Disclaimer- I own nothing involving the A-team. I just like writing stories about them.

Title- Recesses of the Mind

Summery- Pike is mad that the A-team is always stealing his jobs. So he decides to get back at them and hurting Murdock is his way of doing it. Rape/Torture

In this chapter things get better for Murdock.

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Face's POV

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Face woke up the next morning with a major hangover from the night before. He also noticed that he was the second one up. Hannibal had already gotten up and left the tent. BA and Murdock were still asleep. Face was sure Murdock would be up soon, and back to his crazy antics. BA however, was the one he was worried about. He never drank that much and last night the whole team and Morrison had encouraged him to drink way more than he was used to. He was going to have one major hangover and might stay in bed all day. It always amused Face that BA was discharged for what he always said was 'foolish shit', but the rest had far worse habits than him. BA hardly ever drank or scammed anything. He almost reminded Face of a big teddy bear that was mean when confronted. However, he did have his moments, or rather outbursts that worried Face some. Hopefully Murdock wasn't too bad today or BA might actually snap.

Face was out sitting in his chair on the outside of his tent. It was almost noon when BA finally got out of bed and walked out of the tent getting a bottle of water to drink. He opened the bottle and drank it down. Face snickered at BA as he was drinking his second can of beer that day. BA was definitely hung over. He could tell by the way his friend was using the tent for support and holding his head. When BA noticed Face staring he growled "What are you lookin at fool! You know I don't drink none of that stuff, but you all still got me drunk didn't ya! I should be blamin you for this!" He was pointing at Face who just smiled and laughed at his predicament.

However Face was realizing he had forgotten something, or rather someone. He began wondering were Murdock was. He had never left the tent this morning. He wasn't that drunk last night. He should have been wide awake and bouncing off the walls by now. BA must have noticed his change of mood because he commented "Hey, you listenin to me fool!"

Deciding now was a good time to ask he replied "Hey BA where's Murdock?"

"Inside sleepin still. I don't know what time he went to bed last night, but he doesn't look he's waking up anytime soon." BA grumbled, but seemed to be curious about their friend too, even if he would never admit it.

"Well I'll just have to go wake him up then won't I." said Face who smiled wickedly and entered the tent. He had always loved to wake people up when they had bad hangovers. He opened the tent flap to let the sunlight into the tent and looked over at the sleeping form on the bed, covered almost entirely by a blanket with just a little of his head sticking out.

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Murdock's POV

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Murdock was sleeping when he was awoken by Face shaking him. The shaking sent jolts of pain through his body. He fought his hardest not to scream and was glad when he didn't. He moaned loudly and Face finally stopped shaking him.

"Come on buddy, it's almost noon. Time to get up." Face called to him and ripped the blanket down exposing his face to the bright sunlight and burning his eyes. He just grumbled and pulled the blanked over him again rolling over away from Face. He heard Face sigh and his footsteps grew quieter. Then they faded away and so did the sunlight, so Murdock assumed he had left the tent.

He was feeling the aftereffects of the night before. He felt even worse than he had the night before. His entire body was sore, and he knew that it would be awhile before he was going to able to get up. Rolling over was hard enough, but standing at this point would be impossible. His chest and stomach had not been taken care of yet, and he was pretty sure that he was getting an infection. He needed to treat his injuries soon. However, he felt so weak and sore he knew he wouldn't be able too. He then began wondering just how much blood he had lost the day before, and if he needed a blood transfusion or not. He didn't think he had lost quite that much but it was possible. Also, he felt so cold even though he was sure that it was extremely hot outside, meaning that he probably did have an infection, and that he was getting the start of a fever.

He needed help, and soon, but that would mean having to ask for it, and didn't know how. It also meant that his friends would find out. He began wondering what would happen if everyone did find out. Would they discharge him, or send him back to the asylum away from his friends. Honestly even after this he didn't want to leave. He loved spending time with his friends and working with them. They made him feel safe and were the best kind of therapy for him. He knew he would have more nightmares and would probably have issues for a while, but nothing that he didn't deal with and overcome before, and he was confident he could do it again. He didn't want to be sent away, but what choice did he have. He needed to go to the medical attention, and soon.

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Hannibal's POV

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Hannibal was walking around the camp talking to his fellow officers and visiting a few friends of his here, including Morrison. Morrison consulted with Hannibal when he needed help with difficult decisions, like which teams to sent out for certain missions. Also, he was hoping to find another mission suiting him and his team. However, his search had turned up unsuccessful, so it appeared that they would be at the base for a while longer.

As Hannibal turned a corner he saw Pike out of the corner of his eye. He scowled at the smug expression Pike had on his face. He must of caused pain and suffering somewhere or to someone to be in this good a mood, considering yesterday he looked pissed at the world, but Hannibal knew that was directed at him because he stole the mission from him. Pike then walked up and confronted him. "Well, how was your mission the other day. Shame it took you so long. Me and my guys could of wrapped that up in half the time it took you." Pike said smugly with his posy behind him.

