With a tired sigh, Amy gladly picked up her purse and walked away from her desk at the newspaper and out the door. It had been a long week; not only had she pulled her normal work schedule, but had spent the last few evenings with the Team going over plans for their next job. As she walked to her car in the parking garage, she became aware of a car following behind her. She quickened her pace as the car pulled up beside her.

"Can I offer a pretty lady a ride?"

Amy stopped and stared. "Face! Don't do that to me! You scared me!"

Face just winked at her as he leaned over and opened the passenger door. "Get in."

Amy stood there for a minute, evaluating her options. "Fine. Have it your way, Face." She slid in the car and shut the door. As Face took off again, she looked over at him. "What's up?"

"Well, Ames, I know you've had a rough month or so pulling some long hours, playing overnight nurse to me, and helping us. I figured I'd repay the favor and treat you to dinner," he smiled at her and hoped she'd go along without much of an argument. "Unless," he quipped, "you have another date night planned in front of the T.V. with your favorite ice cream."

"Face!" Amy reached over and gave him a playful smack on the arm. "At least I don't have to worry about being hit on if I'm home alone."

Face chuckled. He knew he was going to in trouble for what he was about to do, but he couldn't help it. "Hey Ames," he asked her, "did it hurt?" He had made it his personal mission to torment her with bad pick up lines ever since she had drunkenly hit on him and he had asked her for a sponge bath when he was doped up on meds and running that fever.

She looked at him, confused. He couldn't believe she didn't know this one. "Did what hurt?"

"When you fell from heaven." He snuck a look at her from the corner of his eye and was rewarded with a well deserved eye roll. Face enjoyed teasing her and the corny jokes they shared, and from the slight blush on her cheeks, he guessed she didn't mind it either.

"Hey Facey," she managed to shoot back right away. "Do you believe in love at first sight or..."

Face finished it with her as they both said together, "Should I walk by again?"

By this time they were both laughing and Amy couldn't decide if the blatant flirting was real between the two of them or not. They had always enjoyed bantering back and forth, but she just wasn't sure if he was just laying on the charm or if there was any sincerity behind the flirting. As they drove, she decided now was the perfect time to try to get some serious answers from him, especially since there was no way out of a moving vehicle.

"Face?" When Face glanced from the road at her with his eyebrows raised, she continued. "Why Face?" She knew the answer he would give, she knew as much of his background as he would share, but wanted to push him for more.

"Well, darling, it's because the Faceman here can charm anyone out of anything without them even realizing they've been asked, it's just part of the job," Face's wide smile was plastered on his face.

"But why the constant con?" Amy couldn't help digging deeper, the reporter in her wanted to see how far she could go.

Face knew she had him; she knew all about the conned personas, heck, he realized, she often helped run them as his stand-in wife or job partner. "Well, you know I can't let people know who I really am. It's part of the lifestyle." They had pulled into the Italian restaurant by now, but Amy made no move to get out of the Vette and neither did he.

"Face," Amy reached over and touched his arm. "You've been running the con for so long that you don't even know who you are."

"But...but," Face faltered for words for the first time in a long time. "That IS who I am. It's my part of the team." Truth was, he realized, running a good scam for a job gave him as much jazz as much as it did for Hannibal when one of his plans came together.

"Face," Amy's voice was gentle and soothing. "You are who other people want you to be. Maybe you should try just being yourself for tonight." She still had her hand on his arm and locked eyes with him. She swallowed hard, then confessed, "I like the real Face."

"Amy..." Face was surprised to hear a confession like that out of her. "Amy, I don't even know if I know how to be myself anymore."

"I know, Face. I know. And I've figured you out already. You've developed the reputation for liking the finer things in life to compensate for your childhood years. You have the playboy reputation because although you want a relationship, you are too afraid to let anyone other than the Team close because of your fear of rejection. You can't let anyone know what you really do and your past is too painful to discuss with anyone," Amy paused and nervously raised her hand up to his cheek. "Well, I know, Templeton. And none of that scares me." The words shocked even herself, Amy couldn't remember when she had ever been so forthcoming with him.

Likewise, Face was surprised to hear her words. Pleasantly surprised, he realized. He caught her hand in his. "Amy, I've rarely dated a woman more than a few times. but maybe that's because I haven't found one I've connected with as much as I have with you. If you're willing to give this a try," he stopped to kiss her hand, "I'd be honored to spend some time exploring our relationship," his eyes sparkled at her.

Amy noticed the bright blue eyes and the unusually cloudy sky in the windows outside the car. "Hey Face," she suddenly decided she could play his corny pick up line game as she said, "You must have stolen all the blue from the sky and put it in your eyes."

Face leaned in towards her so their faces were nearly touching. "That is so horrible," he whispered. "How about we go with 'Let's commit the perfect crime, I'll steal your heart and you steal mine?', that might have a better chance."

"I can't believe that's going to work," Amy whispered. Face made his move for a kiss that ended up lingering longer than he expected.

Face finally opened his door and got out. After opening Amy's door, he offered her a hand out of the car, a dazzling smile, and a wink. "Well, since we've had a sample of dessert, how about some dinner?"