LeBeau felt sick.

The Vahlens- Hélène- had been hiding Jews- presumably in their boarded up attic. His mind wandered to the huge helping of food Mimi had taken to Herman and realized that it was meant for different mouths.

Perhaps it really was true- people only saw what they expected to see. Colonel Kisling, a friend of Herr Vahlen, would never have expected to find Jews in the same house where he had set up a secret research operation. Vahlen, a prominent and influential businessman, seemed above suspicion, despite his apolitical stance.

And it all had come crumbling down in an instant. Because of him. Because of his anger and pride.

And now his sweet Hélène was running for her life from the Gestapo.

"What have I done?" LeBeau whispered. He looked up at Colonel Hogan, but his expression fluctuated between so many emotions that LeBeau couldn't read it.

Newkirk and Carter had both pulled out cigarettes. "Bloody hell," Newkirk murmured.

"Colonel?" Carter ventured tentatively.

Hogan just shook his head and left the room. LeBeau, Newkirk, and Carter followed him back down into the tunnels.

"Kinch? Kinch?" Hogan called. A moment later, Kinch appeared. Henri was behind him, clutching his pant leg. Hogan sighed and motioned for Newkirk to take the boy.

"Non," Henri protested, pressing himself closer to Kinch.

"It will be all right," Kinch said in French. He gently loosened Henri's grip and then placed the boy's hand into Newkirk's.

"Kinch," Hogan said when they were out of sight, "get on the horn with all our underground contacts. I want them to be on the lookout for Hélène Vahlen. Top priority."

"What happened?" Kinch asked as he sat down at the radio.

"Gestapo is after her," Hogan said simply without giving any details. "We need to get her and send her off to London."

"What did you say to Henri?" LeBeau asked while Kinch warmed up his machine.

"I explained things the best I could," Kinch said slowly. "But… how do you even explain this?" Kinch just looked disappointed in him and, somehow, that sunk deeper into his soul than all of Hogan's rage.

"I never should have-" LeBeau started.

"No, you shouldn't have," Hogan growled. "LeBeau you… You…" Hogan was at a loss for words. "Never mind." He sighed. "I'm going to have to tell Henri about his father."

"I will do-"

"I don't think so," Hogan said, clipping his words tightly.

"You cannot keep me from him," LeBeau insisted.

"That kid's world is about to be turned upside down. He's lost his father, his home, and now we're going to have to send him to a new country. I think you can hold off on telling him he's your son for a little bit," Hogan said, his voice on the edge of exploding.

"So we will send him to London?" LeBeau asked.

"You want him to stay in the tunnels for the duration? That'll be just great for him. But, hey, maybe you can get in some father-son bonding, so I guess you're okay with that."

LeBeau deserved the vitriol. He knew it. But it still stung with injustice. After all, he never would have…. If only Hélène had… If he had just used a bit of common sense…

There were so many 'if's. So many 'would haves' and 'could haves'. But it was too late for that now. He had to live in the present, with the reality of what he had done and all the consequences that came with it.

"You've done some stupid things, LeBeau, but this? This?"

"I know." LeBeau hung his head. There had to be some way to put this right. He couldn't bring back Vahlen, but Hélène? Yes. He could go out and look for Hélène. Bring her into the tunnels where she would be safe. And then she and Henri could go to London and wait for him.

"Hélène. I will go look for Hélène," LeBeau announced and then started towards the emergency exit.

"Stop."

At Hogan's command, LeBeau stopped mid-step and looked over his shoulder to see Hogan barely holding back a tidal wave of rage.

"You are going to the cooler. And you will stay there until I sort this whole mess out," Hogan said. "And after that, we will discuss your place on this team."

LeBeau's instincts told him to argue. To say Hogan was being unreasonable. That this whole situation was unfair. But he knew it would all be in vain. A falsehood his brain had conjured up to deal with this because he knew the truth would crush him.

LeBeau looked to Kinch and Carter for some support, but they averted their gaze.

With a sigh of defeat, LeBeau slumped his shoulders and trudged to the cooler. He dismissed his placeholder with a simple "go", and settled into the rock hard cot.

As he looked up at the ceiling, he felt a tear slip down the side of his face.

