Hi all!

I'm rather new to the Hogan's Heroes fandom and this is my first story I've written so please bear with me if there's inaccuracies etc that those of you who've been fans for a lot longer might pick up on. I started watching Hogan's Heroes a few months back, I used to watch the odd episode on the odd occasion when it came on TV a few years back when we'd visit my Grandmother in the nursing home but only recently have become to consider myself a fan of the show. I've watched every episode through and I'm starting back at season 1 now, its defiantly become one of my favorite shows.

Part of the idea for this story has come with my interest in WW2 resistance, and mainly, the role of women fighting against the Germans. I was quite surprised to find in my research that there were a lot of Jewish girls and women who helped the resistance, more then men actually from what I read and that got me thinking... How would it have been if they'd had a girl as an active member of Hogan's team? There were members of the resistance as young as sixteen, probably more that were younger who weren't identified as being members and as a result of my ponderings, I've come up with the story I'm now beginning to upload.

Again, I apologies for any inconsistencies etc. I have endeavored to keep my story as true to the show as possible but if there are errors or such I do apologize. German is not a language I know so if I have something that doesn't sound right, blame google translate.

I want to send a huge thank you to Basketballgirl Kaitlin for being my editor and beta reader, I wouldn't have been able to write this story without her continued support and encouragement.

*Disclaimer* I own nothing except my own OC's

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

'Hurry up, Newkirk-'

'I'm coming, geez.' the Englander complained, following his lead as Carter crouched down behind a bush. 'Blimey, you sure are in a hurry tonight. What's the rush? Gonna miss a date with a girl, are ya?'

'Got some experiments I want to get back to.'

'Well, I sure hope you left them in a suitable location. Wouldn't want the camp getting blown up in our absence.'

'That was one time-'

He shushed him with a motion of his hand, glancing about in the dark nervously. Though he couldn't hear anything now, he could have sworn he'd heard a leaf crunch not far from them. Carter fell silent, looking around as he was. There, in the shadows to the left of them was a dark figure approaching. With a nudge to his mate's elbow, he caught his attention and nodded at the figure. 'Looks like that's our man.'

The figure came to a stop, looking closely at the trees. While they couldn't see anyone in the moonlight, they could feel their presence. 'Dark and long is the night.'

'Blimey, that's no guy at all.' Newkirk whispered to Carter, watching the figure closely. 'That's a girl.'

'Colonel Hogan never said anything about us meeting a girl-' He grinned, his thoughts of wanting to get back to his experiments fading from mind. 'Oh boy-'

'Get your ruddy mind back on the job, Andrew. This ain't a social visit.' He replied, stepping forward from the bush. The figure turned at the sound, eyeing him closely as he walked closer. 'But warmth will come with the sun.'

The girl visibly was relieved, sighing as she rested against a tree and took a moment to catch her breath. 'Thought I'd never make it... Sorry to be making you wait.'

Newkirk took a moment to look her up and down. With the girl's accent, he deduced she had to be German. 'You're White Eagle?'

She shook her head. 'No, I'm not. I'm Black Stallion. White Eagle couldn't make it. I have the plans-' Slipping her hand inside her coat, she pulled out a small leather bound journal. 'They're all here.'

'I must say, you're better looking-' Carter started, then was abruptly interrupted.

'Ssssh.' Something caught her attention, the faint breaking of a twig someplace off into the darkness. She motioned for them to go into hiding, the three of them crouching down behind a bush. Realization flooded through her as she could faintly make out the sound of footsteps. God, she'd lead the Gestapo right to them! Her hand slipped into her jacket again, fingers closing around the hilt of her knife. Her heart began racing faster. She'd thought no one had seen her. If the men moved now, they were done for. The Gestapo would love nothing more than to add to their tally for the evening. Quietly as she dared, she whispered into Newkirk's ear. 'Don't move. Trust me.'

Newkirk's heart beat faster at the girl's sharp hiss, urging Carter to crouch down lower to the ground. The girl waited a moment, then soundlessly moved from the bush to a tree, standing hidden against it.

