Face took a deep breath, put on a smile, and walked into the kitchen. "What's for breakfast?" he asked nonchalantly, taking a seat next to Murdock.

B.A. stood by the stove. He raised his eyebrows at Face not quite sure what was going on. "Um…eggs Benedict."

Even though his stomach was churning and he doubted he'd be able to keep anything down, Face tried to sound enthusiastic. "Sounds good to me."

Hannibal and Murdock traded uneasy glances. They had noticed the stiff way Face had entered the room, the pallor of his skin and the sweat glistening on his forehead. No smile or upbeat attitude could hide the fact that Face wasn't well.

Face reached for the business section of the paper. "So, what's on the agenda for today?"

"Face, what are you doing?" Hannibal asked.

"I'm about to read the paper, what does it look like I'm doing." He lifted the paper up in front of him, allowing his smile to drop as his face was hidden from view.

Hannibal pushed the paper down with his hand before Face had a chance to fully get his trademark smile back on. "C'mon Face, don't you think we should talk."

"Listen, if it's about what happened yesterday, I owe you guys an apology. I should never have stormed off the way I did."

"You don't owe us anything," Murdock said. "We had no right accusing you of anything."

Face shrugged his shoulders and smiled. "Don't worry about it. Now what should we do today?"

"Lieutenant!" Hannibal exclaimed. "We can't just forget about what you told us."

Face could feel his pressure rising. This wasn't going to be easy. "Why not? Look, I'm fine. Let's just move on with it."

Hannibal leaned forward in his chair and looked Face straight in the eye. "You were raped, Lieutenant."

"I'm well aware that I was…well…um…that," Face stuttered; he hated that word and couldn't bring himself to say it. "But, hey, it's not like it was the first time, right?" Face looked at the stunned faces gaping at him. 'Oh God…they didn't know.'

"What you mean that it wasn't the first time?" B.A. barked.

Face dabbed at his forehead with a napkin; the room was getting hotter and hotter. "Forget it. It's not important…it was years ago."

"How many years ago, Facey?" Murdock asked gently, though no answer was necessary. They knew he had to be talking about the camps.

Face hung his head and tried to wrap his brain around what had just happened. He thought things were bad before, but now they were horrendous. "I thought you all knew. How could you not know?" He felt their eyes on him and it made him feel naked and exposed.

Face moved to get up, but grabbed onto the table as the room began to tilt and he began seeing double. Hannibal was at his side instantly, grabbing his shoulders and easing him back into his chair. He felt the heat radiating from his body. "Jesus, kid, you're burning up."

"I'm fine," Face slurred, as his body slumped forward.

"Faceman, you need to get yourself a new definition of the word fine," B.A. mumbled, as he lifted the semiconscious man and carried him into the living room and laid him on the couch.

"B.A., get the van," Hannibal directed, "we need to get him to a doctor."

"No!" Face objected with as much strength as he could muster.

"Face, you're sick buddy. We just want to get you well."

"Murdock's right, Face. What about Maggie?"

"Especially not Maggie…I don't want her to see me like this. It's humiliating."

"You ain't got any reason to be embarrassed. You didn't do nothin' wrong."

'Except let a woman rape me,' he thought. 'Some man I am.'

Hannibal feared that if he pushed Face too much he would risk shutting him down completely. "Okay, we'll stay here, but you have to let me check you over." Face nodded his approval, but his eyes told another story.

Murdock and B.A. got all the medical supplies Hannibal would need, before excusing themselves. They could see that Face was uncomfortable enough with having the Colonel tend to his wounds; there was no need for an audience. Plus, they had seen all they needed to see the day before. And they hoped never to see anything like that again.

Hannibal opened up the first aid kit and braced himself for what he was about to do. "Now, you tell me if the pain gets to bad and you need me to stop." Again Face just nodded and then started to unbutton his shirt. Hannibal grimaced at the site, surprised by how much worse it looked up close than it had a day earlier by the lake. And though he was gentle as he could be while cleaning and dressing the infected abrasions, he knew how much it had to hurt.

Face kept his eyes on the ceiling and tried to focus on his breathing. Every once and a while the pain was so great that it would take his breath away and he would grip onto the couch cushion with all his might. And just when he thought he couldn't take anymore and he was about to ask for a breather, he felt Hannibal squeeze his arm.

"All done, kid." Hannibal could see that Face was sweating profusely and visibly trembling. He dipped a cloth in some cool water and placed it on the younger man's forehead. "You okay?"

Face smiled weakly in response, not trusting his voice at the moment. Was he okay? Not by a long shot.

"Just rest," Hannibal said as he began cleaning up the medical supplies. "I better go check that B.A. hasn't killed Murdock yet. If you need anything, just call." He wanted to say, 'I'm here for you if you want to talk', but knew that when it came to Face, he would have to wait until he opened the door…if ever.

Face waited for Hannibal to leave the room before grabbing a pillow, holding it over his face and screaming. He screamed for all the times he had been held down and forced against his will. He screamed for the humiliation he felt at having the team see him like this. He screamed until his lungs burned and his throat ached.

And then he did something he hadn't done in years: Templeton Peck cried.

TBC…