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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[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.