In the eyes of the SS Rick was just another POW. But he was not actually a part of any military unit so his punishment would be death. It was that way because the German's had classified him as a spy. And to be a spy on this side of the Atlantic meant certain death. He had pieced together that he was in a bunker of sorts that he was being held in. He was also able to figure out that the SS & Gestapo had been ordered to beat him within an inch of his life. This is where he still was. Shackled to this damn stone wall. He was denied any food. He hadn't eaten anything since he politely turned down those finger sandwiches, now he wished he ate the whole plate of them just to satisfy his hunger.

He noticed that on his beating days that's what he now started to call them, they really worked him over. He never cracked. Somehow today they were going just a little easier on him and it made him wonder why. He thought that after two weeks here someone would ask him something, anything. But he was never asked anything. So after the final blow landed on the right side of his jaw he passed out. When he came to he was in a larger room. He was still chained to a wall but this time, there was no slack in the chains. His body was feeling like he had no energy at all. He was barely able to see out of his right eye because his whole left eye socket had to have been smashed. But he was able to see that he was about 7 feet from the entry door. He was also shirtless.

Kate was spinning her wheels. It had been just about 15 days since she last saw him. Even as she hated his cockiness but she still missed him. The section chief had tried to work with his contacts inside Berlin but so far they had come up empty. There was only one thing for her to do.

"Sir, we need to get inside the Third Reich to see if we can get him out safely."

"Agent Beckett, while I understand that he holds a wealth of information, he knew and accepted the risks by taking this mission."

"Sir understand this he was never part of the OSS. While he might have known the risks he had never signed up for this. He never wanted to come here in the first place!"

"Agent there is no way that I will sanction any one agent to go into the hornets' nest. Sadly Mr. Rodgers is on his own, and I am sure that he would not want you to become compromised. I'm so very sorry. I'm sure there are preparations you need to make before you leave."

"LEAVE? I have no intention of leaving without him."

"That's where your wrong Agent Beckett. You are on the first DC-3 leaving at 0700. The agents that are working within the Reich will get him back to safety…. hopefully."

"I'm sorry sir, but I'm not going anywhere."

"Again, Agent Beckett that is where you are mistaken."

The section chief extends his hand and in it are orders for her to return back to OSS headquarters stateside. She reads over them and hates that they would leave him in there without her being there to help find him. So an idea comes to her and she agrees with the orders but gives her disapproval of them once again just to make it look good.

She knows that the woman who had offered them the finger sandwiches two weeks ago was a dead ringer for her. In looks and physical appearance. So she has her work cut out for her. Now she needs to convince a certain British communications officer to take her place. It won't be pretty but she has no choice. Her name is Sally Flanagan. She is from Scotland and she has always wanted to see the US. She reluctantly agrees to Kate's plan and as they hash out how to make this work Kate tells her that there are two men at her installation that she needs to tell what they are doing to get Rick back.

Von Herrmann had seen to the capture of the POW. Under Hitler's orders he had Himmler's SS troops and the Gestapo ambush the British car that had Rodgers and his female handler had been riding in to MI-6's secret base. The problem is that it was not a secret any longer. He walked into where they were holding him. He really did not like to stoop to the mundane day to day ops, but this man had cracked the enigma code and he was going to find out what he knew. Even if it killed him.

As he walked into what he viewed as a dungeon he looked at an unconscious Rodgers. It was not to long after the guards tightened the shackles pulling his limbs into a very painful position when he opened his one good eye and looked in his direction.

"Ah, Mr. Rodgers I see that you are with us once again."

Rick kept quiet. He knew their tactics and he would not give anything away.

So, Mr. Rodgers, it seems that you have lost your tongue, maybe we should cut it out of your mouth so you cannot give anything else away yes?" Von Herrmann asked.

Rick just looked up at Von Herrmann and said nothing.

"Mr. Rodgers while I think of a way to get you to see that you are going to give me the objective of your mission, you need to know that your handler has returned back to the US. I think her name was Beckett correct me if I am wrong but she my friend has left you high and dry. So I think that it would be in your best interest if you told me everything."

Once again Rick does not utter one word.

"Well, Rodger's I am sorry that she will not be the one to rescue you. She has sold you out and now it's my turn to personally extract the information that I need so badly. And I never fail!

