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Notes: I don't remember if the team every went to the Orphanage where Face went to? If they did, oops. Anyway this is the first Orphanage that Face went to. Oh, and the flashbacks are back!
Oh, and a special thanks goes out to....
Nash Carter- I've still got tons in stored for Face, don't worry. Thanks for the review.
Luna- I'm glad you liked the Hannibal part, oh, and for the chiffhangers.... ;-)
Jade-t9 - Welcome! I'm glad you like this story, hope that you will carry on reading.
TeacherTam- Thanks, I love English, It's extremely hard with all the rules (Which I am still learning). But I'm a nut, I love to learn new stuff. And anyway, there aren't any Sci-fi programmes in Afrikaans... so that motivated me, Big time.
JesseTfan- hi! glad you like my story, hope you will carry on reading!
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Chapter five
o o o
Ellen awoke to her doorbell. She wasn't expecting anyone. She groaned as she looked at her alarm clock.
It was Four o'clock in the morning.
"Who ever is at the door better have some good excuse!" She threatened the unknown visitor.
She heard the bell chimes going off again.
"I'M COMING!" she yelled.
She muttered a few curses as she grabbed her dressing gown as she made her way out her bedroom.
She switched on the lights at the hallway, making sure that she had some light before she attempted going down the stairs.
She tried to rub the sleep from her eyes as she made her way down.
She growled when she head the bell going off again.
"I'M COMING!" She yelled again.
She muttered a complaints as she unlocked the door. She growled as she opened the door with such force that it banged against the wall.
"What do you....FACE?" Ellen said in shock.
Lying on the ground, was her big brother. Sleep vanished from her mind as she quickly helped Face into the house.
She quickly directed him to the lounge where she helped him lie down on her big sofa.
"Face, are you ok? what's wrong?" Ellen asked in concern.
The pain was just to much for Face, he just could speak at that moment.
"I'm going to call the others ok?" Ellen asked.
"NO!" Face gasped.
Ellen saw the pain that her big brother was, but it was the pleading eyes that did her.
"I got some pain killers, I'm just going to get them for you ok?" Ellen said.
Face nodded, as he closed his eyes tightly. He couldn't let the team know, they wouldn't understand.
Ellen walked back into the lounge, and helped Face up so that he could swallow the medicine.
"Thank you," Face said.
Ellen smiled as she sat down on her coffee table.
"You want to fill me in on what you are doing out, at three o'clock, and in pain, without the team?" Ellen asked sternly.
"I have to do this alone," Face said softly.
Ellen looked at her big brother, then signed.
"I won't tell anyone, so come on, tell me what is going on?" Ellen asked.
Face smiled, he knew he could count on her.
"You see..."
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BA growled for the hundredth time as he had to listen to Frankie's snoring as he drove. Murdock looked at Frankie who was passed out on the one seat, his head was leaning backwards, exposing his throat. His mouth was open, which made the snoring even louder.
Murdock thought it was funny, but he just couldn't laugh. He just couldn't belief what had just happened. He just wished that Face was alright.
"Why did you run?" Murdock asked barely above a whisper.
Hannibal sat silently in his seat upfront. He knew that BA was concerned and anger over Face disappearance.
They all were.
Hannibal wished he knew why. Why Face didn't tell them about A.J. being his father, or why he ran. There was no note, no goodbyes. What angered Hannibal the most, was the fact that he didn't expect it, he didn't expect Face to run. It was just so unlike the LT.
Face would never run, so why now?
"We're here," BA spoke.
Hannibal snapped out of his thoughts as BA parked the car in the parking area.
"Let's go," Hannibal ordered.
Murdock poked Frankie in the ribs, which caused Frankie to bolt up.
"Ouch! don't do that man," Frankie moaned.
"Time to go," Murdock said as he opened the door.
Frankie mumbled something that no one heard, as he got out of the van.
They looked around the old Orphanage. It looked like an old church that had a hall added to it. They guessed that the hall was were the children slept.
Hannibal looked at the time, it was nearly six am, they had been driving for three hours.
He looked back at the Orphanage, then to his men.
"Let's try find a lead," Hannibal said.
They waited for Hannibal to take lead, BA followed, then Murdock, who was then followed by Frankie.
