Murdock wasn't prepared for what he was going to find in my house. The body of his best friend lying on the floor, filled with gun shot wounds, including a bullet in his forehead was a sight that could drive a crazy man sane. As the rest of the A-Team searched the house for clues, he knelt down next to Dad's body, on the verge of tears. Suddenly, he heard a soft voice speak up.

"I didn't think it would be this bad." Murdock, not quiet believing his ears, spun around towards the voice. I was standing in the doorway with total fear in my eyes, one of which was black, my backpack slung over my shoulder and a quivering bottom lip. "Daddy, what'd they do to you?" I tried to run over to his body, but Murdock stood up and got to me first, stopping me from going any further. "Let me go, Murdock!"

"No, Kay-girl," he said, trying to keep me back. "That really isn't something you need to see right now..." He then took me into the kitchen and sat me down at the table. After letting me cry for a few moments, he realized something- I'd just been kidnapped not to long ago. "Hey wait! How did you get here?" I looked up at him, wiped my eyes and smiled.

"Long story."

After grabbing my bag, I started towards the door. There was an open window in the room, but I figured that Jones would have guards waiting for me to try something. Had I used the window, I would have avoided confrontation. But no, I took the door and ran into five guys twice my size.

"Aw gee, guys," I said, innocently. "I had to use the little girl's room and I can't seem to find my cell." They didn't buy that- not by a long shot... and they looked like they wanted to kill me. So, I did the only reasonable thing there was to do- I got ready to defend myself.

Allow me to say something- as you recall, when Chase tried to hit me, I avoided his every punch. The explanation: I was a master in Karate, taught to me by my father, who learned it from a master in Japan. But the bad guys didn't know that... so I'll leave what happened up to your imagination.

By now, I had finished my story and was sitting at the kitchen table, my head resting in my hands. Thinking. Realizing. Dad was really gone.

"He killed him," I whispered. "He killed him for a stupid diamond..." I hadn't cried much in my sixteen year existence- about the only time I could remember was the first time I saw the movie "Old Yeller," when I was five. And right then, I wanted to cry so bad... but I couldn't.

Murdock had his back to me right then and was getting me a soda out of the fridge. When he turned back around, he noticed something in my arms. It was a small panda bear, wearing a leather jacket and a blue baseball cap- Reginald Bear.

"You," he whispered. "You still have that?"

"Of course I still have it," I said. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Because it's a silly bear that I won at a baseball throw on Cony Island that I never expected you to keep." I acted offended as I hugged my bear tighter.

"Reggie is not a silly bear!" I cried. "He's... he's my Reggie. He's always there for me." Before Murdock could say any more, Hannibal, Face and B.A. walked into the room, with Hannibal clearing his throat as he did so.

"Sorry to interrupt, Murdock," he said. "But we got a job out in Argentina... Kay you'll have to come with us." I nodded. "We'll have to get you some new clothes too," he continued. "Something that doesn't make you look like yourself- what's your size?" I batted my eyes, innocently and smiled.

"My size?" I asked. "My size is the space I take up, but thanks for asking." Hannibal, Face and B.A. gave me a blank look.

"Dang, Murdock," said B.A. "This chick's crazy as you are." Murdock said nothing. He just smiled.