"They should've seen the looks on their faces when B.A. bust out of the coffin," Murdock laughed as they walked in the front door early the next morning. He was the only one still wide awake, both Hannibal and B.A. were tired, and Face and Jean walked leaning against each other for support as they had already closed their eyes and were just about to drop from exhaustion. "That was priceless, absolutely priceless."

"Shut up, Murdock," B.A. tiredly growled at him, "Before I bust your head to go with it."

They made it into the living room and Jean and Face made it over to the couch and fell on it beside Murdock who was fidgeting with the camera. Jean pulled one eyelid open and then the other and looked at Hannibal and tiredly said, "Have to admit I did like it when you told them they were under arrest for robbery, grand larceny, vandalism, grave robbing, disturbing the peace, assault and battery, the sinking of the Titanic, the St. Valentine's Day Massacre, the fall NBC lineup and anything else you could think of that was going wrong around here."

Hannibal tiredly smirked and said, "Somehow I expected more out of the medical students in this world. But I suppose it makes sense, they don't have access to any of the dead's belongings when they're working on them, so they'd have to take another route to get any financial gain out of their current education."

"Yeah but why did they take the bodies with them?" Face asked, "That's what I didn't get."

"Simple, Face, they knew that there was a chance somebody would discover the graves had been tampered with when they dug them up in the first place, so they just took the bodies out and threw them in that ravine behind the old power plant five miles away where nobody would ever look for them. That way when the inevitable discovery was made, it could never be determined just why the bodies were taken," Hannibal explained.

"Clear as mud," Face tiredly mumbled into his fist that was holding up his chin.

"Well since it's all over now, and the dead have been recollected and can be put back to rest, I say we do the same thing and go on up to bed," Hannibal announced.

"Not me," Face groaned, "I'm too tired to move, I'm staying right here."

"Me too," Jean added.

"Suit yourselves," Hannibal told them, "I'm going to bed."

"Me too, man," B.A. grumbled as he and Hannibal left the living room.

"See you guys in the morning," Hannibal called back to them.

The three who remained looked at each other and hollered after the colonel, "It IS morning!"

"Fine, see you later," Hannibal replied as his voice traveled up to the second floor.

Face leaned back against the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table and mumbled under his breath, "Three o' clock in the morning, whoever heard of…how's a guy supposed to get any sleep around here?"

Regardless, within a couple of minutes he was dead to the world despite the awkward position he had half curled into. Jean had her arms folded against her chest and her head tilted back and had likewise fallen asleep beside him on the couch. Murdock looked over at his two friends and smiled to himself before returning to his work with the camera. After a while he started to get tired as well, he put the camera down, got up and carefully maneuvered Face and Jean so they each lay at opposite ends of the couch without crushing each other but each had their feet close to the other's face; and Murdock grabbed the blanket off the couch's back and draped it over the two of them, then settled himself in the recliner by the couch and slowly nodded off to sleep.

Jean turned her head to the side and realized that she wasn't in her bed, she opened her eyes and saw she was on the couch in the living room; the lights were on and it was still dark outside so it had to still be early in the morning. Jean tried to sit up and she realized that Face was asleep on the opposite side of the couch, she looked around and realized that Murdock wasn't there, but she heard noises coming from the kitchen so she carefully pulled her full body over to her side of the couch so she didn't wake Face up and she got up and padded into the kitchen.

Murdock had his back to her and stood by the counter, his head tilted back and she could see he had a mug in his hand and was drinking a fresh batch of coffee he'd made.

"You should've told me you were up," she said, loud enough for him to hear but low enough she wouldn't wake Face in the next room, "I would've made you breakfast."

Murdock didn't move his head forward until he'd drained the last drop from the cup and he put it on the counter, ran his sleeve over his mouth, half turned to see her and said, "I thought you said you didn't drink coffee."

"I don't," she answered as she walked over to him, "I keep that for company."

"Thanks," he told her, "Just hits the spot."

"Well," Jean said, changing the subject, "I guess all the excitement's over for the time being, now that those bums are in jail and the coroner's office is returning the missing bodies to the graves, and you guys are done in Fort Gulch, right?"

"Unless Bullen has a death wish," Murdock agreed, "We should be."

Jean half smiled tiredly and told him, "Well, I just wanted to say thank you for helping me, I really appreciate it."

He grinned at her and replied, "Just part of a day's work, sweetheart, you know you can always count on us. Besides, I'm glad we're done with that business because today we can resume filming."

