Love Conquers All

Maggie Sullivan was sitting in the living room of her house reading the local newspaper when the phone rang, so she picked up the phone after two rings.

"This is Dr. Sullivan."

"Hello Maggie, its Dr. Taylor. I've got your test results."

"Well Ed, are you going to tell me, make me wait here in suspense or absorb them through osmosis over the phone?" Maggie said excitedly.

"Your tests came back positive, Maggie so you're about five to six weeks pregnant if you're right about the date of your last period. Maggie, I hate to pry into your personal business, but I need to ask since you're not married and a good friend of mine, who's the father?"

"Ed, you're right it's personal and none of your business."

"Maggie, I've known you for a long time and you're my friend. Heck we went to medical school and the hellhole of Vietnam together. I just want to make sure that this guy, whoever he is will do what's right."

"Don't worry Ed, he will. I know he will because he's that type of standup guy and about as honor bound as you can get. He went through the hellhole of Vietnam as well Ed, but in the mud as a green beret." Maggie said. Now I just have to get a hold of him to tell him, she thought.

"He's a Vietnam vet and a green beret to boot. If you say so, I sure hope he'll do the right thing. OK Maggie. I want to see you again in about a month for a check up, say around the 23rd at 9 a.m."

"Thanks for caring, Ed and pencil me in for the date because I'll be there, so see you on the 23rd."

"Goodbye Maggie. Take good care of yourself. Normally after giving someone the news about having a baby I go over the dos and don'ts, but I won't give you that boring lecture because you already know what you have to do. You give the exact same lecture to your own patients, so I won't bore you with it or run up my telephone bill with stupid details. So, I'll just leave it at that, Maggie."

"Goodbye Ed."

Maggie hung up the phone and dialed the number Hannibal had last given her for an emergency contact number. After about the tenth ring, she hung up the phone wondering where he might be. Guess he's not there, she thought. Then she tried the number of the mobile phone in the van and got an operator message they couldn't connect with the number. She started to worry a little bit, but it wasn't unusual in these mountains for signals to not get through, so she'd just have to try again later.

Maggie was heading into the kitchen to fix herself a small dinner when she heard a violent knocking coming from her front door. She rushed to the door and opened it to see Face standing there, holding Hannibal up beside him and fell immediately into doctor mode.

Hannibal's left shoulder was covered in blood and there was a large hole in the front of his blood-covered jacket. He was pale and barely conscious, but still on his feet and aware of his surroundings. "Hi ya Maggie, mind if we drop in?" Hannibal drawled, pain filling his voice.

"What in the hell happened to you? Like I can't already tell you did it again. Where are the other two? Are they ok?" Maggie asked as she stepped to the side to let them through the door.

"Yeah Maggie, they're okay. They had to take care of a couple of things, you know make sure the bad guys say secure until the cops can pick them up, so I brought Hannibal on in. He's lost a lot of blood while we were getting here. Do you have his type on hand?" Face asked.

"Help him in to the surgery, Face and lay him down on the table. I'll give the local hospital a call and have a couple of units of his type sent over by courier to expedite things since I know his blood type from so much practice and at least he has a more common blood type than BA and I don't have to pull teeth to get it. You'd think I'd get used to this since he shows up on a regular basis hurt in one way or another." Guess I'll have to wait for a while to tell him the news, Maggie thought. He's not in any kind of shape to take on that little bit of information. Right now I have to save his life and take care of him until he gets back on his feet.

"Right doc." Face said as he helped Hannibal to the back and he was leaning on Face very heavily for support as his legs were visibly shaking underneath him from shock and it wasn't going to be too much longer before his legs gave out completely. Face got Hannibal there just in time before his legs totally gave out and when they did he started leaning against the side of the table and sliding down to the floor. Face caught him and laid him down on the table as Maggie followed them into the room.

"Face, help me get his jacket and shirt off, will you?" Maggie said as she put the oxygen mask over Hannibal's nose and mouth to support his breathing as he looked up at her weakly and flashed his famous lopsided grin of his at her. She pushed the hair out of his eyes and smiled back at him, trying to give him some comfort and strength.

