"Face, I think you should slow down a little and-"

"Hannibal! He was dreaming about that day!" Face interrupted in a screeching voice. Hannibal nodded, closing his eyes and holding up a hand. "Yes, Face. You said that."

B.A. popped his head in, looking irritated. "Who used to live in this house?"

Both men shrugged, Hannibal going to sit on his bed. B.A. went on, "Well, apparently a certain fool was diggin' 'round in the bathroom cabinet and found some...stuff."

Hannibal and Face exchanged a look, Face's eyes wide with concern. Hannibal blew out a gust of air, standing and going to the window. He pulled the blinds up so the morning sunlight came shining in. "What do you mean by stuff?" He risked asking. "I mean, whoever lived here must've been real into makeup." B.A. clarified and Face closed his eyes.

"Where is he?" Hannibal asked, his back to the other two.

B.A. inclined his head to the stairs. "Went downstairs claimin' he was hungry."

Hannibal was out the door in a flash and Face followed slowly, meeting eyes with Bosco for a moment. They heard Hannibal's small gasp and the mutter of, "Hey."

Face put a fist against his eyes and when he stepped in the kitchen, removed it in almost slow motion, his eyebrows shooting up.

James' green eyes peered out at him through heavily coated black eyeshadow. Both were detailed with black eyeliner. His lips had a dark tinge to them and his cheeks looked slightly bruised.

"Why are you...what did you do to your face?" Face gasped. James shrugged. "I always looked like this. So...that's proof I'm not Captain Murdock and you can take me back to the hospital and tell everyone I'm the wrong guy." James told him, hoisting himself onto the counter and kicking the counter with his heels. Hannibal's expression was unreadable, his hand was grasping the edge of the table so hard his knuckles were white.

B.A. swore, shaking his head. "Fool, you ain't eva dressed like that." Face shot him a look and B.A. quickly bit down on his tongue. James turned his glare on B.A., narrowing his eyes. "How would you know?"

"James, I think it's time we had a talk," Hannibal began in a low voice. Face's head whipped around to stare incredulously at Hannibal. His boss ignored him, slowly sinking into the chair nearest him and motioning for the others to do the same. B.A. obliged, sitting next to Hannibal. James hesitated a moment, jumped down and sat across Hannibal. Three pairs of eyes turned up to Face as he stood in shock.

"Hannibal, I don't think we should do this now." He hissed, not moving. "Face. Now may be the best time." Hannibal's voice had a calm stupor that worried Face and B.A. a little. He turned his attention to James.

"James, you can complain and throw as big a fit as you want. But it's not going to change the fact that...you are Captain Murdock." Hannibal started, seeing James' eyes widen with fury. "When we were at the generator, there was an accident and you were sent into the waves of electricity. It shocked your brain so much that it made you lose your memory."

"No!" James shouted. "You're lying!"

But Hannibal shook his head. "I can take you somewhere and get a legit blood test done. And, look here..." Hannibal took out his phone and flipped it open, scrolling through previous videos and landing on that video he was looking for. He held it out to James and pushed play.

It showed B.A. squatting by his van in what appeared to be the old base they were in before they went to prison. He was complaining and the source of his issues was the hyper man next to him. James saw as Murdock jumped around imitating what must have been a baboon and suddenly turned to his left, staring at a spot on the ground.

"Billy! Don't insult Bosco, he's in a bad mood today." You could faintly hear his southern drawl from the speakers on the phone and James stared at the phone with blank eyes. To his right, the dog was panting and watching him carefully.

"Well..." Hannibal muttered, putting his phone away. "Well what?" James grumbled, staring at the table top. Hannibal cleared his throat. "Can you see it now?"

There was an uncomfortable silence and Face seethed silently across the kitchen, his arms crossed and hands clenched in tight fists. "I can't believe you. You have no evidence," James shrugged. "You could be lying real easily. I mean, you're wanted by the government...you must be good at lying." He snorted and B.A.'s eyes narrowed, his shifted towards James to snap back but Hannibal held up a hand. "You've been having weird dreams, haven't you?" Hannibal asked.

James' eyes widened quickly before he tried to mask his reaction. Hannibal caught it though and raised an eyebrow. "Dreams about...escaping hospitals, explosions, court rooms..." Hannibal drifted off, his eyes trained on James forcefully.

