Oboe has been sent home and now the rest of the ladies are about to face the consequences of their meddling.

"Good. Now we can get back to the reason we're here". Harry cracked his knuckles. "Ready?" He asked. "Ladies, you've already admitted you altered the trial .Tell me in your own words how this happened. Susan. It was your laptop wasn't it?"

"Yes, Judge."

"Blow by blow description now – go on."

Sue sighed and began to talk. "It was right after the closing arguments. We weren't too confident, you see. Even Margarita was worried. I think we were discussing the shooting. It was awful." She shuddered at the memory. "I think I said something like, jeez, it's too bad we can't write our own ending to the trial, just like Hochstetter wrote the shooting incident. Then everyone kind of looked at me. I got the idea. I tried to stop them, Judge," she pleaded. "I really did."

"But you didn't," Harry said. "Why?"

"Well, I didn't want to stop writing."

"Wasn't there something else?" Harry pressed her.

"I don't think so." Sue face was now turning beet red.

"It was our miss romance novelist over there, Judge. Janet." Lebeau popped up.

"LeBeau!" Hogan, now also embarrassed, pulled his cap over his eyes and slunk down in his seat.

"We all wrote some of the ending, Judge. " Susan said.

"I see Denise got more than a kiss," Harry chuckled.

"True!" Denise said loudly.

"Oh, brother." Hogan now slunk down even further.

"You know, Janet did see her husband. That was nice," Sue reminded the judge.

"Yes." He agreed. "Now, you manipulated the colonel into withdrawing the charges."

"Correct," Sue continued. "But we thought we had a good reason. He didn't want himself or his men disappearing from existence."

"How did you know that's what I would want?" Hogan exclaimed.

"Hang on, Colonel, we'll get to you," Harry said.

"So that's why we had him do that," Sue continued. "And then we wanted to make sure the men would all forget each story as they ended. Cut down on the PTSD."

"A noble idea, Judge," Janet explained.

"True." Harry said as he took down notes. "So who was responsible for the cartoon ending?"

"That would be me," Janet announced proudly.

"Very original," Harry declared. "Although, I think given the seriousness of the proceedings, a bit inappropriate."

"I thought it was a disgrace," Wilson murmured.

"Embarrassing. Running from Bugs Bunny." Carter piped up.

"We're fighting Nazis," Hogan stated. "Do you honestly think we'd run away from Looney Tunes?"

"No, I guess not," Janet admitted.

"This is serious, real serious," Harry explained. "Normally I'm kind of a laid back kind of judge, but… Shame on all three of you. " He shook his finger. "Now the question is what to do about it. You know you could go to jail for what you did?"

"Here?" Susan stammered.

"No." Harry looked crestfallen for a moment. "Can't. Couldn't keep Hochstetter, either. Tell you what. I'm going to mull over this for a bit. Don't go anywhere." He got up and went into his chambers, leaving the three women, the heroes, and Bull alone together in the courtroom.

"Well aren't you in a pickle?" Bull gleefully pointed out.

"Funny," Denise said.

"Hochstetter, Hochstetter," Janet whispered.

"What about him?" Denise asked.

"Something about the whole scenario didn't seem right then and doesn't seem right now."

"You think he was framed?" Susan wondered.

"Yes." Janet grabbed a pen and paper from her purse. "Why would he write a scenario where he knows he will get caught?"

"True," Denise was thinking. "And why wouldn't he shoot Hogan back in camp. He could do it and get away with it. I'm sure it happened constantly. Or remove him for questioning; then kill him."

"Or write a scenario where he finally finds the evidence he's looking for," Susan pointed out. "Think about it. He always thought Hogan was involved somehow, even in the episodes. Wouldn't that scenario make the most sense?"

"That's like your 'Soul Survivors,'" Janet stated. "But there's another thing. How did he know how to use a computer?"

"Well, I showed the colonel," Susan recalled. "Maybe he got someone to help. " She snapped her fingers. "That girl! The young author."

"Well there goes that theory," Denise sounded disappointed.

"But the scenario still doesn't make sense," Janet insisted. "He wouldn't make himself get caught."