"What've you got planned?" Jean asked.

Murdock got the camera focus at the image of Hannibal as he narrated, "This is Colonel John 'Hannibal' Smith of the one and only A-Team."

Hannibal took the cigar out of his mouth and grinned for the camera, "Hello all you people out there in TV land."

Murdock shifted the camera around to focus on B.A. and added, "And this is Sergeant B.A. Baracus, otherwise known as one angry mudsucker."

B.A.'s scowl almost cracked the lens as he told the cameraman, "Murdock, get that camera out of my face before I bust it and you."

"Uh-uh-uh," Murdock clicked his tongue, "That's studio property, B.A." He turned around again and focused on Jean who was dressed in a pair of his blue jeans and her army jacket, "And this is the honorary Corporal Jean Rhodes, soon to be famous for her work in the Kamikaze Racer."

Jean smoothed back the few bangs she had left and simply said, "Hello."

"And that leaves us missing only one person for this shoot," Murdock addressed the camera, "That is one Lieutenant Templeton 'Faceman' Peck…" Murdock looked over to the curtains covering the doorway to a small closet that had been converted into a dressing room, "Face we are waiting!"

"I'm not coming out," Face replied.

"Aw Face, come on," Murdock whined as he lowered the camera.

"I won't," Face insisted.

"Come on, Face, everybody's waiting, the camera's rolling," Murdock said.

Hannibal maintained a straight face and said, "Come out here, Lieutenant, that's an order."

They all heard Face huff and sigh before he pushed one foot through the curtains and the rest of him followed, dressed in a woman's nightgown and robe and wearing a woman's nightcap. The others managed to keep from laughing but they couldn't help the cracks and snickers that escaped them as well as the clearly amused looks on their faces, the cameraman included.

Face turned to Murdock and glared at him and demanded to know, "Murdock, why do you always insist on humiliating me like this?"

"Aw come on, Facey," Murdock said as he raised the camera again, "Somebody has to play the leading lady in this movie, and you lost the toss."

Face groaned and cringed and tried hiding his face in the crook of his arm and said, "Well let's just get this over with."

"Alright, alright," Murdock said, "Now in this movie we have the beautiful young lady," Face looked like he wanted nothing more than to crawl under a rock somewhere, "And her big strong husband." Jean stood beside him and grinned and raised her flexed arms to show off her biceps, Murdock smiled and added, "And his visiting father-in-law, who has decided to stay with them until further notice, or next Christmas whichever comes first." Hannibal stepped into the picture alongside them and gave a little wave and continued to smoke his cigar.

"That's beautiful, Hannibal, that's just perfect," Murdock told him, "And we're going to cut it here, I want to get some exterior shots."

"Like what, Murdock us out in the front yard?" Face asked.

"No, I want us to get in the car and just film everything we drive by," Murdock explained, "I figured if we can get off the main road, the Saint can do some of her stunt driving, so we could use that footage to incorporate a chase scene into the film."

Face turned to Jean and told her, "The more he explains, the less sense he makes."

Jean shrugged and replied, "Oh well, could be fun. But we can't all fit in my car."

"No problem," Hannibal said, "B.A. and I'll stay here."

"Chicken," Jean remarked.

"Better a chicken than a street pizza," Face commented as he pulled off the nightcap.

"Oh come on Face, you don't mean to say B.A. doesn't drive as bad as I do," Jean told him.

Face caught the murderous glare in B.A.'s eyes when she said that, and he responded, "No, I don't, I'll let you say it."

They had to wait for Face to change back into his regular clothes and then he, Murdock and Jean hopped in her car and went driving. Murdock half hung over the side of the car with the camera rolling and he recorded how fast the street signs and trees and lamp posts zoomed by. Face kept one hand full of the back of Murdock's jacket to make sure if they hit a speed bump, the pilot didn't fall out of the car and crack his head on the pavement below.

"Okay Saint," Murdock said after a while, "Now get us off this road and take us back to your obstacle course you did the test run on."

He pulled himself back into his seat and moved over to the middle of the backseat and started filming straight ahead so he could see what the driver saw, and as he got the focus right he asked, "Face, you got your seatbelt on?"

Face turned and looked to Murdock in the backseat with a bit of a worried expression on his face.

"Better strap yourself down, buddy," Murdock said as he looked through the lens and the windshield at the dirt road ahead, "Cuz I got a feeling we's about to get wild."

