Fins and Fangs

[notthatcrazy]

The team's had a few rough cases lately, and it's finally time to lie low and let the heat die down a bit. Face had managed to scam them a small apartment (he doesn't know how, and he's decided he's okay with that) and it's the first time in months they've stayed somewhere with a cable connection.

Just when you thought it was safe to turn on the Discovery Channel...

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[notthatcrazy]

He impulsively leans over to give him a quick kiss before settling back down in his seat.

"Yeah... we'll be okay."

[notjustaface]

The kiss warms him slightly and he mutters in return; "We'll be back on the couch watching When Sharks Attack 5 in no time."

He hopes. He kind of doubts, but he hopes.

[notthatcrazy]

"Sure we will."

It's a slim hope, but it's enough to get by on for the moment.

[notjustaface]

"Talk to me, babe. You know I worry when you get quiet."

His eyes are locked on their target, but he knows Murdock doesn't need to see his face to know he means it.

[notthatcrazy]

"I'm okay," he promises. "Just nervous."

His attention is still on the sedan as he watches Face out of the corner of his eye. They should probably be used to this by now.

"What do you wanna talk about?"

[notjustaface]

"Don't be nervous..." he murmurs, leaning over to brush a kiss to his temple.

"Talk about anything you want, man... I'm here for you."

[notthatcrazy]

"I know."

He leans into the kiss, still keeping an eye out for trouble.

"Assuming we get out of this okay, you wanna go out somewhere?"

He's hoping they won't have to run for it, though in their lives that's always a high likelihood.

[notjustaface]

A little bristly a the thought of them not getting out okay, Face replies a little curtly: "Sure, whatever you want."

[notthatcrazy]

He pulls back, a little stung by the mild rebuke.

"Maybe a food run? I think BA finished off the Cocoa Puffs this morning."

It's always a little dicey, stocking up on provisions when they're never in one place long enough to really get settled. But hell, sometimes a guy just needs sugary cereal.

[notjustaface]

The longer they wait, the more he's sure Hannibal's packing their bags to get them out of town before sunset. But it's a possibility.

"I think we can manage that."

[notthatcrazy]

A distinct possibility, as the car comes ever closer, but one he's trying not to think about.

"Think the boss lined up another job yet?"

Most of Hannibal's downtime is spent on the internet trying to find someone desperate enough to hire four fugitive ex-Rangers.

[notjustaface]

Face shakes his head, "He's still looking for a big government job."

They're close to proving their value, or at least Hannibal seems to think so. Face isn't so sure it's even possible for them to earn a pardon.

[notthatcrazy]

He sighs. Slim possibility of pardons aside, he'd rather work for the little guys. They need the help more.

"You think he's seen us yet?"

The car's still making slow sweeps of the street.

[notjustaface]

Face shakes his head, slumping back against the seat. "Not yet."

They will, he's sure, if they don't move soon.

"We'll move soon."

[notthatcrazy]

He nods, managing a small smile.

"Just say the word and we'll be gone."

[notjustaface]

His frown lingers a long moment before he asks; "What about those little sharks?"

It's a distraction tactic, killing time as the moment gets closer.

[notthatcrazy]

He needs the distraction. He squeezes Face's hand before launching into a slightly rambling monologue about a rare species of dwarf shark only found in the Caribbean.

"Ya gotta hand it to sharks," he muses. "They're survivors."

[notjustaface]

"We all are..." he murmurs, turning to offer a fond smile as the sedan passes by them.

"Shit... we gotta make a run for the border, brother. I'll fire up the radio you get us out of Dodge."

[notthatcrazy]

He doesn't waste time asking why he's suddenly talking like a professional wrestler, but simply puts the van in drive to make their escape.

"Could be worse, I guess."

[notjustaface]

He'll blame lack of sleep and Shark Week if pressed, but he's a lot more worried about radioing the situation into Hannibal as the van cuts toward their bug out spot.

"Oh yeah, worse than being on the run with Feds breathing down our necks..." he mutters under his breath, forcing a frustrated half smile when Hannibal calls back the confirmation that they're going to acquire a car and meet them at the warehouse they'd scouted a week before.

"You know, at least in prison I had a chance to work on my tan."

[notthatcrazy]

They're together and they're safe... for now. He doesn't say it out loud, though. Saying it means acknowledging the very real fact that it could all change in an instant. Instead, he pats his hand awkwardly as they continue to head for the hills.

[notjustaface]

Safe is questionable, together... at least for the time being.

Forcing himself to relax, Face tosses the radio back on the dash and settles back into the seat with a low sigh. It's never going to be over, he thinks, there won't ever be a time where they aren't running or hiding.