he just rolled over and passed back out.
The next time he woke up, it was to someone prodding him awake. He blearily opened his eyes to see the disapproving face of Hannibal. Oh shit, he thought as he realized just how royally he had fucked up this time. Hannibal normally limited how much alcohol the team was allowed to drink and Face knew he had definitely crossed that line, and if Hannibal had come to get him, he had obviously not shown up for Monday's training. Yep there would be hell to pay and he wished that Hannibal would let him recover a little before the punishment part.
"Out of bed, kid. You are already two days behind your training." Hannibal simply ignored the pleading look he got and pushed Face into the shower. "You've get ten minutes before we leave for the training field. Every minute later will be an extra lap."
That was all the encouragement Face needed to move and he quickly jumped into the shower. When he made it downstairs, ten minutes had just passed and he looked longingly into the kitchen, wishing he had time to grab coffee but knowing Hannibal had been serious about his threat. That's when Murdock walked into the hall and passed him a travelling mug that emitted the heavenly scent of coffee. That's it, Murdock was his hero.
They reached the training field and Hannibal simply pointed at the other track. Thank god Face thought. Apparently he would just be running plain miles instead of Hannibal's course. Though he knew that Hannibal would make him run till he was on the verge of collapsing. He set off without complaining and had to grit his teeth to fight down the nausea. By the time he had run a mile, Face was violently ill. Fuck, I'm never drinking again, he thought but Hannibal glared at him so he wiped his mouth and continued on.
That day's training was pure torture. It was hours of running, puking and pounding headaches. When he was finally allowed to stop, Face simply fell to the ground. He couldn't move. After twenty minutes Hannibal came and pulled him to his feet. He was then led home and once again found himself pushed into the shower.
Face slowly exited to find Hannibal sitting on his bed with a wooden hairbrush next to him. Face gulped and thought about retreating but it was too late. Hannibal gestured and Face stumbled his way to stand in front of his dad. "Lets get this over with kid." Hannibal sighed. "You screwed up badly this time. I know it hurt to lose Charisa but that is not how you handle things."
Face could already feel the tears coming as he was pulled across Hannibal's knee. He didn't fight as Hannibal pulled his sweats down and started swatting him with his hand. He hated that he had screwed up enough to bring Hannibal to spanking him. "Why are you getting this spanking Face?" Hannibal asked.
Face flinched at the resounding slap of skin. "I missed training! Shit! Ouch I mean shoot! I'm sorry Hannibal! I shouldn't have started drinking when I found her gone." At this point Face was fully sobbing and squirming desperately on Hannibal's lap. "Please Dad! Stop! I understand that I was wrong. Please!"
Hannibal hardened his heart at his kids pleading. "Almost done son. Twenty with the brush." This statement caused Face to start bucking anxiously and he screamed for Hannibal to stop and Hannibal hesitated for a second. Then he thought of when he walked into Face's living room. The moment of terror when he thought that his kid wasn't breathing, and he brought the brush down with a thud. He counted in his head and when he reached twenty he threw the brush aside. "Shh, son. We're all done. It's over and forgiven." He murmured as he rubbed Face's back.
"Why did she leave me? I don't know what I did wrong." Face sobbed into his shoulder and Hannibal's heart broke for the pain in his voice. Why couldn't Face catch a break? He was a great person and he wanted so badly to be loved. "Why didn't she love me?" Face begged Hannibal to respond.
"I don't know kid. I really don't know, but she isn't worth this. If she doesn't see how great you are then I say to hell with her. You deserve better Face. She might be gone, but I'm still here. And so are Murdock and BA. They were worried about you kid. I think BA wants to kill her for you." Hannibal told the destroyed boy on his lap. "You deserve more."