"Hannibal, I really hate you."

Lt. Colonel John "Hannibal" Smith turned amused blue eyes to his disgruntled second even as an MP handcuffed his hands behind him. Lt. Templeton "Faceman"' Peck was also being handcuffed but unlike Hannibal he was laying face-down in the dirt of an old abandoned farm as another MP pinned him to the ground. They were surrounded by vigilant MPs including Colonel Decker who had paused his gloating to pay attention to this rather unexpected conversation.

"No, you don't," Hannibal replied blithely.

"Yes, I do," was the emphatic reply.

"You're just saying that because you're frustrated and need someone to blame."

"You belong in the VA." The observing MPs' eyes went back and forth between the two as if they were in a tennis match. The soldier pinning Face to the ground sat still atop his prisoner despite the fact Face was squirming violently.

"I don't have the credentials to be a doctor," was the smug reply.

"I didn't mean as a doctor but you're going to need one when I get my hands on you!" Face growled. Then turning his wrath upon the man who was still using him as a chair, "You're going to need one too if you don't get off of me!" The watching MPs jumped at the tone and trained their rifles on Face.

"You might want to get off him," Hannibal suggested in a tone that indicated it was NOT a suggestion. The soldier jumped to comply even before Decker gave him a nod of approval. Face gratefully turned on his side and coughed a little. He glared at Hannibal.

"I still hate you."

"You know you don't mean that."

"Yes I do."

"You have no reason to hate me."

"Your crazy plan almost got me killed, my ribs took a beating for you, my clothes are ruined, we were set up again, and we've been caught again."

"That still doesn't give you a reason to hate me."

"Yes it does."

"Lieutenant, you're not capable of hating me."

"You're crazy," Face grumbled.

"We're all a little crazy," was the flippant reply.

"Don't let BA hear you say that." At the mention of the burly sergeant, Decker snapped out of his daze and whirled on Hannibal.

"Where is Baracus?" he demanded.

"Beats me," Hannibal shrugged with all the innocence he could muster. "Face?"

"I'm not talking to any self-absorbed overconfident colonels anymore today," was the rather sulky answer as Face turned onto his other side to avoid looking at Hannibal, reminding the colonel of a petulant teenager. Decker on the other hand was not amused. No one was sure if Face had directed that comment at Hannibal, Decker, or both but in any case Decker took offense and was furious. He marched over to Face and hauled him to his feet to look at him. Before Decker could open his mouth Face beat him to it. "I hate you because you keep getting me into these kinds of situations." Decker gaped for a minute then went even redder than before. Hannibal feared for a moment the colonel would hurt Face but the timely arrival of BA and Murdock prevented that.

The van burst onto the scene with a hail of automatic fire. The pilot was hanging out the sunroof with a rifle shooting in a wide arch. The MPs scrambled to take cover and return fire while Hannibal and Face made for the van. Murdock flung the side door open for them as BA slowed down. Both leapt inside as quickly as possible, feeling bullets licking at their heels. Once they were in BA stomped on the gas and fishtailed out of the drive way. Murdock filled the MPs' cars full of bullets to stall the inevitable chase. Bullets ricocheted vainly off the van as the A-Team made its escape. Murdock dropped back down and yanked the side door shut before searching Face's pockets for his lock picks.

"Do you still hate me lieutenant?" Hannibal asked merrily as Murdock unlocked his restraints. Face sighed as he glanced around the van.

"No," he finally said. "But I did at the moment." Hannibal let out a short laugh that all but said 'I told you so'. Face rolled his eyes.

"I hate you."