"Beej!" Hawkeye leaned over the cot, face inches from the sleeping man's. "The baby stopped crying."

BJ stirred. "Hawk? It's the middle of the night, what are --"

"Listen." Hawkeye held a hand up, eyes darting around. BJ strained his ears, unable to detect even a mouse in the silence. "The baby's stopped crying."

He slowly sat up. "Baby? Hawkeye, I don't --"

Hawkeye looked around, wild, as he whispered confidentially. "They'll smother me next." Then, moving quicker than BJ had ever seen, he darted through the door.

BJ shivered, despite the warm air, apprehension washing over him like ice.