This is my first A Team fic! Hope you like it, Please review!

Disclaimer: I don't own The A-Team, I'm just a puppeteer who likes to play with them.

Thank you to the anonymous reviewer who pointed out my terrible mistakes. I like constructive critisism like that and I appreciate your help. I have always put random capital letters by habit (I dont even know I'm doing it and I dont notice them when I read back over again) and also I admit to my terribal grammar as far as 'their' and 'there' are concerned but I do appreciate your reviews andthank you to everyone who has reviewed so far!

Help!

Murdock woke up, he didn't even realize he'd fallen asleep. Everything was so dark in the basement and Murdock knew he'd lost a lot of blood. He tried standing up, but lost his balance immediately and fell, he simply didn't have the strength anymore. He knew for now, all he could do is wait for his friends to come and he had absolutely no doubt that they would come for him his only worry was if they'd be in time.

There was a sudden thump and light flooded the ground. Murdock was so used to the darkness now that his eyes were burning from the light in them and no matter how tight he closed his eyes the light still seemed to penetrate.

"Get up" shouted the taller man who Murdock had decided to call Bert (For some reason he seemed to remind Murdock of Bert from Bert and Ernie on Sesame Street (the smaller man Murdock decided could be called Ernie simply because he was 'Bert's' partner).

Murdock completely ignored him. If he didn't acknowledge him he might go away, he might not even be there, it could be a trick of the mind. Just as all of these thoughts were racing through Murdock's mind, Bert kicked him hard in the chest (Murdock was pretty sure he'd sustained at least one broken rib now, defiantly no chance in fighting his was out and escaping this hell)

Bert reached down and grabbed hold of Murdock's jacket, he brought him up so Murdock's top half was painfully lifted from the ground.

"Tell me where Hannibal Smith is, or I'll cause you so much pain you'll be begging me to kill you" Bert whispered to Murdock in a very dangerous way. These men meant business.

Murdock tuned him out, he wasn't paying attention anymore. Pain was in the mind, he just needed to condition his mind to ignore it and Bert.

Ernie came down the basement stairs holding what looked like a very hot poker. This earned Murdock's attention now. He couldn't stop looking at the poker when suddenly he heard a loud rumble from out side., Murdock wasn't sure if it was in his head or real until he looked at Bert and Ernie and their faces showed confusion. At least it had distracted them for now, no excruciating pain for Murdock just yet he thought to himself with a slight sigh of relief.

CRASH!…