Authors' Notes: We'd like to begin this chapter with a small moment to remember Stephen J Cannell. He will be very missed, he was quite the extraordinary man. He not only helped to create the A-Team, but countless of other shows as well. He was also a very accomplish author and made several appearences on various other shows, including the most recent ABC's "Castle" where he was himself as one of the title character's poker buddies.
Now for some replies to some anon reviewers.
Garine: Yeah he did, that's all Drowsy lol she loves throwing in random things from the show such as Murdock answering the phone in a weird way. And we do love the Crazy Pilot, we love him very much. Hahaha, there's also going to be a reference to another fic of ours in this one as well. I'll give you a clue, its a recent side fic.
Sarah W: Well we've got a few exciting moments, but perhaps what we deem exciting isn't the same for everyone. But we're all entitled to our opinions.
Annette: We love them too, and the rest of the guys of course! And not saying, that would be giving spoilers we don't do that ;) And yeah, I'm with you there it's a very NICE mental picture... thank Drowsy for it lol. Glad you enjoyed our previous story.
Now then, on with the show. This one is for you, Mr. Cannell. Thank you for making such a wonderful creation for us.
Face followed a few minutes later. Taking in their surroundings, he picked up some menus, and went to find a table, "We can probably sit together in here. Just speak a little softer than normal, and talk about...anything aside from us." he suggested as he looked at the dinner specials.
She nodded slowly as she sat down and ordered some coffee when the waitress came by. She looked over the menu, keeping quiet for the most part as she watched the few people inside with them. There was another couple about their age maybe a year or two younger, a group of teenagers that had no business being out this late and a business man that looked worn and tired, "So how is everyone? Seeing as it's been a month since I talked to them." She kept her voice down and casual.
"The family is good." Face smiled, recalling their old standbys, "Our oldest is too busy being cool to ever really tell his dad what he's doing. I already mentioned that another is helping out at the community center." He leaned on an elbow and drank his own coffee when it arrived, ordering a ham and cheese sandwich, "And I think you got him addicted to Ke$ha. He's been singing her songs for the past two weeks."
She got a hamburger, she was feeling hungry, "Of course, you know how our oldest boy is. Too grown up to share his life with Mom and Dad." She fell right into the act, it was simple easy… almost natural, "Ke$ha? Really? I had nothing to do with that personally." She explained with an amused look, "But at least he's stopped with El Diablo, right?" She took a long drink of her coffee, it wasn't bad but it wasn't the best coffee either.
"He did give me the ducky for his mommy." Face teased, watching the waitress as she brought their food, "And ever since he started watching her music videos, he wants to go out clubbing. I told him he was too young."
"Maybe if he's a good boy and gets good grades we can take him." She suggested, after all Murdock in a club would be priceless and it would probably prove an interesting outing for the two of them as her thoughts strayed for a moment to the past and a cruise ship incident, " Well I am his favorite, I don't get after him as much." Charissa stated with a smirk before biting into her hamburger.
Face fought a scowl, sticking out his tongue instead, as he began to eat his sandwich, "He's just a momma's boy, a big suck-up." He glanced around the restaurant from time to time, disguising his glances as reading posters on the walls or checking the lighting.
She tried to mimic what he was doing, glancing around randomly studying the establishment as she did so to make it less obvious, "Hey, at least someone sucks up to me." She shot back at him, her eyes darkening just a little because what she had said could be taken many different ways. She wasn't about to pass up the chance to toy with the man just a little. Hearing bell jingle announcing someone had entered the place, Charissa glanced up as she took a drink and rose a brow, "So have you bought any new suits lately?" Two men had wandered in wearing suits and looking like secret service agents.
"Three, actually. Two in black and one in navy." he said with a slow tilt of his head in the direction of a third who had come in seemingly out of nowhere, "I try to keep them clean and dry, though, because you know it costs an awful lot to take care of them."
She nodded, "Yes and I know how fussy you can be about looking good." She shifted and pulled some money out of her pocket, "Well I'm full." Charissa grabbed the check the waitress had left and looked it over before standing and moving towards the register to pay.
"How was everything sugar?" The woman at the counter asked her with a southern twang.
"It was good, thank you." She smiled warmly and handed the woman the money for their bill as she stole a glance towards the three men who had settled at a table not too far away.
While Charissa paid, Face left and walked to the other end of the block. Once she'd exited the restaurant and spotted him, he turned the corner and waited for her to pull into the shadowed area with her car.
She drove in the direction he had gone and pulled into an area covered by trees where the street light was out, "That was close. I didn't notice them following me though." She had put the window down and was glancing at her windows every five seconds to make sure no lights were coming up the street.
He came around to her side. "Shift over. I am driving." He gave her a look, knocking on the roof of the car, "They obviously know where we were, it won't take them long to figure out where we are - and where we're going."
It was then she saw the headlights and begrudgingly slid over into the passenger side, "You hurt my car…" She warned while she buckled herself in, the car lights getting closer behind them, "They're not very good at being conspicuous. Walking in like that and looking like bodyguards for the President."
"I promise no harm will come to your car." he slid in effortlessly, taking the wheel and closing the door at the same time he pressed his foot on the gas, "Woah!" He was slightly taken aback by the instant movement, "Dammit, you've got the better power." he said, before taking off down the darkened street.
She grinned, "Told you." She had already pressed back into her seat in preparation for him not knowing how much power her little mini Cooper had, "Sometimes size isn't everything." Charissa teased him lightly as she watched a second pair of lights join the other, "Great. We've got two on our ass now."
"If size isn't everything, then I guess you don't really need me after all." Face remarked, checking his side before shifting lanes and taking off in a different direction. He kept both hands on the wheel, "My cell's in my pocket. Murdock is speed-dial four. Call him up, see if he's landed."
"It's all about balance hun." She gave his upper thigh a squeeze before sliding her hand up to his pocket and grabbing his phone. She hit four and put it to her ear waiting, "Wow, you weren't kidding about the Ke$ha thing. He has her for his ring back tone."
Face chuckled a little, taking another corner and heading towards the airport - in a round-about way.
"Thank you for ringing Buckingham Palace. If you would like to compliment Her Royal Majesty, ring one. If you are looking for information on palace tours, ring two. For all other queries, please stay on the line."
"Murdock, it's Charissa… please tell me you've landed because we've got the CIA hot on our ass right about now." She blinked as one of the cars started coming up on her side, "Um, Face…" She pulled away from the phone for a second, making a small squeak as the other car got a little too close, "Sorry, they're trying to get friendly." She explained to the Pilot.
"I see. Well I'm just about to start my landing...look up, you should be able to see me." The pilot's voice was strong over the connection, "Be at the airport in ten minutes and we'll be ready to take off."
She shifted so she could look up out the front windshield, "… you're flying a seven-forty-fucking-seven?" She was amused and alarmed, she definitely wanted to hear how he got a hold of that bird, "Face!" The car near them scraped at their side again.
"I'm driving." Face grunted, speeding off towards the low-flying planes heading for the airport, "Gimme some space!"
"You got it." Charissa proceeded to undo her seat belt, roll down her window and draw her gun as she shifted in her seat so she could aim out the window. She took aim at their tires and fired, instantly the sound and smell of squealing rubber filled the air. The black sedan swerved and barely missed them as it came to a forced halt.
Little bit of a car chase scene there... and did any of you pick up the nod to one of our previous fics?
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