"Oh, boy." Hogan ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled heavily as he saw what Newkirk was carrying. Kinch and LeBeau rushed to the scene, their eyes widening in shock when they saw the bundle Newkirk handed to the colonel.

"It's a baby," Carter announced.

Hogan and the others turned to look at the sergeant, Newkirk giving his signature eye roll. "Thank you, Carter," Hogan said sarcastically. "Any other useful information?"

Carter started off enthusiastically, with his usual wide-eyed face, "Well, sir, I've always heard that… oh." Hogan's sarcasm sunk in and Carter shut his mouth. After a moment he looked hopefully up at Newkirk, as if the Englishman might want to hear his "other useful information". Newkirk rolled his eyes again, like always.

The baby gave a little cry and, to the prisoners' dismay, began wailing.

"Great, it'll alert the guards." Hogan looked down at the baby in his arms and tried to console… him? Her? He supposed that at the moment it didn't matter. "Hey, don't cry," he said softly, "you're safe. We're gonna find your family… or find you a good home."

The child would not cease.

"That's a good baby," LeBeau cooed, taking the baby from Hogan and rocking said child back and forth slowly. "Don't cry, mon Cherie, we'll take care of you."

But the baby wouldn't stop crying. She- as LeBeau confirmed- kept looking in Newkirk's direction. "I think she wants you," LeBeau told his fellow corporal, laying her back in the Englishman's arms. He looked a little confused as to why he wasn't the infant's automatic favorite.

Sure enough, the second the baby was back in Newkirk's embrace, her crying settled down and she began to calm, sucking on the heel of his hand and giving a tiny, squeaky yawn. She fell asleep, still sucking, and Newkirk smiled down at her sleeping face.

"Well, I'll be darned," Hogan whispered, trying not to wake the baby. "She really likes you, Newkirk." He sighed and stood up from where he sat at the rectangular table in the barracks, pacing back and forth in thought. "But why would London send us a baby? Her family must work for the Underground, maybe they got caught and now they're in danger. Or maybe she's an orphan."

"Should I radio London, sir?" asked Kinchloe, who always operated the secret radio they had installed in the barracks. "Tell them 'Baby Bear' has been found?"

"Yes, Kinch, but…" Hogan paused for a moment before telling him, "I'm not so sure this is Baby Bear."

Carter's eyes widened. "What do you mean, Colonel?" he gasped, a little too loudly. The baby woke up and began crying all over again, only soothed when Newkirk rocked her back to sleep, whispering little endearments to her.

"Watch your mouth, Andrew," the English corporal hissed once the baby had gone back to sleep. "We don't want to wake up the whole ruddy camp."

Hogan nodded and explained, "What if Baby Bear never made it? And all this person had time to do was send their baby to us for care? The real 'Baby Bear' might be in serious trouble. I mean, it's only a theory, but it seems more likely to me then London just sending us a helpless baby as a contact."

"So her family might really be in danger," Kinch agreed, looking down at the baby with concern. "But what do we know about taking care of a baby, in the meantime?"

Hogan sighed. "We'd better find out. LeBeau, prepare some milk for the kid, poor thing's probably starving.

"Oui, Colonel," the Frenchman responded. "What will we name her?" LeBeau was on his tiptoes, leaning over Newkirk's shoulder and fawning over the infant girl. Upon receiving an eyebrow raise from Hogan, he added, "I mean, what will we call her until we get her back home?"

"Let's not get too attached," Newkirk told him, climbing into his bunk and resting with the baby on his chest. She made a small noise of contentment and snuggled close to him in her sleep. There was a certain loving warmth the child gave him that already made him sad at the thought of having to give her up, and he realized that perhaps he should have heeded his own advice.