Author's Note: I tried to make this one longer for you guys, hope it's a good length, this so far in my opinion is my best chapter. Also, I do mention illegal drug trading, but no drug usage in this story.

Warning: Violence, mild swearing, mentions of drug trade, but only mentions and no drugs are in this story at all, I just needed to add some history for the bad guy. Teehee.

Rating: M

Don't say I didn't warn ya.

Chapter 9: The Questions Begin

Margaret woke to the sound of loud snoring and after opening her eyes she realized it was her. She didn't know where she was, and couldn't remember what happened.

"Margaret?" a voice said from the far corner. Hawkeye….it all came rushing back to her, the sounds of a struggle behind the SWAMP, Charles and BJ getting knocked out and the two of them dragged, "Margaret don't try to move," the familiar voice said again, "it'll hurt….you can sit up though,"

Margaret did try to sit up and it made her head pound, at that moment she noticed him. He was sitting cross-legged directly in front of her. There were shackles around his wrists, that connected to the wall and one around his neck that forced him to sit semi-upright or it would choke him.

"Hawkeye," she said, they were sitting in what looked to be an old cellar, it was roomy, just big enough to keep Hawkeye's claustrophobia at bay, there was a small window on the door, that look to be dead-bolted, "what happened?"

He didn't answer, but turned his head away, he almost looked ashamed, "it's a long story,"

"We might be here a long time," her only response was a shrug.

He was still half-hidden by shadows; it must be light outside do to the sun pouring through the dingy window, "how long have we been here?"

"Since last night, we're being watched, so watch what you say," at that moment the door swung open and she could see him in full light, a bruise decorated his lower right jaw, there was a bloody gash above his right eye. Eyes that were dull and held little or nothing of the lively spark that used to be there.

"Well, well, well," a voice said from the doorway. Margaret couldn't see his face, the sun was blinding her, and "how are we today, Benny boy?"

Back at the 4077MASH

"Get the Daniel Pierce on the phone, now," Colonel Potter snapped at Radar, "I have a feeling this has nothing to do with the war, I want to talk to Pierce's father immediately."

"Uh….yes, I'll have Klinger check on Major Winchester and BJ," and Radar was gone.

Sherman sighed and let his head fall in his hands. He had a nagging feeling that this had something to do with that letter that Hawkeye got a few days back, he wasn't certain but the only way to find out was to talk directly to the sender…as if on cue…"Colonel, sir, Dr. Pierce is on,"

Sherman picked up the line, "Hello, is this a Dr. Daniel Pierce?"

"Yes, who is this," Sherman flinched, if the voice didn't sound so serious and wasn't so deep, it could have been mistaken for Hawkeye's.

"This is Colonel Sherman Potter, of the 4077MASH, I am your sons CO, I am afraid I have some bad news," he spoke quietly he didn't want anyone else to here this conversation. He leaned back in his chair and waited for a response.

"What….kind of news?"

"Well, Dr. Pierce, as of last night your son and my head nurse went missing, we…I have a feeling you can tell me who,"

There was silence on the other end and then a shaky response, "Excuse me?"

Sherman sighed, "let me be frank with you, Pierce…er….Hawkeye, has been out of sorts lately and I figure it's because of a letter he got from you a couple days back, call me an ol' crazy cowboy, but I think that letter is linked to his disappearance, do you follow?"

Daniel Pierce was silent, "yes, I know exactly how I can help you. Please, Colonel, don't interrupt. Hawkeye has tried to keep this quiet for a long time, and he sworn me to keep silent about it too, so please tell only the people you have to. When Ben was 13, after his mother died, I had a medical partner, named Donny Jackson,"

"Wasn't that the follow who was thrown in jail for drug dealing in Africa, took some poor kid down there with him and used him as a price?" Sherman couldn't refrain from asking.

"The one and only," Daniel replied, "Ben and I were the ones who found out about the trade and got him thrown in jail, I thought him to be a good man, at the time, a little…different….but never do anything illegal, he was fine surgeon, but stubborn, anyway, the last thing he said to us was he swore to get revenge on us, about 2 weeks ago, he was released from jail, that's what was in the letter I sent to Hawkeye, I think it might have caught him off guard."

Sherman didn't answer right away. He remembered hearing the story on the news about the drug deal and the nameless family that caught him; he would never have thought it to be Hawkeye and his father, that's what frightened him a little. This could be Donny Jackson, but he would be too old to do this himself so who was he in league with, or who did he higher out as help.

"Excuse me, Colonel, is my son….is he alright? Do you know anything? What happened exactly?"

"We don't know, we found two of our surgeons unconscious behind the SWAM….behind Hawkeye's tent and he and out head nurse, missing. They are still unconscious but as soon as they wake up we will know more,"

"Thank you, can you let me know….if you hear anything? Anything at all?"

"Yes, we will do that Dr. Pierce, thank you for the information, with your help; we might be able to find them a lot faster,"

"Thank you, Colonel,"

The connection ended and Sherman was left sitting in his office in silent confusion.

Back in the Cellar

"Hawkeye, who is this?" Margaret said the figured has stepped forward, but she sill couldn't see his face.

