"I can't. He... Saunders, he confessed to me. I have to talk to the police. Go to court."

"Amy." Face glanced at Decker.

"I know." She nodded, and gulped, knew there was a chance she could end up in trouble. If not over this, then Decker had plenty of other charges he'd love to pin on her. "I know. And if I have to I'll give evidence wearing one of those nice orange boiler suits." She laughed, a crazed edge to the sound. "Do you think orange is my colour?"

They had to understand. The team couldn't give evidence. Decker hadn't heard Saunders say anything compromising enough. While there might be other evidence here, or wherever he lived in the city, a witness was the best thing the DA could have.

"I have to stay." She said it more quietly this time and right to Face, who stood in front of her. He nodded, but didn't speak. Hannibal did.

"Decker. You go after her and we're going to have a little role reversal situation going on. You're the one who'll be looking over his shoulder for us. You understand me?" Decker scowled at him, didn't answer. "I'll take that as a 'yes, Colonel'."

He turned to Amy and for a moment, she saw pain in his eyes before he pasted on a smile and put a hand on her shoulder. "Take care, kid. I won't say goodbye, because we'll meet again. I know it."

She hugged him. "I hope so. Thanks, Hannibal. Thanks for letting me be part of the team."

Murdock almost shoved Hannibal aside to get at her and he made no attempt to hide the pain on his face. "Thought we were going to be the new full-timers together." He hugged her tight. "Won't be the same without you. Won't be the same anyway I guess, but it won't be the same in a different way than I thought. Oh man!"

"Goodbye, Murdock. You'll be great. Just try not to drive BA too crazy."

"Not much chance of that," BA said, muscling Murdock aside, to lift Amy off her feet as he hugged her. "You be strong, Amy. You need us, you holler. We'll hear you wherever you are."

"Thanks, BA. Been great to know you."

"You talk like you're never going to see us again," Face said as BA stepped away from Amy. Face took both her hands in his.

"I might not."

"Well, um. You'll be sure to put that bastard away for good."

"I will."

He took her in his arms then and spoke quietly. "Thanks for believing in me. If you hadn't... if you hadn't found all that evidence... Just... thanks."

"That's what friends are for." She laughed. "Friends and investigative journalists."

"I can't think of a better combination. You take care." They broke the hug, but she kept her hands on his arms.

"Well, just in case we don't see each again..." She took him by surprise, moved in close again and stretched up to kiss him on the lips. He gasped and then she felt him smile and respond. Not for too long, since she heard Hannibal clear his throat in a meaningful way. That made her want to laugh. She'd been on the outside watching that lots of times, how different to be the one Face had to be pulled away from. Stepping back, she blushed. "Sorry, I was just... curious."

"Curious is good." Face turned towards the car, then turned back to her just for a moment and winked. "I always wondered too."

Then they drove out of her life. BA at the wheel, while the other three leaned out of the windows and waved until the car vanished into the darkness. Amy sighed and hung her head. She knew, despite what Hannibal said, that she would probably never see them again. That hurt, but still she couldn't help but smile as she thought about what they'd all been through together.

Hell of a ride.

A bout of throat clearing from Decker made her turn to him.

"Need a throat candy, Colonel?"

"No." He made a sour face. "Perhaps the empty bag though."

She grinned. God, she felt so high and buzzed. Jazzed. Surviving being kidnapped by a murderer must have that effect. She suspected she'd have a different reaction later.

"Don't be like that, Colonel. It's all over and now you and I get to make a deal."

His eyes narrowed. "What kind of deal?"

"The kind where I don't go to jail and you get to be a great big hero."

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Detective Turner shouted at a passing uniform.

"Get me a car, now!" He had to get over to a hotel there'd been some sort of disturbance at overnight. It looked like the A-Team was involved. "Has that jerk Decker come in yet?"

The man didn't answer and Turner looked up to yell at him some more, but found he was standing staring. No gaping. When Turner looked at him, the officer pointed.

"Here he comes now."

Turner stared too. Decker marched - definitely marched - through the squad room. A cuffed and battered looking man Turner didn't recognise walked at his side, Decker's hand clamped on his arm, dragging him along. A woman walked at his other side, a little behind him, not able to keep up. It took Turner several seconds to recognise Amy Allen.

She looked terrible. The red dress she wore was all torn up and dirty, her make up was smeared and her eyes blackened with rubbed off mascara. Her hair, now blonde for some unfathomable reason, hung limp and tangled. Her feet were bare.

She was smiling.

Decker approached Turner's desk as the people in the room stood aside for him. The Colonel's face wore an even more granite-like scowl than usual. Turner stood up as Decker arrived at the desk.

"What the hell is this, Decker?"

Decker slammed his prisoner face down onto Turner's desk, scattering its contents.

"This," Decker growled, poking the man in the back, "is what's known in court as 'the defendant'." He pointed at Amy who had flopped into a chair with a sigh of relief. "She is what's known as 'the chief witness for the prosecution'."

Decker frowned around at the staring faces surrounding him, and then he glanced at Amy.

"I suppose I'd better start in the paperwork. Would you like some coffee, Miss Allen?"

"Colonel, right now, I'd have your baby in exchange for a cup of coffee."

"Right," Decker glared around again. "I'll get it and perhaps I'll find a broom and sweep the floor too, as it appears that I'm doing everybody else's job around here."

He marched off in the direction of the break room. Turner stared after him then looked at Amy. She smiled up at him and spoke.