A/N: Ah, don't tell me how long it's been! Ok, down to business :) The next chapter, finally, I hope this is a good chapter. The song is 'Basket Case' by Green Day.

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Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?

"Odessa, Texas," Face heard Murdock mutter as they came to a stop just outside the town Murdock turned his head sideways towards Face. "Good idea?"

Face shrugged. "Guess we'll find out. C'mon."

They slipped into the town, ignoring the glances cast at their grimy appearance. Face nodded to a Wal-Mart across the street and they hurried inside, ignoring the greeter. It was a ways to the back and when they got there, they both escaped into the family bathroom, locking the door and facing each other.

"We need new clothes," Face stated. He blew out a gust of air and placed his hands on his hips. "I don't have any money."

"Same." Murdock sat on the toilet lid hard. Face held up a hand. "Alright, you go out and get something for us both to wear, I'll stay here. Get something decent, okay?" He added as Murdock jumped up and bounded to the door. "And don't forget underwear and shoes!" He hissed as Murdock left the bathroom and disappeared from sight around the corner.

The conman sighed and took two steps to the sink, pulling his shirt off and wetting a few paper towels. He rubbed those along his arms, removing the caked mud. He nearly attacked his face after them, thoroughly cleaning off the grim about three times over before he was somewhat satisfied. As Face was about to wipe off his neck, there was a few quick raps on the door. He paused, listening.

"Face, let me in!" Murdock's voice wined on the other side and Face rolled his eyes, popping the lock so Murdock could enter. He bustled in, a basket in his arms overflowing with things. Once the door was locked again, Face pulled the changing table down and Murdock set the basket down on it. They began pulling the contents out.

"Aw Murdock," Face grinned as he held the bottle in his hands. "This is great." He opened the shampoo bottle and sniffed it, still grinning.

Murdock nodded. "Figured you'd throw a fit if you couldn't clean your hair."

There was a bundle of clothes next and Face leaned back as Murdock sorted them into their two piles, one for both of them. In Face's pile was a button down light blue shirt, black jeans, a package of boxers, and a pair of dark blue tennis shoes. Murdock's pile contained a dark tee-shirt with a black Apache helicopter picture on it with white long sleeves, green cargo pants, all black Converse high tops, and another package of boxers. The remaining objects in the basket were two pairs of sunglasses (One Aviators and one a regular pair, Face noted), a bottle of cologne, two bananas, a comb, and a few medical objects.

"Good job, buddy. You only forgot the socks." Face smiled as he took the shampoo over to the sink. Murdock stuck his tongue out at him. "Excuse me! I was rushed as it was, Mr. Don't Forget the Underwear."

Face had his head in the sink under the faucet washing the shampoo out as Murdock pulled off his clothes and once Face backed away, he took the sink to wash himself off.

Not long after, they were both dressed, injuries treated and torn off price tags in the trashcan along with their discarded clothing. After scrubbing his hat vigorously, Murdock was ready to go, too. They left the basket in the bathroom and slipped out, glancing around before heading off through the electronics department. As they made their way to the front of the store, Murdock looked over and grinned crookedly at Face. "I think this is gonna work!"

"Don't look guilty, and it will." The conman smiled at the elderly woman greeter this time as he stepped through the door. She bid him a good day and then Murdock went by. As soon as they got out into the sunlight, Face pushed his sunglasses onto his face and glanced around.

Murdock had his hands deep into his pants pockets, an innocent expression plastered on his face. "Should we get a car? Or just walk?" He wanted to know.

"We're not sticking around. We need to get some money though, I need to think of a way to get some..." Face was saying lowly and before he could make a plan, Murdock was turning on his heel and had already hurried back into the store. The conman stared dumbly before starting back to the doors. He was just about to go through the second set when Murdock met him there, eyes shinning. "I got an idea."

He led Face along the front of the store and stopped him a few feet away from an ATM machine. He pointed. "Someone comes along to get some cash, one of us can kinda hang over their shoulder without them seeing, and we'll see their pin. Use their account to draw some money and bada boom! Cash, in our hands." He ended with a grin that strikingly resembled the Cheshire Cat.

There was a moment of silence then Face threw his hands out and downwards. "No! Absolutely not! I'm not going to steal some random person's money, no way. Do you know how much a crime that is?" People passing gave them awkward glances as Face's voice rose a little but he ignored them, glaring at Murdock.

"Uh...yeah," Murdock rolled his eyes. "But in case you've forgotten, Peck, we're wanted anyways. Shouldn't make a difference."

"It will to that person!" Face grabbed Murdock's wrist and hauled him away from the machine, people stopping so they could blow by, Murdock finding it difficult to keep up with the conman. "And you wonder why B.A. gets so mad at you all the time, good God." He was grumbling and Murdock otherwise paid him no more attention, resorting to pouting and letting Face drag him along like a child.

This time they made it to the sidewalks away from the store and Face released the pilot. "Okay. Good ideas are welcome now. Good ideas."

Murdock crossed his arms and shrugged, his lower lip still jutting out in annoyance. Face grabbed onto his shoulders and shook him roughly. "Stop being unreasonable! Why don't you help me for a change!" He all but shrieked and Murdock's eyes narrowed. He shoved the man off of him and held his hands up in a guarded way.

"Dude. Calm down. It's not your place to freak out, that's my job." He was telling Face, who was clutching his chest and nearly hyperventilating. "No! No, NO! I am NOT freaking out! Do NOT tell me that I'm freaking out! I am perfectly fine, Hannibal and B.A. are perfectly FINE. Why would I have a reason to freak out? I'm Face, I NEVER freak out!" His eyes were huge, chest heaving roughly and quickly.

Murdock resisted the urge to slap his friend, but tried to recall what they did to the patients in the German Hospital when one of them did this. Shock them? Stick them in a straight jacket? Murdock shuddered, deciding it best to not try to remember and instead attempted to grab onto Face's bucking shoulders.

"Face, Faceman...C'mon now, calm down. People are gonna be starin' in a minute...don't do this out here, please."

It did no good, Face continued to hyperventilate and Murdock growled in frustration, stomping his foot once. "Stupid Face! Stop that, for God sakes!" And he finally lifted his hand and slapped Face right across his left cheek. It seemed to help, a little anyways. His eyes were still wild but he started to breathe normally.

"What...was that?" Face's tone was breathy. His hand rested on his heart, which had picked up with amazing speed only seconds before.

Murdock planted his hands on his hips and leaned to the side, squinting at Face in the glare of the overhead sun. "Hell if I know! You tell me?"

Face scrubbed at his face with his hands and shook his head. "That was...ugh, that was not..." He broke off, looking down shamefully.

"Not like you at all? Something most would expect outta me?" Murdock nodded as he spoke. "Yeah, that's what I was thinking. You don't play lunatic here, okay? I do, Facey."

Face waved his hand weakly and brought his other hand up, dragging his nails across his forehead as if trying to pry this layer off. "God. If Hannibal was here right now...ugh I'd be in for it. Murdock, I'm sorry. I don't know...Maybe it's dehydration, the heat, lack of sleep."

Murdock nodded. "Sure. Maybe we should find a place to crash."

The other man dropped his hand and Murdock noticed the four red lines across his forehead, deciding not to say anything. "Sounds good. Let's find somewhere."

A/N: So Face's freak out...I know that's kinda not like Face, but it seemed...funny. Or to show you, who's really cracking here ;) Ah well, reviews please! Thank you so much!