A/N: I know nothing about sedatives other than what Google told me so please ignore any inaccuracies on side effects as creative license. : )
The next morning, the sun was just starting to make its presence known, turning the inky black sky to dusty blue grey. BA sat up a little straighter in the armchair he'd been using as his post to keep watch. It sat in the corner of the lavish condo and faced both the front door and the balcony off the living room. It was almost time for Murdock's watch so BA figured he'd make the rounds again. He stood up and stretched, cracking his neck and sighing. He wasn't looking forward to the rest of the day. There was bound to be a lot of talking between Hannibal and Face and probably Face and the fool. The most BA could hope for was the chance to escape to the garage to work on his van or run some errands to avoid all the jibber-jabber.
Ghosting down the hallway, BA cracked open the door to the guest room. The sun had just started to paint the sky in pinks and oranges and BA could barely make out the Hannibal-sized shape on the mattress, dead to the world, lying face down on top of the covers. 'Bout time', he thought to himself. 'The man ain't slept since this whole mess got started.' BA closed the door silently and made his way further down to the master bedroom. Murdock had left the door cracked so whoever was on watch could look in on them. Face, asleep on his back, hadn't moved since the last time BA had checked on him. The Fool was snoring loudly, sprawled on the chaise lounge at the far wall, his feet hanging off the end. Moving over to the pilot, BA nudged one of the socked feet with his boot. Murdock was awake instantly, sitting up and quietly assessing the room.
"What's wrong, BA?" Murdock whispered.
"Nothin', Fool. It's your turn on watch."
Murdock and BA switched places. Murdock was almost to the door and BA was already almost asleep when Face moaned and rolled over, trapping one long sleeve of the jacket underneath his body. He started thrashing around in the bed when he realized his movements were restricted.
"Easy, muchacho." Murdock soothed, heading over to Face, who had managed to get to a sitting position.
"What the hell, Murdock? Why am I wearing this?" Face was yelling, throwing his arms out, the ties at the end of each sleeve flapping around. His own shouting and the sudden movement caused a sharp pain to shoot through his temples and he scrunched up his eyes and grabbed the sides of his head as best he could with no hands. "Augh. Why does my head feel like someone stuffed it with cotton and is using it for a drum? What happened?"
"You don't remember?" Murdock asked.
Moaning at the headache pounding behind his eyes, he snapped, "Would I ask if I remembered, Murdock?"
"Hey, Faceman! You better watch it, sucker. I had enough of your attitude this week."
Startled, Face whipped his head around and saw BA glaring menacingly at him from across the room. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Face drew his knees up and rested his chin on top of his jacketed arms. "BA? Is Hannibal here, too?"
"He is." Hannibal appeared at the doorway looking tired and disheveled. "And he hasn't gotten enough sleep yet to deal with all of this." he said, gesturing around the room. "Captain, how about some coffee?"
"Coffee sounds great, Colonel! I like mine with three scoops of sugar and some cre-." Murdock quickly reconsidered as Hannibal crossed his arms over his chest and smiled patiently at him. "On it, Colonel." Murdock galloped out of the room.
"BA, why don't you go into the other room and get some sleep?" Hannibal suggested, sitting on the bed. To Face he offered, "Let's get you out of this thing."
"Why am I IN this thing, Hannibal?" Face was thoroughly confused. "And why was I dreaming about camo nets and zip lines?"
Hannibal chuckled and BA scowled at Face on his way out of the room but didn't comment. Face was either playing dumb to get outta trouble or the drugs they'd given him had really messed with his memory. Either way, Hannibal would take care of it. And at least BA would get a real bed now, instead of the too short half-couch Murdock had slept on.
Undoing the straps and ties, Hannibal freed his lieutenant, who immediately ran his hands through his hair and moaned again. "My head is killing me."
Two seconds later, Murdock rushed in with a glass of water and some aspirin. "Coffee's on. Thought you might need these, Face."
Face took the glass and pills gratefully, "Thanks, Murdock." He swallowed the pills and gulped down the whole glass of water.
"Alright, Face. Why don't you rest for a while and I'll be back when you feel better?" Hannibal said, heading for the door.
Murdock made to sit down on the bed but the quiet utterance of "Captain" had him turning on his heels. He shrugged at Face and followed Hannibal out into the hallway, shutting the door behind him.
'Great!' thought Face as he laid back on the pillow and closed his eyes. Temporary memory loss or no, Face knew when a Hannibal Smith lecture was imminent. His head hurt and he was a little dizzy but the worst part was the foggy memory. The last thing he remembered was listening to the news on the van radio as they drove home from helping the Harmons stop Kyle Ludwig. But he couldn't remember doing anything to annoy Hannibal, let alone end up in a strait jacket. And how'd he get back to the condo? Face sighed. His head hurt too much to try and figure it out and the pull of going back to sleep was too strong. Secure in one of their safe houses, his team watching out for trouble, Face rolled over, pulled the blanket up to his chest and was asleep within minutes.