A/N: At long last. Here's the epilogue. If I have any loose ends, please let me know! Reviews appreciated :) Thanks guys for following the ride!

Everyone noticed how quiet and morose Murdock was as they left Switzerland and flew back to LA. The normally hyper pilot had barely said a word for the entire trip. Even B.A. seemed uneasy about the silence.

Face believed he found the answer when it hit him over the head.

"Decker," he said.

Hannibal jerked. "Where?"

"What? No, not here. I meant that Decker's still at the V.A. hospital. Once we land, that's what Murdock will have to go back to."

Hannibal narrowed his eyes. "I see."

"Hannibal, we've got to do something about this- if he's still stubbornly hanging around-"

"Oh, don't worry," Hannibal said, a glint appearing in his eyes. "I've got an idea."

They spotted Blue Gordon almost immediately as they exited the airport. He reclined against a low sedan, but the dark blue suit and rusty mustache were unmistakable.

"Gentlemen," he greeted.

"Hey, Blue," Murdock mumbled.

"What do you want?" Hannibal halted, cautious.

"To thank you," Gordon said honestly. "No need to be so wary around me, Colonel- we're not the bad guys."

Murdock grunted and looked away.

Gordon eyed him until the pilot met his gaze. Some sort of unspoken message- an apology, maybe?- passed between them. Whatever was conveyed, it mollified Murdock.

"It's a job like any other," Hannibal resumed. "Except we didn't get paid this time."

Gordon held up a finger. "That is the second reason why I am here." He withdrew an envelope from inside his suit and handed to Hannibal, who passed it to Face. "While the Company may not approve of such funds, I am sympathetic towards your plight. This is from my own bank account, and is quite untraceable."

Face finished counting the money and looked up. "$23,000."

Murdock whistled. "Man," B.A. breathed.

"This way you can stay low for a while," Gordon said. "I hope it helps."

Hannibal grinned. "It certainly does. B.A., why don't you and Murdock head out to the van? Face- keep that money close, too. We'll catch up."

A bit unsure, but not deigning to question, the three men exited.

"What is it, Colonel?" Gordon asked.

"Now before you get any wrong ideas, I do appreciate the money, I do," Hannibal said. "And I'm not the greedy type, either. But it would be wonders of help if you could do us a little favor."

"I can't get your pardons," Gordon said softly.

"Hm? Well, it's not that, actually. You see, we've got a teensy bit of a problem over at the V.A…"

Decker had rarely been so furious in all his life. Granted, the taunts of a narrowly-escaping Hannibal Smith came close, but this time felt like he was repeatedly running into a brick wall.

Captain Murdock had been gone for over a week and, for all search purposes, seems to have vanished into thin air.

So for a week Decker flew around the hospital and greater LA in a rage. Where was he? He'd demoted the man who let him out, but after that the trail went cold. Was he with the A-Team? Were they on a mission? Was he coming back?

Infuriatingly, the hospital staff didn't seem to think much of it.

"He'll turn up eventually," they kept saying, as nonchalant as cats.

Didn't make Decker any happier.

So when one of his sergeants radioed in that Murdock and another man had just turned up in the hospital's lobby, Decker practically teleported there.

"Captain! I want a good explanation for why-" Decker stopped short.

Murdock was hanging upside-down by his knees from the slow-turning ceiling fan. When the rotation brought him face-to-face with Decker, he puffed a small 'pah' of air into his face. Decker blinked in surprise, and Murdock winked at him as the rotation spun him away.

Leaving Murdock to the nurses and orderlies, he found the sergeant who'd radioed him. "Is the man who brought Murdock back still here?" He fully expected Peck to have left once his job was done, but trusted his men to detain him.

"Yes sir, he's right over there." The sergeant pointed.

Decker turned, and was once again surprised. That wasn't Templeton Peck. It wasn't even Hannibal Smith. Frowning, he walked over to the man in the blue suit.

"I'm Colonel Decker. You're the one who brought back H.M. Murdock?"

The man lifted a rust-colored eyebrow. "That's one way of putting it. You and I need to have a talk."

"Now, listen, not just anybody can sit down with me and 'talk', I have very important-" As he spoke, the man rolled his eyes and pulled out an ID from his suit.

Decker stopped talking as he read the badge.

"So, if we may move this conversation to your office," the man suggested.

Grudgingly, Decker complied.

When they were in his temporary base and shut the door, Decker got straight to business. "Listen, Agent, ah, Gordon. This is under military jurisdiction and I'm in charge of containing Captain Murdock-"

"Actually, you aren't," Gordon interrupted.

Decker narrowed his eyes. "Excuse me?"

"You are to remove your men and all other forces in the area out of the hospital by tomorrow evening." Gordon dropped some papers on his deck.

"Why?" Decker demanded.

"To put it bluntly, sir," Gordon replied sharply. "You're a major security risk. We can no longer have your presence threatening the cover of one of our operatives."

"Security risk?" Decker repeated. "Cover… what, you mean Murdock?"

Gordon was not amused. "Agent H.M. Murdock is one of our most deeply undercover operatives. Naturally, he risks serious exposure when the military is crawling all over him. The CIA orders you to pull out… or suffer the consequences."

Decker suddenly had to sit down. "Captain Murdock is a CIA agent?" he muttered incredulously to himself.

"If you repeat anything I have said in here, it will be the last thing you ever do," Gordon said seriously.

"So that's why he keeps disappearing from the hospital?" Decker muttered.

"He's still an active agent. Naturally we use him for assignments. However, your community watch hampers pulling him out into the field by an," Gordon licked his lips, "unacceptable degree."

Decker nodded absently. His jawed worked as he tried to think of what to say. "I…"

"You could say 'yes sir'," Gordon prompted.

Decker snapped his head up and rose. "Fine, Agent Gordon," he rumbled. "My men will be out by 1600 tomorrow."

"Good." Gordon turned on his heel. "And we will expect no more trouble from you, Col. Decker, where Agent Murdock is concerned."

"None," Decker forced himself to say.

"Excellent. Good day." Gordon swept out of the room before anyone could say another word.

Decker sat dejectedly in his office before going back down to the hospital lobby. He waited in the elevator, and when the doors opened he was greeted to wide, grinning, brown-eyed face.

"Bye, bye, Grumpy," Murdock cooed chirpily at him as the orderlies led him away. A deranged howl sounded from around the corner a moment later.

Decker stared down the hall where they disappeared for a long, long time.

"The CIA? Murdock?"