I own nothing at all having to do with The A-Team. Not even Billy.

Face's eyes snapped open to the sound of the ringing phone. He was pretty sure he had just fallen asleep minutes before as he blinked twice to clear the fog from his brain before he picked up the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Face! Thank God!" Amy's slurred, hushed voice whispered to him.

"Amy?" Face sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He was awake now. "What's wrong?"

"Um, I kind of, need help," Amy's voice was tinged with desperation.

Face realized her words weren't clear. "Amy, are you drunk?" He was pulling on the clothes he had just removed while trying to figure out what was going on.

"Um...maybe. I met this guy for dinner after work, and it ended up being dinner and drinks and we came back to my place for more drinks and now he won't leave and I don't know what to do and I've obviously had too many drinks tonight and I shut myself in the bedroom but I don't think that's going to last long and Face..."

As if on cue, Face could hear pounding on Amy's bedroom door and an equally drunk sounding male voice yelling to her that if she didn't come out, he was coming in.

Shit, Face thought. "Buy time, Amy. I'll be right there," he slammed the phone down and was headed out the door before he even gave her a chance to respond.

Amy's place was about fifteen minutes away, but between the Vette and little traffic, Face made it in about five. He bounded up the stairs two at a time until he reached her floor. He was going to do the polite thing and knock on her door, but when he heard her yell a very firm, although certainly drunk sounding "Get away from me!", politeness went out the wayside and he kicked the door in.

Before Amy could even acknowledge his presence, Face had jerked her date up off of her and had him against the wall, hand around his throat. "Listen, sleezeball," he snarled. "I do believe she asked you to leave."

Even with Face's hand around his throat, Sleezeball managed to gasp out a drunken "Aw, ease up, man. We were just having a good time. You know how it is, you'd do the same thing."

Face managed to pin the guy to the wall with one arm and run his gun up the creep's leg. "No, I wouldn't. Because, unlike you, I know when to call it quits and what it means when a lady says no. Now you forget she exists and lose her number or you will find yourself without the proper equipment, if you catch my drift." Face pressed his weapon in between the guy's legs to drive home his point. "Understand?"

Wide-eyed at the thought, Amy's former date simply nodded yes. Face held him there for a few more seconds, then gave him a forceful toss towards the open door. Face followed behind, closed the door, and flipped the deadbolt.

He turned to face Amy, who had managed to sit up against the corner of the couch by now. She stared at him trying to comprehend all that had taken place. Face sat beside her and put his arm around her as he eyed her carefully. She didn't appear to be hurt, but was definitely disheveled. Her dress was more out of place than in place, revealing more than what he knew she would be comfortable with had she been sober. "Why don't you go change, Amy."

Amy rested her hand on Face's chest, her fingers tracing little circles on his shirt. "My hero, my knight in shining armor. Wanna stay for a while? Maybe come help me change?"

For the second time in the last half an hour, Face cursed to himself again. He knew the look on Amy's face, he knew it quite well. It was a look he usually took delight in seeing, but not tonight. Not with Amy.

Amy's sly grin turned into an obvious pout when Face moved her hands off his chest. "What Face, you'll chase anyone in a skirt except for me?"

Face eyed her cautiously. At least when he had to deal with a drunk Murdock, he didn't have to worry about being hit on. Usually. "Amy, it's not that." Actually, Face realized as he sized her up in the dress she was in, it was just the opposite. "You're a friend. And drunk. And that makes this," he paused to remove her wandering hands from him again before continuing, "a very bad decision."

Amy didn't put up a fight against him as he helped he stand and directed her to her bedroom. "Now go get changed out of that dress," he ordered. As he watched her half walk, half stumble towards the room, her hand on the wall, he hoped she would reemerge in something decent. He was relieved when she appeared in sweat pants and a tshirt, both of which had seen better days. At least she wasn't going to be driving him crazy in that dress, he thought.

"Stay?" Amy plopped down beside him again on the couch and leaned her head against him. "I'll feel better if you do."

Face covered her up with a blanket from the back of the couch. "What is it with you women and your guilt trips?" He teased her gently as he helped get her situated. "I'll stay as long as you promise to behave yourself, young lady. No more trying to sweet talk the master conman," he chided her. While he would never in a million years try to play Amy, he had to admit to himself that her brazen flirting was getting to him. He would be sure to give her a hard time about it later, he noted.

Amy smiled at him as she patted his cheek. "Thanks, Facey. You're one of the good guys." She gave him an obviously drunken kiss on the cheek before settling in for the night against him. As she closed her eyes, her hand drifted over to where she knew his gun was holstered against him. "Face..." she whispered, "is that a gun in your pocket or are..."

Face cut her off before she could even finish the joke. "Amy," he removed her hand, which took more effort than he thought it would, "you promised you would behave, remember?"

"Sorry, Face," Amy sleepily replied. She settled for falling asleep curled up next to him and soon he was asleep too.

Even though it had been a late night, Face still woke just as the sun started to rise. He checked on Amy by his side and was relieved to see she was out cold. He slipped out from beside her and made sure she was comfortable on the couch before he quietly slipped out of her apartment. He was soon back and silently worked.

It was a few hours later when Amy slowly blinked her eyes open. It took her a few minutes to remember why she was on the couch and not in her bed and what had happened. She sat up, then immediately put set her head in her hands with a moan. Something bright caught her eye on the kitchen counter. She slowly stood and walked over, now she understood what Murdock meant when he said some colors were too noisy, she realized.

Before her stood a large vase filled with all different kinds and colors of flowers. Beside the vase was a new bottle of aspirin, a piping hot thermos of coffee, and a folded up note. She cracked open the aspirin, poured a cup of coffee, and sat down on one of the barstools to read the note.

Amy - Glad you knew you could call me, I'll always have your back. I'll have to teach you how to select better dates in the future. Fixed the lock on the door. Take it easy today, will check on you later. F.