The figure that came into view was enough to send Carter's blood running cold. A Gestapo officer coming towards them. He looked towards where the girl had gone and glanced twice. She was no longer there. 'She's gone.'

Bloody Kraut. Newkirk swore silently as he realized Carter was right. The Gestapo officer was almost upon them now. They'd walked right into a trap. He looked around. There was no chance of making a run for it. They'd have to just hope he didn't see them.

A black figure leaped out from behind a tree, coving the officer's mouth with its hand as a knife was thrust into its side. The officer made a strangled rasp as he was stabbed again, falling to the ground dead at the feet of the girl.

'Geh zum teufel.1' She swore, pulling her knife from the corpse and wiped it against the man's coat before returning it to its sheath. Looking around, she couldn't see nor near anything stirring, not even the sound of the night creatures. 'Alright, it's safe. You can come out.'

Newkirk and Carter emerged from their hiding place, staring in dumb amazement at the corpse of the officer. 'What-'

'He killed White Eagle.' She replied, her voice cold and hard as she kicked the corpse.

'White Eagle is dead?' Newkirk questioned, in surprise.

The girl nodded, turning to him. 'May Flower and Singing Dove, too.'

'Bloody hell.'

'Oh boy, that's awful.' Carter added.

'When-'

'Later-' She replied, looking about again. 'We can't stay here. They have more patrols around.' Turning back to the men, her voice remained cold and lifeless. 'I need to see Papa Bear. I can't go back, it's not safe-'

'You needn't ask twice. Saved both our ruddy hides, you did. Come on.'

Carter fell in behind Newkirk, the girl staying close as they started back to the camp. 'I sure wouldn't want to get on your bad side. How'd you do that?'

'White Eagle taught me. Couldn't risk you or those plans falling into the wrong hands. Too many lives have been lost already.'

Hogan looked at his watch nervously, seeing the hand had only moved five minutes from the last time he'd checked. Where were they? They were supposed to have made it back two hours ago. He stood, resuming his anxious pacing. The meeting they had with an agent named White Eagle was important. He held plans that London were scrambling to get their hands on. Those plans had to be sent to London as soon as they could. They were counting on them. Come on, Newkirk, Carter. Where are you? He thought, glancing at his watch once more.

He'd only met this agent on two occasions, this time being Newkirk and Carter's first. It was a simple pick up: head to the arranged location, exchange the plans, and return. What could have delayed them this long?

'Colonel-' Kinch announced, as he stuck his head up through the entrance into the barracks. 'Someone's coming down the tunnel.'

'About time.' He exclaimed, heading after Kinch. It didn't take long to reach the other exit. Newkirk and Carter already descended the ladder when he arrived. They were followed by a third figure, the person standing next to the ladder as he addressed his men. 'What happened? You were supposed to be back two hours ago.'

'Patrols were busy out there tonight.' Carter replied. 'We had to hide out for over an hour.'

'You got the plans?'

Newkirk pulled them from his pocket. 'Got them right here, G'vnor.'

Hogan quickly looked them over, confirming they were the plans they were after. 'Kinch-' He handed them to the staff sergeant. 'Get these through to London.'

'Right away, Colonel.'

Hogan turned to the third person after Kinch had left. 'And who's this?'

'Colonel Hogan, meet-' Newkirk looked at the girl. 'What did you say your name was?'

'Maisie.' She replied, catching her breath from the descent. 'Code name Black Stallion.'

The Colonel frowned. 'We were told we were to make contact with White Eagle. Where is he?'

'Dead.'

'Dead?'

'Gestapo-' She reached for the ladder, holding on tight to steady herself as her vision began to blur. She closed her eyes and waited for it to pass.

Hogan's frown deepened as he moved over to her. On closer inspection, whoever this agent was appeared younger than he'd first thought. She was hardly more than a child. The color of her lips and her labored breathing didn't escape his notice. 'Come, sit.'

She did so, the colonel guiding her through the tunnel to a chair in a larger room. Leaning near one of the men, the Colonel whispered something, Carter nodding, and left. 'I need to speak with Papa Bear, it's important. How can I find him?' She asked.