"Sure, doc. I'll do anything you need me to do to help." Face said as he moved to cut Hannibal's shirt and jacket off.

"Has he been unconscious for any length of time Face?"

"NO. He stayed on his feet and kept shooting during the firefight until it was over. We didn't even know he'd been shot until after the situation had already calmed down and we saw all the blood. He kept on yelling orders at us over the mayhem. He's going to be alright, isn't he Maggie?"

"Yeah, Face. I think you got him here in time. Why don't you go in the other room and wait? I'll call you if I need you." Maggie said as she took Hannibal's blood pressure and started a saline I.V. in his good arm to start getting fluids into him in a hurry and gave him a sedative/painkiller to sedate him for surgery. Maggie made a quick call to the hospital to have a couple of units of blood sent over to stabilize his blood pressure. After the call she started another I.V. line to start a plasma infusion until the blood arrived to raise his blood pressure because she needed him stable and unconscious before she started any kind of surgery to remove the bullet from his shoulder.

She waited several minutes for the sedative to take effect and checked Hannibal's blood pressure and found it satisfactory enough and make sure he was asleep before she began her work. Maggie probed the wound, clamped off the bleeders, got the considerable bleeding stopped and found the large slug she removed it, then closed and stitched the wound. Maggie put a drain in the wound, heavily bandaged it and put Hannibal's arm in a sling immobilizing it to his waist. When the courier arrived from the hospital, she signed for the package and replaced the plasma infusion with a unit of whole blood. She checked his vital signs again and found them somewhat stable, so she went in the other room to let Face know Hannibal was out of danger for the time being.

When Maggie entered the front room of her house, she was met by three sets of extremely concerned eyes. She'd been so intent on saving Hannibal's life she hadn't realized BA and Murdock had entered the house because the opening and closing of the front door always caused the house to shake on the crawlspace like a small earthquake and she hadn't felt it.

"How is he doc?" Murdock asked, his concern evident on his face.

"He's asleep right now, Murdock. He's going to be fine and he's just going to have to take it easy for awhile."

"Thanks Maggie. Anything we can do to help?" Face asked.

"Yes Face, there is. You can help me move him into the bedroom in a little while, so I can make him more comfortable. Then you guys need to get some rest yourselves because you won't do him or me any favors by getting underfoot. I only need one patient to take care of right now. Okay? I know you guys are worried about Hannibal, but he needs peace and quiet for a few days, just like every other time he's been in that bedroom hurt."

"Okay Maggie. You've got yourself a deal." Murdock said tiredly.

"I'm going to stay with him in the surgery for a little while longer to make sure he stays stable enough to move. I'll come in and let you guys know when it's ok, so why don't you flake out for a while and relax. I think that's how Hannibal puts it, isn't it?"

"Yep doc that's exactly how he puts it." Face said, smiling. Boy, he thought she sure is getting to know Hannibal pretty good in a lot of ways.

"After we get him situated and comfortable I need for you guys to get some rest, that's an order."

"Yes ma'am." Murdock said, giving her a mock salute as she left the room headed towards her clinic, once there she looked at Hannibal's pale and ashen face and noted how tired and drawn he looked. There were dark circles under his eyes from not enough sleep and a lot of worry. She moved to his side and picked up his right wrist to check his pulse and found it weaker than normal, but at least it was steady. She put his hand back down to his side, checked the drip on his IV and after checking the rest of his vital signs, she stepped back from the table and watched him breathe for a few moments making sure he was breathing without any difficulty and thinking to herself. She moved closer to the table and brushed a lock of silver hair from Hannibal's eyes and picked up his limp hand squeezing it gently and whispered softly to him, "Gee Hannibal, what are we going to do now? You can't keep this up dear, attracting bullets the way you do, you're going to kill yourself one of these days and you're going to be a father soon, you big oaf. You need to slow down a little bit, so you'll live longer."

