Wilson did good work. Despite his protestations, and the constant downplaying of his abilities, he wasn't just the only doctor in camp. He was the best doctor in camp. It wasn't just because of his medical talents either. It was because he cared about his patients, and stuck with them. As hard as Hogan worked to pull together impossible capers, Wilson worked that much harder to patch things up when the capers went bust.

He was absolutely invaluable to the team and Hogan made sure Wilson knew that shortly after Newkirk got done swearing at the man for fifteen minutes. Hogan couldn't blame Newkirk much either, after all, the man had a broken nose and broken and cracked ribs. The bones had required setting and there was no way to make something like that easy without painkillers.

London had promised to send what they could but it wouldn't come until well after midnight and despite Newkirk's protests, Wilson wouldn't let Newkirk wait that long. That had been the root of the disagreement, but Newkirk had quickly made it personal.

Now that he was 'in the club' Hogan had been able to quietly guide Baby Bear away from the yelling when the language exceeded what he thought she should hear. For that reason he and the girl were in the far corner of the rec hall when Klink and Langenscheidt barged into the building unannounced.

By that time Carter's surgery was done and he was resting on the canvas stretcher on the floor. As the sergeant was already covered in a blanket all Olsen had to do was lay a towel over Carter's face and the man's identity was effectively hidden.

Newkirk pulled the blanket that was wrapped around his shoulders, up over his head and hunched in his chair, his back to the door.

Klink took his time searching the room and Hogan was grateful that Wilson and Olsen had kept their mustache's on. Wilson managed to get to his glasses first and slipped them into place, keeping his face turned away from the Kommandant.

Hogan stayed where he was on the bench in front of the chess table with Baby Bear sitting directly behind him, her legs pulled up to her chest. He was effectively out of sight for the moment, if not out of mind.

After his lengthy, suspicious stare subsided Klink turned to address Wilson, spotting the man's jacket laying across one of the tables. "Herr Doctor, I am Kommandant Klink. I was unable to introduce myself when you came into camp before, and I apologize. I was hoping that you would join me tonight for a private dinner in my quarters."

Wilson panicked. A doctor yes. Willing to stick his hands into the innards of another man, yes. But a spy. Not hardly. The medic stared at the Kommandant without responding and Hogan wished he could step in, but even drawing attention to himself could risk the tiny body behind him.

"Whoever zat man is, make him leave. Zis is a surgery not a hotel room. I won't take visitors!" Newkirk suddenly said, using a guttural German voice, the words slurred.

Klink looked with surprise to the man hunched under a blanket, taking a step or two closer then stiffening when the voice barked again.

"Vat are you, a peeping Tom? Luftwaffe colonels have nothing better to do than to stare at vounded generals?"

"G-general, I..I…" Klink nearly choked on the word immediately affixing his eyes as far from the man in the blanket as possible. "I had no way of knowing, General, I.."

It had taken longer than Olsen liked to find his glasses. When he finally did he rose to his feet from behind the table and rushed theatrically to Newkirk's side.

"Please General Newkirkenheimscheidt, you must relax. The procedure isn't finished yet and you could do irreversible damage." The man chided before glaring darkly at Klink. "You do not have permission to be here, Krink. You are upsetting the general and reversing hours of delicate surgery."

"I'm s-sorry, Sir, General Newkirken-"

"This man is very sick!"

"Yah, very sick." Newkirk agreed, feeling like he was going to suffocate under the blanket.

"His condition may worsen if he is not given time to rest and recover!" Olsen continued, backing the commandant out of the building one step at a time.

"I'm so sorry, General. I was only trying to find out what the shouting was about, I-"

"There would be less shouting if you were to stop poking your nose where it does not belong." Olsen growled.

Newkirk was about to add something to the matter but his stomach lurched, the heat from the blanket combining with the remainder of the recent pain to make him queasy.

"He must rest!" Olsen declared, grabbing for the door.

"Rest, yes, sir. Rest, of course sir. But if the General should need anything, I-"

Olsen slammed the door shut in Klink's face and Newkirk popped his head out from under the blanket looking green.

"Newkirkenheimscheidt!?" Hogan demanded, then reached a hand behind him to collect Baby Bear. But she had already hopped down from her perch and scampered over to the door preparing to pull it back open again. "Olsen!" Hogan shouted, launching to his feet.

Olsen gently intercepted and tried his own smile on the girl as Wilson swept in for the save, producing a bucket into which Newkirk lost what was left of a distant breakfast. The unfortunate rebellion of his stomach awakened a hundred other pains and Newkirk was once more plunged into misery, which he punctuated with a few choice words before falling silent.

Olsen handed Baby Bear off to Hogan who held the girl in his arms watching Olsen and Wilson once again clean up Newkirk.

"He needs to be in a real bed, Colonel." Wilson said apologetically once Newkirk's stomach had settled again. "Both of them. They both need painkillers too, and penicillin for Carter."

