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Summary: Hannibal on the couch. Takes place after the episode 'Semi-Friendly Persuasion' I have posted this here, although it isn't much to hear your thoughts on what Hannibal meant by his little heart to heart with the team. Its nothing special, but I hope you like it.
Warnings: None, just a little emotion.
'People's thoughts are the most elusive and the most valuable'.
Face thought I was on the couch when I started talking about this
subject, but that was only because he doesn't like talking about deep
things. Sometimes, that kid really riles me.
Then he goes on to say he wants food. And when we reach the small,
cluttered diner all he eats is a small salad. He picks at it delicately, knowing full well he isn't really hungry and that we (me and the team, of course) are watching his every move.
"Thought you said you were hungry, man" BA said gruffly. Good old BA,
he goes straight to the point.
"Hmmmm" Face doesn't even grace BA with a reply. He just continues to
pick at his food, his mouth chomping on a piece of carrot every now
"Anyway, as I was saying .... soldiers pay the price to protect precious thought" I continued, looking directly at Face.
Face sighed, and excused himself to go to the restroom. Such a quick
move to get away, before being drawn into a conversation he doesn't
want. How very like Face.
"Beautiful Colonel" Murdock complimented, adding sop and sentiment to
my nice phrase. I hate it when Murdock becomes condescending. "Go on
"Let's wait till Face gets back" I said evilly, smirking "Its rude to
continue without him".
Ten minutes passed, maybe more. Face was either taking an extremely
long piss or something was wrong.
His salad was developing withdrawal symptoms, the lettuce shriveling
in the overheated diner, close to sweltering.
"Should I go check on him?" Murdock said eventually.
I shook my head. "I'll go".
I got up and walked the length of the diner to the small restroom at
the back. To say the smell was enough to bring back memories of Hanoi
was underexaggerating. It was foul, and I wondered how Face could take
so long in that vile place. I knocked the door and entered without a
word, crossing the small expanse of washbasins to the single toilet.
"Face, you okay?"
I pushed open the cubicle door and glanced inside. No Face. Strange.
Immediately my survival instincts have kicked in. I pull out my piece
and head to a small door which connects the restroom to the back of
Pushing open the door quietly, I gazed outside. Face was sitting on
the grass watching two small children playing, his eyes exceptionally
He was completely distracted, and I did not want to interfere with his
small comfort. There are very few of those to have in our business, so
I kept a lookout silently for him.
"You wanna join in, Mr?" A young boy asked Face.
"No thanks - I'm not as energetic as you two" Face lied. I smiled. Not
energetic? From the guy who could swim a marathon and run for England
when he wanted? Yeah, right.
"Sure, we'll join in" I sheathe my piece and walk out to join Face and
the two children. Face looks up at me confused.
"We'll referee" Face quickly added, throwing me a tragic look.
"Sure, kid" I sat beside him and watched the children play "You been
out here all this time?"
"Yes" Face said distantly "I've been thinking"
"I thought I could smell burning" I joked "There's smoke coming from
your head, too much thinking can be dangerous".
Face grinned, and relaxed. "Actually I wasn't looking at the children".
I turned and looked beyond the children and grinned. It suddenly all
became clear. A brunette standing beside her fancy sports car just
beyond the enclosure where the children were playing.
"Aha, typical" I laughed and got up "I'll leave you to it. I'd better
go before the others think we've both been kidnapped".
Face grinned and turned towards the children once more, or more
specifically to the brunette "I'll be in shortly, Colonel".
"Whenever your ready, kid" I said, and walked back inside.
People's thoughts are the most elusive, Face proved that to me. I
initially thought he was in deep contemplation regarding the children
playing in the enclosure, only to find he was thinking in his trousers
But there was no doubt about it, Face's thoughts were valuable to me.
And if a brunette can cause him a few moments of happiness from the
real world, then who am I to interfere?
I wandered in to rejoin Murdock and BA, and we talked some more. By
the time Face rejoined us, his salad was curled up and looking very
unappetising, but he looked refreshed.
"Let's hit the road" I said smiling.
And we did.
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