They walked in silence, not knowing what time everyone woke up, not that would stop them, but they did like to keep things simple.
Hannibal headed into what appeared to be a little courtyard, there were a few plants, but nothing really exciting. As they got closer they noticed that a nun was standing in the entrance to the hall.
She wore a black uniform, the only thing that showed, was her pale face. She had light brown hair which was nearly completely covered by the hood. She had soft green eyes, and a warming smile. She looked to be in her late thirties.
"Morning gentlemen, can I help you?" the nun asked.
"Yes, I need to find out some information on a orphan," Hannibal asked.
"Why don't you go and speak with Head Sister Mary," the nun suggested.
Hannibal nodded as they followed the nun into the hall.
The hall entrance was plain, nothing really warm and welcoming. The walls were painted white, there was a wooden cross on the one old table.
There were two paths, one leading to the right and one to the left.
The nun lead them right, which lead to a office area.
Everything was plain, they guessed because Orphanages never really had money to spend on decorations or anything pretty.
In the office there was a plain old wooden table, there was one small window which was opened. On the left to the table was a huge filing cabinet. Behind the desk there was a wooden chair, which had an old cushion on it
In front of them, there were two chairs.
"Gentlemen, how can I help you?" a voice came from behind them.
They turned to see a nun, who wore a black uniform, the only thing that showed, was her pale face. She had grey hair which was nearly completely covered by the hood. She had soft blue eyes, a few wrinkles under the eyes, but she looked in her fifties.
"Sister Mary? I'm Hannibal," Hannibal introduced himself.
Sister Mary smiled.
"The A-Team, which means, that you are BA," she spoke as she pointed to BA, "then you must be the brave, Murdock," She smiled as she turned to face Murdock.
"Then it's the new one, Frankie, isn't it?" Sister Mary asked Frankie.
"Yes ma'am," Frankie answered.
"How did you know?" Hannibal asked.
"Face, he writes us letters," Sister Mary said with a smile
"Sister Mary, do you know where Face could be right now?" Hannibal asked.
"Please, call me Mary, and please, tell me what happened?" Sister Mary asked.
"Well, he was shot..."
"My dear, poor, little Templeton," Sister Mary interrupted Hannibal.
"As I was saying, he was shot two days ago, last night he asked Murdock about his father. This morning, he was gone," Hannibal summarized.
Sister Mary looked around at the pleading men, something inside of her told her to tell them the truth, but she didn't know.
"Why do you want to know?" Sister Mary asked.
"Its not like him to run off when he's hurt," Hannibal answered.
Sister Mary looked at Hannibal's eyes, she could see fear, concern, but mostly pain, betrayal.
"Let's sit outside and I'll tell you what you need to know," Sister Mary said sadly.
They followed her out of the office, and the hallway entrance as they walked out into the gardens.
They walked for a few minutes when they arrived near the fence. There were bushes that covered the area, but as they moved a few branches, they saw a log which had been made into bench.
"Please, have a seat," Sister Mary said as she pointed to the tree.
They all sat down, and looked up to Sister Mary, waiting for her to speak. They watched as she sat down on a small stool.
"Templeton used to come here all the time, he would stare out into the woods. He would stand here for hours, all alone, but I think he liked it that way," Sister Mary said.
Everyone found themselves staring passed the fence to the beautiful woods. It was so peaceful, so quiet. It was relaxing, almost calming.
"Templeton is a very private person, he doesn't really like to tell others about his past," Sister Mary said with a smile.
Everyone nodded their heads in agreement, Face never told them anything about his past.
"But if you had a tragic life that poor soul lived, you would understand everything. I was so surprised he turned out the way he did," Sister Mary said sadly.
"Could you tell us?" Murdock asked.
Sister Mary looked at Murdock's pleading eyes. She knew a lot about these men from Templeton's letters, but still, she didn't feel comfortable about telling his past.
"I shouldn't," Sister Mary said as she shook her head.
"Please, we need to know," Hannibal pleaded.
Sister Mary knew Templeton would never forgive her, she just prayed she will do the right thing.
Hannibal and the other's watched her eyes as they drifted off into the past.
