Disclaimer: I do not own nor did I create any of the A-team characters (main or support) nor do I own nor did I create any of the episodes. That credit is due to Stephen J. Cannell and his associates.

Spoiler Alert: None the piece/plot is all my creation. Zuniga, the big bad in "Knights of the Road" - Season three Episode nineteen - is referenced here as the brother of my O.C. Calderone'. Sanchez is also an O.C.

Author's Notes: The next few chapters will be a mix of "present tense" and flashback. I hope I mixed them in a coherent way to tell a good story.

Warning: Also in the next few chapters, I'm going a little darker/violent than I normally do. Nothing graphic but definitely in the heavier PG-13 range.

Summary: It's four days later. The Team is picking up the pieces after the mission has gone to Hell.

Chapter -3

Things Went Wrong By: LAGC

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She stood under the shower head. The water almost but not quite searing her skin. She was already scrubbing on a third layer of soap. She was willing the fear and pain to run out of her body and flow down the drain with the suds. She said a prayer of thanks that Hannibal had burst in just when he did.

She couldn't fight the trembling that ran through her body as flashes of the last twenty four hours inundated her mind. She still wasn't quite sure how everything had gone to hell so quickly.

The Team had been hired to rid a small border town of a hoodlum named Sanchez. Sanchez and his goons were basically holding the town hostage as they used it to warehouse and distribute drugs. Hannibal had the gut instinct that Sanchez wasn't the biggest shark in the aquarium; and so as the Colonel had put it, the team needed to "hook the Great White so it'd be safe for the townsfolk to go back in the water". A plan was hatched.

Thanks to their bugging campaign, the Team had learned that Sanchez was meeting with the Great White at the public riverside park that next day. The plan had been fairly straight forward, especially for Hannibal.

The Colonel would tail Sanchez. If possible Murdock or B.A. would trail Great White back to his tank. B.A's cover would be "fixing a faulty engine on the van". Murdock would be fishing in the river in case the target came by boat. She and Face would pretend to be a couple on a romantic date canoodling, so they could stake out the park and snap pictures, for evidence

Murdock had pulled her aside before the mission to make sure she was up to it.

"I'll be fine,Murdock. Hey at least I won't have to worry that my acting isn't good enough." she had told him.

Murdock had walked away, hoping that Face would realize that she wasn't just acting the part of a love struck girlfriend.

"Maybe this will be the lighting strike that will finally wake Facey up," he whispered to Billy as he left her room. "Lord knows? I don't think our subtle nudges have been enough."

So they had put the plan into action. And it all seemed fine at first.

But then somehow, Sanchez made Hannibal, and everything hit the fan. Sanchez pulled a gun on the Colonel. As the thug went to pull the trigger Face had leaped on top of him. Two quick punches and Sanchez was out.

But while that scuffle was distracting Hannibal and Face, Great White made his appearance with two body guards. Before any of them had a chance to react he had grabbed her and dragged her toward his vehicle. She had fought has hard as she could. Biting, kicking, and as a last resort as dead weight, but he had gotten her into the trunk.

She heard Face and Hannibal yelling as Great White turned over the engine. She felt the car lurch off as she was tossed around the trunk. She heard the squeal of the tires as the driver sped away from the team. Then she could hear more tires and another engine roar. She knew it was the guys chasing her in the van. She also knew they'd have a tough time catching the car, and they'd never fire on it while she was defenseless in the trunk. For the life of her she couldn't find the emergency trunk pop lever. Trying not to panic she snickered to herself that Great White had probably removed it since she surely wasn't his first trunk passenger.

That's when she heard a third vehicle join the chase. And that one was firing. Then she heard a loud pop and the sounds of a really bad spin out. She said a prayer that the guys were ok. Then the ride smoothed out. A few minutes later the car came to a complete stop and the engine was shut down. She heard voices but couldn't make out their words. The trunk was popped and she was dragged out. The bright sunlight momentarily blinded her as she was hauled into a good sized house. She was tossed into a room and locked in.