The deafening roar that filled Face's left ear, he realized, was the sound of Jean stepping on the accelerator and he watched as the needle on the speedometer climbed up to 40, then 50, then 60, and he looked up at the road ahead and saw how fast the trees went by and he just sat back against his seat and prayed that the car didn't turn over because he had a good idea they'd all be crushed to death or blown up, or maybe both.

The car veered sharply to the left, and then jerked clear to the right as it zigzagged along the dirt road and the rush sent Murdock's adrenaline to zenith and he almost felt like he was flying, his mouth was open and he realized he was almost howling. He turned the camera slightly to the left so he could get a closeup of the driver and he saw that Jean had an ear-to-ear grin on her face and she looked like she had found Shangri-Las. Face noticed this also and he made the comment, "She drives about like you fly, Murdock. I have an idea B.A. will never want to be in a car with this woman anymore than he'd want to be in a plane with you."

"Or any plane," Jean corrected him.

Murdock smiled and opened his mouth to reply, but he stopped because Face's comment had gotten the gears in his head turning and he was starting to get another idea, and once he had a chance to think it all through, he loved this new idea, and he couldn't wait to get a chance to try it.

Everybody had gone to bed that night shortly after 11, B.A. was still occupying the downstairs bedroom and the others stayed upstairs, though Murdock had told Face that he wasn't tired and was going to stay downstairs for a while and watch TV and probably wouldn't be up until after Face had gone to sleep. That's what he told Face anyway.

It was now after midnight and the whole house was quiet; Jean was alone in her room and had fallen asleep with the window open to let in the breeze. She turned over from her side onto her back in her sleep, and then woke up when she felt a hand clamp over her mouth and press down firmly. She was hardly able to get a sound out at all, but she looked up and even in the dark she could identify her assailant as Murdock, who kept one hand over her mouth and with the other, raised his finger to his mouth and shushed her before he let go.

"What's wrong, Murdock?" she asked quietly as she sat up in the bed and looked at him.

He shook his head, "Nothing's wrong, Saint, I have a surprise for you."

"What's that?" she asked.

Murdock pulled the covers back and grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her up and over towards the door, "Come on, I'll show you."

"Where're we going?"

"Out the fire escape," Murdock told her.

Jean dragged her feet in the carpet and put on her brakes and told Murdock, "Wait a minute, I can't go outside like this," and gestured at the pajamas she had on.

Murdock turned to her and assured her, "It's alright, nobody's going to see you."

"It's not that," she replied, "I make it a point not to go anywhere without getting dressed first, just give me a minute." She broke away from him and went back to her room, but Murdock didn't follow after her since she left the door open, and he kept his back to the doorway as he waited for her to come out again. A minute later she emerged from the bedroom in her jeans, a black tank top, her army jacket and a pair of sneakers. "Alright, Murdock, now what's this surprise?"

"You'll see when we get there," he told her as they walked down the outside stairs leading down to the yard, "But we're going to have to take your car, you don't mind if I drive, do you?"

"I suppose I don't have much choice, do I?" she responded as she took the keys out of her pocket and gave them to him.

"If anybody asks, we just went for a drive," Murdock said.

Contradictory to Murdock's usual behavior, once they got on the road he became unusually quiet and made very little conversation with Jean about anything; and she likewise said nothing to him and just watched where they were going, which in the dark and with no headlights on was not easy by any means. But when they arrived at their intended destination, she was able to see one thing perfectly clear.

"That's the Huey you and Face used for the aerial shots," she said as she turned to look at Murdock.

"That's right," he answered as he opened the door, "I kept the keys and got it out of its hangar when nobody was looking."

Jean was tempted to ask who wouldn't notice a Vietnam era black chopper suddenly taking off unexpectedly, but didn't.

"So what're we doing here, Murdock?" she asked him, "You drag me out of bed for a midnight flight, is that it?"

He smiled at her and said, "Well you're close…come here," he put his hand on her shoulder and walked her with him over to the chopper, "Did I ever tell you about the job we took for Bellar Air commercial flights?"

It didn't take Jean long to think about it and answer, "No."

"Well, this was a while before we met you and your parents…you see this terrorist group had hijacked a plane full of passengers, and were going to drop it in the ocean unless their demands were met. And Hannibal disguised himself as the owner of the airline company and he and Face went on in place of the hostages, and B.A. and I were supposed to sneak in through the cargo hold to bring in the guns and help take out the hijackers. But the plane took off right after we got onboard."

