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I tried to stay in character, but it's been a while since I've seen the seasons with Stockwell so please forgive any stupidity on my part.

Getting to know you...getting to know all about you...hahahaha

Chapter 8: Home?

“I’m not going on any plane Hannibal.” B.A. warned narrowing his eyes at Hannibal who nodded in understanding before exchanging looks with the others.

“This doesn’t look good for B.A.” I thought sighing as I watched Face step out of the vehicle followed by Murdock, Frankie, then B.A. followed Hannibal. I decided to stay put in case somehow Hannibal had intentions of getting me involved, sad to say I didn’t have a choice hearing yelling and vehicles coming in the distance. “Great…the cavalry is coming.” I noted stepping from the car and crossing my arms making sure I was far away from the group but close enough to make a run for cover in need be. I saw Face easily slide a needle into B.A. and got distracted by the noise of crunching jungle startled when someone grabbed my arm and started to pull me after the others. I finally got the point and turned feeling my arm freed taking notice of Murdock who was hollering ahead to Hannibal. Once inside the plane everyone rapidly strapped into their seats and I stared out the window observing the militia rapidly heading toward us crossing my fingers as the plane started to again move. Soon we were safely in the air my breath finally leaving with a relieved sigh before I was aware of discussions about the strange statue and then the discussion turned about Stockwell and what I would do once I was back home.

“I’m going to nose around a bit, but be a little stealthier. Also next time you drop a tip…don’t make it go to Decker, I reeeaally do not like him.” I stated narrowing my eyes at Hannibal who had started to place a cigar in his mouth but paused suddenly exchanging looks among the others. “Decker wasn’t your person.” I stated rather then questioned feeling suddenly stupid.

“Tonya Baker was supposed to mail you a tip.” Murdock broke the silence as we all glanced up.

“Whose driving?” I wondered seeing all heads turn to him before it appeared to dawn on him and he disappeared back into the cock pit whistle the song Whistle While You Work from Disney’s Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. Suddenly there was a very unnerving silence as each person around me appeared to be pondering the new knowledge before I heard a snort and watched B.A. hoping he didn’t wake up too soon and smiling faintly as he appeared to smile in a dream of sorts. “When he wakes up he’s going to be their worst nightmare.” I thought watching Hannibal puff on his cigar an annoyed expression on his face.

“Decker went through my mail.” I said suddenly as I moved through my bag and finally found the mail he had dumped evilly on my desk. I then spotted an envelope poorly repaired among the crumpled mess and cursed avidly before opening the envelope and sneering at the smudge words written in feminine style cursive. “It’s a federal offense…I could kill him.” I snarled before stuffing the things into my bed and trying to calm myself without any success.

“Once you’re back home…check in with everyone and act normally, just remember that Decker may be working along side Stockwell he has every reason to be a good lap dog.” Hannibal stated carefully before becoming aware of our descent into a private area near L.A. “We’ll contact you again.” He said smirking faintly as I narrowed my eyes at them all.

“You drag me to hell and back and think I’m just going to let you waltz away to freedom again?” I asked aware of the plane breaking and stopping, all the engine noise now silenced and seeing them working on removing B.A. from the plane before he woke again finding himself on another one. “I can’t do that Hannibal…hell it’s my job to find you guys.” I grumbled stepping into the bright sunlight and testing the pavement under foot glancing around seeing my jeep was off to the side along with another car and the van.

“Let them go sis.” Came a familiar voice as I watched a white car disappear from the area and saw my brother attempting to hobble on his bad leg being supported by crutches as always.

“And loose my job, career and……oh hell.” I grumbled crossing my arms and pouting seeing the others climbing into the van before narrowing my gaze at the last two to observe me and Alex. “Don’t bother me again Hannibal! Murdock keep you crazy to yourself.” I called finding myself smiling instead of cursing like I usually did. “There goes my case and career Alex. Oh and you have a lot of explaining to do mister.” I growled glancing at my tall brother with his sandy brown hair and green eyes, he was very athletic before his injuries and still had a thin face, but the wounds that were now in his eyes always made me sad.

“I figured I might.” Alex stated playfully ruffling my hair before I helped him to my jeep and climb in resting my head against the steering wheel. “You will be able to prove their innocent…just don’t let Stockwell know you’ve met. It could be bad for both you and them.” He murmured as I nodded realizing I would probably have several more unwanted mysteries and adventures with the A-Team until I found a way to prove their innocence and clear their names, problem was it would be a very long task.

“I get it Alex. I need to make sure Hailey didn’t blow up the house while I was gone…of course that would be something I would more then likely do, she’s much more responsible.” I thought glancing at my dirt and stained once white slacks and filthy shirt. “I probably look like I’ve been through the wringer…I’ll need a good excuse other then the A-Team kidnapped me and gave me one hell of a ride in South America.” I grumbled starting the engine and driving home.