Maggie pulled up a comfortable chair and sat down while holding Hannibal's good hand, wishing things could be different and they could have a semi normal life together, but taking into account who she was with and his need for action, smart mouth, penchant finding trouble anywhere and tweaking the nose at the enemy.

Maggie returned to the front room thirty minutes later. "OK guys, let's move him to the bedroom very carefully."

BA and Murdock got up and helped Maggie transport the unconscious Hannibal into the spare bedroom, while Face turned down the bed and after getting him moved and made comfortable, Maggie turned and faced the rest of the team.

"OK, you guys find someplace around the house and crash." Maggie said as she glanced at the three men in front of her. They looked so tired and so worried about Hannibal. "I'll stay with him for awhile. I need to monitor him to keep an eye on his blood pressure and breathing."

"Sure you don't want a break, doc?" Murdock asked, concerned. "One of us can watch the colonel for you."

"No, that's ok Murdock. I think I've had more rest lately than you guys and you all look like you could use some sleep, along with some peace and quiet." Maggie said and then added. "When was the last time any of you slept? Hannibal looks like he hadn't slept in days. He has dark circles under his eyes and looks like he'd lost quite a bit of weight since I saw him a couple of weeks ago because his ribs are showing."

"He hasn't slept in several days, Maggie. He's been up at least three days straight on this mission; keeping an eye on the punks we were after and on the set of his last movie for several days before that. They didn't finish shooting until 2-3 in the morning and he had to be back on the set in costume at 6am, so he didn't get a whole lot of rest, if any before set call. The director and the producer were in a rush to get this movie in the can on time and under budget and you know how those vultures in Hollywood are and they just ran everyone in the cast and crew into the ground, including Hannibal." Face replied.

"No wonder he looks so tired and worn out, Face and lost so much weight. I bet he didn't have the time to eat much with you or at the set, did he?" Maggie asked.

"I don't know about on the movie set, Maggie, but probably not much since they have to take the suit off for him to eat or use the bathroom and they were in such a rush, the director probably didn't give him a break to eat or pee. I bet he had to hold it all day until they pried him out of the suit. As for with us, all I remember him doing is drinking coffee, I never saw him eat anything the entire three days." Face turned to BA and Murdock, "Did you guys see Hannibal eat anything?" Both men shook their heads no.

"There's you answer, Maggie."

"They didn't let him pee all day. Assholes. I'm glad he doesn't have a bladder or kidney infection on top of being shot. Okay guys. OUT. He needs to sleep and so do you, so out." Maggie stated.

"I think we'll head out and get some rooms at the motel, Maggie. So we'll be out of your way." Face said.

"Why? I have plenty of room here. You guys don't have to leave." Maggie stated.

"I think it would be better for you and Hannibal if we stayed somewhere else and kept it quiet around here." Face said, eyeing Murdock and BA. "It's just in case the Army gets word we're here, so we can lead them away and keep them away from Hannibal until he's better. It's just a precaution, Maggie."

"Okay, Face. Make sure you guys get some rest too and I have him sedated so he'll be asleep until tomorrow."

"We'll be back in the morning, Maggie. You get some rest yourself."

"Don't worry about me, Face. I will." Even if I have to sleep next to Hannibal's bed in a chair like I normally do, Maggie thought.

Face gave Maggie a quick hug and left the house with Murdock and BA following close behind him. The doctor went to the window and watched them leave and barely heard Murdock say something about Billy getting hungry and saw BA scowl at Murdock in the distance. Maggie smiled at the interplay between Murdock and BA. Things never change, she thought as she chuckled to herself and went back to Hannibal's bedside.

The next morning Maggie awoke as she predicted in the chair next to Hannibal's bedside, her head lying in the crook of her arm next to Hannibal's right shoulder. She got up and stretched, checked Hannibal's vital signs and found them much stronger than the night before. She changed his IV bag and satisfied he was making very good progress; she decided to take a shower before the rest of the team arrived at the house.

