I don't own the A-Team (or Tale Spin), etc...

A/N: It's short, but it's been so long that I really wanted to get something up. I promise the next update will come much sooner! Thank you all for the favorite-ing and nice reviews! And thanks most of all for reading!

Face leaned back against one wall of the foyer for a long moment after hanging up the phone, mentally grumbling at Hannibal's instructions. The reckless part of him was urging him to drag Murdock right out of there that instant, throw him in the car, and drive away. Surely he could outrun whatever followed them, right? He had a feeling Murdock would be more than comfortable with the idea of an immediate exit. Face shut his eyes, picturing the scenario. Unfortunately, the risks outweighed the benefits, especially where his friend was concerned. He had to get a hold of Murdock's charts and then get his meds…and that wasn't going to be quick or easy. Not to mention the feds were potentially at their heels.

Pushing off the wall, Face gazed through the glass toward Murdock's chair. What he saw made him bolt back through the double doors.

"Hey!" he called across the middle distance. Murdock was having some kind of tug of war match with an orderly. The pilot was ten miles beyond frantic.

"Give…them…BACK!"

"Let go of the keys, Murdock!" the orderly countered.

"Hey!" Face called again. "What the hell is going on here?"

"You ain't getting' these keys!" Murdock continued, seemingly unaware of Face's presence.

"Murdock-"

"Let go, damnit!" the orderly persisted, and pulled, hard. He suddenly began to gain ground, and Murdock winced, his arm shaking with the effort of trying to hold onto what Face realized were his car keys.

"No-oww…!" The pilot sounded like a man on the verge of a breaking point. Face snaked a hand out and grabbed the orderly's wrist.

"Let go," he demanded. "They're my keys, and I willingly gave them to him."

"Then maybe you're the one that needs to be wearing a straight jacket! Just what the hell are you thinking?" the orderly snapped. "He's been marked as a flight risk and you're giving him your keys? I don't care who you are, mister, you can't do that."

"You can't have them!" Murdock exclaimed. Face's fingers found the right pressure points, and squeezed, and with a surprised yelp, the orderly finally let go of the keys. Face's grip loosened only a fraction as Murdock, unprepared for the abrupt victory, stumbled backwards. He regained his footing after a few steps and clutched the keys, staring.

Seeing that the pilot was relatively unharmed, Face turned and leveled a considerable amount of quiet intensity on the orderly. "You trying to tear his hand off, or what? Seriously, it's like you're begging me to write you up."

"Write me up? Are you out of your god damn mind?" The orderly snatched his hand away, rubbing his wrist.

"I'm his psych advocate. I don't suppose you're aware of the various infractions I could bring charges against you for at the moment?" Face flashed the fake badge and watched the color drain from the man's face with a guilty amount of satisfaction. "He doesn't even know what my car looks like! I gave him the damn keys as an assurance that I wasn't going to leave him alone any time soon!"

"Um, sir, let me just explain-"

"And I can't imagine why he'd be anxious about being alone in this place, what with all the pleasant company," Face went on, relentless.

"It's just…I mean, can you imagine if, if he got to your car and tried to drive off? If he actually tried to drive?"

"Are we having the same conversation? What's he gonna do, try every car in the lot until one matches?" He was glad the key ring didn't have a lock remote on it, or that argument would have really fallen through the floor. "I'd like to speak with him alone please," Face continued, his tone leaving no room for debate. The orderly stared at him dumbly. "As in now. And I will be discussing this situation with your supervisor. "

"Right. Of-of course." The orderly all but fled the commons, nearly colliding with a nurse…one they hadn't met yet. Face wondered if the shifts were changing over now.

"Hicks, what the…?" She watched him hurry off before regarding Face and Murdock. "Is everything all right?" Her eyes lingered on Murdock, who had taken a seat on the couch, still clutching the keys.

"We're fine, just a little misunderstanding," Face tried to assure her, but she was looking to Murdock for some kind of answer.

"Just a little misunderstanding," the pilot echoed, staring down at the keys. This miraculously seemed to satisfy the nurse, who returned to her previous duties. Face sat down heavily on the couch next to Murdock and scrubbed his face with both hands. Murdock stared at the keys for a moment longer before leaning back and closing his eyes. Face regarded the pilot over his shoulder.

"The boss is working on a plan," he explained quietly. "We're just waiting on his call."

"Mm-hm," was Murdock's only reply. He didn't open his eyes. Face watched him for a moment longer before reaching out to switch on the TV. The conman flipped channels a few times before landing on re-runs of Tale Spin. He snuck another glance at Murdock and snorted. The pilot had predictably cracked one eye open to watch the animated sea plane doing loops on the screen. The break in tension, however small, was an almost delirious relief.

"A sea plane don't handle like that," Murdock muttered critically, but no smile answered Face's consequential grin. Still, it was something.

Shrugging out of his suit jacket, Face tucked his phone in the pocket of his vest and leaned back against the couch, hands laced behind his head. Beside him, Murdock watched the TV screen, his face devoid of all expression aside from obvious weariness. With a sigh, Face hoped the phone would ring soon so he could act. Murdock's desperate scrabble for the keys was not a memory that would easily leave his mind anytime soon.

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