Amy awoke to find herself alone in the bed. She could hear the shower running in the bathroom. She crept out of bed, still naked, to realise the carnage of clothes that laid about the floor and smiled to herself.

As she entered the bathroom, she could see that Face was in the shower, his silhouette was behind the curtain. As she crept in behind him, she saw that he was facing the shower spray with his back to her. Putting her arms around his waist, she started to kiss his back and shoulders.

Face groaned with pleasure at her touch. "Good morning," he said as he turned around, with a smile on his face.

"Good morning," Amy replied kissing him on the lips, relieved with the reaction she got. She had been slightly nervous to how Face might react to her the next day. No words of feelings had been spoken the night before.

"You know, I would love to stay in here with you, but Hannibal's gonna be banging on that door any minute."

"Oh, shame." She kissed him again hoping to change his mind.

"Oh boy, I'd love to stay Amy." Face did show disappointment in his expression and a hint of nervousness. "But I gotta get ready. You stay though."

The shower was hot and powerful and made it difficult for Amy to want to leave it. When she finally got out of the shower, wrapping a large towel around her body and a smaller one around her head to dry her hair, she could hear voices in the main room. One of them was Hannibal's.

"Shit, I've got nothing in here," Amy said to herself, panicking. "I'm going to have to go out there."

She made sure the large towel was secure and walked out of the bathroom.

"Sorry, I forgot some stuff." She said embarrassed and sure she was blushing.

As she went to quickly grab some clean clothes and what she needed to return to the bathroom from her bag, she noticed that Face must have had a prompt tidy up before Hannibal had arrived. Their clothes from the night before had disappeared off of the floor and Face had the spare blanket and pillows that are usually provided in a hotel, neatly folded on the end of the sofa.

Nice thinking, Amy thought to herself. She liked how he'd actually folded it up on the end of the sofa, his military training showing. She wondered where he had put all of the clothes.

"Morning," Hannibal gave her his usual grin.

"Morning Hannibal, I'll just get changed." Amy smiled and walked back into the bathroom. She stayed by the door so she could hear their conversation, as she got dressed.

"Face, Murdock and BA are going to start the campaigning today, with the posters Amy created." Hannibal continued his conversation with Face. "And you need to be at that park with Amy, ready to meet your people."

"Right"

"So, you two okay last night?"

"Er, yeah, why?" Did Face sound worried?

"Just thought you may have driven her up the wall, that's all. You usually do!" Hannibal chuckled.

"What do you mean? It's usually Murdock, isn't it?"

"I'm kidding," Hannibal said. "I think you were right. She shouldn't be on her own if Dawson's past record is anything to go on."

It's Face who should be worried, thought Amy to herself, if Dawson's past record is anything to go by.

"Good to see she made you sleep on the sofa." Amy heard Hannibal open the door. "Remember, everything to plan. Just get that camera set up, Lieutenant."

Once Hannibal had left the room, Amy came out of the bathroom, fully dressed in a pair of denim jeans and a white blouse, which were the first things she grabbed hold of.

"So, did he suspect anything?" She asked worriedly.

"No, kid, I don't think so," and Face kissed her. "But we've got lots to do today and if we don't concentrate on that then he might." It was more a warning to himself than to Amy.

…

It had been a successful day of campaigning. Face and Amy had played the dutiful Mr and Mrs Morgan, with Face doing most of the talking and Amy smiling sweetly at her public. Hannibal had been around most of the day and so Face had seemed his usual self to Amy and nothing more. The odd wink and smile and hint of affection as a husband would do, but he gave away nothing to Hannibal about what had happened the night before.

Now the whole team were back at their hotel in the larger hotel room playing cards as a way to unwind. It was starting to get late in the evening.

"So, what are we doing tomorrow Hannibal?" Amy asked as she quit her hand. She was starting to feel quite exhausted.

"We hit his casino!" Hannibal grinned with a cigar between his teeth.

"Okay, well I'm sure its gonna be another early start, so I'm gonna go to bed." Amy glanced at Face hoping not to look obvious. Paranoia seemed to be sweeping over her.

"Okay, Kid," Hannibal replied still concentrating on his cards. "See you bright and early in the morning."

"Night, Amy." Murdock smiled.

"Night." BA also muttered concentrating on his cards. He didn't play as often as the rest of them and hated losing.

"Face, you've got the other key, right?" Amy asked as she got up from the table and headed for the door.

