Disclaimer: Don't own them never have, never will.

Notes: I don't know any American places, so I'm going to make up places, towns and cities, and companies, so If there is a place/town/business, etc, with the same name, it's just pure dumb luck. And I'm horrible at describing towns, so just image a typical small town. And, I just want to thank everyone for their reviews

Therm- Thanks for the review. I'm glad that you want more twists, I love doing them. My life isn't complete without them.

Nash Carter- thanks for the review, and for the compliment.

Luna- Who does trust Stockwell? You just have to carry on reading to find out if Face is well enough or not.... Thanks for the review, hope you enjoy the rest of the story.

Sabrina Mecum- I'm very happy to hear that you like my story. I'm afraid I cannot tell you if it is a death story or not, well, not yet. But, I do suggest reading on. You never know what will happen. Thanks again for the review.

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Chapter three

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The days went by quickly, and the Team found themselves in the van. While BA drove, Hannibal scanned over the map. Murdock and Frankie sat at the back, watching Face sleep.

"Murdock, it's not your fault you know that?" Frankie asked in concern.

Murdock nodded, but he couldn't take his eyes off the figure. He could still remembered holding down the pressure as BA drove to the hospital. They had just made it.

He knew that he wasn't to blame, but he just couldn't help it. He was the one that suggested that they eat at the restaurant that night. He was the one that asked Face to search the one bad guy. He was the one that suggested that they acted before they really made a plan. Maybe if he had just waited, what if he didn't suggest Face and Frankie eat at that restaurant, what if he had paid more attention, what if, what if.

The cruellest words in the English dictionary.

In a battle he knew, there was no time to say what if. There was no room for doubt, no room for second guessing. However, once the war was over, and it was time to go home. In those hours of resting, your mind always reflects on what happened. Always wondering what could have happened.

"Murdock?"

Murdock snapped out of his thoughts as he looked at Frankie who was looking at him in concern.

"Sorry, just thinking about Spot," Murdock lied.

Frankie's eye brow lifted, wondering who 'Spot' was, but knew that it was just better not knowing.

"Hey guys, how much longer?" Frankie asked as he moved up front.

"About an hour," BA answered.

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They arrived in the little town of Ladysmith. It was a typically small town, a small community centre, where people shopped. A small cafe on the end of the street, where teenagers hung out, a barber shop on the opposite of the street where men went to catch up on the daily news.

Couples walked down the clean paths, with smiles on their faces.

BA looked at the smiling people and growled.

"What's wrong BA?" Hannibal asked.

"To many happy people, I don't like it!" BA said seriously.

Hannibal just smiled.

"Welcome to the twilight zone," Murdock said before he gave out a howl.

"Crazy fool!" BA moaned.

Murdock felt a bit better, he always felt a bit happier once he messed with BA. He looked over to Face, and was startled when he saw blue eyes looking back at him.

"Faceman, you ok?" Murdock asked worriedly.

Face smiled and nodded.

"You sure? do you need anything?" Murdock asked.

"Murdock, I'm fine, really," Face answered as honest as he could.

Murdock eyed Face suspiciously, but seemed to take the answer as he went back to his new pet, Spot.

"So, who do we have today?" Face asked as he pointed to the invisible pet.

"Spot," Murdock said happily.

"Spot? what kind of breed is he?" Face asked.

"Jack Russell, can't you see the one brown spot?" Murdock asked as he pointed proudly.

Face saw the proud and happy look in Murdock's eyes.

"Ya, I see it," Face said happily.

Murdock went back to his new invisible pet. This was his way out, out of the madness of the world. A place of his own, a place, no one could take away from him.

He smiled as the little dog wagged it's tail as he stroked the short, soft fur.

Face watched Murdock love Spot with some sadness. That day he was shot, was the first day in ages that Murdock was sane. Now it was gone.

There was nothing wrong with the crazy Murdock, but it was nice to have the normal Murdock to.

Face looked around and saw Frankie busy reading a magazine.

"Hey, Hannibal, what is the plan?" Face asked out aloud.

Hannibal smiled, as he looked around the area.

"Well if Stockwell was correct, then the Hobson's are at home, so we are going to head there, move them out, and go to the place which you are going to get for us," Hannibal briefed them.

Face smiled when he realised that Hannibal gave him a job.

"What kind of place? a normal house? somewhere in the woods?" Face asked.

"Anything that is away from civilians," Hannibal answered.

Face smiled as he picked up a phone book, and quickly scanned through the different places that he could hire out.

Murdock watched Face as he went through the phone book, but he noticed the slow movements, and knew that Face was in pain.

"Hey, Faceman, Spot wants you to pat him. Why don't I look for a nice place for us?" Murdock asked.

Face silently cursed his weakness, as he looked up to see Murdock's worried expression.

"Murdock, I'm fine, I can do this," Face said softly.

Murdock signed and went back to loving Spot, while, keeping a eye on Face.

Face knew that Murdock was watching him, it was getting a bit annoying, but secretly, he loved it.

Face grew up in an Orphanage, so he didn't really get many hugs, or many people who cared for him.

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BA didn't like it.

He just didn't like it.

Hannibal heard BA growl again, and turned to see that BA was looking at the houses.

It was actually spooky, they were almost alike.

Each house had a picket fence, some were painted blue, others green, but most of them were in white.

The gardens were all neat, only a few plants by the fences and by the walls. But what was really scary, was the same type of houses, down the whole block.

Each house was a double story house, painted white. The only difference between the houses were the painted window shutters, which were either in blue or green.

Murdock and Frankie moved up to see the area, and they were shocked to see the houses.

"You're dazed, bewildered, trapped in a world without time, where sound collides with colour and shadows explode. You see a signpost up ahead -- this is no ordinary town...you have reached, The Twilight Zone," Murdock said seriously.

This just made BA growl and tighten his grip on the steering wheel.

Frankie just shivered as he sat back down on his chair.

"This is just to dam scary," Frankie said as he shivered again.

Face just shock his head, he would have gone up front to see, but the pain in his side was hurting to much for him even to try.

"BA, it's the house at the end of the street," Hannibal said as he pointed to house on the end.

BA nodded as he drove a little bit faster, wanting to get the Hobson's, so he could get the hell out of here.

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End of chapter three

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