Hannibal felt his eye twitch. Pike thought he was so much better than him. An assassin in a polo shirt was nothing compared to him and his team. They worked honorably. They didn't hide behind shadows with high powered guns meant for long range shooting, not caring who was around when the bullets started to fly. Pike always threw in how he made so much more than him, but he didn't care because at least his conscience was clear. Then again Pike seemed like the type without a conscience anyway. "Really well me and my team worry more about quality than quantity. It might not take you as long, but you would have done a shitty job." He smirked at Pike's pissed off reaction.

Pike's posy disappeared leaving just the two of them. Pike smirked again saying "Oh, really. Well I doubt your team will last much longer anyway Smith. By the way I had a very pleasant talk with your captain last night." This caught Hannibal's attention immediately. "Why don't you ask him about it sometime." The wicked grin was plastered back across Pike's face.

"If you hurt him Pike, I swear to god you will pay dearly for it." Hannibal growled out ready beat Pike into a bloody pulp that no amount of plastic surgery could fix.

Pike chuckled and said "No, why would I do that, and if I did wouldn't I do it somewhere where you would never notice?" The grin was there full force and not fading but growing. With that Pike strode off leaving Hannibal in deep thought as he walked back to the tent.

He was worried now. He had woke up first this morning and noticed that Murdock didn't look very good. He was very pale and had his blanket wrapped around him tightly. He also appeared to be having a nightmare. However Hannibal hadn't bothered him knowing that the Captain didn't like to fussed over. So he had left the tent and noticed the fire was still going. It appeared to be burning something still but Hannibal wasn't sure what. The fire was weak and had almost consumed whatever had been tossed into it. However it was still lit which concerned Hannibal greatly. Murdock had said he would put out the fire before he went to bed. Now he could have forgotten, but it wasn't like him to do so.

Arriving at the tent he said hello to BA and Face and entered quickly. He walked up to Murdock's bed and lightly shook him whispering gently "Captain, its late in the day. You should get up." His reply was a weak groan and the captain's attempt at pulling the blanket closer. It was hard to read what was going on with him since his back was turned. Hannibal gently rolled him over onto his back and watched his expression contort with pain. Thinking about Pike's word he thought of what he might of meant by a place you would never look.

Well he realized Murdock never took his shirt off and so that was a good place to start. He rolled the blanked back off of him and then pulled up his shirt. He gasped as he noticed the deep cuts and bruises. Murdock reached a hand up to push Hannibal away but Hannibal caught his arm and then looked at his wrist which was also cut and bruised. He looked into the captain's eyes and cringed at the amount of pain and fear in them. He leaned down and whispered "Shhh. It's okay. I'm only trying to help." Murdock whimpered helplessly. He set his arm down and took his hand instead rubbing his thumb over it softly. He felt Murdock surrender and relax slightly. Then he began looking over him again. He checked the deep cuts and saw that they were beginning to turn red and get infected. He also noticed that they seemed to extended further than he had expected and gently pulled down Murdock pajama bottoms a little bit, earning a whimper from Murdock, and looked horrified as he realized that they continued down further. He hoped against all hope that he wasn't right about what he thought happened. If Pike violated his friend Hannibal would torture him death, slowly. He pulled Murdock's pants back up about an inch, and whispered gently into his ear while rubbing his arm softly "Just relax captain. We're going to take you to the hospital to get help okay." Murdock nodded and closed his eyes. His breathing was heavy and looked worse than this morning. Hannibal imagined he that checking his cuts was painful to.

He rushed out of the tent to get Face and BA to help him. BA was the strongest and would have to carry Murdock to the medical tent that wasn't far way thankfully. They turned and were silent upon seeing how upset their CEO was. They both stood up quickly and walked over to him. "I need your help. We need to take Murdock to the med. tent now. BA can you carry him?" They both went into instant panic mode.

"Why what's wrong!" Face yelled taking on a panicked expression.

"Ya Hannibal, are you holding out information on us that we need to know." Said BA looking at Hannibal suspiciously.

"I'll explain later, right now we need to help Murdock." Hannibal said leaving no room for questions.

Once inside the tent it was obvious that Murdock was in pain. He had his eyes clenched shut and his breathing was still heavy. Hannibal turned to look at Face and BA and noted their bewildered expressions. Quickly recovering though they walked up Murdock's bedside. BA reached down and put one arm under his legs and the other under his back. Face had helped lift Murdock up a little so BA could pick him up. "Gently BA." Hannibal said as he watched Murdock's eyes open and heard whimpering again. BA nodded and they quickly made their way to the med. tent. Murdock shut his eyes half way there and Hannibal knew he wouldn't be opening them anytime soon. He was sure he had passed out from stress and pain.

Upon entering the tent Face had walked up a nurse to check in Murdock and she called for a stretcher. When one came BA gently placed Murdock's limp form on it, and he was taken away for treatment. Face, BA, and Hannibal all sat down awaiting news on his condition.