(Edited because the scene breaks didn't show up. Makes it much easier to understand!)

See you later, Doc.

Just shy of a week later, his words still flitted through her mind as she stood on her front porch with the first of many cups of morning coffee, watching the first streaks of sunlight turn the sky pink. Maggie signed and looked down the street before the sleepy town woke up.

Bad Rock stood normal once again. The empty real estate building was now nothing but a pile of scrap after being hit hard that day, the only real lasting damage. She stared at it for a moment, remembering the moment when the bikes came crashing through the front window. Another week or two and it would all be gone, just an empty lot. Everything and everyone seemed back to normal.

Except for her.

See you later, Doc.

She wrapped her robe around her and wondered if she ever would.

"Keys," Hannibal held out his hand to Face.

He didn't even look up from the paper. "Van's out back. Key's in it."

"Now, Face…" Hannibal looked at him directly and spoke with that patronizing tone Face knew all too well. "If I wanted to take the van, I'd take the van. What I need are the keys to the Vette."

"MY Vette?"

"Yes, Face. YOUR precious Vette. Now…keys."

Face pulled out a cigar from his jacket pocket. "How about a nice cigar instead? Calm your nerves, you know." When Hannibal didn't move, save for raising an eyebrow, he sighed. "Fine. Here. Just bring her back in one piece. Where you going, anyway? Thought your meeting with Jerry was yesterday."

"It was," Hannibal grinned at him as he tossed the keys up in the air and caught them. "Now in case of emergency, and ONLY in case of an emergency, a real emergency, call that doctor up in Bad Rock. She'll know where to find me."

"Oh, Hannibal," Face groaned. "The doctor?! You and…that doctor? Yeah, I bet she will know just exactly where to find you!"

Hannibal gave him a knowing look. "Just don't let Lynch find you, got it?"

Even though it was late and office hours ended hours ago, Maggie wasn't phased when there was a knock at the door. "Always on call," she sighed to herself as she stood from the couch and tossed the magazine on the small end table. "Coming!"

"Colonel Smith!" She covered her surprise and instead crossed her arms in front of her sternly. "Come to lock me in my own supply closet again?"

"Aww, come on now, Doc." Hannibal placed one hand up on the doorframe, leaned into it, and gave her his best charming grin. "You're not still mad about that, are you?"

She couldn't help but give him a small smile as she opened the door wider for him to come inside. "Define mad."

"You know," Hannibal pushed the door closed with his foot and stood in front of her, running his hands down her arms before slipping them around her waist. "I did tell you that it wasn't my first choice."

"Oh yeah? So just what was your first choice?" She couldn't help reaching up to him and running her hand down his shirt as she spoke the words, making eye contact with him.

He raised an eyebrow. "Well now…you want me to tell you, or you want me to show you?"

She opened her eyes and stared for a moment at the other side of her bed, wondering if he'd left or not. Wonder if she wanted him gone or not. She quickly dressed and ran a brush through her hair before walking out, almost surprised to see him standing in her kitchen.

Hannibal waited impatiently, empty coffee cup in hand, in front of the coffee pot, watching it drip. "Sorry if I woke you."

"You didn't." She reached for a cup for herself and stood beside him, studying him for a moment. "I barely know you. What are we doing?"

He shrugged. "What do you want to know?"

The pot finally gurgled to a stop and Maggie reached for it first, pouring both of them a cup. "You really robbed that bank?"

"Following orders. It's a long story, but those orders went up in smoke. Literally. So we went down for it. We're innocent, we always have been. We just had to break out. Doc," Hannibal paused, took a long sip, and turned to face her directly. "I meant what I said. We're the guys in the white hats."

Maggie thought about that for a moment, then cleared her throat. "Am I ever going to see you again?"

"Depends. Do you want to?" Hannibal pulled her close and pressed his lips firmly onto hers.

After a moment, she reluctantly broke away from his arms. "I…I think I'd most certainly like that. Seems like there's a lot of logistics to figure out. You on the run, in LA, me here. Don't quite see how something could work out, but…"

He cut her off with a grin. "Well now, if you ask the boys, they will tell you two things. Number one, I've always got a plan. And number two, my plans always work out. Don't worry about the details. Just know that somewhere, somehow, soon, I'll pop up in your life again." He reached in his pocket and handed her a folded over piece of paper. "And if you need, here's how to reach us. One of us will always answer. But for now, time is short." Hannibal set the drained cup in the sink, grabbed his jacket from the chair, and started walking towards the front door.

She naturally fell into step with him, but stopped him from opening the door. "Until then," she stood on her tiptoes, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him again. "Until then," she said again quietly.

He nodded. "See you later, Doc."