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The following is a response to a challenge on the Sb-2 list

Plans and Plots
by  Dusty Tyree (c)

Rating:  PG13 for Adult Situations inc m/m relationship.
The following is a response to a challenge on the Sb-2 list.  The challenge was to write a story beginning with the line:   He/she reached for the phone and quickly dialled a number.  The challenge also added if possible to include the line: When the phone rang at 2 am he/she knew who it would be...
Warnings: None really. Nothing graphic sexual or violent, little more than a hug and kiss. 


He reached for the phone and quickly dialled a number; despite the lateness of the hour he couldn't stand the uncertainty any longer, just had to talk to someone before he burst.

When the phone rang at two in the morning, he knew, or at least had a very good idea who it would be.

He was right.

"Hello Murdock," he said into the mouthpiece.

"Oh great, thought you might've had company.  You seemed to be very interested in our recent client's sister."

"I do have company," was the soft reply.

"Oh! Sorry, but mind is turning cartwheels and I can't sleep."

"Would never had guessed," was the muttered reply.

"Colonel, I haven't been able to contact Face all evening."  There was a pause as the caller wound the telephone cable round his fingers.  "Do... do... you think he's still mad at me?"

"You'll have to ask him that, Captain," Hannibal said, reaching for a cigar from the nightstand.


"Was there anything..." Smith started to ask, when a huge sigh came over the wire.

"I'm sorry about what happened.  I didn't really think it would come out so… so bright." There was a sound suspiciously like a muffled chuckle, then Murdock's voice came back.  "But have you ever seen Facey so mad in all your life?"

"Wouldn't go so far as that, Captain, but yes, I'd say he was pretty peeved.  Green hair doesn't really suit him all that much."

"No it didn't."  There was a moment of silence as Murdock fidgeted.  "It wasn't really my fault that the bottle got knocked over and stained the white rug though, was it? Or that Face slipped on the wet floor and bruised his... er... y'know..."

"Hmm, well Murdock, you know that Face bruises easily." The Colonel's voice was noncommittal, remembering the chaos that had reigned in Face's bathroom and the pilot's clumsy attempt to clean up, which had only spread the dye further.

There was silence as Murdock thought over the events of the past day.  Now that the euphoria of a successful plan carried out had worn off, he was feeling extremely guilty.

Smith broke it.  "Well, anyway, whatever you did, worked.  Did you have a good time with Sharon?"

"Yes, I think so..."

"You only think so?" The Colonel's voice rose a little.  "After all you did to make sure Face couldn't keep his appointment with her?"

Murdock quickly replied. "Yes, it was good.  Sharon is a very caring person. She even asked if my friend Templeton, was feeling better."

"What did you tell her?" Smith asked curiously, wondering how he'd got into this conversation.

"I said that he would be better soon, and as soon as his voice came back, he would call her."

Smith raised an eyebrow.  "So, now he's got laryngitis?"

"Well, I couldn't tell her his hair had turned green because I put something in his shampoo bottle and ruined his rug and stopped him from taking her out to dinner...and just because of that, he wasn't talking to me, now could I?"  Murdock whined, actually sounding aggrieved, as though he was the injured party.

Smith grinned. "Er, I guess not."

"I hope it washes out before he has to scam something," Murdock sounded worried. "I mean, he won't get very far if they're laughing at his green hair."

"What'd you mean, you HOPE it washes out?" Smith sat up straighter. "Murdock that isn't funny.  What if we get another job tomorrow?  We need Face...."

"I know, I know." 

Smith could hear the man on the other end of the phone line, moving about, the creak of bed springs, the rustle of paper, and the television being switched on.

"I just… just…"

Smith sighed. "Just wanted to take Sharon out yourself."

"True," came Murdock's voice after another long pause.  "I'm starting to get really worried now, though Hannibal.  Face hasn't answered his phone at the apartment, or the car phone."

"Maybe he just doesn't want to talk to you.... after all, he was planning on a good night out with a lovely girl."

"Yeah," Murdock's tone sounded flat.  "I wouldn't want him mad at me forever though, Hannibal.  Lovely as Sharon is, and much as I'd like to see her again, I wouldn't trade her for Facey's friendship."

"I'm sure he'll appreciate that when he's calmed down," soothed Hannibal.

"Do you really think so?" Hope blossomed in the Captain's voice.

"Yes, I do think so.  Now, if you don't mind, I'll have to go... as I said, I have  a guest..."

"Sorry Colonel....tell her I'm sorry to have kept you talking so long."

"That's okay Murdock."

"When you see Face, will you tell him I'm sorry and that I'll make it up to him somehow?"

"Yeah, when I see him, I will.  Now Goodnight Captain.  Go to sleep and dream of taking Sharon out again, if that's what you really want to do."

"I do, but I think she's still expecting Face to call.  She seemed genuinely sorry that he'd lost his voice and wasn't feeling well."

"But she still enjoyed the night out?"

"She said she did," said Murdock brightening a little.  "Maybe I can find someone else for Face."

"I don't think Face will have any trouble finding someone else Murdock. Perhaps you'd better leave well alone."

"Maybe you're right Colonel.  Goodnight...sleep tight...don't let the bed bugs bite..."

"Goodnight Murdock," Smith said firmly and replaced the handset.

He looked up as the bathroom door opened and a tall figure was silhouetted against the lamplight.

"Finished with your call?" a husky voice asked.

"Yep," Smith stubbed out his cigar and held out his arms. "Come here, I missed you."

The figure laughed softly and moved slowly across the carpeted floor and put one bare knee on the side, leaning forward to kiss Hannibal on the lips.

As the slim, nude, body slipped warmly into his arms, Smith said softly into one ear.

"Murdock says to tell you he's sorry and that he'll make it up to you, somehow."

The frequently washed and restored blond head nodded.  "I heard. I was listening on the extension."

Smith settled his body beside that of his new lover and asked:  "What are you going to say to him, and Sharon?"

One warm hand caressed the side of his face, then the whisper came softly:  "I'll tell them I'm sorry, but I just discovered the person I've been waiting for all my life... and I am no longer available to anyone else."

Hannibal's heart filled with joy at this statement and he hugged his lover until he was breathless.

"Glad to hear that, lieutenant, because I think I could be the jealous type... and there's always that shampoo of  Murdock's."

Face shuddered.  "Don't remind me. I wanted to kill him."

"Never mind, Templeton.  There'll be plenty more dinner dates for you - and me."

He felt the warm blush against his chest as the fair head snuggled under his chin and smiled.

He had a feeling that all their lives were going to be changed from now on, hopefully for the better.   He had what he'd wanted for so many years... and it seemed from what had transpired between them, that Face had been of the same mind about him.

Now all he had to do was to remember to dispose of that chemical he'd given to Murdock before Face saw it and put two and two together. 

He didn't think it would make any difference to his new lover now, who had actually provided the doctored shampoo, but he didn't want to take any risks.

He was a gambler - but this new relationship was much too precious to gamble with.    

Dusty Tyree (c)
August 2003


Plans And Plots by Dusty Tyree



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