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"What's the Crystal Room?" Face looked to both of them as they reminisced in silence.

Francesca broke away from Hannibal's gaze, "It's a room… and it's décor is crystal."

"Gotcha there!" Murdock punched Face's arm.

"Well, anyway, I guess we're headed to Rio," Hannibal sat down on the bed.

She nodded, "We have to make a few stops along the way. You know…"

"I know. We need all the glitz and the glamour. I get it."

"How do you guys know about this? Like did you have a hot date at the Crystal Room?" Face laughed.

Francesca rolled her eyes as Hannibal shook his head.

But just as Francesca was going to speak again, there was a crash from downstairs. Hannibal's eyes widened. He put his hand on her shoulder, "We're going out the window."

"No, we're not-" she laughed.

Hannibal's expression didn't falter. He motioned to B.A. who gave him a curt nod and a "Sure, boss."

B.A. locked his arms around Francesca's waist, who screamed. Hannibal shushed her, "You want us to all get killed?"

"You want me to have a heart attack?" she gasped.

"You're going to go with B.A. and Murdock. Face and I will take care of these guys," Hannibal narrowed his eyes.

Francesca tried not to protest, biting her lip. Hannibal and Face left the room. Hannibal pulled his gun out, holding it up. "Cover me, Face," he said.

"Yup," Face ducked down around the corner.

Going forward to the stairs, Hannibal peered over the banister. A dark figure emerged, "Colonel Smith."

Hannibal shot the gun quickly, but the suspect dodged it. Face ran out from the darkness and slid down the banister, trying to aim, but ending up unsuccessful. The conflict continued while Francesca, Murdock, and B.A. ran out toward the car. Once in and considerably safe, Murdock watched Francesca's worried eyes, sure her heart was beating quickly.

Flashback

Francesca and Hannibal lay next to each other in her bed. Francesca's heart was palpitating so quickly. She had to figure out an excuse to go downstairs. Hannibal rolled over, putting his arm around her, "Thanks."

"Oh, anytime," she smiled meekly.

He kissed her neck and smiled, "I'm going to go get some water."

"Oh no!" she almost leapt out of the bed. "Let me get it for you." Francesca left the room and bounded down the stairs. The bathroom door was left open. She slid in, her heart beating wildly. Then she stopped.

Should she look? Was it an okay time to look? What if it was positive and she had to tell him? She decided that it had to be done.

Francesca picked up the pregnancy test and closed her eyes. "Don't panic," she murmured and then opened them. One line… "What does that mean?" Francesca shook her head. She bent down and looked into the trash.

"Francesca?" Hannibal shouted from the staircase.

Plucking out the box, she looked up with worried eyes, "Yes, John?"

"Where are you?"

She looked at the box, fumbling. One Line-Not Pregnant. Francesca grinned. "Yes!" she screeched.

"What?" Hannibal's footsteps came closer.

Quickly, she threw the test away, looking up to find Hannibal in the doorway. "Hi," she blushed.

"You okay?" he held out his hand.

"Great," she accepted it.

There was a knock on the door. Francesca went over to the door and opened it. "Hello?"

Murdock stood in front of the door, staring at Hannibal who was in the kitchen behind her. "Candy apple red," he smiled.

Hannibal heard the twang in his voice and automatically dropped the cup he was holding. It shattered across the floor. Francesca looked back at him, his eyes were wild and almost angry. "Captain Murdock," Francesca nodded, knowingly.

"I just was trying to track down the boss, found the car here and found out from the doorman that an, and I quote, 'insanely tall man with white hair', came up here last night," Murdock grinned, almost instinctively.

"Captain Murdock," Hannibal said gravely. "May I speak to you in private?"

Francesca looked down, closing the door behind Murdock, "John, that's not necessary."

"John?" Murdock looked between them. "You call him John?"

"Yes, she does," Hannibal spoke for her.

"I know your name, but you don't know mine," Francesca held out her hand to Murdock. "I'm Agent Francesca Barrett."

He accepted it with a little hesitation. He was so confused with the situation, Hannibal and a woman. It was nothing he had ever experienced, but he had thought about it.

Hannibal, on the other hand, was so embarrassed. Not that he was found with Francesca, but that he was found at all. "It's a friends with benefits type thing, nothing to fret about," Francesca patted Murdock's shoulder.

"That's all," Hannibal said definitively.

"Well, boss, we should get going," Murdock swallowed, getting ready for his wrath.

"Yeah," Hannibal picked his shirt off the couch, clearing his throat. "Give me a minute.

Murdock didn't move, still stunned.

Going to Hannibal, Francesca kissed his cheek, "Have fun saving the world."

"Oh, I will," he pushed Murdock out the door.

Francesca closed it behind him and sighed. The only thing that would've made that worse is if she had actually been pregnant. Because then she would've had to tell Hannibal that this little affair had turned into more than just an affair.

End Flashback

Ten minutes later, Face and Hannibal came running from the house to the car. One of them was motioning for something.

Francesca started the car, drove toward them, and stopped. They both jumped in, breathing heavily.

"Are you okay?" Francesca laughed at Hannibal, who was trying to catch his breath.

"Drive!" Hannibal shook his head.

"Okay! Relax," Francesca smirked and drove off.

Face swallowed, "Where are we going?"

"Rio," Murdock hit Face on the shoulder.

"No," Francesca raised her eyebrows. "We're going to have to make a couple stops."

Hannibal frowned, "Like what?"

"If we're going to blend in at The Crystal Room, we're going to have to look presentable."

"We can't let you drive us around," Face leaned in between the front seats. "I mean, you could still be a double agent."

Hannibal was quiet, his eyes sad. He looked to Francesca who had her eyes on the road, "I'm not. Really."

She pulled up in front of a brightly lit house. Francesca was the first to get out. When she realized none of them were following her, she motioned toward them. They all went up the front steps.

"Don't trust her," Face said to himself.

Francesca rang the doorbell, "Shut up, Face."

The door opened to reveal a portly woman with rosy cheeks. "Francesca Barrett…" she said in disbelief.

"Hi, Polly," Francesca blushed.

"It's been four years," Polly reached up to Francesca's face. "You don't look any different."

She nodded, "I know."

"How old are you now?" Polly said.

Francesca quickly glanced back at the four men and mumbled, "Thirty-two."

Gasping, Polly pinched her cheeks, "Not a day over twenty-one."

"You're not still smoking are you?" she started to see the men standing behind her.

"Not often," Francesca grimaced.

"Who are these… fine gentleman?" Polly gave the dirty men the once over.

She stepped aside to reveal them all, "Polly, this is Captain Murdock, Lieutenant Peck, Sergeant Baracus, and…" Francesca cleared her throat, "Colonel Smith."

Polly's eyes were wide.

"The A-Team," Francesca pushed her way into the house, brushing her hair off her shoulders and glancing back at them all.