"Roy Denver?" Zolle inquires, as Newkirk walks in.

"Uh, yes, sir." Newkirk replies, adjusting his mustache.

"I have reason to believe that you have vital information about the allies." Zolle says.

"Now what ever gave you that idea, major?" Newkirk grins.

"The Gestapo tells no one." Zolle informs, then changing the subject. "So what do you know?"

Newkirk pauses, thinking of something to say. "Blimey, colonel 'ogan's really got me into a fix." He thinks.

"I know nothing." Newkirk finally replies, "Nothing!"

"Ha! I do not believe you." Zolle says.

"Well, that's your problem." Newkirk says, coolly.

"I will be your problem when you are in front off a firing squad." The Gestapo major replies.

"Under what pretences, sir?" smiles Newkirk, "Because, technically, you 'ave nothing on me."

"I'll find something." Zolle says, looking Newkirk in the eye.

"If you dig deep enough," Newkirk murmurs to himself as he gets, "I'm sure you will."

"You may go now but do not try to escape, I will be needing you for further questioning."

As Newkirk leaves, Klink walks in.

"What did you find out?" Klink asks Zolle.

"He says he knows nothing." Replies Zolle, "I don't trust him."

"I understand." Says Klink.

Newkirk, who has been listening outside, quickly opens the door to Klink's office and calls out to Zolle, "If it's all the same major, I feel the same way about you."

Newkirk steps into the barracks.

"How'd it go, Newkirk?" Hogan asks.

"Compared to what?" Newkirk sighs, taking a couple gulps of Carter's coffee.

"Hey, that's my coffee!" Carter complains.

"You can 'ave it." Newkirk says, setting the coffee down. "It's freezin' cold."

"What did you tell Zolle?" Hogan asks, again.

"Nothing really." Newkirk answers, pouring some coffee into a cup of his own. " 'E said 'e wanted me to come back later for more questioning."

"Good, now you will have time to think something up something crazy to tell him." Hogan smiles.

"I 'ate to say this, guv'nr, but, your wrong." Newkirk says, lighting a cigarette. "I'm not going to think up anything."

"All right, Carter will think up something." Hogan replies.

"Me?" Carter asks, surprised.

"Sure, Carter, you're always thinking up crazy things." Newkirk grins.

"But, I know nothing about military secrets!" Carter contradicts.

"C'mon Carter." Newkirk says, "Just to show me there's no 'ard feelings about the coffee."

Carter looks from Newkirk to Hogan and then back to Newkirk. Both men making sad, puppy-dog eyes.

"Okay, but, you guys better help me." Carter gives in.

"Of course, Carter." Newkirk says, picking up the coffee pot. "I'll pour you some new coffee."

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"Kinch." Hogan says.

"Yes, colonel?" Kinch replies.

"I want you and LeBeau to be in charge of decorating a room in the tunnels for Jamie to stay in." Hogan replies, "Since she might have to stay for a while we should have a place for her to stay."

"Okay, but what tunnel do we make it in?" Kinch asks. Hogan pulls down a map of all the tunnels they have dug.

"Set it up in the new section of tunnel five, that way she will have quick access to the barracks." Hogan answers.

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"Peter!" Jamie calls through the tunnels, "Peter, where are you?"

"Over 'ere, Jamie." Newkirk answers, from a cabinet full of magic tricks.

Jamie walks over to Newkirk.

"What are you doing?" Jamie asks.

"Looking for my code cards." Newkirk replies.

"What?"

"Well, colonel 'ogan got a message from London saying we've lost contact with one of the agents in town." Newkirk says.

"What's that have to do with cards?" Jamie asks.

" 'E works in a bar in town, so I get 'im in a card game and the different ways I move the cards sends a message." Newkirk replies.

"Sounds very creative." Jamie remarks.

"Colonel 'ogan ruddy brilliant in that sort of thing." Newkirk smiles, "Even if 'e is an officer."

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Two hours later…

"Newkirk, you better keep working on Jamie's civilian clothes." Hogan says.

"I can't, sir." Newkirk replies, looking up from his cards.

"Why not?" The colonel asks.

"I lent it to private 'enderson down at barracks seven." Newkirk answer and then laughs. "'E says 'e wants to be a tailor when 'e grows up."

"Why can't you just go and get it from him?"

" 'E won't give it back to me." Newkirk sighs, "I never did like 'im."

"Hmmm."

"Wait, if I could take Jamie over there, 'e might let me use it." Newkirk suggests.

"But, we had a cave-in at tunnel to barrack seven." LeBeau joins in. Hogan looks over at LeBeau as if asking 'when?'

"When I gave Carter that cooking lesson." LeBeau says.

"Yeah, I found a great new recipe for a bomb." Carter smiles. LeBeau frowns at Carter.

"Well, Newkirk, you'll just have to take her out in the open to get to barracks seven." Hogan sighs.

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Jamie and Newkirk swiftly move through the gap between Barracks two and seven. They bump into Shultz.

"Hey, Newkirk, wha-, wha-, wha-." Shultz says, looking at Jamie.

"What's the matter, Shultzie?" Newkirk asks.

"What is she doing here?" Shultz whispers.

"She's just passing through." Newkirk answers.

"Oh, Newkirk, I don't want to get involved in your personal life." Shultz starts slowly. "But I want her OUT!"

Jamie and Newkirk head into barracks seven. Before Newkirk can enter the Barracks Shultz grabs him by the arm and asks, "Where did you find a pretty fraulein like that?"

"One day Shultz, after the war, I'll tell you." Newkirk replies.

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"Hello." Jamie says to the man in barrack seven.

"H-h-h-h-hi, I'm Jerrrrrr-y." A sergeant stammers, shyly. "N-n-n-n-nice t-t-t-to meet y-y-you."

"I'm Jamie." Jamie smiles.

A muscular corporal steps up to Jamie. "Hi, baby, I'm Jeff." He says.

"Hi." Jamie says, "I'm waiting for my friend Peter."

Newkirk comes in.

" 'Enderson, I need my sewing kit." Newkirk states.

"But, I'm working on a shirt!" Henderson complains, pulling out a skimpy looking shirt.

The shirt has an un-even hem and the stitching shows. Newkirk frowns at the sight.

"I need it for Jamie 'ere." Newkirk says.

Henderson looks at Jamie and smiles. "Okay."

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"Colonel Hogan!" Shultz calls from the doorway, "Kommandant Klink wants you!"

"Okay." Hogan says, trying to get through the door. "You're getting a little pudgy there, Shultz."

"Jolly Joker!"

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"Can I have my sewing kit back now?" Henderson asks.

"It's my sewing kit and no." Newkirk replies, pinning two pieces of fabric together.

"How about a date tonight, honey?" Jeff asks.

"Sorry, I'm busy tonight." Jamie replies.

"With what?" Jeff inquires.

"I'll think of something."

Newkirk and Jamie leave.

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Ten minutes later, in barracks two……….

Hogan walks in, looking completely dazed.

"What the matter, colonel?" Newkirk asks.

"I'm being transferred." Hogan replies.

"That awful!" Carter exclaims.

"What are we going to do?" LeBeau asks.

"That's not the worst of it." Hogan says.

"Then what's the worst of it?" Newkirk inquires.

Hogan turns to Newkirk. "You're the new senior POW officer!"

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AN: Sorry if this chappie took a little longer and if it's a little shorter, I've been a tad busy. Newkirk the New senior POW officer! Keep reading and reviewing!