A/N: This story is now complete. I had a lot of fun writing it and just want to say thank you again to everyone for the reviews and the positive encouragement! It means a lot!

The next morning, Face was back to normal, all traces of the Ativan out of his system. Without leaving the condo, he'd managed to get BA new floor mats and a new CB radio for his van, and he'd gotten Hannibal a brand-new box of Cubans, one of which the Colonel was enjoying while taking a stroll down the beach. It never hurt to keep Hannibal happy.

Face was currently in the kitchen playing cards with Murdock so BA could install his new van accessories in peace.

"Murdock." Face sighed. "We're playing Gin. Why are you dealing all of the cards?"

"I figured since you got three 'o the queens stashed up your sleeve, we might as well play Old Maid now." Murdock answered without looking up from the deal.

Face stared at him in disbelief, before checking his sleeve for the three cards he'd palmed and planted there. He could never seem to outsmart Murdock.

Murdock finished dealing and whooped as he looked at his cards. "Guess who gets to start as the Old Maid?"

"I am NOT an Old Maid." Face replied, indignant. "And you're not supposed to tell if you have the queen."

They passed cards back and forth for a while, Murdock shouting joyfully when he made another match and avoided picking the Old Maid card.

"So." Face started, his voice nervous.

"No problemo, Muchacho." Murdock immediately answered, studying his cards intently.

"But Murdock…"

Immediately, the Hunk Man was back. He laid his cards face down on the table and sat up straight. "You know, Templeton, perhaps I could educate you on the plight of the whales. I've had huge success with persons of the female persuasion with that particular topic of conversation. You might consider employing my technique." Murdock widened his eyes and emphasized the last syllable with a click of his tongue, before leaning back in his chair and smiling smugly.

The indignant scowl was only half formed on Face's features before a low rumble from the entry way had him spinning around in his chair.

"Why this fool talkin' like that again, Face?" BA growled, fists clenched at his sides while next to him, Hannibal stood with his arms crossed, looking amused.

"Uh, that's ok, Murdock. I think you're right. No problem." Face shot a pleading look at his friend before turning back towards the door. "How's the new CB, BA?" he asked, sheepishly.

BA glared for a minute before deciding Face had taken the not-so-subtle hint. "It workin' like a CB radio, man."

"What's the plan, Hannibal?" Murdock asked as himself, plucking a ten from Face's hand.

"How about we do something normal for once?" Face muttered and shuffled his cards around.

Sirens in the distance made all four men pause and look at each other. Hannibal began issuing orders and the team had the condo cleared and were hurrying out to the garage within minutes.

"How did Fulbright find this place? I liked this place!" Face whined as they headed towards the van.

"Coulda had somethin' to do with a Fool singin' at the top of his lungs and drawin' attention to me workin' on my van." BA frowned at Murdock as he unlocked the back door and the storage locker. He handed Face and Murdock an M-16 each and walked around to unlock the passenger side door.

Murdock followed on BA's heels until the big man stopped and scowled at him.

"BA, I was just tellin' your van that Face was back and everythin' was goin' to be ok now." he explained, leaping into his seat in the back. "She was real worried."

Face smiled in appreciation towards the van before he realized that might land him a permanent room next to Murdock so he stopped and adjusted his tie instead.

Hannibal's smirk as he settled into his seat in the van did not go unnoticed by Face.

"Besides, the pretty lady likes opera. It calms her a lot more than all that growlin' and fussin' you do."

"Don't you be telling me what my van likes, you crazy fool!" BA shouted, sliding into the driver's seat. A second later, he realized what he'd said and lurched around, looking to throttle the pilot.

Hannibal put a steadying hand on BA's chest. "Let's go, guys."

Face climbed into the van next to Murdock and slid the side door shut. "Come on, BA. Murdock had the van's best interests at heart."

"Don't you start, Face." BA growled before asking Hannibal, "Where to?"

"I'm thinking mountain getaway. Somewhere with enough land to practice our building skills."

Face looked at Murdock, who shrugged. Not sure he really wanted to know, he hesitated before venturing a guess. "We're building a cabin in the woods to escape to when things get too hot in town, right Hannibal?"

Hannibal smiled and looked wistful. "Face, think climbing walls and zip lines and…"

"Camo netting." Face finished with a groan. "I should have known it wasn't just a dream."

The van peeled out of the garage and into the street just as three military sedans came screeching around the corner, lights flashing and sirens blaring.

BA glanced at Hannibal sitting in the front seat, an unlit cigar clenched in his teeth, smiling like the cat that ate the canary. In the back, Murdock was babbling some nonsense about keeping the van in optimum health with opera (BA would pound the fool if he caught him singin' to his van again) and Face was complaining about not having time to run obstacle courses since he had to find a new place to live. Again.

BA floored the gas pedal and put some distance between them and the MPs. He checked to make sure no one in the van was looking and then allowed himself a small smile. It might not be anyone's textbook definition of normal, but it was all theirs and it sure felt good to have it back.