"Man, B.A. must've been freaking out," Jean said.

"Are you kidding?" Murdock asked her, "The man froze, he didn't move, he didn't blink, he didn't do anything! I slapped him and he still didn't do anything."

"So what'd you do?" she asked.

"Well while I waited for the big baby to come out of his shock, I had to go and knock them out one at a time and drag them down where we were…then B.A. finally came out of it and we went in to help Hannibal and Face, and I grabbed one goon with a gun, and it went off and I was blinded by the powder burn."

Jean stopped and looked at him, "You serious? You couldn't see?"

He shook his head with a small smile, "And let me tell you, that is one very bad thing to have happen when there's nobody flying the plane and the blind man is the pilot."

Jean's eyes were wide as she asked Murdock, "Well what happened? You landed the plane, didn't you?"

"Of course we landed the plane," he told her, "But since I couldn't see anything, Hannibal had to fly the plane."

Jean squinted one eye and asked, "Does Hannibal know how to fly?"

"Nope."

She laughed a couple of times exaggeratedly and said, "That must've been a lot of fun for B.A. But I don't get what that has to do with why we're out here."

"I'm getting to that," Murdock said, "You see none of the other guys have ever had any experience flying, so I had to talk Hannibal through everything and tell him what to do and we still had to stay in contact with the tower through the radio. It's really not something I would ever care to go through again and I'm sure the others wouldn't either."

Jean gestured towards the chopper and asked him, "Well?"

Murdock shrugged innocently and said, "I can't talk Hannibal or Face into learning to fly, so I'm going to teach you instead."

Jean all but jumped back a foot and asked him, "What?"

"Well you never know when it's going to come in handy, and maybe it's true what they say about old dogs can't learn new tricks, but you're still young enough that you could actually learn it," he told her.

Jean's eyes traveled down to look at the ground for a minute before looking up at Murdock again and said, "I get the feeling that there's something more to this than you're letting on."

"Well you're a stuntman, right?" Murdock asked, "If you knew how to fly you could probably get a lot more work that way."

"Yeah but I wouldn't have a license," Jean reminded him.

Murdock brushed that little fact off and asked Jean, "When was the last time you saw a police chopper following a Huey and told it 'pull over to the nearest cloud and show me your pilot's license'?"

He could tell Jean was starting to consider it but she asked him, "And this couldn't have waited until it was daylight?"

He shook his head, "Too risky, besides, if you can learn to fly at night then you'll have no problem doing it in the daytime, I can guarantee you that."

Jean bit her lip and looked over at the black bird and said, "I don't know, Murdock."

"Oh come on, Saint, it'll be fine," he told her, "You've flown with me before."

"Yeah, that's with you keeping us in the air," Jean reminded him, "Don't those things go up about 1,000 feet a minute? How fast then do you think they can drop because the moron at the cockpit doesn't know what the hell they're doing?"

Murdock smiled at her and assured her, "Don't worry, it'll be fine, I'll take you up a couple of times first so you can get the idea on the basics and how all the controls work, then the next time, I'll get us up in the air, and I'll let you try keeping us up there."

Jean looked back at the chopper and said, "Well, I guess I got nothing to lose."

"Great, come on," Murdock said as he started walking towards the bird. He then realized he was walking alone and he turned back and saw Jean was frozen where she stood, and he went back to her and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Nothing," she seemed to recover and told him, "It's just that the last time I flew on a chopper…it was tied to the skid."

"What?" Murdock asked, half expecting it to be a joke.

"Another stunt," she explained, "That director was a real piece of work…didn't want a dummy tied to the skids, no, that would be too easy, instead they had to have somebody actually up there moving so the audience could see it's a real person."

"How did they land it?" Murdock asked her.

"Very carefully," was her answer.

Murdock scratched his head through his cap and said, "I swear these movie people are crazier than I am and I didn't think that was possible."

They managed to get back to the house a couple of hours before the others woke up. Murdock didn't think that this was something the other members of the team should know about, and in any case he didn't think that they would get why he was doing it. Every night for the next week after the others had gone to bed, Murdock and Jean sneaked out of the house and headed back to the vacant area where he had stashed the helicopter. Jean hadn't been called back to work yet though she had heard through the grapevine about one of the choppers coming up missing for the Vietnam picture, but she kept her mouth shut tight on that one.