Hogan sat down across from her, observing the girl closely. 'May I ask why?'

'I have important information about the underground.'

'I see. Care to share this information?'

The girl looked at him, forcing herself to focus. 'You're Papa Bear?'

'I am, actually.'

Again, she could have cried with relief, but her face didn't betray her emotion. 'White Eagle is dead. Mayflower and Singing Dove have also been killed.'

He thought the names over for a moment, more familiar with Singing Dove than the other two. The young woman worked at the Hauserhof in Hammelburg and had been an informant for some time. 'You said Gestapo earlier?'

She nodded. 'All three. White Eagle told me if anything happened to him or his wife and daughter that I had to find you. He wanted me to give you these papers personally-' A yellow envelope was pulled from her pocket, and she handed it to him. 'I don't know what it is about, but it was important to him.'

'I'll look them over.'

'Danke.'

'Here's some water for you.' Carter returned, pressing a cup into the girl's hands. 'You told the Colonel about the Gestapo officer?'

'What Gestapo officer?' Hogan questioned.

'You should have seen the way-'

'Carter.' Newkirk interrupted him. 'Shut up.'

'What's this about a Gestapo officer?' Hogan asked again.

'We ran into a little Kraut problem, you might say, when we met Maisie.'

He raised an eyebrow.

Maisie lowered her cup, her eyes cold and her face expressionless as she looked at him. 'I killed him.' Her lifeless words were enough to send a chill down their spines. 'His patrol murdered White Eagle. He must have seen me and followed.'

'He didn't even know what hit him.'

Both Hogan and Newkirk turned to Carter this time. 'Shut up.'

The technical sergeant looked down at the ground. 'Sorry.'

'How about you and I have a little chat in my office?' Hogan suggested, as he turned back to the girl, not a question as much as an order. She nodded after a moment and stood, color visibly draining from her face. 'You alright?'

'I'm fine.' She replied with force.

She didn't appear to be fine, but she started walking down the tunnel.

'Ah," Hogan said, as Maisie moved in the wrong direction. 'You might want to come this way.'

'Lead on then, Colonel.'

He did, glancing back at her on occasion as they made their way through the tunnel and up into the bunkhouse. The girl didn't bat an eyelid as she climbed out from the tunnel, and he motioned her towards his office. The rest of his men were fast asleep, and he kept his voice at a whisper so as not to disturb them. Newkirk and Carter came up after, and he glanced back to speak to them. 'You two are dismissed. Roll call will be in a few hours.' He clapped both of them on their shoulders as he headed to his office. 'Good job tonight.'

The girl was waiting for him as he walked into the office, and he closed the door behind himself. 'Have a seat.'

'Thank you.'

He sat down across from her, better able to look at her in the light. The girl looked hardly into her teens, her face and eyes devoid of any emotion whatsoever. She was clothed completely in black, her brown hair pulled back tight in a braid and tucked up under a cap. She appeared pale, the girl struggling to breathe evenly again. 'You sure you're alright?'

'Don't worry about me.' She replied, with a touch for stubbornness, again trying to catch her breath. 'Just tell me what you want to know.'

'Alright-' He raised an eyebrow slightly. For someone as young as she, the girl was doing a terrific job of being a puzzle to read. Nothing, absolute nothing, was expressed in her eyes, and her voice was cold and flat when she spoke. 'Suppose you start by telling me what you're doing here.'

'Thought I already had. White Eagle had those plans to get to you. Someone had to deliver them.'

'But how did you know where the meeting was to take place?'

'White Eagle told me before he was killed. I had to get those plans to you no matter what. He told me the location, time, and the greeting. I just did as I was told.' She looked up at the Colonel. 'He trusted me and so did other members of the underground. I have been a part of underground sabotage efforts for the past year.'

'I have heard mention of a Black Stallion.' He acknowledged, still a little surprised as to the identity behind that code name. 'I heard about the last train you led the sabotage on. Lucky for us, you did our job fairly well. It was a shipment of ammunition bound for the Eastern front.'

'Then you would be satisfied I am on the Allied side.'

'That will remain to be seen.'

'I am who I say I am.'

