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Murdock lay on his bed, his legs crossed, and he tossed a miniature basketball against the wall, catching it when it bounced

Bored

Author: Viskey HeroMouse

 

Rating: G

Summary: Murdock's bored. But he finds a way to entertain himself.

 

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Murdock lay on his bed, his legs crossed, and he tossed a miniature basketball against the wall, catching it when it bounced back.

 

"One thousand," he said softly, and threw the ball again. It was so futile. He'd catch the next thousand as well. It was so boring. He was bored.

 

It had been weeks since the guys had come to get him. He didn't know whether they were on a mission without him, or if they were on no missions at all. He knew that they sometimes went on easy missions without him. It hurt, to know that he was only a part-time member.

 

Of course, deep down he knew that that was not true. They saw him as a full member, but they couldn't con him out too often, or they wouldn't be able to con him out at all one day. In his mind he knew that.

 

But it hurt nonetheless, to know that they were out there, having fun, while he had to sit and bore himself to death.

 

His eyes fell on the newly installed phone. Face had somehow managed to get him his own extension.

 

"Ouch!" The ball had hit him on the nose. Murdock picked it up and put it aside. He got up and went to pick up the phone. He quickly dialled a number he had never really thought he'd ever call.

 

"Military Police, Fonson Airbase, Lieutenant Baker. How can I help you?" A civilized voice greeted Murdock.

 

"Are you still looking for that A-Team?" Murdock asked, adopting a Mexican accent and talking a bit higher than normal.

 

"Uh... yes, I'll connect you, just one moment!" The Lieutenant sounded very excited suddenly. Then Murdock heard a click-click in the line, then Lynch's voice. "Colonel Lynch speaking."

 

"Colonel, I was just wondering if you still look for that A-Team?" Murdock asked again, this time lowering his voice, and using a French accent.

 

"Yes," Lynch jumped onto the subject. "Have you seen them?"

 

For a moment Murdock considered to say "no, just checking," but then he answered, "I think so. A big black man, who's looking angry, a pretty boy and an elder man?"

 

"Yes, yes, that's them. Where have you seen them? Where are you?"

 

"I think they are sitting right here in my friend's diner," Murdock said, hushing his voice a bit. "In Westwood, in LA."

 

"And what's the name of that diner? And what's your name?"

 

Murdock had already thought Lynch would never ask him for his name.

 

"Francois Poiret," Murdock answered seriously. "And the diner is Ernie's Place, it's..."

 

"I know that one!" Lynch interrupted. "Thank you, Mister Poierer." Then Lynch disconnected.

 

Murdock broke into chuckles. Ernie's Place could be seen from the far end of the VA's gardens. Many of the staff went there for their lunch break. It would be fun, watching the show.

 

 

END

 


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