(A/N: Thanks to my two reviewers! Heehee. I know, AEM1, that was what some people complained about last time. I honestly didn't think about where Trapper left and BJ came in, I just usually associate Henry's death with BJ and Potter coming, and don't think about all the grief Hawkeye goes through when Trap goes home.
And for people who are sending me flame emails just because Frank said 'the F word'... get a life. I don't use language like that often, but the once or twice I do, I think you can deal with it, or stop reading.)
Chapter Fourteen
Hawkeye ignored the startled looks he got as, his clothes more wrinkled than usual, his hair touseled, and his facial expression lacking the necessity of sleep, he opened the door of Margaret's tent and walked out late in the morning.
It DID look suspicious. Even for Hawkeye.
But loud gasps of astonishment followed as BJ walked out, looking much the same.
What kind of kinky stuff had gone on in Major Houlihan's tent the previous night?!
Of course, nothing had gone on. Hawkeye, BJ, and Margaret had simply spent the night trying to form a decent plan that would keep Henry from going home. In a body bag, that is. Hawkeye had been chosen to alert Henry of the danger he was in, while Margaret's task was to seduce Frank and see what information she could get out of him. BJ was in charge of Sergeant Demorest, but nobody was sure what he was going to do yet.
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Margaret tensed as she heard Frank's 'secret' knock on her door. In as seductive a voice as she could manage, she said "Come in, darling." Frank sidled in with a suspicious look in each direction first. Then he gave a lipless smile, which made her cringe on the inside. Ever since Hawkeye's kiss, she had been wondering what she had ever seen in Frank. Maybe it was his rank. She had once stated that she could never love anyone lower-ranking than herself. How foolish.
"Frank… you haven't been to see me in days. Is something wrong?"
The smile disappeared from his face, and he fidgeted nervously, stammering out an answer. "Uh, erm, well, a Major's duties are very consuming Margaret… of course, hahaha, you would know that too!" He said with an annoying, nervous laugh. Margaret continued to smile, and held up the two halves of paper that she had picked up off the floor of her tent when Hawkeye stormed out.
Frank looked horrified.
"M-M-Margaret, honey, where did you get that? I mean... what is it? I mean... I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!" He shouted, panicking, when Margaret silenced him with a kiss. It was uncomfortable for her, but Frank obviously enjoyed it. "Shhh..." She said quietly, pressing a finger to his lips.
"I'd never turn you in, Frank, darling... I want to be a part of it. This outfit, this world needs to be rid of Colonel Blake once and for all."