Herrmann removes his M-36 uniform jacket unbuttons his sleeves and rolls up them up. Then he extends his hand to the SS officer. He gives him a bull whip and it's now that Rick realizes why he has been stripped of his shirt. He will not give up anything no matter what they do to him. The first crack of the whip makes the SS officer flinch, but Rick just looks at Von Herrmann with a determined face.

Sally is rethinking her decision and lets Kate know about the trouble she could be facing if they do this. It's not a matter of if they get away with it, it's a matter of what to do when they get caught.

"Sally I need you to do this for me. You have no idea what they are going to do to him in there."

"Kate, I do know. My father was caught and tried in their so-called "Court of Justice". After he told them that he was just a lowly courier they made an example of him. He was placed in front of a firing squad, he died protecting British secrets. So I do know a little about what they are going to do to Rick."

Kate just looks at her and a single tear traces down her cheek.

"Oh my god Kate…. You are in love with him aren't you?

All she can do is nod not trusting her vocal response now.

"Kate, give me your credentials and get me out of here. But I expect to be informed of what you find out. I will be waiting for your call in New Hampshire. I will give your request to Rodger and Peter back at OSS HQ. I hope that they can get you what you need in time."

"Thank-You Sally." Kate says wholeheartedly.

As she thinks back to Sally's departure 3 days ago she hopes that she was able to get her message to Rodger. If not she will most likely end up dead inside the Third Reich. She just hopes that she can find Rick and that he is still alive.

Rick is having trouble stopping the blood that is oozing from the deep cuts on his chest and mid-section. Von Herrmann is just a little too efficient with a whip. The first strike came to hit Rick in the left side of his abdomen. The cut was lite, almost like a paper cut. It burned but it did not bleed that much. But as the torture went on Von Herrmann had started to lose his temper due to Rick's silence. He had struck him again and this time, it was a lot harder and he actually drew blood from a deep cut. He was still not giving anything up. That's when Von Herrmann lost it. He cracked the whip 15 times in succession and each time the whip hit it's mark he did more damage than the last strike.

Seeing that his prisoner was not going to give up anything he had the SS officer unshackle him and turn him around so he had a fresh canvas to work with. Once again secure, Von Herrmann started his punishment once again. 45 lashes later Rick's back is bloodied and there are cuts into his skin that have actually exposed his ribcage bones. He is slack in the shackles. Von Herrmann tells the medical staff not to treat his wounds. He is to be secured in his cell and left alone. Von Herrmann walks up to the back of Rick and says:

"Rodger's you are a lot tougher than your old man was I'll give you that!" Von Herrmann starts to laugh as he walks away. But even though he was semi-unconscious Rick heard every word he said.

Kate had been in Berlin for a day. Trying not to be noticed she was keeping a low profile. She was going to meet with a woman who was with the French resistance. Her name was Valérie. She had been in Berlin and had not been found out that she was with the French resistance since before the war had started. She waited at a café and was eagerly looking around to find her. Valérie had noticed when the American had sat down at the small outside café table. She watched as she tried to look inconspicuous but she had picked her out as a spy straight away. What was it with these Americans anyway? They were so easy to spot.

She sat down next to the American without not even making a noise. Kate turned and was startled at first but hid her reaction to her arrival. Valerie told her that was her first mistake.

"What do you mean my first mistake?" Kate asked.

"When you turned to look at me I startled you. Then you quickly hid your initial reaction to me. That my friend will get you killed. That and those dreadful clothes you are wearing will definitely get you picked up as a spy, hands down. What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking that I wanted to blend in with the people. Is this not what they wear?"

"Well, not around here they don't. Where you are now is more of a lower class of people. What you are wearing is leaning more towards upper class."

Kate hung her head a little in shame but she quickly raised it when Valerie had mentioned Rick's name.

"So this agent that you are looking for, Rick is his name I think? How long has he been missing?" Valerie asks.

"He was taken about two weeks ago. He is somewhere in Berlin, I just don't have any further intel than that."

"Well, this is a place for us to start. He is more than likely being held in the bunker."

"The bunker." Kate asks wonderingly.

"Yes, the bunker. This is a torture chamber of sorts. The German's only put someone here that they want to interrogate or torture themselves. They won't let it be done through usual channels. So I hope that he is still alive, but I need you to be prepared that this might be all for nothing. He already could be dead." Valerie wanted to let Kate the possibilities before they went in for the rescue.

"My name is Kate."

"Hello Kate, my name is Valerie. It's nice to meet you."

"Likewise."

The two women ordered a glass of red wine and sat there planning how to get Rick back.