Authors' Notes: We've made some really good headway on the next installment and Drowsy will be posting a side fic here soon featuring B.A. and Murdock having a fun filled day (slash free) so be on the look out for that. Now for a quick reply to one of our faithful Anon readers.

Garine: Seriously! And it only gets worse before it gets better I'm afraid. And thank you for being such a faithful reader/reviewer btw. You rock!

Now on with the show!

Hannibal continued to read the paper, pausing when he opened the page to an odd advertisement. "Face, what do you make of this?"

Charissa amused and ate, staying out of B.A. and Murdock's little ongoing thing. She did sympathize with the Sergeant however, someone had to and since Hannibal and Face found it all highly amusing the job was left to her… though she found it highly amusing as well, especially since now she knew the reasons why.

B.A. grew silent as he finished his breakfast off, but Hannibal's question to Face grabbed his attention and made him glance in his C.O.'s direction curiously.

"It's an ad for an event at the recreation center." Face shrugged. Then he paused. "Uh, B.A.? When were you gonna tell us about this special BBQ?"

B.A. blinked, grabbed the newspaper and eyed the ad, "I wasn't cuz I didn't know nothin' bout it…" This was odd, he hadn't heard mention of it at all in fact, "Last minute thing maybe I dunno…" He was perplexed to say the least.

Charissa's brow furrowed at the ad as well, "But wouldn't they give you at least a day's notice? You didn't notice any planning for it at all?"

"Nope. Not a whisper."

"And it says this evening." Hannibal shook his head. "And it's not like a big fancy ad. This is a standard printing - cheap and effective. I smell a trap."

"Lynch." Charissa suggested.

B.A. frowned hard, "You weren't kiddin' bout this guy Hannibal, he's got no bounds it seems." He said with a shake of his head, using a gathering that concerned kids to trap them… what sort of man was this guy.

"Someone must've tipped him off that you work there," Hannibal suggested. "But he doesn't know when or where you'll show up. And he knows that if he draws our attention, we'll have to show up."

Charissa frowned, this was her fault. She never should've come… if she had just stayed in D.C. then Lynch probably never would've started this.

B.A. nodded slowly, "So we go and we give this fool the what for." He wasn't happy and it was obvious.

"Not so fast." Hannibal said, spreading the paper out in front of him. "This is a large advertisement for a popular community center. People are going to be showing up, and there'll be tons of confusion. We'll need to be extra cautious."

"We draw him out then?" Charissa suggested, "Use his game against him." It was an idea, but how was the problem, "And put him on our playing field?"

B.A. eyed her, "But how is the issue Girl and do it inna way that doesn't get innocent people caught in the middle."

"I don't want any of those kidlets to get hurt." Murdock was pulling a face as he ate his own pancake, sitting now on the kitchen counter. "But we gotta get this guy now."

"It's his game and his rules." Hannibal leaned agianst the table. "But that doesn't mean we can't win."

B.A. looked at Murdock with a small frown, "An' you think I do Crazy Man? That's gotta be our top priority, the safety of those kids and anyone else that's innocent." He said with a nod.

Charissa was watching Hannibal closely, she was learning to read the signs of something forming inside his mind as far as a plan went, "So we need a plan," Her attention remained focused solely on the Colonel, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Mainly using her to draw Lynch into a trap of their own.

"I dunno, Brain," Murdock tilted his head, butting in on their conversation, "what DOES the price of beans in Senegal have to do with clocks in Argentina?"

Face rolled his eyes.

B.A. rolled his eyes as well, "What does any of that have to do with any of this Crazy Man?" The joke was lost on him, he didn't watch much television, "Oh no. She's on the jazz too." He looked from Hannibal to Sosa and back again, "They both are. This is some scary shit right here."

"The jazz?" Charissa quirked a brow, "What does that mean?"

Face gave Hannibal a look, which Hannibal returned before grinning and waving his hand in dismissal, as if to say: "couldn't hurt."

"When he's all jazzed up about it...excited without being excited, cool and calm too...it's like he's in the zone."

She nodded slowly, "Okay." Her eyes shifted to B.A., "I'm not acting like that… am I?"

The Sergeant nodded slowly, "Yup. Not like he does, but in your own way." She had it in her eyes and it gave him the creeps ever so slightly, "An' the jazz means somethin' dangerous is cookin' in his mind. So consider yourself warned."

Charissa smiled, it was a smile that meant she liked the idea of danger, "I'm down for something dangerous. Especially since I owe Colonel Lynch for that little visit he paid me earlier. It was unnerving." It had really set her off, the way he looked at her like he knew everything about her and more. She didn't like that at all.

"Did you have something in mind?" Hannibal probed. His mind was thrumming with ideas, but he wanted to hear something new. Maybe she'd have something that he hadn't thought of yet in the short time they'd been given. Input was always a good thing.

"Well I was thinking about me being the bait. After all if they see any of you, the game is up and you'll be arrested, but I don't have an outstanding warrant hanging over my head." She had been the bait before, granted the circumstances were much different, "He sees me, follows me, and we get him right where we want him." She added with a satisfied smirk.

"She's good." B.A. said with a nod of approval, "We coulda used her long before now. Where have you been all our careers Girl?"

She laughed, "Working on my own career." She said with a shrug.

Face bristled a little, quietly finishing his breakfast and then moving off to get dressed properly.

"What's got him so worked up?" Murdock watched him go.

She watched Face walk away and shook her head slowly, "He doesn't like me doing quote dangerous stuff." She said in answer to Murdock's question, "It's not always about him, I like doing this being a part of the Team. It feels right to me as right as being with him feels."

B.A. let out a low whistle at her words, something like that would be hard for the Faceman to swallow he was sure, and he really didn't want to be around when it hit the fan. He eyed the time and stood, "I gotta at least check in with the Center." He looked to his C.O., "I'll be careful Hannibal, don't worry."

Hannibal nodded affirmatively. "Keep low. And let us know when you're coming back so we can watch and be sure you're not followed." he pointed out.

Murdock twisted his mouth around as he considered Face and Charissa.

B.A. nodded, waving his hand as he moved towards the door, "I know the drill." He said with a quick glance over his shoulder before he disappeared into the elevator, glad to be away from all that damned tension.

Yeah, the Face volcano is about to blow... take cover.

Thanks for reading our stuff and another update will be coming soon since we've made such good progress on the Halloween plot.