The room had only one small transom style window over the door and a skylight - no escape routes. There was a camping cot in the corner - no possible weapons. What seemed like an hour passed. Then she heard men at the door. She forced herself to remain calmly seated on the cot. She was channelling her best "Hannibal on the Jazz" expression and attitude. No way she wanted to show fear to these low-lifes. The door was flung open and to her confusion Face was thrown in.

"Here Smiley, spend a few last minutes with your girlfriend," sneered Great White's henchman.

"Hey could you send in the manager? I really must protest the accommodations. They're nothing like in the brochure." Face antagonized as he scanned the room and her.

"Keep it up, Smiley. I'm going to have fun rearranging your bones." sneered the thug as he slammed the door.

Face turned to her, "Are you all right? Have they hurt you?"

"No I'm fine. They haven't done anything to me."

"What about that scrap you're sprouting on your chin?"

She put her hand to her jaw, "Oh? I hadn't noticed. It must have happened while I was in the trunk."'

Suddenly recalling the spin out she heard during the chase she asked about the Team, the van, and how he ended up in this room with her. Face assured her that the guys were okay. He then went on to tell her that it had just been him and B.A. in the van. Murdock and Hannibal had stayed to pump Sanchez for information. When the van had spun out, the third car had stopped to try to finish the job. He and the Big Guy had promptly over powered those fools and restrained them in the van. They radioed Hannibal. B.A. remained with the van and thugs to await the Colonel and Murdock. And to change the shot out tire that had caused their spin out.

Face had taken the thugs car and come after her.

"Alone? Come on you shouldn't have done that." she reprimanded clutching his arm.

"Well now, you were alone. And that wasn't acceptable. B.A. agreed too." Face explained.

"But now you're stuck here. Oh and by the way, you've got your own messed up cheek." she said as she gently ran her thumb across his bruised jaw.

"Well I had to let Captain Cave-man land one or two punches. That way my capture looked legit." said Face

"You let yourself get captured?"

"I figured it was the quickest route to you." he explained. Then he adopted an offended expression, "Did you really think these Cro-Magnon got the best of me?"

She chuckled and said, "Okay, okay, I should have known better. What's next?"

"We wait for Hannibal's plan to come together." Faceman responded.

Just as they finished their conversation the door swung open and in came Great White with his two goons. Face stood up, but with a subtle twitch of his hand indicated that she should remain seated. "He wants their focus to be on him, not me." she had thought to herself.

Finally having a good look at Great White revealed who he was, since his picture was always in the news. The shark was Alberto Calderone. Crime boss drug smuggler extraordinaire, and the brother of another king dealer that the Team had defeated a few years earlier. When Calderone spoke she felt her stomach drop to her toes and was truly glad she was still sitting. A quick glance at Face and she knew he too realized how deep in they were.

"Ah. Mr. Peck of the infamous A-Team. How glorious a day this is turning out for me." hissed Calderone. "That fool,Sanchez,has finally been truly useful. I owe you and your team a family debt. Do I not? "

Face flashed his best antagonistic grin and said, "Wow. I'm surprised you're not thanking us. After all putting away your brother is what put you in your current position. I'm sure your big brother never would have shared with his baby brother from another mother."

"You do not speak of my brother! He died in prison! The prison you and the rest of your band put him in!" howled Calderone as he backhanded Face across his bruised cheek.

Face made a defiant show of spitting out his blood and barely missed Calderone's fancy shoes.

"Oh Mr. Peck. Go right ahead with your bravado. It will just make beating you more pleasurable.

Now where is the rest of your team?"

"Oh, last I checked, they were heading to Disneyland." quipped Face.

At a nod from Calderone, one of the thugs brought in a metal chair and forced Face onto it. Then the other creep pulled Face's arm backwards and cuffed him to the chair, threading the cuffs through the chair back. She was beginning to get really scared, but was forcing herself to remain placidly silent. "Face wanted me to be invisible. He doesn't need to worry about me being rash right now." she reminded herself.

"Cuff her to the hook on the wall. I want her to watch this." ordered the monster.

That's when she learned, firsthand, just how brutal one human can be to another.