Maggie took a long, hot shower to relax her aching muscles from long night of sleeping upright in a chair and changed into fresh clothes. She had a lot to talk to Hannibal and the team about when Hannibal woke up from the sedatives and she wasn't quite sure how she was going to break the news to him that she was pregnant and he was going to be a father soon. Boy, she thought, the guys are going to give him a lot of extra ribbing for this little bit of news when they found out. Face especially, since Hannibal loves to climb all over him so much about his ever-changing love life. Now it's going to be Hannibal's turn in the crosshairs. Maggie smiled at that thought. But, Hannibal's going to have to start taking better care of himself, like eating regular meals and stopping the smoking if this child's going to have a father for a long time. I have to take it one step at a time because I have to tell him first, Maggie thought.

After she got out of the shower and dressed, Maggie went into the bedroom to check on Hannibal and found his brilliant blue eyes open and looking at her. "Morning, Maggie. I'm sorry about all this." Hannibal said quietly. "It's not quite what I had in mind about spending time in the bed the next time I saw you."

"That's ok, you big oaf. I'm just glad you're going to be okay. You had us all worried sick about you. You lost a lot of blood and your shoulder is all torn up. That was a large caliber slug I took out of you, Hannibal and it did a lot of damage. So you're going to be off your feet and taking it easy for a few weeks, but you're going to be fine thank goodness." Maggie said while checking his pulse and she bent down to kiss him on the forehead.

Hannibal looked up at her, smiled, took her hand in his right hand and kissed it. "Thanks Maggie, for everything. What did I ever do to get someone as special as you?"

"Awwww Hannibal. I'm nothing special." Maggie said blushing.

"You are to me, little lady."

Maggie thought for a minute, she wasn't going to be little for very much longer. Now was a good a time as any. "Hannibal, I've got something we need to talk about, but as your doctor I don't think you're really ready to hear what I have to say." Maggie said seriously.

Hannibal saw her serious look and got very concerned, "Maggie, I feel fine. What is it? Is there something wrong, honey?"

Maggie saw Hannibal getting worked up and with his medical condition he didn't need any excitement at the moment, "No Hannibal, nothing's wrong." Maggie soothed, taking his hand. "I just need to tell you something. Are you sure you feel up to it? It's not the way I wanted to tell you with you flat out on your back. It will change your life."

"Change my life? How? Maggie, what is it? Tell me!" Hannibal exclaimed as his heart beat faster and worked himself up despite Maggie's reassurances nothing was wrong.

Maggie needed to calm him down, so she scooted her chair up as close to the bed as she could and took his good hand in both of hers. "Hannibal." She said as she gazed into those intense blue eyes of his. "I'm pregnant. You're going to be a father, honey."

At first Hannibal looked at her, dumbfounded. He was at a loss for words for the first time in his entire life and he just couldn't find his voice. He looked from her face to her belly and the back again and as what she said finally sunk in and the words came to him, he smiled. "You're pregnant!"

Maggie nodded.

"I'm going to be a father."

Maggie nodded again.

"When did you find out? How far along are you?"

"I found out yesterday, right before you showed up at my front door all shot up. I tried to call you so I could tell you, but I couldn't get a hold of you. I'm about five to six weeks along. So, I have a pretty good guess on when you knocked me up, Hannibal."

"Five or six weeks. That would be around the time of my birthday party on December 7th." Hannibal said.

"Yep. That's my guess too. You sure you feel okay, Hannibal? You're still weak from the blood loss and it's a bit of a shock." Maggie asked.

"Yeah, Maggie. I feel great, well as great as one can feel after being shot. I'm going to be a father." Hannibal said, forgetting his pain and beaming from ear to ear. "Now, if we could just get the military off my back, everything would be fantastic."

"We'll deal with that later, Colonel John Smith. Do you want to tell the guys or have me tell them?"

"How about we both tell them, Maggie. It's going to be quite a shock to them."

"I think your reputation is shot, colonel dear."

"I can live with that."

