Disclaimer: The A-Team does not belong to us. Any original characters you see however do. But yes, we still dream. Very hard.

Authors' Notes: Welcome to the beginning of a very rough chapter in the lives of Face and Charissa. This is their own personal journey through hell and back, but at least they won't be alone the guys will be right there with them. This fic heads into some pretty dark places, including torture both physical and some brief mental. The violence level has also be raised. Consider yourself warned. Buuut we start out on the sexy fluffy side so enjoy and reviews as always are welcomed very much. :)

Trial by Fire

Part 4 in the Not Over Yet Series

That morning the ship began to pull into New York Harbor and she was caught up in the exit of regular passengers and didn't get a chance to see him or any of the others. She hoped they knew she had been grateful for all their help as she left the ship and caught a taxi.

A few hours later thanks to the wonders of NYC traffic she made it to the airport and managed to book a flight back to D.C., while waiting for her flight she called in. She was told to report in immediately when she landed. Two hours of waiting for her flight another two hours in the air and she was back in the Capitol and standing before her Superiors. They were pleased she had taken out Karls, but because she had been AWOL for over a week she was shelved and given mounds of paper work, roughly six weeks' worth.

Six weeks later she was called into a briefing on an international incident involving stolen nuclear warheads. She settled into one of the chairs along with other men and women within the war room and listened taking notes wondering if she'd be able to make a play for this one. Something like this would look good and might even garner a promotion. She wanted it so bad she could taste it.

"Captain Sosa?"

She looked up and then stood, "Yes, sir?"

"You will head this operation. When we finish with the Intel presentation you may pick your team and head out at 0600 hours."

She nodded, "Thank you, sir. I'm honored." She sat back down and shuffled a few things on the small table before her and waited as the presentation began.

They'd returned from a mission bruised but not broken, and Face was starting to regret having left Sosa without another word. Wondering if he could possibly turn that into an advantage, he picked up his phone while grabbing some dinner, and opened with a text message to Sosa: - Who's your favorite towel boy? -

She opened her packet and began to look over the dossier of the incident and those involved as the General at the bottom of the stepped room began. Suddenly an odd noise cut into her concentration… odd but familiar. With a confused look she checked her phone and saw nothing and shrugged, maybe it wasn't her, but as she looked around no one was close enough to her for it to not be hers. Then it hit her. It was THAT phone. She had forgotten it had taken up residence in the bottom of her bag, she fished it out and arched a brow rolling her eyes at the message, "You've got to be kidding me." She muttered to herself and answered back –what do you want, Face?-

-what do I always want?- He shot back. -did you miss me?- he paid for his Chinese take-out and headed back to a safe apartment he'd conned with Murdock. The pilot was out at the moment, probably out at the airport, trying to scam his way into a cockpit. Face grinned and shook his head.

She tucked the phone beneath her thigh on the seat and turned her attention back to what the General was saying and waited. She knew he would answer back; problem was she had no idea what he was up to. It could have an important purpose or just be a Face purpose… she had no idea and neither opinion thrilled her very much at the moment. Sure enough the phone jumped to life beneath her leg a moment later and she snuck a look at it and smirked slightly –Haha. Maybe.- She sat the phone on her lap instead, hoping the fabric of her uniform skirt would make the vibration sound a little less obvious.

-Maybe it's because I didn't give you a good-bye kiss?- Face suggested, as he got home. He found Murdock inside, actually, running around the apartment with his aviator's cap on and a large model airplane in his hand. "Flight Alpha four-niner-niner-two comin' in for a landin'! Whad'ya bring me, Facey?"

"One of the possible involvements in this incident is missing Russian Nuclear Scientist Dr. Miranda Niccolli." Came the General's voice as he showed them a brief picture of her. She had dark hair, looked like a Russian model.

"Why does that name sound familiar…" Charissa wondered out loud to herself as the phone came to life again in her lap and she eyed it and quickly text back –I'll live.- It would've been nice, but she understood the situation.

Face attempted to fend Murdock off of his Chinese take-out and text Sosa at the same time. -maybe a good-bye fuck? still up for that?- he managed to get, as he played keep-away with the bag.

Murdock was clutching the model airplane like a kid, and jumping up to try and get the bag, "Come on Facey, gimme some food!"

She arched a brow at his next text and did her best not to react verbally to it as she worked the name of the Russian scientist over in her mind and shrugged, "What the hell." She text back –Didn't you know a scientist, Dr. Miranda Niccolli at one time?- She ignored his question for the moment trying to piece two and two together. She was a firm believer in work first and fun later.