Face felt his face turning in a scowl and tightened his arms around himself. James turned form Hannibal's sharp eyes first, looking down at the table and his bottom lip jutted out in a familiar pout the team had come to know. "That was last night's dream, am I right? The court room, and you said something you weren't sure why. If I remember correctly, it was something along the lines of, 'I refuse to be tried separately, sir.' wasn't it?" Hannibal pressed, trying to get an answer. The pout deepened, making James looks remarkably like a child dressed as a goth clown for Halloween that hadn't gotten enough candy.

"He ain't gonna talk, Hannibal." B.A.'s voice was strangely quiet. "I doubt he's gonna."

Face nodded in agreement but Hannibal's eyes never left James. "You named your invisible dog Billy. I bet he-"

"He's not invisible." James cut in, his voice pitched higher than normal. "You can see him...can't you?"

Hannibal finally tore his eyes away from James and met B.A.'s wary glance. "No...we can't."

There was a pause, then-

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!" Hannibal went a few inches above the chair, B.A.'s eyes were saucers and Face had his hand on his chest. "YOU FILTHY LIARS!"

"James, please calm down-"

"How am I supposed to calm down?" He screeched. "I have no idea what's going on, you are complete strangers trying to convince me I'm someone...who I probably am NOT! God, leave me alone!" He spun on his heel and darted out of the kitchen. They heard the front door open and slam shut, sending vibrations into the kitchen with them.

"That's...that's not a good thing." Hannibal muttered, pulling out a cigar and glaring as he lit it. B.A. groaned and lowered his head onto the table, growling into his arms. Face was the only one who didn't move, he kept staring in the direction James tore through and after a few moments he eventually thawed. "I'll be back." He threw out before turning and leaving.

As soon as he was out the front door, he looked for the van and saw it still parked in the driveway. Alright, that's good. He looked around the front yard and headed for the back. There was no one in sight and Face was about to give up when he heard the sound of footsteps coming from the woods.

He pursed his lips and headed in that direction. As he stepped into the woods, the footsteps got closer, as if coming towards him. He turned in a slow circle and the steps were quicker. After another turn, they stopped and Face came face-to-face with the dark-eyed pilot wielding a giant stick. Face let out a shout of surprise and jumped back. "What are you doing!"

James looked a little shocked as he dropped the stick. "Thought you were the other guy."

"Hannibal?" Face asked and James nodded. "I don't really like him." He stated. Face relaxed a little. "What's wrong with Hannibal?" He asked curiously and wary at the same time.

James kicked the sticks and leaves, crossing his arms. "He's...he's demanding. That's a good quality in an army leader I guess. But it's not my fault he's all sour about his friend working against him in Germany, that's their problem." He spat, scowling at the ground.

Face's mouth hung open a tiny bit. "How did you know that?"

James' eyes flashed to his face and back, looking suddenly worried. "I, uh, dunno."

"Yeah, you do."

"What were we talking about?"

Face groaned loudly, turning and kicking the nearest tree in frustration. "Oh my God! What is wrong with you?" The words exploded form him and James opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Face palmed his face. "I'm sorry, that...I mean, just never mind."

"You know how they say we have about...fifteen dreams a night?" James asked slowly and Face nodded. "I had a few last night."

"And?"

James shrugged. "You keep showing up in 'em. I'm trying to figure out if that means anything." He hugged his torso, shivering a litle. Face lifted his arm and let it drop. "You're cold." He simply stated.

The other man didn't respond, only hugging himself tighter. "Who am I?"

"You'll only get mad."

"There's something about you," James faced Face and met his eyes. "I feel like...I trust you more than the others. It's strange."

"I was Murdock's best friend. He told me everything...and vise-versa." Face's voice had lowered as if someone was listening in around the next tree. "You were there, weren't you? You saw it happen." James inquired, leaning in.

Face only nodded once. "And nothing I do is going to change you mind. No matter how well I disguise myself, you'll still assume I'm Captain Murdock." It wasn't a question, James was right and he knew it. Following his words, he reached up and rubbed both eyes so the backs of his hands were stained with black eyeshadow.

"We're not assuming anything," Face chided. "You have to face it."

"Face nothing. Even if I am this guy, I can't change back. There's no way." James snapped, breaking the stare down and starting to turned away.

"Where are you going?" Face asked, his eyes stinging.

James looked over his shoulder. "Take a nap. I didn't get much sleep."

Face tried to go after him but his legs felt frozen. James started trooping back to the cabin. "James, wait!"

"See ya, Facey." James' voice carried back and Face gasped a little.

A/N: Was this a good chapter? Was the makeup too weird? I was just thinking he'd be trying to do anything to get the guys to stop thinking he really was Murdock. Review please!