Francesca leaned watched the blue car speed up behind them. "Great. We are officially screwed."

No one replied as Hannibal's eyes focused on the stretch of road in front of him.

"Hannibal," Face moved forward. "We're almost out of gas."

"Ha!" Francesca laughed. "I stand corrected. You're screwed. You are all screwed."

B.A. harrumphed, "I really don't like her."

"Touché," she twisted her hands from their sleeplike state.

Veering off the road, Hannibal growled, "You know they're after you too. They aren't from the government."

She shook her head, "You don't know that."

The car bobbled down the terrain and right into a parking lot of a gas station. "Murdock, you got two minutes."

"I'll do my duty," Murdock pulled down his baseball cap and jumped out of the car.

Francesca bit on her knuckle. Her cell phone began to ring. She shot up, "Oh my God."

"Looks like we missed something," Face shoved his hand in her front pocket.

"Wait, no," her voice quivered. "Please, just let me answer it."

He scoffed, looking at the contact, "Now, why the hell would I do that?"

"Please," Francesca made it sound like it was vital to answer the phone. "I need to…"

It stopped ringing.

Hannibal closed his eyes, dropping his head.

"Just let me listen to the message," her eyes darted over to Hannibal.

Face began to shake his head, "No-"

"Play the message, Face," the colonel looked up.

Everyone was quiet, watching Hannibal. Face finally spoke, "Fine." He pressed the button.

"Message received at 6:12 today," the fake voice said. Then, another woman's tired voice got on the line, "Hi, Francesca. It's Mel. Tommy lapsed into a coma this morning. And I need help. So… call me."

The color from Francesca's face drained. "Thanks," she whispered.

Flashback-Kiss Me Pt. 2

Francesca and Hannibal ended up on a park bench about twenty minutes away from the wedding. They were safe from the jovial activities and the white decorations.

"You're close with your brother it take it?" Hannibal watched Francesca blow bubbles from a bubble wand.

She smiled, "Yeah. Yeah we are really close. He was the man of the house since I was seven and my mom had to work a lot. So he took care of me. I can't thank him enough for that."

Hannibal looked back down into his lap, "Did your dad die?"

"Tommy hasn't told you much about himself, has he?" Francesca laughed and then paused. "He didn't die… he left," she sighed. "It was strange. I didn't expect it, but I was only seven."

He frowned, "I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry about," she replied. "Come on," Francesca sat up. "Let's talk about happy things. There's life, laughter, love…"

Hannibal shook his head, "Love.

She crossed her legs, "What's your problem with love?"

"I…" he thoughtfully said for a moment. "I don't like to think about it. I never really tried."

Francesca bit her lip, "Neither have I."

"It's too much. Sometimes you have to think what your priorities are."

They were both silent for a long time, staring straight into the dark. Francesca got up, "Maybe we could not try together."

"What do you mean by that?" Hannibal stood up in front of her.

She shrugged, "Well, I'm alone. You're alone. We could not be alone for a night or two, couldn't we?"

"If I understand you correctly…"

Francesca cut him off, "I think you understand perfectly."

Hannibal liked the idea. He liked the idea of no commit, just a fling. "Alright then."

"I'm glad we agree," Francesca whispered, resting her hand on his chest.

They took a moment. Their breath was synchronized. She rose on her tiptoes, "Just one of those things."

Closing her eyes, she waited patiently. It was a lot to handle. She wasn't normally very outgoing with men. But she was lonesome and she just wanted a friend.

Hannibal brushed a small wisp of hair away from her face, grinning to himself. It had been awhile, a very long time. He kissed her softly, tilting her chin upward with his rough fingers.

Francesca smiled and slid her hand up to the back of his head. As she pulled away, she felt blissful. She tugged on his hand, walking the way they came, "Come with me."

End Flashback

Hannibal was left confused as he listened to the message. He knew that Tommy had left the army because he found out about his Leukemia. And now he also knew Tommy was a step away from death.

Murdock hopped into the car, wondering about the sudden stillness, "I think we should-''

The blue car showed up. Hannibal drove forward as fast as he could. Francesca jolted forward, still white from grief. Face and B.A. looked at each other, exchanging odd expressions.

Hannibal had pushed forward toward a fairly barren landscape as the gunshots came closer. The back windshield shattered and the three in the back pushed up against the front seats.

"Jesus," Face muttered.

Murdock let out a little 'woo-hoo' and pulled the gun out of his friend's hand. "This'll show them, huh?"

Face simply nodded, "Show 'em, Murdock."

Although Francesca was boiling on the inside, she felt the belt loosen as she twisted her wrists. The belt fell and she smiled. "Hey, lieutenant."

Hannibal looked in the mirror to see her hands rising, "Face, don't!"

Face glanced over at her just as she hit him upside the head. As he recovered, she pushed him into Murdock. The gun fell from his hand. Francesca took it and wrapped her hand around B.A.'s mouth. He tried to raise his own gun, but she pressed the barrel of hers against his temple, "Hand over the gun, and no one gets hurt."

Confused, B.A. put it in her other palm. Francesca held it back to the other two.

"Okay," she growled. "You're going to do as I say. Kapeesh?"

"Kapeesh?" Face laughed. "What the hell-"

He heard the trigger pull back a bit and went silent. Francesca smiled, "I'm going to drive. Okay?"

"No, what're-" B.A. began.

Hannibal cut him off, "What else?"

She looked to him, "You're going to get in the passenger seat. No one's going to pull anything, and no one is going to complain." The car came to a sudden halt. Francesca came out of the car and walked over to meet Hannibal. As he rose over her, she crossed her arms, "For once I'm winning."

"If that's what you call it," he went around to the passenger side.

They both slid in. The blue car had come into view again. Hannibal watched Francesca put the car into gear. She started driving forward, took a sharp turn and looped around the blue car. Hannibal got a good look at a blonde haired man in the front seat.

B.A. and Face marveled at the strange relationship between them and Murdock laughed hardily.

More to come in the next chapters! What are you thinking? I hope you like it!