"I agree with Janet," Susan said. "But what does this have to do with us and the trouble we are in?"

"I don't know," Janet laughed. "I just like a mystery. Plus there's someone walking around that killed Colonel Hogan and manipulated Hochstetter into doing the dastardly deed."

Denise was angry. "They need to be caught and punished for killing the colonel, even if he did recover. It had to be an author from the site. But who?"

The girls were naming names and discarding them just as quickly, when Harry walked through the door and took a seat.

"Okey dokey, folks. This is what I think we're gonna do… Hang on. What's going on now with you fellas?"

There was a bit of commotion over where the prisoners were sitting. They were all crowded around the bench where the colonel had now apparently collapsed.

"Another side effect, Sir." Bull was peering over the heads of the men. Curious, the three women walked over and tried as well to see what was happening. Harry stepped down, walked over and got closer to the fallen soldier and the medic who was now attempting to figure out what was wrong.

"Wilson? What now?"

"Effects from the addiction story, I think. I think he's suffering from either the effect of the drug or withdrawal. I can't be sure." The colonel was unconscious, trembling and his face was bathed in sweat. It was the fact that Denise was female that prevented several of Hogan's men from belting her at that point.

"Ooh, this is awkward." Bull said.

"Tough love," Mac, who had returned, joked.

Denise then murmured, "but I finished it." Now clearly embarrassed, she wisely stayed back, but Susan and Janet knelt down.

"Anything we can do, Wilson?" Sue whispered.

"You three have done enough, he snapped. "Just step away."

The two women got up and moved back.

"Newkirk, Kinch, hold him down." Wilson took out a handkerchief and started wiping off the sweat from the colonel's face.

"Try some chocolate," Denise suggested.

"If he wakes up, I'll do that," Wilson sneered.

"Can't see them shot again," Hogan muttered.

"Yes, Colonel, we know. They're fine. Take it easy." Wilson attempted to calm him down.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Hogan had stopped rolling, but unfortunately, spasms were now hitting his stomach. Attempting to double over, he actually knocked off Newkirk.

"Whoa." Newkirk gamely came back and took his spot.

"I didn't mean for it to happen that way. You had to interfere. Why?" Hogan finally stopped moving. Now relaxed, he fell asleep.

"Phew." Wilson, also sweating, wiped his brow.

"Wait. What did he say?" Harry looked at Bull.

"I believe he said, I didn't mean for it to happen that way, Sir."

"That's what I thought he said." Harry, now contemplating what he just heard, stepped back.

Sue commented, "Did you hear that?"

Janet was shocked. "Yes."

"Denise, did you hear that?"

"Yes."

The three women huddled together.

"Oh, my God! " Now Susan began to feel faint and sat down. "He wrote it!"

"No way." Denise tried to think of another explanation. "Why?" she asked.

"Colonel? Colonel?" Wilson was trying to wake him. Hogan moaned and tried to sit up.

"What the hell happened?"

Relieved, Wilson helped Hogan stand and led him to a seat. "Side effects, Sir. I think it was the addiction story."

"Man, I feel like I've been hit…"

"By a truck. Yes, Sir. Take some deep breaths. Someone get some water. "

Newkirk handed Hogan a glass.

"Thanks. What?"

Sue, Janet, Denise and the judge were looking at the colonel.

"Do you recall saying anything during your episode, Colonel?" Harry asked.

"No," Hogan took another sip of water. "Oh crap. What did I say?" Whatever it was, he thought, how bad could it be? Hochstetter's not here.

"I'm afraid you let the cat out of the bag, Sir," Wilson whispered.

Harry started speaking slowly. "You were saying you're sorry… About the shooting; those two getting shot, I mean, and then, Bull?"

"He said, I didn't mean for to happen that way. You had to interfere. Why? I think that's a direct quote."

"Well, Colonel, do you have an explanation?" Janet demanded.

"I'll ask the questions." Harry barked. "You three, please sit down."

But, but… All three protested.

"Sit. "Harry pointed. "Ladies, come on."

Hogan sat up straight and prepared to face the music. Now totally coherent, he realized he might be in deep trouble.