Title: Ten Things

Author: Billy

Note: Response to a ATSB challenge; Name ten things BA finds in the van after being on a job with the guys. I've counted the ten things in brackets.

Summary: BA clears out his van after a job. Set just after The Rabbit Who Ate Las Vegas.

Ratings: PG

Disclaimer: I don't own the A Team and I've not made a penny from this; I just do it for the jazz!

"Thanks, BA," Amy said, hurrying out of the van. "Story to write," she tapped at her journal, "and I'll check with Sue Beth and Darlene whether Murdock has dropped of Professor Warfel yet."

"Hey, guys! Wait a minute!"

BA had pulled up in the underground parking lot of the LA Courier-Express.

"Sorry, BA, I got a date." Face followed Amy. "If I'm real quick, I won't miss her." He jumped out of the side door, winking at BA and slid the side door closed.

"But your-."

"Yeah, and is that the time," Hannibal glanced at his watch, "I might get to that audition. The Killer Seamonster."

"But-." BA turned to the back of his van and shook his head. "Ah, man."

The remains of the team and their last job was evident. His poor van looked like a bomb had hit it. He got out, grabbing a plastic bag and started to clear the van out. He didn't mind them dropping litter and stuff in the back of the van, rather than out the window. He grimaced. He hated litter bugs. But couldn't they at least take some of their rubbish with them? He started to clear away some of the debris, mostly paper in the van.

He looked under Murdock's chair, and growled. Chewing gum papers, and an old comic, and his bongo, or was it bonzo, glasses and hat, part of his disguise. (4)

Next he looked under Face's chair. The page from the yellow pages, wrinkled up. He straightened it. It had a thick black circle around the florist he'd phoned. BA growled and threw it into the plastic bag. (5)

He went to the back of the van, where Amy had sat most of the time in the van. Normally she was quite tidy but she'd had a couple of costume changes herself. A pen lid, scraps of notepaper wrinkled up. (7)

"Pantyhose!" (8) BA screwed his face up and with his fingers, delicately picked up the pantyhose, keeping them as far away from him as possible and placed them in the bag.

He searched around and found a couple gold chains. His gold chains. One was his favourite, too. Damn, he'd been looking all over for that one. (9)

"That sucker!" BA growled. He'd taken all his gold off to do up the neck of that shirt. Murdock had probably hid them, thought it would be fun. BA growled again. "You'll pay for that, Murdock."

Satisfied he'd cleared the back of the van, he went to Hannibal's seat.

He smiled, picking up the hundred dollar bill. Hannibal had been handing them out like they grew on trees. BA chuckled as he put it in his pocket. That would pay nicely. (10)

He turned the ignition, and drove off to the nearest car wash. The van needed a damn good detail.

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note: detail in the US is Valet in the UK ;O)