"Oh yes, Hawkeye, who am I? You do remember me, don't you Benny?"

Margaret stared at Hawkeye, she knew him, and so they weren't capture by communists, than who were these people? She was surprised by the look on Hawkeye's face, the twinkle of mirth was gone, his silver-blue eyes, now dark storm clouds. His lips, usually smiling, were pulled into a sneer, he scared her.

"Mr. Jackson, how could I forget, how are your little friends in jail, hmmm?" His voice was even worse, usually joking, or laughing, was now dripping with hatred and disgust for this 'Mr. Jackson.' What Hawkeye said seemed to strike a cord, because Jackson stalked forward and back-handed Hawkeye hard across the cheek. Margaret stifled a scream of terror; the strike didn't seem to affect Hawkeye much. He just calmly turned his head so he was starring directly into Jackson's now visibly black eyes. Without ever breaking eye contact, Hawkeye spat at his feet.

If Margaret wasn't so frightened she would have laughed, only Hawkeye would do something as brave, stupid, but brave, as that. Jackson stared down at Hawkeye with a look of disgust. To most he would be intimidating. He was an older man, maybe late fifties, early sixties, he gray hair that was flat and thinning, black, eyes, and a hard angry expression, his lips always turned into a scowl.

"Still as tough as you were so many years ago, huh Benny boy?" He turned so his fiery gaze rested on her, "but what about your girl here?"

He raised his hand struck her against the cheek, she gasped, that….bastard.

"No!" Hawkeye said without thinking, "Don't hurt her,"

Jackson turned back to her, "no, so I can still hurt you yet hm…what's going to stop me from killing her, Pierce?"

"Don't please," Hawkeye held out his wrists, "kill me instead,"

"No!" Margaret found her self saying and she tried to fight the chains that held her fast.

"Be quiet girl," Jackson snapped at her, "you instead, so let me get this straight, you are willing to get your self…probably torture to death, just for this wench?"

Hawkeye visibly bristled at the word 'wench', "Yes, I am,"

Jackson smiled cruelly, "good, oh guards," he called out and then looking at Hawkeye as if they were best friends said, "they wanted to have showy names, they got me out of jail,"

"Jail?" Margaret asked curiously.

"Oh yes, Pierce, how could I forgot, you didn't want anyone to know about your little experience, well Ms….Houlighan is it? Your boyfriend over here, got me thrown in jail," he looked like he was going to continue but, at that point, two young men, about 40 walked in, dressed in dark pants and a black t-shirt, they were American, they weren't wearing uniforms so why they were in Korea was beyond Margaret, "oh guards, please, take Mr.….excuse me Dr. Pierce here to his cell,"

The duo unchained Hawkeye except for his hands, but Hawkeye wasn't going to go easily, "promise you won't hurt her,"

"Now, Pierce don't you trust us?"

"Promise," he said again more firmly. Margaret didn't want Hawkeye to do this, she could live with the pain, she hoped.

"Hawkeye, don't,"

"Jackson," he said ignoring Margaret protest.

"Alright, Pierce, your lass here, will be perfectly alright."

Hawkeye still didn't move, so one of the guards, who Margaret named Porky, due to his size, punched him hard in the back, forcing his feet forward.

They were all outside the cell except for Margaret who was still sitting chained to the wall, "not don't worry, Margaret Houlighan, your boyfriend won't get hurt….too much," and than the door closed and everything was dark.

Back at the 4077MASH

"Colonel Potter, BJ and Charles are awake,"

"Oh bloody hell," Charles moaned from where he was sitting with an ice pack to his head in post-op on an empty bed. BJ who was sitting on the bed next to his, smiled, don't worry, Charles, you should have a nice little scar, to attract the ladies."

"What! Why you…."

"Boys, settle down," Colonel Potter said walking in.

"Colonel, Hawkeye, is he okay?"

Sherman sighed, "We don't know, son, we hoped you could tell us what happened behind the SWAMP?"

"Well, Margaret was in the SWAMP with us talking about Hawkeye, we were worried about him," BJ started also holding an icepack to his head, "we heard someone struggling outside and found a bunch a guys all dressed in black, but they weren't Korean we could see there eyes, holding Hawkeye down, so we got tossed into the fight and we were knocked out and that was about it,"

"You say these fella's weren't Korean?"

"No, white as chalk," Charles said, eyes half-closed with pain, "where's Margaret?"

Sherman looked down, "missing along with Hawkeye,"

He then related to the two of them only what Daniel had told him.

"You think…..Donny Jackson?"

"All we can do it hope that it's not that,"

End Chapter Nine

Thanks all for reading this chapter, I did reread it, (not to thoroughly, but I tried) to check for grammar mistakes and spelling mistakes, etc., etc…

The plot I hope is going okay; I was having lots and lots of trouble writing Daniel Pierce's and Colonel Potter's phone conversation.

I want to thank one very nice reviewer who stood up for me in protest against that rude reviewer. Thank you, if I thanked you the last chapter (I can't remember if I did) than thank you again.

I am taking off the members only thing, just because I do think its kind of unfair, I just needed to do that, to reassure myself I suppose, but it is now back to all reviewers welcome.

Update soon or as soon as I can.