"The medicine is coming tonight and I plan to house Carter and Newkirk in my quarters. I've already got LeBeau and some of the fellas working on getting an extra bunk in there."

"How are you going to cover for them at roll call?" Olsen asked.

Hogan eyed Wilson, no longer fully confident in the plan he'd thought up, given the way the past few minutes had gone.

"I was hoping that the two of you would be willing to turn out in uniform at roll call. I'll report two of my men ill and request that the visiting Herr Doctor come take a look at them. Klink will believe whatever you tell him and once Carter and Newkirk are in my quarters it won't matter."

"And the uh…" Wilson swallowed, looking about as green as Newkirk had been a minute ago. "The two special patients that I'm supposed to be tending to?"

Hogan felt Baby Bear starting to slump in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder. The weight of her head was an easy distraction and the addition of another problem that he hadn't yet found a solution for didn't make it any easier to think. "I'll have to get back to you on that." Hogan said after a moment.

Olsen smirked a little and pointed vaguely at the girl. "Speaking of patients, Colonel, she could use a decent meal and a bath. Not necessarily in that order."

"I've got the perfect man for that job." Hogan said. "I just have to figure out how I'm going to convince him of that."


Twenty minutes later, LeBeau said, "You want me to do what?"

"Food and a bath, LeBeau, it's not that hard." Hogan said, then gestured to the tiny creature that he was holding easily with one arm. "There isn't that much of her to clean and she's quiet."

"Sure, she's quiet now. All women act like angels around officers." LeBeau groused then turned back to the thick brothy soup he was making with Carter and Newkirk especially in mind. "The minute you leave, she will turn into a devil."

"LeBeau." Hogan chided, disappointed. "You're probably the most qualified man in this camp. You said yourself you had how many siblings and cousins..?"

The Frenchman stood at the stove, glowering miserably into the soup for a few minutes before he mumbled a number.

"I'm sorry, Louie, what was that?" Hogan prompted and smirked a little when the Frenchman's shoulders sagged.

"I said, 38, and oui, I'll do it." Louie turned around, looking the girl over like he was judging the weight of a turkey hanging in a window. "But don't think this makes me the camp babysitter. And I don't change diapers, so she had better be housebroken."

"This from the man who wouldn't let me cast a dog out of the barracks." Hogan said shaking his head.

"I have never yet heard a person say that "Children are a man's best friend."" Louie said stubbornly then lifted his hands up to take the girl. "Come on, hand her over."

"Uh...you have to be part of the club first." Hogan said.

"Club! What club?"

"The Baby Bear club. See, she'll only go to the people that she trusts. And she'll trust you if she likes your smile."

LeBeau shrugged and smirked. "Who doesn't like my smile?" He said, then grinned toothily at the girl.

Baby Bear took one look and retreated against Hogan's shoulder and the colonel walked over to the table, perching on the edge and settling the girl on his knee. "Nah, LeBeau. You have to be sincere about it. Here." Mimicking Newkirk, Hogan pointed to LeBeau and said, "Baby Bear, this is Louie. He's French. He's a good cook, and a great dancer. And he's got to take care of you for a while, so that I can tend to Andrew and Peter."

Hogan felt like an idiot. He was fairly certain that Baby Bear couldn't understand a word of English and that his explanations were pointless, but something about the face he was making, or his tone of voice, must have convinced her to try again, and she directed brown, soulful eyes to the Frenchman.

Louie stood with his arms crossed over his chest, waiting to see what would happen. When all he got were stares he shrugged and said, "What? What if I don't want to be in the club?"

"LeBeau!" Hogan warned, then softened his tone. "Now, try it again." Hogan poked LeBeau leaving a small dent in the worn wool of his sweater, then poked Baby Bear's shoulder, wondering if the trick had been poking in the right spot. He made the introductions again then looked to the little Frenchman expectantly.

LeBeau smiled again, mostly teeth, though his eyes were a little softer. Baby Bear leaned away from the colonel and stared at LeBeau's mouth, inspecting the smile closely before she sank back against the familiar smelling leather jacket.

"No go, Colonel. If she doesn't like me, she doesn't like me." LeBeau said, far to happy about it before he turned back to the cooking pot.

"She's gonna like you, because you're gonna keep trying." Hogan said, irritated, then looked to the little girl who was now staring raptly at the pot on the stove. "Is any of that ready to eat?"

LeBeau glanced at the colonel, then to the hungry girl in his lap, then smirked softly. "Oui. It is too hot at the moment but I can have some ready for her in a bit."

"Thanks, Louie." Hogan said then looked down to the fuzzy head that snapped up to focus on him. "I guess that means there's time for a little tour." He said, then set Baby Bear on her feet and guided her with one hand around the small building, keeping up a constant narrative.