A/N Life really sucks.

"I will shave your head, Olsen, if you don't watch your mouth!"

LeBeau was in a fine mood tonight. Any little thing would set him off. Especially little things like sarcastic barrack-mates. Named Olsen. "He is going through something you do not understand, and you may not speak of him like that!"

Olsen held up placating hands, trying to avoid a stew-dripping spoon. "I'm sorry! But you were whining about him, so I thought ..."

"YOU? THOUGHT? Vraiment? I had not known."

"Hey!" Olsen yelled.

Both men were glaring at one another with a virulent passion when Newkirk wandered in. He took one look at the situation, then turned to walk straight out again.

"Don't move!" LeBeau bellowed.

Newkirk froze. The Frenchman stalked over to Newkirk, waving his spoon around and forcing Newkirk to back up against his bunk. "What do you want?" LeBeau shot at him.

"Uh … it can wait …"

Glaring, LeBeau was much more intimidating than Carter. "No. Tell me now."

Newkirk seemed very uncomfortable. "It's a bit private …"

"Newkirk! I am not in the mood! What is your problem?"

"I don't want to raise 'ell with you right now, Louis. I'll wait." Newkirk started to inch away again, clearly showing he did not want an argument. Unfortunately, LeBeau did want an argument. A week without releasing had not done his soul any favors.

Olsen gestured to LeBeau's furious face. "See? Why are you the only one allowed to talk to him like that?" He thought LeBeau resembled a tiny vengeful bat flying over. He perched in front of Olsen's face with finality.

"Because." An intense stare made Olsen look away.

"Fine!" Olsen relented. LeBeau slowly pulled away, allowing Olsen to slip out from his view. He turned back to Newkirk, only to see the Englishman had left the barracks rather quickly.

"Damn!" LeBeau cursed. He ran out of the barracks, hitting Shultz with a sudden thud.

"What is wrong, LeBeau?" Shultz inquired as LeBeau sprang up, still cursing.

LeBeau breathed heavily. "Have you seen Newkirk?"

Shultz' eyes widened comically. "Has he done something? Do I need to put him in the cooler?"

LeBeau shook his head. "No, no. I was being the fool, not him. Did you see him come out just now?"

"Ja! He was going fast."

He was losing patience. "But where did he go?"

Shultz shrugged. "I was not watching."

LeBeau had to take several deep breaths so that he didn't do something he'd regret. "Thank you." Now he'd have to find Newkirk and apologize.

A/N Ha! Bet you didn't expect LeBeau to make everything worse! Well … maybe you did, but I didn't. Really. This chapter took forever because I kept trying to make it not end up here, but it always did. I guess it's true to form for LeBeau, so we'll have to make this story a chapter longer :)