'I'm not doubting that-'

'I know you cannot be too careful though.' She replied, a tinge of sadness coming into her expression. As quickly as it came however, it vanished. 'I am the daughter of Martha Moore, an American, and Doctor Lukus Dietrich, a German. Older sister Kalentha. All deceased. White Eagle was my uncle on my father's side. Tobias Dietrich with Mayflower, Anna, my aunt. Singing Dove, Lena was my cousin. I am Margretta Dietrich, but I prefer Maisie. I know you will look into me. You'll find what I say will check out.'

'And how old are you?'

'I turned Fifteen last month.'

Fifteen. Hardly an adult, yet she'd still hadn't been able to escape the horrors of war. 'Any other relatives you have?'

'Uncle Tobias was my last in Germany. I have no family.' She closed her eyes again, breathing through the fluttering butterflies in her stomach. She was nervous, edgy, and anxious, but she managed to keep that under control. After a moment, it passed, and she looked up at the Colonel, ignoring the slight concern in his expression. 'I wish to continue to help the Underground where I can. I wish to continue the work my Uncle and Aunt were a part of.'

'I'll think it over. You'll stay here for now, though. I am sorry about your family. Your Uncle was quite the man, from what I heard about him.'

'Danke schöne.'

'Perhaps you'd like to get some rest now? I'll show you where you can spend the night.' She nodded, and he went to the door. She was a little slow following, stumbling for a moment as she stood and reached for the desk. She misjudged the distance however, her legs giving out on her, and he caught her quickly before she hit the floor.

'Thank you,' she said, as he helped her to stand. 'Got up too fast.'

He loosened his grip on her shoulders, noticing a dark puddle of something pooled on the seat. The teen held onto the desk as he dipped his finger, realizing it to be blood. 'Maisie-'

'I'm fine.'

He held up a bloodied finger. 'You're not.'

Her eyes widened, and she looked down at the chair. Her head began to swim as she fumbled at the buttons of her coat, a huge red stain on her blouse revealed when she opened it. There, a bloodied, torn gash in her side. 'Verdammt!'

That was his exact reaction too as he dropped her bloodied jacket on the floor. 'That needs attention.' He guided her over to his bunk and helped her onto the lower bed, wadding up his handkerchief to press against her side. 'Hold it there. I'll be right back.'

The lights were out when he stepped back into the barracks, stopping beside Newkirk. He shook him gently, the man groaning in protest as he woke.

'What in tarnation-'

'I need you to get Wilson, now.'

Newkirk sat up, frowning as he rubbed his eyes wearily. 'What's wrong?'

'Maisie. Looks like she's been shot or stabbed-'

He swung his legs over the side of his bunk and stood. 'Say no more.'

Hogan went back to his room as Newkirk hurriedly dressed and started down the tunnel. He closed the door behind himself again, bringing the light over closer to her. 'How are you doing?'

'I was fine when I didn't realize I'd been kicked in the guts.'

The amount of blood already on the handkerchief and her hand was concerning. Hogan knelt down beside her. Her grip on the wound was waning, and he moved her hand aside to apply pressure instead. 'Why didn't you say something earlier?'

'Didn't know the drecksau got me.' She hissed, grimacing. 'Good thing I didn't, either. You'd never have gotten those plans.'

'Who?'

'Gestapo.' She replied, with a sneer. 'Lovely people.'

While he was curious as to how she'd obtained her injury, he could tell in the way she spoke she didn't wish to discuss it. He didn't wish to press her further for information, his curiosity could wait. The main thing was her receiving medical attention. 'I sent for the medic. You just hold on.'

'I'll be fine, don't trouble yourself with me.'

'That information you brought us would have never gotten here without your assistance. The least we can do is help you-' He added another handkerchief to the wound, Maisie emitting a strangled scream from the movement. 'Sorry.'

'Don't... apologize...' Her eyes were scrunched firmly shut, breathing as best as she could through the pain. After a moment it eased off enough for her to speak again. 'Those plans, they are what you needed, right?'

'They are.'

'Good.'

'Medic's here, Colonel," Newkirk reported, sticking his head through the door.

