Francesca had lost the blue car and winded through a residential community called "Southbrook", but she knew they weren't far behind. She couldn't think of the next part of the plan. If she went back to headquarters, the car would surely find them and jeopardize her station, not to mention the security of the armed forces.

So she decided there was only one thing to do besides kill them. She was going to use them. For what, she didn't know yet.

"Do you have a plan, Francesca?" Hannibal glared over at her.

"Just because you're so…" she had trouble finding the right word. "So annoyingly organized doesn't mean that being perfectly disorganized is the wrong way to operate."

He shook his head, "I don't think you've noticed that being 'annoyingly organized' actually works."

Francesca narrowed her eyes and pulled up to a deserted house.

"I didn't think you would live in Soutbhbrook," Face rolled his eyes.

"I don't," she tapped her upper lip. "Now who do I want to go inside?"

Murdock raised his hand, "I'll go."

"Good, I like volunteers," she turned back and pulled a key from her pocket. "You're going to go inside, find the kitchen and there should be a row of keys hanging from the wall. Take the third one."

Murdock jumped out of the car in excitement. Sighing, Francesca stared ahead of her.

"Who lives here if you don't?" B.A. speculated.

Francesca shrugged, "Sarah Brown." She was a bit surprised that none of them had sprung on her yet. Hannibal seemed to have a hold on them and it was just fine with her. She'd be ready to get them.

"You're not a very good liar," Hannibal leaned back. "Sarah Brown is the name of that girl in Guys and Dolls. And it's a man's house, the yard isn't looked after and there are blinds, not curtains."

"Wow, you're good," Francesca pulled the two guns closer to her.

Hannibal frowned, "What's his name?"

"Does it really matter? Why do I owe you an answer?"

Flashback-Stay With Me Pt. 3

Francesca rested her head on Hannibal's chest. She breathed out slowly, "Do you know what time it is?"

Hannibal turned his head to the side and smiled, "Five thirty."

"Wow…" she whistled. "I think sleep would definitely be appropriate right now."

Before he could reply, her cell phone buzzed. Francesca cursed, rising out of the bed and picking her clutch off the ground, "Tom-tom, how's it going?"

"Did you fall into a black hole or something?" he asked in an urgent tone.

"Why are you busy calling me when you should be attending to your," she paused changing her tone elegantly. "Your blushing bride."

Hannibal sat up a bit to watch her wrap herself in a blanket.

"Who'd you take home?" Tommy scoffed.

"Now why would I tell you?"

"Please tell me it was Hannibal," he cringed. "You and- and him. That's so weird."

Laughing, she met the colonel's gaze, "Don't be silly! He's too old for me and most definitely would be able to keep up." She winked, "Besides, he's a bore."

"Good," Tommy relaxed. "You scared me. He disappeared too."

"Maybe he hates weddings too," Francesca shrugged and then turned off the phone.

Hannibal cocked his head, "I'm old and a bore."

"Don't forget you can't keep up," she pointed, falling back onto the bed.

He smirked, "But I could tell you were lying."

"Tommy couldn't tell. That's all that matters," Francesca crawled up toward him. She kissed his neck and ran her hands up his sides.

Touching her back, Hannibal pulled her down, "You're a terrible liar."

She giggled, "We've established that." She rolled to her side of the bed.

"I never said there were," he craned his neck toward her. "I was just making an observation."

Hannibal kissed her deeply and then leaned back. Francesca closed her eyes and rolled onto her side. "This was fun."

"Yeah, I'm glad we did this," he brushed her side gently.

"How long do you have until you have to go back?"

"Back…" Hannibal folded his hands. "Two more days. I leave in two more days."

Bending her legs up to her chest, Francesca grinned, "Good. We have a bit more time to relax."

"It's fun because there's no-"

"Strings attached, I know," she turned her head to look at him. "It's like a very long one night stand. I like it."

Hannibal was about to speak when he realized Francesca had fallen asleep. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair. It had been a long time since he had been in a situation like this. A woman asleep in his arms. And even if it wasn't love it was nice to feel her heart beat.

Waking, Francesca drifted out of her sleep and felt the breath on her neck. She put her hand on his and entwined her fingers in his. She liked Hannibal. He was intellectual, kind, and charming. Francesca was flattered that he had accepted her offer. It made her feel special, entitled to something. An astute colonel sleeping next to her, and not just so she could kiss and tell.

End Flashback

"You don't owe me an answer," Hannibal mumbled.

"I don't think I owe you anything," Francesca replied gravely. She kept pulling back on the trigger and letting it go before it would shoot. It gave her a thrill and it let out all her anger.

Murdock came back into the car and held out the keys. Face immediately reached for them, "Hey, let's do some bargaining."

"Drive," the colonel looked over at Francesca, his eyes burning.

"What?"

He jerked his head back. Everyone stared at the blue car as it rear ended them and gun shots rang out. "Oh, well this is great. This is f-" Francesca began.

"Drive!" Hannibal shouted at her.

She hit the gas and took a sharp turn, running over the poorly trimmed bushes. Then, she stopped and let the car hit the driver's side.

"What the hell are you doing?" B.A. burrowed back into Face.

"I know what I'm doing. I know exactly what I'm doing," the car shot forward. Francesca shook her hair from her face and skipped the curb and ran through a fence.

Hannibal grimaced, "You were always a bad driver."

"Shut up!" her gun went of, shooting through the leather of her seat. "Just shut up, Hannibal! I don't care what you think, not anymore. You just need to shut-"

Leaning forward, Face bit his lip, "I hate to break it to you, but that's a lake."

"Shut up."

"No, I'm serious that's a lake."

Francesca stopped the car, "I'm not blind. Everyone be quiet. I know exactly what I'm doing." She turned back, passing the blue car and then back to the lake. "Everyone stay calm. Don't make any sudden movements or this is going to get screwed up."

"What is she doing?" Face turned to Hannibal.

"Do not ask me."

She slammed on the gas and the speed rocketed. It went to seventy, to eighty. And then the others realized it. Francesca was going to drive them right into the lake and there was nothing to do to stop her. Murdock was actually quite excited by the idea of what could happen.

"I'm having second thoughts," she kept driving, the speed increasing. "Tell me it's going to be okay."

"I don't know what the hell you're doing," Hannibal tensed, trying to shrink into his seat.

Francesca smiled, "That makes me feel better." The tires left the ground and the car shot off into the lake.

B.A. and Face flinched together, but the car didn't sink. It skipped. Like a rock. Right across the manmade lake the car almost drove across the water. It was an incredible feeling.

Francesca was right. Unfortunately when the car hit solid ground again, the front collided head on with the ground.

Coughing, Hannibal reached for the door, "How did you know that would work?"

"I saw it on Mythbusters," she tumbled out of the car.

Thanks for all the reviews! It makes me want to write more quickly, but with the school year swiftly approaching I worry about my deadlines. I'll try to keep up.

By the way, they did actually prove that a car can skip across water like a rock, so I wasn't lying.

Look forward to less car driving in the next chapter.

-DG