"At this rate," she told the men one day at breakfast, "They're going to think that studio's haunted, things keep coming up missing that you can't possibly logically explain away, a camera disappearing isn't any big deal, but a whole damn helicopter, good luck on that one."

"Aren't you due back for more stunt work soon?" Hannibal asked her from where he sat at the table glancing over the morning paper.

"With two other guys to handle it and only another 20 minutes of driving to film, I doubt it," Jean told him as she collapsed in the chair beside him, "They're going to have that picture finished without any further assistance from me."

"You know," Face said, half jokingly, "It's too bad they can't do a movie that features both the Aquamanaic and the Kamikaze Racer, that would be a kick."

Hannibal stuck his nose up and replied haughtily, "I refuse to share the space on the silver screen with another freak of nature."

"You'd love it and you know it," Face remarked teasingly.

"He'd probably love any movie so long as it was a job," Jean commented.

"And you?" Face asked her.

She shrugged and said, "For the most part, yeah, as long as I got a job I'm happy."

"Hey Hannibal," Murdock said as he came into the kitchen carrying the movie camera, "I just had another great idea for this movie."

"Well let's hear it," Hannibal said as he turned the paper over to read the back.

"Why don't we do a movie about us?" Murdock asked.

"Oh come on, Murdock," Face said, "This isn't going to be like when you said they ought to do a TV show about us, is it? I told you nobody would watch that."

"Oh come on, Facey," Murdock grunted as he put the camera on the table, "I've got a great idea, we do a fictional story about us, you know, 'only the names have been changed to protect the innocent', like that movie they did about the Starkweather case back in the 70s, remember that?"

"I don't recall that being a big hit though," Jean told Murdock, "Or was it?"

Murdock shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know, but it could work, that way we get to be in it and we could release it under different names. Nobody would ever know where we came from or where we went."

Hannibal smirked over his cigar and said, "Have to admit there's something to a plan like that, the only problem is you couldn't build a career on it, it would have to be a one time thing."

Murdock moped as he considered that fact but he was still determined to find a way to make it work, so he wracked his brain trying to think of a solution.

Hannibal heard the explosion in his ears and he shot up in bed to see what had happened. A second later he realized that it was storming outside and it was just the thunder crashing that had woken him up. He waited until his heart went back down to his chest, then got up and closed his window, which had already blown in enough rain to sail a toy boat in. He peered out the window and looked down at the ground below and saw that the rain had been pouring down for some time as there were puddles everywhere and the sidewalk had pretty much become a running river.

He thought back to earlier in the night when he had gone to bed, he didn't remember anything about rain, so either it had just poured down at warp drive, or it was later in the early morning than he thought. Feeling around for the nightstand, he found the clock and at the next flash of lightning he saw that it was going on 3 o' clock in the morning. Hannibal set the clock down but didn't get back into bed yet. He listened to the raging storm outside and he also listened to the inside of the house to try and see if anything was going or if anybody else seemed to be up. Inside the house was as quiet as the proverbial tomb, but he decided it wouldn't do any harm to take a look and make sure. Being in the war they had all come back with their share of trauma, which led to many nights either without any sleep, or with sleep but also plenty of nightmares, and sometimes a storm like this could trigger them very easily. They never forgot the rain, and even though it was different back home, it could play hell with the subconscious late at night.

Stepping quietly, Hannibal opened the door to his room and peered out into the hall, nothing, no sign of anybody, not a sound from any of the rooms. He decided that B.A. could wait and he'd be the last checkpoint because the sergeant was prone least to nightmares of the four of them, at least as far as he would let on. But Murdock and Face often were and could be a different story altogether, and with good reason; with Face it was no mystery, he was the youngest, he was still a damn kid when the war happened, he was exposed to things at an early age that nobody should have to be, but especially not a young one. And Murdock…B.A. was right, ever since Murdock had crashed his plane in 'Nam…well, Hannibal wouldn't say that that was what made Murdock crazy, but it had definitely rattled the pilot, as well as his confidence, and maybe even his sanity. As sure as he always was of his flying capabilities, that was one thing that haunted Murdock most of all and he hated to admit it; recurring nightmares going back to that flight, or any flight, and something went wrong and he wasn't able to bring them in for a safe landing. Those were probably the most normal nightmares any of them could have after what they had lived through, but all the same anytime somebody woke up in the middle of the night with flashbacks, it was never a pretty picture. As an afterthought it occurred to Hannibal that it would be a good idea to check on Jean too; she had her own share of experiences that nightmares were made of, he could only imagine what happened when they weren't around to see it.

