Title: Old Flame

Author: Billy

Summary: Men are territorial creatures, even when it comes to women. The team decide to take Amy out for dinner to celebrate her birthday, but an ex of Amy's shows up and the guys just don't trust him.

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer/Notes: None of the characters from the A Team belong to me and I haven't made a penny from this, I've written it for the jazz ;o) I've based around season 2, maybe a few months before Amy leaves, I always assumed how the seasons run they were say a year, hence her length of time on the team.

Part 1

"OK, Amy, you can open your eyes now!"

"Wow, Face, this is a really nice restaurant! Really, guys, you didn't have to!"

It was Amy's birthday and the guys had decided to treat her. Amy had realised that it had really been Face's idea; Murdock had backed him up that it was a good idea, but really this was not the rest of the guy's forte for thinking about these sorts of things. Amy was charmed by the thought though, that the guys were making an effort for her birthday. She hadn't really expected a big deal. She'd been on the team nearly eighteen months now, so she knew how they ticked.

The waiter led them to their table of this very fancy restaurant Face had recommended. The table was large and round, designed for perfect interaction between everyone. Face was pleased with the position of it; they'd managed to get one of the best tables in the restaurant, obviously with a little charm on Face's behalf towards the waiter.

The five of them sat around the table. The waiter held the chair out for Amy, as she sat between Murdock and Face, opposite her was Hannibal and BA.

The waiter was just going round the table taking the drinks orders, they were all perusing the menu and commenting to Face on how 'posh' it was.

"Hey great place, Faceman. Where did you find out about this place?" Murdock grinned.

"Yeah, Face, how did you find out about this place?" Hannibal asked in a slightly more sarcastic tone.

"Oh, friend of a friend," Face replied nervously. He was his usual nervous self, regretting terribly he'd mentioned it in the van, although he wanted to treat Amy to somewhere special for her birthday. He was confident Amy and Hannibal would know how to behave in such a restaurant, but Murdock and BA were likely to get them kicked out and he'd never be able to return.

Amy could hear BA ordering his milk with his usual growl, as she looked up from her menu she recognised a voice. Sitting right opposite them were two gentlemen just taking their seats at their table. The one facing her would be able to look straight through the gap of Hannibal and BA to see her. She ducked and pretended she'd dropped something on the floor. The waiter had come around the table; Face had thought it might be nice to order a bottle of champagne as it was her birthday and turned to Amy to see if she'd join him. She wasn't there.

"Amy?" Face was puzzled by her actions. "Sweetheart, what are you doing?"

"Err nothing, lost something! Contact lens!" she mumbled back.

"Kid! You don't wear contact lenses!"

"I do now!" she said with slightly gritted teeth. The waiter was looking at her a little strangely. So was Murdock and Face for that matter. Murdock and Face looked at each other then gave a shrug to one another as if to say 'women, strange creatures'. BA and Hannibal, as if to make it even more obvious had slightly sat up to look over the table to see if they could see Amy and whatever she was doing.

"What do you want to drink? I was going to order a bottle of champagne."

"Er! OK, that sounds fine," she whispered. "I'm just going to powder my nose." And with that she turned around, still crouched down, so that she had her back to the table and then got up and walked towards the rest rooms. Luckily they were in the opposite direction of the gentlemen sat at the table Amy was avoiding.

"Wait! What do you want to order?" Face asked. But he was too late. Amy was halfway across the restaurant and he certainly wasn't going to shout. Not in this restaurant! He was starting to regret the suggestion of even coming to this restaurant.

Swiftly walking towards the toilets, she stumbled, as if she needed to draw more attention for her strange behaviour.

"What's got into her?" Face thumbed in Amy's direction.

Murdock shrugged his shoulders. BA shook his head.

"I don't know. But it's been since those guys behind us sat down," Hannibal said subtly pointing in the direction of the two men behind him.

In the restroom, Amy went straight to the large mirrors over the sinks and started to powder her nose. Her make-up was quite light, but she'd decided it needed to be heavier. In her opinion, her eyes needed more distinction, cheeks more blusher, and her lipstick needed re-doing. It was important that she looked good.

"Typical" she mumbled to herself as she desperately tried to cover up a blemish near her nose.

She blotted her lipstick, checked her teeth. Twice! Lipstick on teeth would be highly embarrassing, and then checked herself out on the full-length mirror by the door. She pulled at her short white skirt, and brushed it down, she adjusted the collar on her white blouse and then her belt that was hanging on her hips. She had her favourite white boots on, which showed off her long tanned legs. She would have to do.

"Oh while I'm here" and she nipped into a cubicle.

The preening process started all over again, after she washed her hands.

XXXXXXX

To what felt like an age to the guys, Amy eventually returned. She sat in her seat and very quickly picked up the menu and hid behind it.

The guys noticed the transformation of Amy with the amount of make up on her face. It was now much heavier than usual but it did make her look more stunning.

"Kid, you've been so long. I've ordered for you." Face smiled at her. "It's one of the chef's special. I think you will like it."

"Thanks," Amy didn't look up from the menu.

"What's going on kid?" Hannibal asked.

"Nothing." She tried to be blasé in her answer.

Hannibal leaned over the table, and lowered the menu so he could see Amy's face. "Really?"

"OK. OK. The guy behind you. Don't look!" Amy's eyes were all you could see from over the menu.

"What? The loud guy with the sharp suit?" Face asked. "Quite a handsome fellow?"

"Shhh! Yes, that's him." Amy responded. "Well he's kind of an old flame."

"Oh, I get it. Hence the hour in the rest room!" Murdock teased.

"I wasn't an hour!" Amy responded back sharply and took a large gulp from her champagne glass. She needed the alcohol to calm her nerves.

