For disclaimer, see prologue.

A/N: Title for this chapter taken from the tee-shirt Murdock wore in what was supposed to be the season finale, "The Grey Team", the episode "Without Reservations" was shown after this 'final' episode.

Fini

It was a long, rough night for everyone. Murdock and Sammy served sandwiches and then retired to one of the unoccupied rooms for the remainder of the night, after Maggie had checked each of them over and taken care of Murdock's head wound.

She, along with BA and Hannibal's help, worked on Face. It was touch and go, but as the first rays of dawn touched the horizon, Maggie let out the breath she'd been holding and declared the Lieutenant stable and ushered BA and Hannibal off to sleep.

It was a good thing that it was Sunday as she didn't have office hours and the clinic would be closed. They'd have to figure something out for Monday. Right now, all she wanted to do was get into bed and catch a few hours of sleep. She checked on her youngest patient first, smiling at the picture of domesticity as Hannibal cradled the sleeping boy. Both appeared to be sleeping peacefully.

Sammy was sprawled on top of Murdock and Maggie tucked a blanket over them, brushing a lock of hair off of Sammy's face. She next checked on Face and BA, chuckling quietly at how BA was half lying on the bed and half sitting in the chair he'd pulled up next to Face.

She resisted the urge to get her camera, knowing that, as adorable as she found it, the men wouldn't appreciate the candid moment as much as she did. Maybe, after they'd left, she would sketch the scene. Who knew when she'd next get a visit from them? It could be another four years or never.

Checking the clock in her living room, she reached for her phone, placing a call that she hoped would work in her favor.

"Sheriff Wagner," the voice on the other end sounded tired, but alert.

"Sheriff," Maggie hesitated, biting her bottom lip.

"What is it Doc? You got an emergency? Need me to send a deputy up your way?"

"Uh," Maggie cleared her throat, "no, I uh, just wanted to report a sighting of the A-Team." Her voice gained some confidence as she put her plan into action. Her eyes were drawn instinctively to the hallway, hoping that she would not draw the attention of the men sleeping, blissfully unaware, a few feet away.

"What?" It had been years since the town of Bad Rock had experienced anything remotely exciting on such a level.

"They there now?" His hand moved automatically to his weapon.

Wagner's predecessor, Hank, was well known for the stories he told about his onetime encounter with the elusive ex-military unit. Truth be told, Wagner thought the man exaggerated a great deal of his story and doubted that the A-Team had ever really been in the little town of Bad Rock. The way he'd told it, they'd escaped the jail and singlehandedly run off a motorcycle gang.

"Uh, no." Maggie cleared her throat nervously.

"Are they holding you hostage? Just answer yes or no," he encouraged her, hoping that she wasn't being held against her will.

"No," she quickly answered. "I, that is," she faltered. "They were here last night, asked me to stitch one of them up, and then left. Apparently they remembered my services last time," she spoke sardonically.

"You know which way they went?" Wagner sat down at his desk, reaching for his pen.

"I think, that is, I'm not sure which direction they left in, I think it was North?"

"Uh-huh." Wagner wrote the direction down on his paper and proceeded to question the doctor, getting approximate times and a description of the injury she'd treated. He would need to get as much information as he could to pass onto the military. Maybe this would help them get a jump on the team, and he'd be a national hero.

"Give me a few and I'll be out there to see what I can see," he promised.

"Oh, no, that won't be necessary." Maggie panicked, hoping that she could keep the new Sheriff away.

"Maybe the tracks will give me a better indication of the direction they went in."

"They, uh, they covered their tracks pretty well." Maggie cursed beneath her breath. "I…do you mind coming over tomorrow? I didn't really get much sleep last night and, they're already long gone."

"Tell you what, I've got a lot to do this morning," he looked at the pile of papers on his desk and sighed. The trail wouldn't get any colder, he supposed and that paperwork wouldn't get done on its own. "How 'bout if I come by later this afternoon?" He'd send off a fax to the military, letting them know the A-Team had been through town, in the meantime.

"Not sure that you'll really find anything worthwhile," she tried again to dissuade him from making a visit. "I saw them sweep away their tracks and they left nothing behind."

Wagner sighed and scrubbed at his face. "Fine," he capitulated, "I'll be by first thing tomorrow."

"Sounds good, thank you Sheriff."

Smiling to herself, hoping that the Sheriff would contact the military and lead them away from town. She would come up with a way to waylay the Sheriff and was happy that she'd be able to have a day to come up with a plan. There was no way that Face should be traveling for a few days yet. She'd just have to figure something out to keep them there and safe.

Yawning, Maggie stretched and disrobed. Climbing in beneath the sheets, she let go of all of the anxiety and stress of the past hours and fell into a peaceful sleep after setting her alarm to wake her in a few hours so she could check on her patients.

John finally caught a break on tracking down the men who had his sons as night turned to day. Or at least he hoped they still had his sons and hadn't gotten rid of them. He couldn't imagine why a group of mercenaries for hire would take two young children with them in the first place. According to the chatter he'd been listening to on the police radio, the A-Team hadn't made any demands and had gone off the radar. They weren't holding his boys hostage.

None of what had happened on this particular hunt made much sense to the hunter. Out of the corner of his eye, he spied Bobby, his head resting against the window as he slept. The older hunter sometimes grated on his nerves, but he knew that the man was right about several things, one of them being his treatment of his sons.

When this was all over and he had Dean and Sammy back, he'd take a break; see if he could reclaim some of the time he'd lost, hoping that it wasn't too late for Dean to regain the father he'd lost when his mother had died. He didn't even know if he had what it'd take to be that man again, but was determined to try.

Following the wide tire tracks which had double and tripled back over the country roads, thank god they were dirt roads; he drove along a single lane road. Trees lined either side of it and he looked for a break in the foliage which would indicate the road the other vehicle had taken. He couldn't imagine anyone else taking the time to circle back so many times, and trusted that his gut was right about the trail he'd been following, that it would lead him to the A-Team, and ultimately to reconciling with his sons.

Seeing a turnoff, he bypassed it, keeping his eyes on it as he drove past. He wanted to do this right, make sure that he was on the right trail first. It wouldn't due to make mistakes, his sons' lives might be at stake and he couldn't risk that.

He recalled everything he'd ever heard about the A-Team over the years, and knew that they'd managed to stay out of the military's reach by being careful and untraceable. Thing was, John had been hunting far more elusive entities for the past four years now and he was a ranger. He had a few tricks of his own, knew how to hide in plain sight. The A-Team wouldn't know what had hit them when he came for his sons.