A/N: I had to respost this due to a huge grammer error, I'm deeply sorry.
Hannibal watched the three men as he listened to the phone ring.
B.A. was now sitting in the armchair Face had previously been in, taking the TV remote and turning the TV on.
Face had left the chair to go sit on Murdock's bedside when his friend had slumped back, looking a little upset. He wrapped an arm around Murdock's shoulders, hugging him close.
They both knew how eachother was feeling, Murdock thinking Face was dead and vise versa. Murdock looked up and half-smiled, hugging Face. His best friend.
"Hello, is this Lindsey?" Hannibal was asking, B.A. turning the volume down and Face looking over at him with an angered flare.
"I see...perhaps we should discuss this in person. No? Well, I'd certainly love to know." Hannibal was going on.
"Wonder why that Semi just hit the car like that." Face muttered, confused again. "And why it only smashed the driver's side."
Murdock shrugged, wincing as the movement pulled at his stitches. "Fate?"
"How much? Ten grand? You can't expect that to go over unnoticed. Well what you and your husband apparently did not know, was that you weren't really with the real military...off the streets, eh?" Hannibal pinched the bridge of his nose between his finger and thumb.
B.A. sighed, shaking his head slowly and turning towards Murdock and Face. Face met his eyes and shrugged, both thinking the same thing. B.A. opened his mouth when Murdock suddenly gasped, his eyes growing huge as he fell back into the pillows.
"Murdock?" B.A. was up instantly and grabbed the pilot's shoulders. "Murdock!"
He didn't respond, his chest not moving and his eyes staring up at the ceiling blankly. Face bit his lip, grabbing Murdock's head and leaning in. "Don't do this!"
Hannibal seemed to have noticed and rushed over, throwing Lindsey a "Hold on!" and grabbing the pilot's still hand. "Hannibal...he...died..." Face choked, sobs escaping his lips as B.A. sank back on his heels, blinking rapidly.
Face and Hannibal both closed their eyes. B.A. swore Johnson and his fake men to hell.
Murdock laughed.
Three pairs of eyes shot open, staring down at the giggling pilot, who seemed oblivious to their quick pain. "Got'cha." He laughed.
"Murdock! I'll KILL you!" B.A. growled loudly, shoving Hannibal out of the way and grasping Murdock's collar, bringing up till their noses were nearly touching. Murdock smirked, not realizing how Face and Hannibal were staring at him.
"Murdock...how dare you!" Face snapped, he grabbed Murdock's left ear and tugged his ehad closer, watching his friend wince. "Don't you ever do that again! Got it?"
"Yes!" Murdock yelped. B.A. released him, his fury depleating as he watched Murdock get his ear pulled again before falling back into the bed.
Hannibal gave Murdock a stern look. "Not funny, Captain."
"I thought so." Murdock dared a grin, glancing around at them all. "I was just testing your minds. See that heart monitor over there?" He pointed, watching their heads swivel to see. "It didn't ever stop, did it?"
"Doesn't matter!" B.A. turned back, seeing Hannibal's expression soften. Face's did the same, he rested his hand on Murdock's shaggy head. It was there in their heads, knowing that they couldn't stay mad at Murdock for too long, he was just like a kid. "Yeah. I'm sorry...that, that wasn't very nice." Murdock hung his head.
"You're forgiven, Murdock. Now maybe you should get some sleep." Hannibal tweaked Murdock's cheek and raised his eyebrows, daring the younger man to object.
Murdock seemed to agree, his eyelids becoming heavy. "You guys'll be here when I wake up?"
"Course, buddy. Right here." Face half-smiled, giving Murdock a noogie before backing up from the bed.
Montana
"I spy with my little eye, something...purple." Face sat back and grinned, his item almost hidden from view.
Hannibal sighed, twisting around in an effort to find this purple item. After all, it was his yard, he should know if there was any purple items resting around.
B.A. took one look over at the house, found the purple towel drying on the porch rail and pointed. "Purple towel. I win."
Hannibal glared at him and Face laughed, feeling Murdock sitting beside him on the grass. "I got kicked out of the house by the girls." He muttered, pulling out blades of grass.
"Murdock, they don't want you hanging over their shoulders and accusing them of making a mistake with their cooking every three minutes." Hannibal told him, watching the pilot sulk.
"It's not my fault if they just don't know." Murdock glanced back as if the girls could hear him. "And Abbie's mood swings scare me."
Face chuckled, laying back on his elbows and staring up into the sky. "Pregnancy does that. She still having morning sickness?"
Murdock cringed, nodding. One of the girls called to the men, bringing them to their feet and into the house. They seated themselves and the girls set pots and pans of good food in front of them before sitting across from each of their men.
Abbie and Murdock smiled at eachother, Murdock reaching over and taking her hand while she spooned mashed potatoes onto her plate.
Hannibal planted a kiss on Jen's cheek before reaching for the chicken.
B.A. carressed Tracy's cheek and handed him some rolls.
Face looked at his new fiance, soon to be wife. He was the only non-married still, having been finally claimed by Leighton. She met his stare and half-smiled.
"Well...I am curious." Jen began, leaning forwards on her elbows. "Who exactly was Lindsey and Todd?"
Hannibal rasied his eyebrows, shrugging. "Just two people hired by a fake military man to call us over. He had been in contact with us before, a few years back and apparently wanted us dead."
"He was kinda stupid." Murdock snickered. Stabbing his corn with his fork and suddenly perking up when the sounds of children drew closer.
The door burst open and two little girls of five ran into the dining room, seeking out their seats. Julie climbed onto her chair beside her father, B.A. and he smiled down at her, ruffeling her soft hair.
Hannah seated herself beside Murdock and grabbed his arm. Murdock bent in closer to his daughter and kissed her nose.
"But a good thing came out of that." Face announced, watching everybody's eyes turn to him. "It brought us back together."
The adults all nodded agreement, going into a peaceful silence as everyone dug into their food, B.A. speaking up before stuffing his mouth again. "Happy Thanksgiving, guys."
The End!