First he checked Face and Murdock's room, quietly pushing the door open, he looked into the dark room and when the lightning flashed again he was able to see that Face was sound asleep in the bed, one down. But Murdock was nowhere to be found, so Hannibal closed the door behind him and headed off towards Jean's room; opening that door he looked in and even before the lightning hit he was able to make out two lumps in the bed. When the lightning illuminated the room he saw that Murdock and Jean were lying next to one another and both of them looked out cold for the night. Three down, now Hannibal could breathe a little easier; he pulled the door shut behind him and quietly made his way to the stairs to make sure B.A. was asleep also.

What Hannibal didn't realize was the reason why the whole house was so dark was because the power had gone out earlier in the night. Around midnight, Murdock had gone to Jean's room for some company since Face had fallen asleep on him. She let him in and he joined her in the room and they watched a movie on TV, as it turned out, 'Halloween' was showing on channel 23. They'd kept the lights on but that did little to dampen the creepy mood in the enclosed room as the movie progressed and the storm outside built up. Around 1 o' clock, just as the movie neared its climax, there was a loud CRACK and the whole room went quiet, and dark.

As soon as the power went out, Murdock shot up and was half prepared to attack; the first thought that entered into his mind was not that the storm had zapped the power out, but rather that somebody had deliberately cut the power to sneak in on them. He heard Jean over on the other side of the room trying to make her way around in the dark and he shook that thought aside and considered how silly it seemed; he got up and quietly called over to Jean and tried to follow the sound of her voice to find her first.

"Are you alright?" he asked when he finally found her hand to grab in his own.

"I'm fine," Jean answered, though he could tell from her voice that she was about as shaken up by the sudden blackout as he was, "Are you?"

"Right as deodorant," Murdock answered as he progressed his hand up Jean's arm and felt the slight trembling working its way through her body. He tried to lighten up the current situation and he asked Jean, "What's the matter, Saint? Don't they have storms back in New York that put the power out?"

"Only in the winter when the ice sticks to the lines and pulls them down," she answered, "I thought this only happened in movies."

Murdock couldn't help laughing and he told her, "It's funny, I just thought of something, when we got ambushed at the cemetery, I didn't think of it at the time but it reminded me of what you said last year."

Jean turned to him and asked, "What did I say?"

"No, that night at the hotel when it rained and we were telling ghost stories, remember?" he saw her head move and realized she was trying to remember it, "You told us about the woman who was chased out of the cemetery by the ghosts and they ripped her coat to shreds? Kind of similar to what happened to us a while back."

"I hadn't thought of it," she told him.

Murdock kept one arm on her as he made his way over to the window and he pulled up the blind and looked down to see if he could make out anything; he was sure that the power surge was caused by the storm but still he wanted to make sure there wasn't anybody creeping around down below. When lightning hit again, everything was lit up in a sort of pale blue light and he was able to make out the ground and see how much rain had already fallen, but he didn't see anybody down there. Jean didn't say anything but he saw her looking too and he knew she was thinking the same thing. He turned to her and suggested, "We could go down and make sure the doors are still locked and all the windows are shut."

Jean nodded and agreed, "We could."

"But I don't think if anybody did try busting into this house that they would get past B.A.," Murdock continued, "He's worse than any guard dog."

Jean nodded again and said, "I guess all that we can do now is go to bed."

"Unless you want to go get Face up and the three of us could do something," Murdock told her.

Jean shook her head, "No thanks."

Like a couple of children, they kept a tight grip on each other's hands and ran straight towards the bed and leapt on it and crawled under the covers still with all their clothes on, only as an afterthought did it occur to them to take off their shoes. Murdock had forgotten to put the blind back down, and when the room became bright again from the lightning he saw Jean lying on her side away from him and her whole body seemed to tense up and he asked her, "You scared, Saint?"

"No," she answered definitely.

Murdock nodded and added, "Me either." When the room was dark again he was quick to take advantage of it so she wouldn't see that he had taken a gun out of his jacket pocket and was slipping it just behind his pillow where he could grab it at a moment's notice if he had to during the night. Then reaching over to the other side of the bed, he slipped his arm around Jean's back and pulled her slightly towards him and told her, "Don't worry, Saint, if the electricity's not back on again by morning, we'll have B.A. take a look at the fuses, that's most likely what it is if it ain't the storm."

