Counting the Hours Chapter 3- Carter and LeBeau

Disclaimer- I think I put one in chapter 1

Summary- What is happening to Carter and LeBeau.

Other Stuff- I'm not sure if prisoner interrogation is against the Geneva Convention, if it isn't just pretend. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

LeBeau felt so guilty. He and Carter were locked in a Gestapo holding cell. They had been there for about 5hrs now. Carter was asleep, but LeBeau was to worried to sleep, so he sat on the floor sifting through his thoughts.

He was thanking his lucky stars that they hadn't been interrogated yet. Even though it was against the Geneva Convention he didn't doubt that the Gestapo would do it anyway.

Heck, he thought miserably, the way the Gestapo operated it was very unlikely he and Carter were getting out of here.

And all because of a sneeze. One stupid sneeze. Why couldn't he have held onto it? If he had they wouldn't be in this predicament.

Carter stirred. A bruise was beginning to form around his right eye, a symbol of the way the Gestapo handled prisoners.

"Hey LeBeau,"

"Yeah Carter?" LeBeau muttered, not looking up. He still felt so guilty about getting poor Carter into this situation that he was almost afraid to face him.

"The colonels going to get us out of this. I just know it. He always gets us out of scrapes and stuff like that."

LeBeau smiled in spite of himself. Trust Carter to call being captured by the Gestapo and face interrogation and possibly death a 'scrape'. Carter had such great faith in Colonel Hogan. While LeBeau wasn't as sure that Hogan could do much about their problem he decided that he should keep Andrew's spirits high.

"I'm sure he will Andrew. All we have to do is wait for him." Or the Gestapo interrogators, whichever comes first. It wasn't a particularly happy thought for LeBeau to dwell on.

He was settling down to try and get some sleep when the sound of footsteps began to echo around the cell.

"Who do you think that is?" Asked Carter sounding scared.

"I don't know" LeBeau replied, "but if they are interrogators remember only give name, rank and serial number."

Just then the door slammed open to reveal one very nasty looking Captain, flanked by two Gestapo henchman.

"Hello gentleman" The Captain spoke. He had a voice that was so cutting it could probably cut people in two. "We are here for some information."

LeBeau frowned apprehensively. I hope the colonel gets here soon. He thought anxiously. This mightn't be very much fun at all.

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Yay! Chapter three is finished, tell me what you think. Any ideas are appreciated. Thankyou for all the great reviews.- Capt. Cow