Disclaimer: While the majority of this belongs to JK Rowling, Sebastian belongs to a friend of mine, gracious enough to lend him out for this particular work. Marty King and the plot are my creations, and the only part I take credit for.

Summary: 20 years have past, a young woman who was a witch, then became a mercenary only to become her true self again when she learns she will have to face her past.

Chapter 1: The Mission (20 years later)

As the rain fell down across the park a woman holding a black umbrella over her head to keep from getting wet wondered for the hundredth time if this was really a good idea. The woman was striking standing at five foot seven inches tall with shoulder length blond hair and dark blue eyes. Rachel Sinclair felt ill at ease, yet the personal ad she had answered could not have been mistaken.

Nervously fidgeting on a bench with the torn out ad in her pocket she scanned the park. She saw several people walking by with their dogs of all shapes and sizes, a couple of workman working on a pole near the west park entrance with a Mass Power logo on their truck. 'I can't believe the power company has men working to restore the power in this area in a middle of a rain storm! Don't they realize it's dangerous? Stupid ' she thought as she shook her head and continued to look around.

There was also a pair of woman giggling on a park bench about 50 feet away from her. She smiled and thought ruefully it had been a long time since she had laughed. The smile soon vanished from her face as she noticed a homeless man walking down the path checking the garbage bins as he moved slowly towards her. She instinctively curled her nose up in disgust. She was not a mean person but the wet weather undoubtedly would make the sweat of the homeless person very robust.

She sat back down and looked at her watch. The voice that had spoke to her on the phone had been very specific right down to the bench she was supposed to sit at, this very park and on this very day, very hour and minute which had passed twenty minutes ago. This was irritating her since she was a very punctual person. 'This is ridiculous can't these people be on time!'

With a loud squeak she noted the arrival of the homeless man who looked at her "Spare change lady?" He asked hopefully. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her wallet not realizing that her gloved hand had also pulled out the ad she had been carrying around. It had fallen to the ground and the homeless man bend down and picked it up with a speed that was born of racing to get your next meal. He opened it up and he looked at it.

It read:

Are you in trouble? Are you in distress?

Have you tried all you can to fix the problem?

Do the police not believe or can not help you?

Then contact Worcester 555-6578 and tell us your

Story.

She stared at the man intently she realized this was her contact from the phone conversation. This was one of the people who could help her get her revenge. They could help her get what she wanted.

The voice of the homeless man brought her back out of her thoughts as he said in a gravelly voice "Here lady you dropped this." As he handed it back to her. She smiled tiredly and gave the man a ten dollar bill and said "Thanks". The man smiled and took the money before moving on to the garbage can on her left. As he dug into the trash can he said to her

"Now, what would a woman like you, want with the A-Team?"

She was startled as she looked at the man "I...I…I need help" she stammered.

The man's voice had changed and became a deep baritone voice which replied "Well you're going to get it, walk to the end of the path and get in the back of the power truck and don't say anything." Before he put an unlit cigar into his mouth and continued to looking through the garbage. She got up and began walking towards the power truck now realizing that the men were actually working on their truck. She said nothing but got into the back of it.

Once inside it was as if people materialized out of thin air. A young looking man got into the back of the truck and closed the door tight. The first thing she noticed was his blue eyes as he said "Just sit back and enjoy the ride." he then moved past her bench seat towards the front of the truck.

She then noticed the two women who had been sitting across from her in the park get into the side door that slid open and after closing it behind them they too sat down the bench on the other side of the van, and proceed to look at her intently.

Both were wearing heavy rain slickers to keep out the driving rain but they then slowly pulled back their hoods to show a pair of striking faces. One a brunette and the other a redhead looked at her and smiled as her face turned to alarm.

"No worries dear, you are in very capable hands now." Said the brunette who had spoken smiled. The redhead was smiling cordially but her green eyes were flashing with mirth as she watched the woman fidget under her gaze.

A rather large black man got into the front of the truck and turned it over. The engine which she would have expected to be very loud was actually very well tuned and almost silent. It was at his point the young man returned and sat up front saying "Okay we're all here let's go." With that they drove off.