"Carry on Amy. So what's with this guy?" Face was intrigued.

"We'd been together about 4 years, college sweethearts, that kinda thing. But about 3-4 months before I met up with you guys, we broke up. It's a long story. I kind of found him with my best friend, OK?" Amy whispered the last part. "He's supposed to be in New York".

The four men looked at each other and then back to Amy. She was still hiding behind the menu, although it had lowered slightly more so that most of her face was showing.

"Murdock, swap places will ya?" Hannibal said and swapped seats with Murdock. BA gave a disapproving look to Murdock as he took his seat next to him. Murdock gave his usual grin to the big guy.

"So Kid, what would you like us to do to him?" Hannibal smiled lighting a cigar and then put his arm around Amy's chair.

"Nothing! I don't want him to know I am here!" Amy responded a little worriedly, Hannibal had that look in his eye. "Guys, please just leave it, hopefully he won't notice I'm here."

"I could make him say sorry," BA growled thumping his right fist into his left hand.

"Billy and I could drive him mad" Murdock joked moving his eyebrows up and down to express his madness. "We could put itching powder down his trousers!"

Amy chuckled at Murdock.

The waiter came round the table to fill any empty glasses with the champagne.

"Look, guys lets not make a big deal about this. Lets eat our dinner and get out of here before he notices me. If he notices me." Amy said.

"Amy, its your birthday, don't let this guy ruin your day" Face said. "I've never seen you like this".

"He broke my heart OK, enough said!" She still kept one eye on the guy in front of her. "By the way, what did you order me Face?" She turned to face him trying to change the subject.

"Ahh. Can't remember! Think of it as a nice surprise!" Face said as he adjusted his tie.

"Think he ordered you something real messy Amy!" BA growled in his usual tone. "Lobster or some think."

"Yeah, Lobster!" Murdock confirmed grinning at her.

Amy's face turned into a worried shocked look at Face's direction.

"They're joking! I ordered the chicken!"

They were interrupted.

"Amy! Amy is that you?" The loud handsome fellow was now standing behind Amy, tapping her on the shoulder.

"Greg, fancy seeing you here," Amy now wishing a great big hole would open up to swallow her.

"Yeah, I'm in town on some business for a few days," Greg replied. "Gosh I was thinking of looking you up, didn't think I'd actually bump into you like this".

"Really? And why would you do that?" Amy said puzzled and blushing.

"So these your friends?"

"Yeah, err, guys this is Greg," Amy then pointed to them in turn round the table starting with Face. "Greg, this is Templeton Peck, another reporter at the paper" she lied.

Face stood up to hold out his hand to shake the guys hand. But he didn't take it. So Face sat back down awkwardly.

"You still at the LA Courier?"

"Err yeah! And this is BA Baracus and H M Murdock, both freelance photographers," Murdock clicked at him as if he was taking a photo. BA didn't give a friendly expression, just nodded at him. "And John Smith, he's an actor".

"My friends call me Johnny" Hannibal held out his hand with that sparkle in his eye. This time Greg shook his hand.

"OK, nice to meet you guys". Greg raised his hand as if to give a wave uncomfortably at the four guys sitting at the table. "Hey, Amy, you got a minute babe, we can talk in private?"

"Err, yeah sure" And she got up and walked with Greg, the ex-boyfriend, to the bar, where they both got a drink.

XXXXXXX

"I don't like that guy, Hannibal." Face was the first to speak once out of earshot of the guy.

"Yeah, I know. Something about him," Hannibal agreed. "At least Amy had then sense to make up some story for us!"

"Well, she couldn't quite say 'hey I'm having dinner with the A Team', now could she?" Face replied sarcastically.

"Yeah, I like that. I'm a photographer! I kinda see me doing that" Murdock played with an invisible camera, taking a photo of BA.

"Shut up you fool," BA growled.

Hannibal looked over at Amy and this Greg that were standing at the bar. She'd been over there some time now and she looked a little awkward. Hannibal felt compelled to rescue her, with a twinkle in his eye. Face noticed Hannibal's grin as he got up and strode confidently over to the bar.

"Oh man, Hannibal is on the jazz again!" BA said noticing Hannibal's grin too.

"Hey Amy, Sweetheart" Hannibal put his arm around Amy. "Your dinner's getting cold. You gonna introduce me properly, sweetcakes, to this fella, or I gonna have to get all jealous on you?"

"Ah Han, er Johnny, this is Greg, Gregory Reed. He's an ex-boyfriend of mine. He's telling me he's in town on business. Just checking out how I've been. It's been a while you see." Amy was slightly relieved to receive some assistance from Hannibal, although wasn't quite sure what he was gesturing at she played along.

"Well Greg, you're talking to my girlfriend here and well it's her birthday and I want her to have a nice time. So lets say we save the chit chat for another day huh?" Hannibal grinned, pulling Amy a bit tighter towards him. "I can get mighty jealous at times."

"Oh well, yes sure, Johnny, we'd practically finished what we had to say anyway", Greg responded a little taken back. "I'll catch up in the week huh, Amy?"

"Yeah, sure!" Amy replied hesitantly as Hannibal started walking her back to the table. "Sweetcakes?" she looked at Hannibal.

"Hey don't thank me now, thank me later" Hannibal winked at her and chuckled. Amy chuckled too, relieved to be rescued from the gruelling time with the ex.

From then on in, the dinner went as normal as it can do in a fine restaurant with Murdock and BA sitting at the table. Greg and his associate had left long before them, he'd given a subtle wave out the door to Amy, but she'd been relieved to see the back of him, it brought back too many memories for her. They could relax again and Hannibal came out of his "Johnny" character, the over zealous boyfriend and they actually had a bit of a laugh about it.