-Oh yeah I knew her. In the biblical sense. You know, in every way poissible- he teased, finally giving Murdock some egg rolls and being done with it, "And be quiet. I'm on the phone."

"But, you're textin'." Murdock pointed out, using chopsticks. Face used a fork. The pilot decided to punish him for this transgression by jabbing him in the shoulder.

She tapped her pen on the table top as she waited for his reply, the General going on about the good Doctor's last where abouts, who she had been seen with and her suspected takers. Something about it all was off in her mind, but she kept her ideas to herself for now until they were more concrete. She snorted loudly.

"Something wrong Captain?"

She looked up quickly, "No sir. Sorry. Allergies." She stated quickly and rolled her eyes answering back –Surprise. Surprise. And for your question, considering I have no clue where you are, any physical interaction is void.-

-Then it won't mess up your ponytail- Face shot back. -Of course, normally I would undo that first. like to get my hands in your hair. tug a little- He avoided Murdock's curious expression and ate some more beef and broccoli.

"whatcha writin', Facey?"

Her throat tightened just a little at his text –Really. Sex texting? Are we sixteen now?- She pursed her lips to keep from laughing, oh he was cute. She jotted down the fact Face knew this scientist chic and made plans to get more information later on that one.

-it's called sexting, what are you, thirty?- Face wrote. -and why not, all I can think of is your body over mine, hearing your screaming-. Well, now he was. Before, he was thinking of his growling stomach and Murdock's incessant questioning.

She gave a quiet laugh –Sorry. Not everyone is as hip as you.- She closed her eyes for a moment and pushed away the mental images that accompanied the rest of his message –For the record now is not a good time. In a briefing.-

-but now is the best time- Face argued. -you must be bored, just sitting there, your body wasted by being covered up and not naked, squirming on my cock-

Murdock managed to see what Face was writing, "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, Faceman, what are you doin'?"

She knew exactly what he was doing, he was being well… him. She made a face at his next message and groaned, it wasn't an aroused sound but rather an unbelievable sound –Is that all you think about? And I happen to be in uniform. If I remember correctly you like me in uniform.- She had no idea that he wasn't alone, she had no idea of anything of where he was, who he was with, nothing. Well she knew what he was doing to a point but that was it. Such thoughts made her a little nervous… and excited.

-so salute me. I'm saluting you right now. and not with my hands.- Face grinned. Murdock was unpreventably looking over his shoulder, sometimes squealing and covering his eyes. He knew the pilot was just being silly...wasn't he? Surely he wasn't some kind of prude or virgin.

"Faceyyy! That's bad!"

She bit her lower lip and glanced up trying to remember what the General had just said. This wasn't a class room, she couldn't ask the man to repeat himself and not look foolish, she didn't want to mess up her being in charge of this. –Damn it Face.- She text back to him knowing he'd get the message.

Face, thinking she was merely trying to not get hot and bothered, continued. -I think you'd like to see that. Or not see it, whichever you prefer. you can't see it in certain places, but you can sure feel it.-

Murdock gasped and fell away, "Oh my eyes!" He gasped, fanning himself like a southern Belle, "You are not a gentleman!"

-Really now. Care to enlighten me?- She decided to play, the General was just repeating himself now which meant soon they'd be showing the slides of various satellite images taken and security camera shots and whatever else they had gathered.

-you can keep your boots on. and your skirt too. but you have to take your top off. why do you even wear a bra?- Face leaned on an elbow and shoveled some rice into his mouth as he texted, "Murdock, stop whimpering in the corner. We're all adults here."

-I'm wearing heels. The black ones that you like.- She sent back and hid the phone quickly feeling like a school girl passing notes as one of the General's men came by with the image packets and handed her one.

She sent another message once he had moved on –So I stay firm and supple.- She smirked as the lights lowered and she didn't have to hide the phone exactly anymore, just the glow of the screen.

-and I would know. they feel great. and look great. and taste great in my mouth-

"Murdock, come back. I brought dessert." He lifted a small carton of Ben and Jerry's. Murdock was at the table so fast it almost made his head spin.

Her pulse sped just a little as she eyed his message and chewed her lower lip –Must you distract me right now?- She answered back and slid down a little in her seat trying to focus on the slides being shown, her mind and body wanting to anything but right now.

-yes, because I can't fuck you irl.- he pointed out. Murdock was scooping the ice cream into bowls and making huge sundaes, complete with bananas, whipped cream, nuts and a cherry on top. -and god I want to. want to fuck you so hard you can't even scream-

She shivered and crossed her legs at that one and it took her a moment or two before she formed a reply back –I bet if you wanted it bad enough you could find me.- She shot back at him, her eyes filling with fire in the dimly lit room.