"Yeah, I shouldn't be too long, but I'll try not to disturb you." He smiled at her.

"Okay, good night guys."

"Night," they all replied as she closed the door behind her.

Twenty minutes later Face put down his cards. "I'm folding and I better get out of here. Early start tomorrow." He got up from the table.

"Okay, see you in the morning." Hannibal replied as he watched Face swiftly leave the room.

"What's up with Face?" BA asked.

"Yeah, unlike him to leave a card table down." Murdock grinned. He'd had a successful evening at cards for a change.

"Yeah, I know," Hannibal showed his concern too. "I'll talk to him in the morning. Maybe he is worried about Dawson."

…

Face opened his hotel door and there was a dim light from the lamp which was on over at the bedside. On the sofa laid Amy, wearing just a white shirt, one of his white shirts.

Amy smiled at him nervously; slightly worried that Face may not want this. Worried that the night before had just been a figment of her imagination.

"I hope you don't mind," she said as she gestured about the shirt.

"Me?" Face smiled, reassuring Amy. "Mind. You gotta be kidding!" Face walked over to her and sat himself close to her on the sofa. He stroked her hair and kissed her gently.

"This is worth leaving a card game hands down." He said as he smoothed his hand up along her leg, up her thigh to her hip he realised she was only wearing his shirt. Amy smiled at Face as he made an approving groan and smiled as he kissed her, before starting to unbutton the shirt. Amy returned the gesture by starting to unbutton his shirt and un-tuck it from his pants.

"Face, last night, we weren't very careful." Amy whispered in between the kisses. She had thought about this during the day realising they hadn't used any precautions the night before. Her period had ended only a couple of days ago so she was sure she'd be fine. It had felt so right last night she hadn't wanted to worry herself too much about it during the day. However, she had thought that if tonight ended up being similar, maybe she'd better mention it.

"Oh, shit, sorry Amy," Face stopped kissing her and looked her in eye, with a worried expression. He grabbed his wallet from his back pocket and took out a condom packet. "Honey, I'm usually very good at being prepared, I just got carried away with you last night." He winked at her.

"Its okay," she stroked his face to reassure him. "Last night felt so natural."

"Yeah, I can't think of anything more natural." Face started kissing her again and showering her with affection, placing the condom within reach.

"We'll just be more careful from now on." Amy returned the kisses and once again they started to undress one another.

Clothes were strewn once again over the floor as the pair made love on the sofa. Passionately kissing, their bodies tightly held against one another they got hot and sticky with their passion.

Amy gently moaned as she climaxed, the sensation spreading through her whole body. Shortly after she felt Face come inside of her and the pair of them laid there together exhausted and silent.

This love making ritual continued for another couple of nights. Neither really commented on their feelings for each other and what they were going to do after this job had been resolved in New Mexico. In the back of Amy's mind was her promotion offer but she couldn't bring herself to even mention it.

On what would be their last night together in New Mexico, Amy laid in Face's arms staring into his blue eyes, trying to make out what needed to be discussed.

"What's going on with you?" Was the best way she thought she could ask him. The last couple of days she'd tried to think of ways to ask him what he wanted, what he felt without freaking him out. She had hoped he'd lead and then she would have been able to follow with her own confessions. But as usual, he really hadn't given much away. Questions burned inside of her, she needed to know, but how?

"What do you mean?" Face answered still not really giving anything away. He just brushed her hair off her face affectionately, stroking her cheek.

"This?"

"What? This?" He kissed her. He wasn't going to give anything away. He was just smiling and he showered her with kisses.

"You know. Us?" Amy really didn't know how to put any of it into words, with fear of Face running a mile. She just wanted him to admit his feelings for her; whatever they maybe, so then she could tell him hers. "What brought this on, Face? And what are the other's going to think?" There was now a worried tone in her voice. They weren't going to be able to hide this from the rest of team for much longer. She feared what Hannibal may have to say about it.

He pulled her naked body even closer to his. Amy could feel the reassuring strength in him. Face put his fingers to her lips and whispered softly, "shhh, lets not spoil it tonight?" He gently moved himself on top of her and kissed her on the lips and then her breasts and then with his lips he caressed her body, moving lower and lower. Amy closed her eyes, how she loved his touch, it was arousing her once again. She could feel her whole body wanting him again. But as her body tingled with excitement her thoughts raced, she wanted to tell him how she felt but she couldn't. Maybe she should have.