Tell us what, Hannibal?" Face asked as he peeked in the bedroom door after hearing Hannibal's voice.

Murdock pushed past Face into the room, "Good to see you awake, colonel."

"Thanks Murdock." Hannibal said, still smiling from ear to ear. He didn't know quite how to tell the guys he was going to be a father. When he did, he knew he was going to take a lot of extra ribbing from them since he had the first-born child of The A-Team.

"Now Hannibal, what do you need to tell us?" Murdock asked as BA came over to stand beside Murdock.

"Well guys. I guess I'd better just tell all of you straight out and I just found out myself a few minutes ago. Maggie's pregnant. I'm going to be a father." Hannibal stated proudly.

"Gee Hannibal, that's great." Murdock said, stepping forward with a flourish and grabbing Hannibal's good hand and shaking it vigorously.

"Easy Murdock. Easy with him. He's still weak and bed ridden." Maggie said.

"Sorry Hannibal."

"That's okay, Murdock. I understand. You just got a little excited with the news, but just be careful with him, okay?" Maggie said smiling. Murdock turned around and gave Maggie a big hug.

"Thanks Murdock."

"Gee whiz, Hannibal's going to be a father the poor kid." Face said with a smile on his handsome face. "The first born child of The A-Team."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Face. I seem to have done a pretty good job with you once I had a hold of you." Hannibal said as Face gave Maggie a hug, then turned and winked at Hannibal. "You know what, Hannibal. You'll be a great father, but what are you going to do about the Army or any mission? Maggie can't raise this child all by herself, you'll have to stay here most of the time to help her."

"I don't know yet, Face. We just have to take this one step at a time and cross that bridge when we come to it. Right now, I have to get back on my feet first."

"Well, Hannibal. That's going to take a few days if not a few weeks and you need to get some rest first. You ran yourself into the ground before you got shot, so it's bed rest for you for the next few days, Colonel Smith." Maggie ordered as she stood there, hands on her hips, dark eyes staring into his blue ones just daring him to say otherwise. "If you try to get up, I'll have BA sit on you and tie you to your bed and then I'll sedate you to keep you there."

Since he knew Maggie wasn't going to back down, given his medical condition Hannibal consigned himself to spend at least the next day in bed. He was really tired and sleep with some time alone to think about what just happened sounded like a good enough plan to him for the time being. "Okay Maggie. Okay." Hannibal said, raising his good hand above his head. "I give up. I'll stay right here as long as you stay with me, little girl."

"Now Hannibal, behave yourself will you. I do have other patients."

"What other patients?" Hannibal said, needling her on.

"You know what I mean, Hannibal."

"Yeah, honey. I do." Hannibal said tiredly as he turned to the rest of the team. "Guys, why don't you take off and head back to LA. I guess I'll be sticking around here for the next few days." Hannibal said, eyeing Maggie. "I'll call you when I'm up and around."

"Okay colonel." Face said. "We'll head on back, take Murdock back to the VA and call you later."

"Thanks Face."

Murdock patted Hannibal on his good shoulder. "Get some sleep, colonel because you're going to need it and in a few months you won't be getting any at all, so take care of yourself, please."

"I will, Murdock. I'm sure Maggie will make sure of that." Hannibal said, winking at Murdock. Hannibal was wondering when Face was going to start in on him about being a father. Guess he's going to wait till I'm up and around, he thought.

As the guys left the room, Hannibal heard a small snort from Face. "Hannibal's going to be a dad, gee whiz what fun he's going to have with changing the dirty diapers and the midnight feedings. He doesn't know what he's getting into and if Maggie thinks he's not getting enough sleep now, wait until their kid is born. Gee, think of it a little Hannibal and if Maggie thinks it's a challenge putting up with one, wait until she has two to deal with, one big and one little and neither one of them grown up. I wonder if she's up to the challenge."

Maggie looked at Hannibal and smiled. Hannibal knew it was starting and called out the door. "I heard that Lieutenant."

"Well Hannibal, it looks like we're both in for it now." Maggie said.