-be a challenge- He agreed. -but for now, i want to imagine your squirming. it's more fun. ride me, use me, come for me.- He put his phone down for a minute to cough and adjust his jeans.

Her eyes narrowed slowly and sat up, her mind working now –You know I haven't tasted you in my mouth for years now.- She text back and waited, a smug look on her face as she sat back, her legs still very much crossed however and her heart rate fast.

-I have- Face bit his lip a little, remembering Sosa on her knees in front of him, her lips wrapped around. No, don't think about that. -I have, and you still taste just as sweet as the first time-

-Mmm… you are quite the silver tongued Devil.- She answered back and took a very deep uneven breath –The way you make me feel like I'm going to explode. It's… intoxicating.- She was no longer paying any mind to what was going on in the room around her, she was completely focused on the little screen in front of her and what it would read next.

-you love my tongue, everywhere it goes...down your throat, over your breasts, down your hips and between your legs.- Face texted.

Murdock dropped a bowl.

"If it bothers you so much, quit reading over my shoulder! And gimme that." He took his bowl of ice cream.

She tightened her legs, her mind recalling memories that were not fit for public places. One in particular of him following her into the rest room of a fancy restaurant he had taken her too, trying to do the whole normal date thing which later they figured out just didn't suit them. She remembered how he had pushed her back against the wall and practically ripped her dress apart just to get to her and when he had dropped to his knees and held her back hard against the tiled wall she had screamed so loudly that the cops had been called. They were asked never to return to that place again.

Suddenly it was very warm and she undid the top button her shirt and shifted –There are other things I love more. When you pound into me so hard and fast that I can't even move afterwards.-

-from in front or behind?- He queried, one hand resting on his thigh. -in front? where I can kiss you and watch you slowly lose control and go out of your mind? or from behind, fucking you into a wall, listening to you scream uncontrollably?-

She almost dropped the phone at his answer, "Fuck." She said almost too loudly as the words across the screen made her body temperature rise fast. It was quite a few obvious minutes before she answered back as she rested her free hand beneath the table so she had something to dig her nails into, her own flesh at the moment. –Actually I rather enjoyed when you cuffed me to the bed that one time and showed me who was in charge.- She smirked deviously.

"Kinky." Face said out loud, forgetting for a moment where Murdock was.

The pilot was shovelling ice cream and topping into his mouth, and reading over his shoulder. Another squeal.

"Jesus Murdock! That's cold!"

-when I told you that you were mine, that no one else could have you, that I was going to fuck you until all you could think about was me, until you couldn't remember your own name, just mine as you screamed it over and over?-

Her hand flexed against the fabric of her skirt as she wondered how much damned longer this Briefing was going to go on, she wasn't sure how much more of this she could take. She just about lost it as the reply made her remember that particular night, she had been flirting in front of him again with some yuppie fly boy and she figured she had known what she was doing.

Boy had she been wrong.

Before she knew it she had been stripped naked, handcuffed to her bed as he taunted and tormented her until she almost went mad. Then he had fucked her and fucked her for how long she wasn't sure. She had no idea how her body had kept up with him that night, but she had and each time she came it was harder and longer than the last. –Yes, god yes.- She texted back. She was losing and she knew it now as she struggled not to slip her hand beneath her skirt and pretend it was his.

Face grinned; he knew he was winning. Still, he fought against the urge to undo his jeans. He felt weird sharing an apartment with Murdock, like he was taking care of a little brother. It felt wrong to do something like that...well, if he couldn't get rid of him first, "Stop looking over my shoulder!" -you remember how good that felt...I remember how good you felt, how you came and came and came, I thought you were going to pass out.-

Suddenly the light came back up and she froze, she wondered if her face was a flushed as she feared it was as the General looked straight up at her.

"That's all we have, but if you can acquire anymore intel Captain feel free. We need to get those warheads back and locate Dr. Niccolli."

She nodded very slowly, "Y-y-yes Sir." She swallowed hard.

"Excellent. Dismissed."

Geez Faceman.

Oh, and for the record concerning the placement of the crack fic "Covert Operations" it could fit into the time line of this Series, however it doesn't offically so there are no continuity errors. :) She really doesn't have a clue where he or the rest of the team is and this is the first time they've spoken since the Cruise within our regularly scheduled programing. Also go check the art for this part, it has a little surprise on it. ;)