for @ValeMiller6
"(Y/N), please be careful."
"Templeton, I promise, I'll stay out of as much trouble as I can."
He smiled, pulling you behind one of the pillars backstage. "You know, you're good looking even when you're undercover."
You rolled your eyes, failing to hide a smile. "Oh please, Face. I'm wearing a set of false teeth, a wig that is absolutely hideous..."
His lips met yours and you smiled, pushing him away after a moment or two.
"We're still undercover, remember? Don't want to give ourselves away, now do we?"
It was Face's turn to roll his eyes, and you laughed. "Let's get this client taken care of and then we can go on some fancy relaxing vacation."
He nodded, kissing you once more before flashing you his classic smile and walking back towards where he was supposed to be stationed.
Everything went according to plan, and you were all soon piled into a car and headed towards the van.
As much as you wanted to ignore it, the dancer was flirting mercilessly with Face. It was easy for you to mask how you were feeling - all except in your eyes.
At this thought, there was a hand on your shoulder, and you turned to see Face, giving you a reassuring smile. He could always tell when you tensed, and you appreciated him noticing.
Your relationship had been going on for a few months, and as time went on, your doubts and anxieties about Templeton Peck lessened. He was an extremely attractive con man, but anyone who saw how he looked at you would see that he wasn't available.
The car finally reached the van, and Face took this opportunity to put you in the seat next to him, with his arm around you.
You relished in the dancer's facial expression at this gesture.
The apartment was a shorter ride, and upon arriving, you all settled in, and Face and you were given the first shift on watch.
Soon after the rest of the team was in their rooms, you had changed into more comfy clothes from the disguise costume. Face didn't change much other than loosening his bow tie and reclining in the spinning office chair.
When you turned around, he had positioned a trash bin a few feet away, and had a stack of paper on the bed next to his elevated feet.
"Why, of all things, are you playing basketball at this hour?"
Face didn't respond at first, biting his lip slightly in focus as he made another attempt that didn't make it.
"Oh please," he started, "you're only asking because you know you would lose if you went against me. I'm a pretty good shot." His basket after this statement didn't make it either.
"Oh really? I'll show you, Templeton Peck." You sat across from him on the opposite side of the bed in another chair. He could practically see the wheels turning in your head as you crumpled the paper in your hand. The first one made it in.
"That's just luck." He claimed, but you went a few more times, increasing your distance from the bed as you did, and every shot made it in.
This left Face speechless for a few moments. The smirk you were wearing had an intoxicating effect on him.
"Well, maybe it's just because the angle from that side of the bed is better. Come here, try this side and see if it's really that easy."
You rolled your eyes, the smile immediately returning as you made your way across the room. Sitting down in his lap, Face's arm came around you and you crumpled the paper without breaking eye contact.
He motioned to the trash bin with his free hand, and you kept your eyes on him, pressing your lips gently to his and shot. As soon as he heard the paper hit the bin, he pulled away and looked.
"You have got to be kidding me."
You chuckled, combing through his hair with your fingers.
"I'm going to go brush my teeth, I won't be long."
He smiled as you left the room. The dancer came in at this moment, and after some more fruitless flirting, went into the other bathroom.
You came back out, noticing BA's door was open
"(Y/N), I think you'd better come see this."
You walked in, and the phone tapping machine you had built was flashing a few little lights.
"Remind me how this works?"
You nodded, and showed BA how to open the channel to listening, and demonstrated the translator feature you had just added a few days prior.
After a few minutes, Hannibal and Murdock had also been woken up.
"Hey, what's going on?"
"(Y/N)'s phone device worked - she tapped into a phone call that was just made in the phone booth outside the bathroom window. Our client is not as smooth as she thought." Hannibal said.
Face caught your gaze and you smiled.
"Yet another one of your amazing talents - I'm impressed." Templeton kissed your forehead.
"With the translator, we were able to determine that she was contacting someone and giving them the address to find us here. They know you're the A-Team, and intend on cornering you for something." You stated, referencing the notes you and BA had tried to take, with how fast they had been talking over the phone.
"Well, let's catch her on her way in, keep her quiet, and then we'll make the arrangements to trap whoever it is that's coming." Hannibal pulled out a cigar, and lit it.
"Sounds like a plan." BA smiled, going to pull the guns from his room.
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Just a few hours later, the dancer's location device began to blink. Everyone got into position, and you hid behind where the door would soon be opening. Templeton gave you a facial expression that made you smile, and the lights were turned out.
The intruder entered, and when they made their way to the bed, Face pulled a gun on them and the lights were turned back on.
Just a little while later, this fairly simple job turned into an international safety issue, and as usual, it was up to the A-Team to fix it.
However, your extensive training as a weapons system officer gave the team the advantage - you knew how to deactivate the satellite, but that required getting to it.
In true A-Team fashion, guns and chasing and infiltrating an international embassy and diverting General Fulbright were all involved in the process.
This time, much to your surprise, they sided with Fulbright after he realized they were essential to retrieving and deactivating the satellite, with the fact that Murdock had stayed with the adversary as an inside man. After more guns and Murdock twisting his knee, you all found yourselves in the back of a military truck again, this time headed for prison.
"It's ironic, isn't it? Every time we try to serve our country, we end up behind bars." Face said, scooting you closer to him on the bench.
"You would think that we would eventually be on the right side of the law, even if it was only for a brief amount of time." You said, as Templeton intertwined his fingers with yours.
"Well, it's not that we're on the wrong side of the law, it's that we do the same things they would do, but we don't do things the same way they do it on the right side. Sort of a situational irony, I suppose." Hannibal replied.
"I'm just sorry I didn't get to see you deactivate this thing - that would have been fascinating to watch. Fulbright always just has us in such a rush." Face stated, and you turned to him.
"I'm sure they have someone more qualified and up to date that will be able to deactivate it, Face. Besides, you just want an excuse to watch me work."
Templeton chuckled, kissing your temple. "I suppose you're right, in part I find looking at you fascinating in general. But you are extremely talented and innovative and knowledgeable as well, and that is a whole different level of attractive."
Soon, the vehicle was stopping and there were gunshots. At this, Face pulled you closer to him, shielding you from the door. It was then opened, and you realized the people you had helped with the satellite issue had come to rescue you from the military police.
Face helped you down from the truck, and held your hand as you made your way to the van.
When inside the van, Face pulled you into his side.
"Where did you want to take that vacation, again, my love?" He kissed your ear, making you blush.
You hadn't decided yet, but you had a feeling that it didn't really matter where you ended up as long as you were together.