"Yeah, it does, doesn't it? It's going to be fun figuring it all out. Now, I just have to figure out what to do about the Army."

"Let's think about it later, Hannibal. Why don't you take a nap? Do you feel like eating anything, if so I'll go fix us some breakfast?"

"Thanks Maggie. That sounds like a plan to me because I'm a little hungry. Just wake me when it's ready, but I really hate for you to wait on me hand and foot."

"Don't worry about it, Hannibal. It's my job because you're my patient at the moment. But you just wait; your turn will come colonel dear, believe me. Two in the morning runs because of my cravings for pickles and ice cream and things like that."

Hannibal looked at her, unbelieving. "Pregnant women really crave that? I thought that was just an old wives tale. It's not just something they tell everybody?"

"Yes Hannibal, they really do and a lot of other weird combinations as well and pregnant women are really grouchy and hard to live with when they don't get what they want."

"Oh boy. I guess I'm in for it, huh."

"For the long haul, colonel dear." Maggie said, kissing his cheek. "Now, get some sleep and I'll be back in a little bit with breakfast."

"Thanks Maggie. I love you." Hannibal said and he settled down in the bed to take a short nap.

"I love you too, Hannibal." Maggie said as she stood at the door and watched his eyes close. She watched him for a minute and knew from the steady rhythm of his breathing he was sound asleep.

After breakfast, Maggie went into the other room to take care of the dishes while Hannibal sat up in his bed, propped up by a couple of pillows flipping channels on the TV with the remote, not really watching anything and bored out of his mind. He was thinking about the events of the morning because he was going to be a father and was still a wanted man and for once he didn't have a plan on what he was going to do about it.

He couldn't take care of Maggie and the baby if he was on the run from the Army and he wanted dearly to take care of them. He wanted to marry Maggie and give her and their child a stable, loving home like he did as a child. He loved his father and mother dearly and it still broke his heart to think about losing them both in Korea. Hannibal's father had been a US Marine, his mother a US Army nurse and his brother died in Vietnam as a US Navy Seal. The military was his father's life, his mother's, his and his brother's. Hannibal was a military brat and he and his brother had grown up on US Marine Corps bases all over the country.

The cost of serving the country they loved cost his parents their lives in the Korean War and very nearly his too and it still broke his heart to think about losing both of his parents in the Korean War. Since he only had his brother to turn to and he was in the Navy, Hannibal decided to stay in the Army as a career and later serve in Vietnam.

Jennifer Smith taught her two boys to be independent thinkers and John Joseph 'Hannibal' Smith wanted to gain an appointment to West Point on his own merits and not use the automatic appointment to one of the military academies afforded to the children of Medal of Honor recipients like his father. So he enlisted in the US Army right after graduating from high school when he was only 17 years old in the first week of January 1952. He received his appointment to West Point in 1953 after serving with bravery and honor during the Korean War in the historic 101st Airborne division.

Hannibal obtained the attention and admiration of his superior officers due to his leadership and ability to think outside the box after he took command of his platoon at only 17 years old and only a corporal during heavy combat after the officers and higher ranking enlisted men were killed or wounded. Under his leadership the platoon pushed back the enemy advance with half as many men since their platoon had been cut in half by the first attack. The division commanding officer recommended him for the Army Distinguished Service Medal and Purple Heart for his bravery and leadership in the midst of that first battle and a Silver Star for capturing two North Korean officers single-handed. It seemed only fitting his birthday landed on Pearl Harbor day, 12/07/34.

Hannibal joined the US Army because he wanted to carry on the military history of the Smith family and honor his father, who was his idol and hero. He received his appointment to West Point through the recommendations of the division commander of the 101st Airborne and had risen to the rank of sergeant by time he was 18, so he was already an experienced combat and battle-hardened soldier when he arrived at West Point for his first day at the academy in July 1953.

