"Stockwell's condition has stabilized," Maggie said entering the office where Face and Carla's heads were bent over a file.

"Really," Carla said looking up. "That's great news!"

"Any idea when he might come around?" Face asked as Maggie shook her head no.

"Sorry, Face," Maggie replied sadly. 'But, it looks like he may have slipped back into a comatose state. Although it's not as deep as when he was in a coma, it's not likely he'll come around anytime soon."

Damn," Face replied as the phone on Stockwell's desk rang. Carla and Maggie watched as Face answered it.

"Yes, Mr. President," he responded with a nod toward Carla. "I'm reading the reports now." Carla smiled encouragingly as Face sighed before running a hand though his hair nervously. "Yes, I'll have it taken care of, sir."

Hanging up the phone, Face turned back to his sister. "Carla, can you...uh...get the guys. It looks like we've got a new mission."

"Yes, sir," Carla said leaving the office.

"You look worried," Maggie said putting a hand on his arm. "Anything I can do?"

"Yeah," Face said meeting her eyes. "You might want to stick around. I may need your advice on this."

"Of course," Maggie said evenly as Hannibal, Murdock, BA and Frankie walked in followed by Carla who shut the French doors leading into the office.

"What's up, Facey?" Murdock said as Face pick up the file he and Carla had been studying only moments ago.

"This is a new mission from the President," he said opening the file. "It deals specifically with Sarajevo or its known use of chemical weapons on their own citizens."

"What's that got to do with us?" Hannibal asked taking a seat on the sofa.

"Our mission is to find the place these chemical weapons are being produced at," Face said putting the folder on the desk. "Gather enough proof that the UN can act against and if we can, destroy it."

"Sounds easy enough," Hannibal said rolling a cigar between his fingers. "What's the big deal?"

"Hannibal," Face said with a smirk. "We're talking about sarin and mustard gases. The problem, as you so quaintly put it, is that, I'd rather not turn this team into a bunch of corpses!"

"That's not going to happen, Face," Hannibal said nonchalantly as the younger man started to pace.

"And, you can be so sure of this because?" Face said stopping in front of Hannibal and crossing his arms.

"I'll come up with a plan," Hannibal said with a grin.

"I don't think a situation like this is going to be fixed with one of your half baked last minute plans, Hannibal," Face said angrily. "I'm responsible for this team now and I'm not going to allow anyone to put it in danger!"

"Look," Hannibal said getting to his feet. "If you don't trust me or my decisions anymore, then I suggest, you replace me as quickly as possible."

Maggie became aware of the tension in the room as Face sighed deeply before running a hand over his forehead. "I trust you and your decisions Hannibal, you know that," Face said sheepishly. "I just think, we need to have some sort of plan before we go in. Not while we're half way though the mission."

"You're right, kid," Hannibal said with a nod. "We'll take a look at the intelligence and together, we'll come up with a course of action we can both agree to."

"Thanks, Hannibal," Face said relived as Carla stepped forward.

"Templeton," she said as Face turned to her. "I don't think you're aware of how things within the organization work's yet. You went after father because I thought your position here would be temporary. Now that you've agreed to be the head of this organization on a permanent basis, there's no way, I can allow you to accompany the team. Your job is to coordinate the mission from here!"

"I agree," Maggie said with a curt nod. "It's just to dangerous."

"I can't just send them out on these missions and just sit here and watch what happens," Face scoffed.

"Sure you can," Hannibal said evenly while patting Face on the back. "It's called leadership. When do we leave?"

"Tonight," Carla replied, giving instructions as she lead the team out of the office.

"You alright?" Maggie asked in concern as Face took a hard seat behind the desk.

"I don't know," he said with a sigh before shaking his head as Maggie ran an assertive eye over her younger friend.

"Would it help if I said, don't worry."

"Oh, great advice, Doc!" Face replied. with a smirk. "I'll be sure and remember that."

"I want you to get some rest tonight," she said noticing the deep lines of weariness around Face's eyes for the first time. "Have you even had a full night of sleep since we brought Stockwell back?"

"I'm fine," Face said quickly dismissing Maggie's words as he brought up the computer in front of him. "Besides, I need to collaborate with Hannibal on how this mission is going to go."

"You need rest, Face," Maggie said sternly. "And, I'm not taking no for an answer!"

Face looked up at Maggie's stern gaze and decided it wasn't worth the argument he was surely going to get by trying to put her off. "Alright," Face said throwing his hands up in defeat. "I'll take a nap here on the couch. Good enough?"

"Yes," Maggie said watching with a smile of satisfaction as Face moved to the leather sofa. "I'll make sure Carla tell's Gloria and Ellen that your not to be disturbed for the next few hours."