"I remember the first time I saw little Templeton, he was so cute. He had a naughty streak in him. He loved to hide, and made us look for him. Then sneak up on us when we're not expecting it. Did you know that he was five years old when he came to us?" Sister Mary asked.
They were all shocked to hear that Face was five when he became an Orphan. They all expected that he was much older, twelve, maybe thirteen, but five years old.
"What happened?" Murdock asked.
"Police received an anonymous phone call, saying that there were homeless people living in the abandoned area in town. They arrived, but they found something that they didn't expect,"
o o o
Twenty five years earlier....
Officer Mike Brook sat in his police car, enjoying the peace and quiet, as he took a sip of his warm coffee. Tonight was a special night, tonight he had spent twenty years on the force, twenty very long years. He smiled as he thought about his life, he had just turned forty, it was his twelfth wedding anniversary. He was a happy man.
Sure, over the years, he came a bit more tubby, and his hair was turning a few shapes greyer, but he didn't have anything to complain about.
He just took a sip when he heard his radio going.
"Mike, you busy?"
Mike smiled when he heard the Dispatcher, Samantha Jackson, calling him by name. Because it was a small town, they used their first names because it was easier, and because they all knew each other.
"Nope, what can I do Sam?"
"We got a call saying that there are some homeless people sleeping in 25 Fouche street," Samantha explained.
"And I have to check for any damages, and tell them about the centre where they can get food," Mike suggested.
"Yip, otherwise, all things are quiet," Samantha said.
"Ok, I'll check in when I'm done," Mike said.
"Be careful, Sam out," Samantha said as she signed off.
Mike just shook his head as he lowered the radio before starting the car.
After five minutes he arrived at the abandoned area. He just couldn't believe how a popular area had just turned into a dump.
He looked at the abandoned houses, trying to find the house number's.
"Yes!" Mike said in relief as he found the house with the number 25 on it.
He parked in the driveway, not really worrying about anyone seeing him. Silently, he wished that they did, so that he didn't have to arrest them.
Mike wasn't the type of person who liked picking on the homeless.
With a sign, he climbed out the car, making sure that he had all the essentials, such as his torch, walkie-talkie, and his gun.
As he slowly made his way to the open door, he scanned the area, making sure that he couldn't be caught in a surprise attack.
He scanned the area one last time before he headed into the dark room. He switched on his torch, which lightened up the room. It was a small lounge right in front of him, nothing really valuable.
He looked to his right, and noticed a small bathroom. Knowing that it was better to be safe, than sorry, he quickly scanned the bathroom to find out that it was empty.
He looked at the left side of the room, there were two doors. He guessed the one would be the kitchen, and the other, the bedroom.
He silently made his way to the one door, where he gentle opened the one door which revealed the kitchen. He quickly scanned the area, as he did, he noticed that all the cupboards were open which revealed it's empty contents.
He shook his head as he moved out the kitchen.
He took a deep breathe as he headed into the bedroom. He quickly scanned the area, and didn't see anything out the ordinary
There was a small dressing table, a bed with a kid, and a window...
"What the hell?" Mike asked in surprise as moved his torch back to the bed where he noticed the small figure.
He quickly ran up to the bed, where the kid was.
The little boy was in a feta position, his skin was deadly pale, his blond hair was a mess. What made Mike's heart break, was the little teddy bear which was tucked in the boy's arms....
o o o
Back at the Orphanage, present time
"Officer Brook called the ambulance. Templeton nearly died, it appears that Templeton's mother left him alone in a house with no food for two days before the police found him," Sister Mary explained.
BA growled when he heard that Face nearly died. He had never hit a woman before, but if he ever meet Face's mother, she would be the first.
Hannibal couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was so shock, he just couldn't believe it.
"Damn," Frankie said in surprise.
"The doctor at the hospital gave Templeton his name, it wasn't normally done that way, but it seems that Templeton somehow managed to crawl into the doctor's heart. A few days later, they had to call the social worker because Templeton was well enough to leave. That's when he came here," Sister Mary continued.
"Didn't Face know his name?" Murdock asked in surprise.
"No, the doctor asked Templeton, but he didn't know. From what the doctor gathered, Templeton's mother just called him 'baby'," Sister Mary said with a smile.
"That still doesn't explain why he ran?" Hannibal asked quietly.
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To be continued...