…

Early the next day, Hannibal had driven Face, Murdock and BA out to a rendezvous point for once he'd pick up the sheriff. He was confident the Sheriff was going to bite today. Hannibal drove back to the hotel, hiding the van out of site and went up to the room where Amy was waiting patiently. Amy had done as Hannibal had asked and in Mr and Mrs Morgan's room had set up the bed to look like someone was sleeping in it and turned the camera on. They both waited patiently now in the room opposite. They didn't have to wait long. Hannibal could see through the window, the Sheriff and his Deputy pull up outside the hotel.

"Right, kid, when the deputy has done his deed, make sure the coast is clear and then get that camera." He said as he saw the Deputy get out of the car.

Amy nodded. She was starting to feel nervous.

"Get in the van and get out of here and stay low. We'll be in contact but we've gotta hit that truck carrying Dawson's bootleg whiskey." Hannibal checked his watch. He was grinning.

The van had been packed with everyone's belongings; Amy only had to grab the camera and go. Hannibal winked at her reassuringly and then exited the room. The jazz was flowing through his veins he couldn't wait to nail Dawson.

Minutes later, Amy heard a gunshot in the room opposite. Her heart leaped into her mouth as she jumped. She wasn't prepared for the feeling that came with it. That had been meant for Face. She would have expected some sickening feeling if it was meant for any of her friends, but since the intimacy she'd had with Face, her feelings were out of control. That gunshot had unleashed a feeling of pain in her heart she wasn't expecting, the thought of losing him.

Amy watched the Deputy leave the room as soon as he'd fired the shot and then could see his dismay as the Sheriff had deserted him. When it was safe, she ran out of the room and entered the hotel room she'd been staying in with Face. Her body shook with adrenalin and fear that the Deputy may return. She saw the damage the gunshot had done to the sheets they'd been sleeping in. She swallowed hard and grabbed the camera from the closet and ran for the safety of the van.

Once inside the van, she hid the camera as a precaution and then drove off to the meeting point they had agreed. There she waited.

…

Patiently Amy had waited in the van, but when the guys had been missing nearly all day. Amy knew something was wrong; she was sure of it. It wouldn't have taken this long to stop that truck. It was time to investigate their whereabouts. Loathingly she had put back on her disguise as Mrs Morgan with the wig and awful dress and made her way to the Sheriff's office.

But at the Sheriff's office, Deputy Rance was there to greet her with a gun in her face, confirming her fears for the team. Amy was relieved to see Decker walk into the Sheriff's office. Although this was going to take some explaining to convince Decker she was not part of the A Team. Maybe Jakarta was looking even more inviting to Amy, she had thought.

Now, as she travelled in the back of Decker's car to where the team were being held, she needed to sound pretty convincing.

"So Miss Allen, you just happen to be in the same town as the A Team."

"Colonel Decker, I told you, I'm following up a story with a friend of mine, Jim Baker. We're covering the election and Dawson has been killing off his competition for Sheriff." Amy tried to justify her reasoning. "I've got proof he's tried to kill Joe Morgan."

Decker laughed. "And you know who Joe Morgan really is, don't you Miss Allen?"

"What do you mean, who he really is?" Amy tried to sound convincing.

"Templeton Peck, a member of the A Team. And if Peck is here so is Smith and Baracus!" Decker snarled in his usual confident fashion.

"Really?" Amy continued in her innocent fashion.

"Don't give me that crap, Miss Allen. You know damn well its Peck. A good reporter like yourself, I don't believe you don't know what he looks like."

Decker's right there, thought Amy. But he can't prove I'm actually here with the team. Stick to my story, she thought to herself. "Okay, okay, so when I realised the A Team were out here too, I decided to follow it up. You know they make a great story, Decker!" Amy replied confidently. "This will make front page."

"Not this time, Miss Allen."

Amy rolled her eyes in the back seat of the car. She could see why Hannibal liked to goad him so much.

When they pulled up outside the warehouse that the team were apparently being held, it didn't look good. Even Decker said so. But she couldn't hide her smile and the expression of relief off of her face when she saw the team pull up and trap them. Her heart even skipped as she saw Face, unharmed and his usual charming self, smiling smugly at Decker. Momentarily she forgot to raise her hands and follow Hannibal's instructions. She tried to concentrate on Hannibal's quote, which was so poetically given, and Decker's expression, hoping that she would be able to use it for her story.