Disclaimer: Hey, guess what? They're not mine. No money made, no worries.

Notes: Just a fill for a prompt (Murdock seduces a woman, and Face realizes he has feelings for the pilot); nothing overtly graphic but if man-love isn't your cup of tea, considered yourself warned.

Enjoy!

It had all gone well.

Too well.

Too well for a team used to the jazz, making some things up on the fly, and scraping through by the skin of their teeth.

Murdock had been tapped to court the socialite—

(That's my job, boss, Face had whined)

—a brunette with bedroom eyes and a curvy, top-heavy frame—

(Recon says she doesn't like blonds, Face, Hannibal had said, she had a bad break-up and doesn't trust 'em anymore)

—and the pilot did so with passion and aplomb that took some of the team—

(Face)

—by surprise.

Murdock was attentive and charming; he said all the right things at all the right times—

(B.A. complained about the fool's stupid prattle coming through the mic)

—and he seduced the young lady right up and into her bedroom, pulling her away from the other guests.

(Quicker than you, Faceman, B.A. chuckled)

(Better watch your place on the team, Hannibal chuckled)

(Face felt sick)

That had been the plan, of course, because the other three members of his team needed time without her noticing her wait staff had grown by three, and those three weren't particularly good at passing out hors d'oeuvres and clearing tables. And if Murdock could coax more information out of the young lady about her father's business, that would be icing on the cake.

B.A. removed his earpiece when Murdock and the young lady took to the stairs; Hannibal did the same when the giggles and breathy words took on a decidedly adult turn.

Face wanted to, knew he should, but found he couldn't.

(Face still felt sick)