Note: The subject matter is a bit intense ahead in this chapter, but nothing too graphic or detailed which is why I didn't change the rating of the story.

Hannibal knew something was off when he stepped out of the van, but he couldn't place it. But as they started walking through the parking lot and toward the condo it hit him.

"The 'Vette…," Hannibal stood staring at the spot where it had been parked earlier. "It's gone."

They raced inside and checked every room before Murdock drew their attention to the bathroom. "Do you normally keep this window open, colonel?"

Hannibal shook his head. "No."

"You think someone got in that way?" B.A. inspected the window sill. "Don't see no signs of forced entry, man."

"Or maybe someone went out…" Murdock's voiced trailed off.

"Amy," the all concluded together moments later.

"Then where's Face?"

"We about to find out, fool…c'mon."

B.A. led them back to the van, but waited until they were inside to explain. "Mama used to say, 'fool me once, shame on you…fool me twice, then shame on me'. B.A. Baracus don't get fooled twice, so I put a tracking device on the 'Vette last night."

"Nice, B.A." Hannibal praised.

"I could kiss you right now, big guy," Murdock exclaimed leaning forward in his seat.

B.A. held up his jeweled fist. "I could kill you right now, crazy man."

Hannibal pulled a cigar out of his pocket. "Let's hit it."

The room was cold and damp, and the floor was anything but comfortable. Face let out an involuntary shudder and wrapped his arms around his bare torso.

"Face…you okay?" Amy asked, scooting herself a little closer to sit by his side. "You're bleeding."

"Didn't we have this conversation yesterday?"

"I'm so sorry."

Face closed his eyes and leaned his head back. "Yup…heard that before too." After a long, awkward pause he asked, "why?"

"I don't know. I was in the bathroom…and then I saw the window…and I…"

Face cut her off. "No, why did you leave two years ago?" Face opened his eyes and tilted his head in her direction. "You just left without saying a word…and then a week later you call Hannibal to tell him you're in Europe."

"Face…I'm…"

Face cut her off once more. "Don't tell me you're sorry again. Do you have any idea," his voice cracked, "any idea what you did to me?"

"C'mon, Face. Do you really expect me to believe that our little one night stand meant anything to you?"

It was like he had been slapped in the face. "It obviously meant nothing to you."

"We had sex…I hardly expected a guy like you to think that it was anything more."

"A guy like me," Face repeated bitterly. The bitterness melted into sadness. "Funny…I thought we made love."

Amy's eyes opened wide; it wasn't what he said, it was how he said it. The emotion behind the words made her believe he really meant it.

Face probably would never have admitted his feelings had he not felt so physically drained. But it was as if he had no control over his mouth and the words kept pouring out.

"I hadn't felt something like that since Leslie...and then I was just a kid. With you it was…it was even deeper. And then that night on the beach, it was like a dream. I never thought you were interested…most of the time I didn't even think you liked me. But then there you were…and I thought it meant…well I thought it meant that you felt the same way about me. I thought what we did was special."

The only time Amy had see Face bare his soul like this was on the plane ride to Ecuador a few years back when the team went in search of his first love Leslie. He had that same longing look in his eye; the same wistful tone in his voice. And here he was telling her that he felt that way about her.

Amy lightly touched Face on the arm. "It was special."

"So special that you left the next day and didn't look back?"

"That was why I left…I did care about you and I didn't want to get hurt."

"Oh…and of course somebody like me would hurt you."

"No...I didn't mean it like that."

"You don't have to explain...I know my reputation. I guess I was hoping that you saw past it to the truth." Face turned his head away again and shut his eyes. "You'd think I'd be used to it by now."

"Used to what?"

"People I love leaving me."

Tears sprang to Amy's eyes. But before she could respond the door opened and in walked their captors.

"How far away are we, B.A.," Hannibal asked as they sped along the highway and toward the red dot on B.A.'s tracker.

"We at least two hours out, colonel."

Murdock was fidgeting nervously in the backseat. "We were gone a long time...we don't even know what time they took off."

"If you don't sit still, sucker, I'm gonna make it so you can never sit again."

"I'm just worried."

B.A. softened his tone. "We all worried, man. At least they ain't movin' no more."

"And it looks like we aren't either," Hannibal groaned looking ahead at the sea of cars that loomed ahead in the near distance.

B.A. looked around for a place to get off, but there was no exit in site. Making matters worse was the police vehicle a couple of cars back. They had no choice but to slow down, blend in and eventually come to a dead stop among the traffic.

"Damn," Hannibal cursed. That one word said it all.

Face lay spread out on the table; his limbs restrained so tightly that it prevented any movement.

Amy was still on the floor, but her right wrist had been handcuffed to a metal ring that was attached to the wall. "What are you going to do to him?" she asked in a shaky voice.

"Mr. Morandi told me that you were not to be touched...he wants you all for himself. He didn't say anything about pretty boy here, however, and he is much more my type."

"Please...don't hurt him."

"I'd be a bit more worried about yourself, Ms. Allen...it's Amy isn't it?" Seeing her eyes open wide in surprise Rico smiled. "Yes...we now know who you really are. Mr. Morandi doesn't take to well to those who deceive him. Now sit back, relax and enjoy the show...your turn will come soon enough."

Face was breathing hard even before the thug touched him in anticipation of what was to come. As a cold hand made contact with his chest he could feel the anger rising up in him. "I will kill you for this," he threatened.

"Talk like that only turns me on. Now, what should I call you? I don't even know your name."

"Go to hell."

"No...I doubt that's it. It's of no matter to me…but soon you will be screaming out for Rico."

Face stared at the ceiling trying to transport his mind away from what was happening to his body. Silent tears leaked from his eyes as he was groped and fondled. As the minutes ticked by, the treatment became rougher and Face gritted his teeth against the torture.

Amy, on the other hand, was openly sobbing. She looked away but could hear Face's tiny grunts and gasps of pain…both physical and mental…though she could tell he was trying to hold it in. At one point Face let out a strangled cry and Amy instinctively glanced up and saw Face's back arched off of the table, his muscles quivering in agony against his bonds. Rico was holding the flame of a lighter to his foot. She quickly turned away again, but that picture stayed engrained in her mind.

There was a loud knock and then the door opened and Face got a reprieve as his aggressor, looking none too happy, abruptly stopped and looked up.

"Mr. Morandi just arrived at the airport," the muscular guard stated.

"Right," Rico sighed in frustration. "I'm on my way. Cuff pretty boy next to the girl." He started out the door, but paused and looked back at the table. "I'll be back to finish what we started later."

TBC…