Rachel was silent as were the others. As she watched the two women the redhead eventually stopped staring at her while her eyes were on her. As soon as Rachel looked away she found out this was not the case as the auburn woman would carefully steal away glances when she did not think she was being watched. The woman then would look at her from time to time during the ride but nothing more and this made Rachel even more fidgety.

They arrived at what looked like an abandon warehouse by the river and the truck stopped for a moment while the young man who was sitting up front got out and opened up the door of the warehouse. He then proceeded to let the truck come inside before closing the door again.

They exited the truck and Rachel upon looking around the warehouse found it was not very big in size and some of it was covered in dust and there were a group of chairs arranged around the room. They each chose a chair and Rachel noticed the woman she thought was a red head had removed the wig from her head and taking the pins out letting her black hair fall past her shoulders. The woman looked at Rachel who had a shocked look on her face smiled and shrugged placing the wig in a bag she had.

Rachel looked at each of the people in turn and felt very uncomfortable under their gaze. They sat there and looked at each other for a better part of a half an hour in strained and uncomfortable silence when Rachel heard the opening and closing of a door which struck out into the silence of the room.

In walked a man dressed in a beige jacket, black slacks, snake skin boots, and with a cigar hanging from his mouth He sat down next to the dark haired woman and when he spoke Rachel recognized it as the same voice she had heard in the park from the homeless man.

"Sorry about all of the confusion but we had to make sure you were who you said you were Ms. Sinclair." The man stated. He had the brunette do a back ground check on Ms. Sinclair and found it very interesting. Her father Michael Sinclair had been an art curator. From what the man could gather from following her around today in disguise he realized she had no connection with the military. He had followed the power truck in the van to the warehouse hiding it out of sight and watched as the others went inside. He had waited awhile before he had gone in himself.

Rachel said "I see and please call me Rachel." She was still trying to figure out who these people were.

"Alright Rachel, let me introduce you to the team." "I'm Hannibal Smith, this is Marty King, Amy Allen, Templeton Peck and the big guy is B.A." The man pointed to each person in turn, and Rachel nodded to each in turn.

"So Rachel what can the A-Team do for you?" He asked.

"Well." Rachel began "I'm trying to track down a group of killers who have fled the country." That is all well and good but why us?" He asked

"Because there is no one else that can get near them. You people have made a career of doing impossible things." She replied. "We can do great things but we usually stay within the country." Hannibal stated.

Marty then spoke up "The flattery is good, but what did these people do?"

"They killed my father Michael and my sister Sonia in a bombing." Rachel said trying to control her anger.

"Your father was Michael Sinclair?" Amy asked.

Rachel nodded "Yes, he was an art curator who looked for rare and priceless art. He was looking for one particular piece and he started to rub certain people the wrong way." Rachel paused for a moment.

"What was the piece of art he was looking for?" Hannibal asked.

"It was a very rare painting done by Degas; it was the last one he had done before he died." Rachel replied. "The painting was in the procession of a private collector before it was stolen. It had been missing for over 80 years before my father found it." "I don't know why he and Sonia were killed and that is why I want you people to find them."

"Do you know where we can find them?" Face asked.

Rachel nodded and reached into her purse and pulled out an envelope with documents in it. "The last location was a warehouse in London, England."

With that Marty felt a little twinge in her spine as the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. 'Why does that place make me feel so uneasy?' She thought but then she reasoned she had followed these men all over and so would follow them until something stopped her. She shivered slightly which no one noticed except Hannibal but he filed it away thinking she was just cold.

He looked at each member of his team and they all nodded in agreement and with that he stood up and said with a grin "Well Rachel it looks like you just hired the A-team."

Rachel smiled "That great." "Do you have the money for our services Rachel as was instructed?" Hannibal asked. "Oh yes, I have it right here 450,000 dollars as requested." She said taking another envelope out of her purse and handing it over to Smithwho tossed it over to Peck.

"Thank you will be in touch." Hannibal stated. Rachel gathered her umbrella and shaking hands with each of them walked out of the warehouse.

(AN: And the adventure continues. Why does London seem to make Marty so uneasy? The next chapter will hopefully explain it for every one. Hope you like this chapter. Please review. I also want to thank my beta reader Joceyln you're the best.)