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Barking Up the Wrong Tree
By: Junkfoodmonkey

 

Rating: PG

Summary: Face gets turned down, but for a good reason.

Disclaimer: I don't own the A-Team, I don't make any money from this.

 

 

Barking Up the Wrong Tree

 

"So, now the case is over, how about you and me go out for a bite?"

 

"Aren't you all leaving?" Emma asked.

 

Face smiled at the pretty client he'd been trying not to drool over too much during the mission.

 

"Hey, when we're not being chased out of town by the MPs it can be nice to hang out for a couple of days and take in the local, ah..." He winked at her. "Scenery."

 

"Oh. Oh!" Her face changed to surprise as she realised what he meant. To his chagrin, she didn't smile back at him, just bit her lip and looked a little embarrassed. "Oh, Mr Peck -"

 

"Face, please."

 

"Face. Well, that's very nice of you, and all, but, I'm afraid I'm not interested."

 

Face's smile froze. He didn't hear that very often. She'd mentioned being single, so he'd have thought she'd at least go on a date. This was a small, remote town, where it would be a novelty for a girl to get a date with a guy who had a full set of teeth. He'd like to think he could compete with that.

 

"Oh, don't get me wrong," Emma said. "You're a really good looking guy. I mean, really good looking. And you're very charming, and smart and brave."

 

Oh, do go on, Face thought, brushing some imaginary dust from his jacket while he lapped up the praise.

 

"And I'm so grateful for what you and the others have done. You've saved my farm."

 

"Just doing our job," Face said, an almost automatic response, a hint of false modesty.

 

"But," Emma went on. "The thing is." She looked around, checking nobody else on the street could hear them and stepped closer to Face. "Well, I'm not interested in any men, you know, that way."

 

"You mean... ah!" Face said, kind of relieved that there was a good reason. "You're a..." He trailed off.

 

"Yes." She looked amused. "I'm an 'a'." 

 

"But you're..." He stopped himself before he said something especially chuckleheaded, and saw the small frown on her face. "I didn't realise."

 

"I don't exactly wear a badge," Emma said, smiling again. "This isn't New York after all. People around here can be rather, well, medieval."

 

"So, um, that explains..." Again he stopped, as he found himself taking yet another turnoff to chucklehead country.

 

"That explains why I haven't tried to trip you up and break your fall with my body?" She giggled at the look on his face. "Believe me, I know a few ladies around here who'd do that within two minutes of meeting you."

 

"Really?" Face grinned. "Any chance of an introduction to any of these ladies?"

 

"Oh, I think that could be arranged. On one condition."

 

"Name it."

 

Emma looked over at the group by the van, Hannibal, Murdock, BA and the team's current 'associate member.'

 

"You get me your friend Amy's phone number."

 

 

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Barking Up The Wrong Tree by Junkfoodmonkey

 

 


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