The unloading of equipment was accomplished in record time thanks to Dolly's unusual stamina. The game had been an easy win for her, even after B.A. was made aware of the race. Hannibal would occasionally step in to have the 'contestants' chug 'potions' to keep their strength up. Now was the time to unveil the secret prize that the Colonel had promised.

Murdock drifts in and out on the sofa while Faceman sets up computer systems in the dining area.

"Damn," B.A.'s voice calls from the front hall, Hannibal and Dolly following. "She didn't even break a sweat..!"

"Dolls don't... swmmm..." Murdock mumbles from the couch.

"What'd you say?" Baracus asks loudly.

"Dolls don't sweat, Corporal," Hannibal answers clapping B.A. on the back. "But you do!"

"Eh, yeah, I do. I'm gonna shower," the big guy responds heading up the stairs.

"Stinky Bearcus," Dolly says. "Prize time!" she hops over to the sofa, looking down at her dozing brother. "Jammy," she whispers loudly, "I won!"

"'Course you did, baby doll," his voice hoarse with sleep and pain killers. "You're good at races."

"Prize, Boss, prize," Dolly spins around leaping over to Hannibal who drops heavily into an overstuffed armchair. With child-like dexterity she perches on the arm of his chair, looming like a petulant toddler over Smith.

Hannibal smiles indulgently up at the woman.

"Murdock," the Colonel says officiously, "the prize..."

"Mmmmm, Facey," HM calls in return, shifting on the sofa.

"Coming," Faceman intones from the dining room.

Dolly manages a fairly gymnastic maneuver on the chair arm to end fully stretched across Hannibal's legs, arching backward to watch Face approach upside-down.

"Hey, hey," Face says, "You gotta close your eyes and no peeking."

The doll obeys, covering her eyes with her scarred hands. "I'm waiting..." she sings wriggling in Hannibal's lap.

The Colonel clears his throat and shoots an uncomfortable look at his XO; Face bites his lip and a small giggle bubbles out of the pilot on the couch.

"Ta-Dah!" Faceman cries, pulling a brightly colored, multi-layered, slightly umbrella-shaped tutu from behind his back with a flourish.

"Tutu!" Dolly exclaims jumping up from Smith's lap, he sighs audibly in relief earning another snicker from the sofa.

"Now, Dolly," Face says seriously, "I present your prize for winning the first ever Bear Race, use it well."

"And no dancing 'til daylight," HM slurs. "We don't wanna miss your show."

"Jammy look what I won!" she twirls to the couch holding the tutu up like a trophy.

"I can see that. It's amazing," Murdock replies, fighting the drugs to stay conscious just a moment longer.

She looks on her older brother dotingly, "Jammy, you can't sleep here."

"Sure I can."

"No," Dolly states, "I'll take you to a bed."

There's no arguing with Dolly when she uses that tone so Murdock sighs and acquiesces. "Okay, Face can lead the way."

Without thinking, Faceman moves to assist the younger Murdock with her brother but she needs none. That remarkable strength and fluid grace scoop up the wounded pilot and cradle him gently.

'Right,' Face reminds himself, 'she one-armed me off the floor, why would she need help with Murdock?' He turns away and leads the burdened doll up the stairs to a room that Murdock had chosen earlier; it's small with a single bed and lots of pillows.

"Temp," HM says, his voice thick, "don't forget... tell Hannibal..."

"You got it, pal," Face replies and leaves Dolly to arrange her brother and say goodnight.

She settles him gently on the mattress and holds him up to fluff the pillows. He's almost asleep before he even reclines.

"I'm serious about the dancing, Dolly Doll," HM says, not even opening his eyes.

"I know," she responds quietly pulling the covers over him.

"Don't forget to take off your shoes," Murdock continues, "we're inside now."

"Okay, Jammy," Dolly replies straightening the comforter.

"The Boss..."

"Boss," she echoes, smoothing a hand over his hair.

"Hmmm, Boss and the Face Man have candy for you. Love you, Dolly Doll," HM sighs as he drifts off.

"Love you, too, Jammy," she says and walks quietly from the room, turning the light off as she goes. "Hi Bearcus, Jammy's sleeping," Dolly says to a startled B.A. in the hall.

"Oh," is all he replies to her retreating back.