Jean said nothing and just slightly nodded her head, as she moved her head Murdock realized that she had resumed her previous position of having her ear over his heart. He wouldn't ask what was going through her mind but he could guess and he thought he had a pretty good idea of what it was. Subconsciously he tightened his grip on her and assured her, "Don't you worry about anything, ain't anything gonna happen tonight while we're here."

"I know that, Murdock," she told him.

By the next morning the power was back on and the TVs and half the clocks had to be reset; outside an inch of rain had gathered and sunk into the ground and turned a better part of the yard into a mud pit. And despite the weather reports that the rain could resume again at any time that day, Murdock decided they needed to go out and get some more footage for his movie. So he, Face and Jean piled into her convertible and she drove them back along the same path that she had before and got them off the main road and ran them along her obstacle course in the woods.

"Murdock," Face told him, "You already shot this once, how many more times do you need this footage?"

"It's like you're always saying, Faceman," Murdock said haughtily as he stood up in the backseat and adjusted the lens, "We're going to keep doing it until we get it right."

"When did I ever…ohhhh, never mind, I remember now," Face replied.

They ran the practice track once more and as they neared the end of the dirt path and came upon the road leading them back to civilization, Murdock sat back down in the seat and put his camera down just before Jean hit the brakes and he got thrown against the back of the front seats.

"What was that for?" Murdock asked.

"Stop sign," Jean pointed, "I might be a crazy driver but I ain't getting a ticket."

Going straight ahead would put them on a 4-lane paved road that already had heavy traffic coming and going on both sides; Face stood up in the front seat to see if there was any sign of the motorcade coming to an end sometime soon and he saw something that made him drop back down in his seat and he told Murdock, "Get down."

"What is it, Faceman?" Murdock asked.

Zipping right past them on the lane second from where they turned on was a jeep and though it went by in a blur they were able to make out the olive drab clothes and cap and the squinted eyed glare of…

"Decker," Face and Murdock said.

Jean caught herself just in time to keep from joining them as he remembered nobody but Murdock knew about her run-in with the man. She looked the way he was going and she pointed east and asked Face, "What's that way?" though she had a feeling she already knew the answer.

"The…" Face's eyes widened as he and Murdock both answered, "The V.A."

Jean turned to Face and asked him, "You think Decker's going to see Murdock?"

"I don't know but we better get him back there just in case," Face said, "Can you get us over there before Decker arrives?"

Jean backed the car up and tore through the dirt and gravel road through the woods and though the road didn't run straight she managed to keep the car going that way as she pressed the accelerator against the floor and the speedometer read 75.

"What're you going to do?" Jean asked.

"If we can get there before Decker does," Face answered, "I'll get Murdock sneaked back into his room, and I'll pass the word along to the nurses that if anybody asks, he's been there this whole time."

"Face!" Jean turned to look at him, "Why is he coming to see Murdock? I thought you said nobody knew Murdock was the fourth member of the A-Team."

"They don't!" Face answered, "Or at least they shouldn't!" He turned to look back at Murdock and asked, "Who would've told Decker anything about it?"

Jean shook her head grimly and told him, "I don't like this guy, Decker…granted I didn't like Lynch either but this guy Decker worries me, what if he finds out? What's he going to do then?"

"Murdock's just going to have to convince Decker he's as insane as everybody at the V.A. thinks he is," Face told her, "That's all there is to it!"

Murdock's mind was racing, "I guess ammonia's out of the question this time."

Face watched the road ahead of them and when they came a couple blocks close to the V.A. he had Jean stop the car so nobody would see her, and he and Murdock got out of the car and Murdock bid her adieu before they headed up to the hospital; but Face told her that he would be back in a few minutes and warned her not to go anywhere. Jean sat in the driver's seat with her head down and both thumbnails in her mouth to chew on while she waited for Face to get back. A few minutes later she saw him running back to the car and as he jumped over the side and back into the front seat he told her to get them out of there before Decker showed up.

"What happened?" Jean asked.

"Just status quo for the V.A. and us," he told her as he straightened his tie, "Murdock's back in his room and nobody's shown up to see him yet, but I convinced the nurses that for matters of national security, it is vital that nobody knows Murdock's been gone for the last couple of weeks."

"That's the easy part, but now what about Decker?" Jean asked him.

Face looked at her in surprise, then back at the road ahead of them and said, "It's all in Murdock's hands now."

"God help him," Jean added as she drove them steadily along back through the woods at 80 miles an hour.