Authors' Notes: It's that time, update! Some of Murdock's awesome pancakes and some amusing moments. Enjoy!
Charissa was impressed as well as she walked into the penthouse which the elevator opened right into, "I'll get on his laptop later and take care of it for you." She promised the Pilot.
Murdock grinned, "I gotta show you something on it, anyway..."
Face didn't notice; he was busy going into his kitchen and pressing the button on his automatic coffee maker. "Everything brand new, brushed aluminum finish."
"Really. I am intrigued Captain." She mused and followed Face into the kitchen, "Wow Hun, you really conned good this time."
B.A. settled onto the sofa and kicked his feet up on the coffee table, "So Hannibal, you got us a master plan yet? Cuz ten bucks says our new problem probably followed her here."
"Oh no...!" Face moaned, having peeled off the clothing from last night in favor of a dark blue silk bathrobe and emerging from the bathroom with some towels, "And I just got this place too, dammit!"
Charissa watched him walk around in the robe, it struck her both as funny and sexy. Once the coffee maker dinged, she located the mugs and poured herself a cup, "Anyone else?" She looked at the others.
"Nah. Tryin to stay away from caffeine. Plus the kids got me hooked on milk." B.A. smiled and then eyed Face, "You better have somethin on underneath that robe, Fool."
"Why, are you dying to check? Because I figured you for a tit-man." Face said dryly, adding a bit of creamer to his coffee.
Murdock waved to Charissa from the other room, opening up the browser for the laptop, "See?" he murmured, "All these porn start-ups..."
B.A. made a face and shook his head quickly, "You're sick. An' actually I'm more of an ass man." He adverted his eyes, saw a random magazine on the table near his feet and grabbed it.
Charissa was looking over Murdock's shoulder and shaking her head, "I think someone has an addiction." She whispered back with a frown, "We should make them all lead to a Barney website or something." Her frown became a smirk instantly.
"That's what I'm afraid of." Face drank his mug of coffee.
"Yes. Yes please. Except I don't know how to do that." Murdock was fiddling with the browser, but it kept opening up on the porn.
B.A. shot him a death glare, "Watch it Faceman or you'll be talkin outta yours." He warned.
Charissa shot Face a look of her own for different reasons before turning her attention back to Murdock, "Here, I can do it." She wasn't overly computer savvy, but she knew enough to get around.
Murdock rolled back in the chair with a grin, "Oh he's going to be so freaked out..."
Hannibal had been watching the entire thing, rather amused, before turning back to look out the window, "No unmarked vans...no black cars...no suits. I don't think we were followed."
"Good. It's about his turn I would think." She grinned and proceeded to fix Face's little red wagon then created a sign on for Murdock, "I'll let you password it." She smiled and let him take over again, a satisfied smirk across her lips.
Murdock grinned and cracked his fingers before typing in a password he knew only he would remember. Face would never figure this one out. "All right! All set."
Charissa smiled, "We make a good team my friend." She gave him a small pat on the back and finished her coffee going back for a second cup before looking for some actual food, "Hey Murdock how about some of your world famous pancakes?"
"So we just chill here then." B.A. was happy to do that, especially in a nice place like this.
"Hopefully not for too much longer." Face complained, as Murdock emerged from the bedroom and went straight for the pantry to get ingredients. "I don't think this place is built for someone like you."
"Sure it is." B.A. grinned at him, "You ain't the only one who enjoys the high life Faceman." He scooted down into the plush sofa some more with a satisfied sigh.
Charissa chuckled knowing B.A. was teasing Face in his own way, "He does know how to live doesn't he B.A."
Face just sighed, "Listen, I'm going to have a shower. Try not to break anything while I'm gone?" he gave Murdock a pointed look.
The pilot stuck his tongue out at him,"I'll have you know that ever since I moved in, I have not broken, smashed, burned, or lost anything!"
B.A. shook his head, "We ain't no kids fool!" He called after the Lieutenant.
Charissa settled at the breakfast bar and watched Murdock work in the kitchen, "Hopefully he'll take a cold shower, he needs to chill out." She muttered, but knew that it would just build until they finally had it out.
Murdock shrugged and began mixing batter to make pancakes. "I'd say he's pretty chilly already." a little grin, glancing at B.A. before looking around for fresh fruit. "Blueberries, raspberries, bananas, nuts...who wants what in their pancakes?"
Charissa arched a brow but said nothing; maybe chill was the better way to put it. She grinned, "Chocolate chips for me."
"Nothin' fancy on mine fool." B.A. glanced up from the magazine he really wasn't reading. It was just something to look at and distract him from anything he didn't really want to see or hear. His eyes shifted to a nearby clock checking the time, he had to be at the centre by noon which was much to his chagrin a while yet.
Hannibal shrugged and turned the page in the morning paper which Face had had delivered. "Blueberries would be nice."
"You're so picky, Bosco." Murdock teased, as he separated the mixtures into different bowls and added various things. "I want chocolate chips too..." he added a little bit more from the bag. "I hope Faceman doesn't mind."
"I ain't picky. I just like pancakes to taste like pancakes." The Sergeant shook his head and sat the magazine aside and stood moving into the kitchen and to the fridge grabbing the cartoon of milk and then proceeding to locate a glass.
"That's being picky." Murdock grinned a little, pouring batter onto frying pans and juggling three of them as he went.
Face emerged from the bathroom by the time the pilot had finished cooking, and paused for a good look at breakfast before grabbing some silverware from a hidden drawer and passing them out. "That smells too good to be true!"
"How's that bein… never mind." B.A. shook his head and settled next to Charissa at the bar and took a long drink of milk, "Good stuff here." He glanced at her, "You should drink more of this stuff." He instructed.
She had missed this, the banter the general amusement of the four of them. It was like being a part of a real family, "I do drink the stuff. In my coffee in the form of cream." With that she poured herself another mug of the dark warm liquid and happily took a sip.
"I don't think that counts," Hannibal added, amused as he took his own coffee and picked up a plate for Murdock to expertly flip some pancakes onto. "Perfect as always."
"Master Chef Murdock." the pilot bowed. "Eat and enjoy!"
"It does in my rule book." She stated with a smirk before grabbing her own plate and sitting back taking a bite, "Mmm, so good." Charissa gave Murdock a thankful smile.
B.A. ate his own in silence, it was good… it always was. It made him sniff each bite curiously before he popped it into his mouth just to be safe.
"You'd think we drugged all his food, the way he acts." Murdock complained, leaning on an elbow. "And I work so hard at putting drugs into his meals so he can never smell, taste or see them..."
Face snorted and laughed so hard he almost choked. He quickly grabbed his glass to wash it down.
Charissa laughed as well shaking her head, "Poor Bosco." She patted the big guy on the back in a comforting manner.
"Damn right poor me, these suckas are lucky I don't send them my therapy bills." Still he paused before each bite just to make sure before inhaling it happily, "One of these days I'm gonna get even an' when I do it'll be a beautiful thing." He said with a lofty smile and a glint of mischief in his eyes before suspiciously eying Murdock again and taking another bite.
Murdock gulped slightly, but hid it with a cheerful smile as he ate his own breakfast. "Oh, maybe."
Gotta love these little interactions. Be on the look out for another chapter coming soon!