What had he done? What had he done?!

With one thoughtless action, motivated by his own hurt and anger, he had destroyed so many lives in a flash.

This was all his fault, and he would never forgive himself. He could only pray that one day Hélène and Henri could find it in their hearts to do what he could not.

But again, that was his own selfishness talking. Of course they wouldn't.

Alone in the cooler, LeBeau wept bitter tears.

Hogan had to get ahold of himself. He didn't know why his reaction to all this was so extreme. Maybe it was because he should have expected LeBeau to do something stupid like this- well, not this, but there had been plenty of times LeBeau had acted rashly without considering the consequences. Hogan had always managed to clean up the mess and had actually come out on the other side in an even better position. But he should have known that it would come back and bite him one day and he should have done something to stop it.

Maybe it was that this whole situation was so much more serious and ludicrous than any he had had to deal with so far.

Maybe it was because more had been lost than a little boy's sense of security.

Or maybe it was the last straw and had become the focal point for all the stress that had been building up inside him.

Whatever the underlying cause was, Hogan's heart burned with anger. And anger could cloud a man's judgement, as LeBeau had so clearly demonstrated.

So, once LeBeau had left, Hogan let out a long breath.

God, he was tired.

"All right, I'm going to talk to the kid," Hogan said.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Kinch asked. "I think he trusts me."

Honestly, Hogan wished he could send Kinch alone and have him break the news to Henri. It would certainly be the easy way out. But he was the leader, so the responsibility fell to him. Still, it would be nice to have Kinch's steady presence in the room.

"I could use the backup," Hogan admitted.

"All right. Let me just finish sending these messages."

Hogan waited patiently until finally Kinch got up from his equipment. Together, they made their way to Henri's cell. They found the boy in Newkirk's lap, his face buried in his chest. His body shook and he was hiccuping as if he was just coming down from a fit of tears. Newkirk was gently stroking his hair. He looked up when they entered.

"I told him, Colonel," Newkirk reported. "I told him that the Gestapo found the people upstairs and Vahlen…"

Hogan couldn't help the relief he felt. Newkirk was getting a raise.

Hogan knelt down in front of Newkirk and gingerly placed his hand on Henri's back. The boy stiffened, but slowly pulled away from Newkirk and looked over at him.

"Henri, I'm sorry."

Henri sniffled and wiped his nose on his sleeve."Mother said this might happen. She said I needed to be brave." His lip quivered. "But I do not feel brave. Oh, monsieur, where is my mother?" Tears clung to the corners of his eyes, threatening another downpour.

Hogan gently grabbed Henri's arm, stroking it with his thumb. "We're going to find her. But I know you can be brave. Like your mother. Like… your father." Both of them. As livid as he was with LeBeau, there was no denying he was brave. One of the bravest. And his blood flowed through Henri's veins.

He saw it now. The resemblance was remarkable. No wonder LeBeau had reacted so strongly. Not that it excused what he did.

Henri sucked in a shaky breath, hiccupped and then nodded. "I will try."

"Good." Hogan thumped him on the knee. He looked up at Newkirk. "Did you tell him about London?" Newkirk shook his head.

"London?" Henri said curiously.

Hogan managed a half smile. "We need to keep you safe from the Gestapo, so we're going to send you to London."

"London." Henri rolled the word around in his mouth. "That's in England."

"Yes."

"And there are no Gestapo there?"

"None," Hogan assured him. Henri sighed in relief and then smiled. "You'll like it there, I promise. You'll be safe."

Henri matched his smile. "Merci."

Hogan's smile faltered just a little. Henri seemed to be under the impression they had rescued him from the Gestapo when, in reality, the only reason the Gestapo was involved was because of them.

But Hogan didn't feel the need to clarify. It would just confuse Henri more and, most likely, turn him against them. And it would be much easier if he would cooperate with them.

Maybe one day, when he was much older, they would tell him the truth.

Or maybe not.

If they did, any chance LeBeau had to connect with his son would disappear. Maybe LeBeau deserved that. But then, maybe no one deserved that. Hogan didn't know. He supposed what happened, happened. But it would be a long time before they had to deal with that. Their most pressing concern was to keep Henri safe and ship him off to London.

And find his mother.