'Thank you, Newkirk,' Hogan replied as the medic walked in, moving aside so Wilson could get to work.

'I'll wait outside," the Britishman said. "Don't you worry, little mate. You're in good hands.'

Maisie nodded, but never opened her eyes, and he and Hogan left her in the medic's capable hands. The colonel turned to the corporal. 'You didn't know she'd been hurt?'

Newkirk shook his head, the two of them taking a seat at the table to wait. 'No blimey idea. Sorry, G'vnor. If I'd known, I'd spoken earlier.'

Hogan was about to reply, when the fake bunk lifted, and Kinch climbed out from the tunnel.

'All sent through to London, Colonel.'

'Did they say anything else?'

'Nothing for now. We might get a couple quiet days.' He joined them at the table. 'What are you still doing up? I thought you'd both already gone to bed.'

'Waiting for Wilson to give a verdict on our little agent.' Hogan replied.

'Oh?'

'Seems the lass got herself into a little trouble before she found us.' Newkirk replied. 'Got herself hurt.'

'London asked how it went,' Kinch said, turning to the Colonel. 'I told them the meeting was pulled off without problem.'

'Well, we do have a problem. White Eagle was killed, according to the girl. So were his wife and daughter. Gestapo.'

'Did she mention when?'

'No, she didn't wish to talk about it. They were her Uncle and Aunt.'

Newkirk frowned. 'So what do they expect us to do with her, then?'

'I guess she'll be here for a couple days till I speak to London.' Hogan replied. 'Best you both turn in. I'll wait to hear how she is.'

'Night then, Colonel,' Newkirk said.

'Night, Colonel.' Kinch added, as he made for his bunk.

'Good night.' He replied, left alone to think over the events of the evening once they'd gone to bed. He remembered the envelope the girl had given him and wondered what it contained. Finding out would have to be put off till later. He rested his elbows on the table and put his chin on his hands. One thing was certain though; it was a lucky thing that his men hadn't been caught.

Wilson emerged from the colonel's office some time later, motioning for Hogan to come join him in the room. Hogan left the table and went to him, closing the door behind himself. 'How is she?'

'Lucky. Very lucky.' Wilson replied, glancing over at the sleeping teen. 'She'd been shot, flesh wound. Bullet just grazed her. If it had been an inch further upwards, it would've killed her. Took twenty stitches, and she's lost a lot of blood.'

'She'll be alright, though, won't she?'

'If kept quiet and on strict bed rest for a week, minimum, yes. I've administered a strong sedative and a dose of morphine so she'll sleep for quite some time. We'll have to move her from here, though. I would guess her presence needs to be kept a secret.'

Hogan nodded, thinking. 'We'll have to move her back down into the tunnel. We can set up a quarters for her there. Not ideal, but it'll have to do.'

'Can you have someone keep an eye on her?'

'I'll have the men in shifts to look in on her. I'll help watch, too.' He thought for a moment, wondering if he'd be able to get some outside assistance in looking after her and thought of Hilda. 'I might be able to get Hilda to lend some help with her as well.'

'Good. I'll drop in on her, from time to time. Her bandages will need changing daily for a few days to prevent infection from taking hold.'

'Apart from the wound, how is she otherwise?'

'Underweight, verging on malnourished.' He turned back to the colonel. 'I'd be more concerned with her mental state, however. I'd take it easy and gentle with her. She didn't say much, but she didn't need to. Somehow she was shot, I imagine it wasn't a good situation.'

Hogan nodded. 'I'll go easy on her.'

'Try to gain her trust. Hopefully, she'll start opening up when she learns that you're here to help her and we might be able to find out what happened. I best be on my way; roll call will be here before we know it. I'll come back in the morning to check on her.'

Hogan nodded again as the medic picked up his bag and left. He turned to look down at the girl. Gently, he tucked the blankets in closer around her, then went over to his desk and sat down to open the envelope. He pulled out a letter, brought the light over closer, and began to read.

1 Geh zum teufel. - Go to Hell

2 Danke schöne - Thank you very much

3 Verdammt- damn it

4 drecksau - Bastard