The Korean War was where he'd obtained his now famous nickname of 'Hannibal'. The men in his platoon in the 101st Airborne started calling him the name after he returned after his first battle when he was discharged from the hospital and returned to duty. The name stuck to him like glue and he continued using it for the rest of his life because he felt honored when the brave men he served with in the Korean War gave him the nickname.

Hannibal never regretted joining the US Army because it was the best place for him and his tactical abilities and the Special Forces even more so. It was his life and one he missed dearly. So, what am I going to do now, Hannibal though, How am I going to get the Army off my back and take care of Maggie and the baby?

Hannibal glanced up at the television when he heard a blurb about an upcoming news report concerning a current investigation by the Army Judge Advocate General's office about a General charged with sexual harassment. The news reporter was interviewing the Judge Advocate General of the United States Army Brigadier General Paul Charles Weaver. Hannibal watched the entire interview and an idea hit him about what to needed to do and what he had to do. He came up with a plan, well at least a small one. He decided to visit General Weaver, privately and request for a chance at a fair hearing, unlike what they'd given at Ft. Bragg, which was no hearing at all. But how am I going to get away from Maggie and get to Washington though, he thought because she'll be watching me like a hawk, knowing I'll push myself to get out of bed too early.

Maggie walked into the room while he was thinking, startling him out of his thoughts. "Anything wrong, Hannibal?" Maggie asked.

"Just thinking, sweetheart. I'm just trying to decide what to do about everything." Hannibal stated.

"Hannibal, just get some rest for now. Don't worry about anything right at this moment. It'll work out because you'll come up with something, you always do." Maggie stated.

"Yeah, I guess Maggie. When are you going to take this dang IV out?" Hannibal asked as he was looking at his arm and the annoying tube running into it. The phone rang and Maggie picked it up while holding up her finger to him to be quiet while she was on the phone, which annoyed him for a second and he started laughing at his sudden reaction.

"Doctor Sullivan." She said and after a couple of minutes she hung up the phone. "I need to go over to the Johnson's place for a little while, Jimmy fell off his bike. I shouldn't be very long. Such is life of a GP in a small town."

"No problem Maggie. I'll see ya when you get back. Be careful." Hannibal stated to her.

"I will. Don't worry. You just stay in bed and get some rest. Doctor's orders. And look who's telling who to be careful, you're the trouble magnet, dear."

"Okay doc. Hannibal said as he smirked, she was right he was a trouble magnet."

"As for the IV line, I'll check you over when I get back and see about taking it out, but you'd better behave yourself and stay in bed until I get back." She ordered Hannibal.

"I will, I promise Maggie."

Maggie gave him a quick kiss before she left the room and Hannibal watched her leave, wondering how he got so lucky to find someone as special as Maggie Sullivan. He loved her so much and wanted only the best for her, so he waited for ten minutes to make sure she didn't walk in on him and he picked up the phone and made a plane reservation for himself to fly to Washington DC from LAX. He was going to go alone because he didn't want the rest of the team involved, in case he was caught and arrested on the spot at General Weaver's house before he had a chance to plead his case.

The reservation Hannibal made was for the 'red eye' flight leaving LAX late the next evening, so he would arrive in the early morning hours in Washington DC. Hannibal knew he shouldn't even be getting out of bed let alone taking such a long plane flight so soon after being shot. Maggie would have a fit when she discovered he was gone and he knew he'd be in for an ear chewing and long lecture from her when he got back, if he got back. He have to find the opportunity to leave when she wasn't around and lave her a note about where he was going and why, just in case he got arrested. He didn't want to take the chance and leave her high and dry without him, but he didn't have any other choice, becoming a father and having a family changed everything about his life.

Hannibal knew just getting to LAX and on the plane would tire him out, not counting the long flight out there and back, but he couldn't come up with another way of remedying his current situation with the Army. He wanted to marry Maggie and love her with everything he had and he sure wanted to be with her while she was pregnant with his child. Once Hannibal was finished planning his trip, he settled down in his bed to get some sleep because he knew he would need all of his strength as he traveled to Washington DC and hopefully changed his future.