A/N This takes place in a complicated AU that I've managed to create in my head for other personal writings. Basically, this takes place about 5 years after the end of the show. The team is no longer wanted, having received their pardons. They've relocated to Bad Rock, Hannibal and Maggie have an on/off sort of relationship, Murdock has settled down with a woman named Emma and they have a young daughter together. It's AU. It's romance. It's taking a lot of guts to post this. (Seriously. A LOT.) If it's not your cup of tea, feel free to pass.
Many, many thanks to my chiquita The-Time-Traveling-Hippie for her encouragement and a totally kicking chapter she wrote...
And as usual, I don't own any rights to The A-Team. But I do have a Hot Wheels Van and Vette!
"You sure this is what she wants, Face?" Murdock hopped over the door to the Vette and settled into the seat. "A blast from the past with us?"
"Positive. What better way to spend a quiet night with no plans than for us to crash her place for a while? Besides, I know she's had a tough week at work. Grabbed her favorites for dinner, thought we would surprise her with some A-Team cooking." Face zoomed down the quiet road out of Bad Rock and headed on his way to Amy's in LA.
"And she wants us crashing her place with food. That will make it all better. Riiiiight, Face." Murdock smiled broadly. "I think you just want an excuse to see her. What's wrong, blonde-of-the-week cancel on you and you couldn't be alone tonight?"
"I'll have you know that I re-arranged my schedule for this, Murdock." Face refused to look at him as they drove on.
"Sure you did, muchacho."
They pulled up to the apartment complex a while later, Murdock hoping out over the door, much to Face's chagrin. "Use the door, Murdock! That's what it's there for!"
"Live on the edge, would you? It's more fun that way!" Murdock retorted back at him.
Face stared. "Don't you think we've spent enough time on the edge? I've seen enough of the edge to last a lifetime, maybe two!"
Murdock ignored him and grabbed a bag from behind him, Face grabbing the other one. They headed inside and up the stairs to the second floor, Murdock taking them 2 at a time. Amy's place was at the end of the hall and as they got closer, they could see the door unlatched and cracked open.
They both dropped the bags at the door and withdrew their weapons in one simultaneous move. "Amy?" Face called out as he slowly pushed the door open. It was pitch black dark, the shades drawn tightly closed and no lights on.
It was silent. "Chiquita?" Murdock called out. "It's us." He reached around the corner for the light switch and flipped it on.
Face swore. A lamp was overturned. Papers were strewn all over. A glass lay shattered in the kitchen.
"Amy!" Face followed Murdock, who was already moving past the open kitchen/living area into the back of the apartment where the bathroom and bedroom were, each of them taking a room. The bedroom was a mess with pictures out of their frames, dresser drawers opened, and the contents of her closet strewn about.
The apartment was empty. Amy was gone. Her purse and jacket lay on her bed, untouched and undisturbed. Dinner was forgotten.
Neither said anything for a moment. Finally, Face finally found his voice. "Call the others."