Author Note: Thanks to all the wonderful reviewers, I felt so special, I got so many.

Warning: Violence, again, the next few chapters will have violence so you have been warned.

Author's Note again: I'm not sure about what they call army police, I was writing this chapter and it totally slipped my mind and I didn't want to wait any longer to put the chapter up because I thought I might loose you guys, so here you are, you will have to make due with my calling army police, just police.

This one is shorter I know, but I couldn't help but end it were I did, it made it oh so suspenseful.

Now on with the story.

Chapter 10: The Price of Drugs

Hawkeye's Cell

Hawkeye was dragged to an empty room, completely empty, no chains or rope no nothing. Cement walls, cement floors, and that was it, well the door of course. The guards pushed him down so he landed hard on his knees, but he wasn't going to take that. As soon as his knees hit, he spun around and kicked out with one leg, sweeping one of the guards, Wheezy, of his feet.

Before he could do anything else, three guards rushed in and pinned him down. One punched him hard in the stomach and again in the back.

Hawkeye took the beating quietly, refusing to scream, until finally all he could do was curl into a ball and wait for it to stop.

Margaret's Cell

Margaret found herself, alone, in the dark damp cell, well alone, except for the rats and who knows what else. She was worried, but that didn't stop her from thinking logically. Jackson, through in jail about, must be about 20 years ago. Jackson….who was thrown in jail named Jackson. The memory was stirred. She remembered her parents talking about it, she was only 11 and wasn't that interested but she remembered. He was some drug dealer in….where was it? Brazil….Africa. Took some boy down there with him, some family, what was the name? Oh well, caught him had him thrown in jail.

So why would Jackson be after Hawkeye, was his family the family that got Jackson thrown in jail, it only made sense, but that was a little shocking.

Their captures weren't Korean, so the police wouldn't be much help, that is if the 4077MASH called the police, and she hoped they didn't. That would just bring too much complication into this.

They were American captures, one by the name of Donny Jackson, assuming it was the right Jackson, who hired out other men, probably other jailbirds, to capture Hawkeye and her, but why her?

Her first guess was because she was close to him, but if someone was looking at them from an everyday point of view; it might look like they hate each other, but if Jackson has been spying on them than he would know they were close friends.

So to narrate things, the captures were Americans, who wanted revenge on Hawkeye, so they captured him and her so they could use her as bait. Made sense….but that got her to no conclusion about how to get out of this place.

4077MASH

BJ and Charles were up and about in a few days, but none were happy. The whole camp had heard the story about a hundred times, just to let it sink in. None of them knew, except BJ, Charles, Klinger, Radar, Father Mulcany, and Colonel Potter, that the captures were Jackson, assuming of course that it was. They all knew that they weren't Korean, but they kept Daniel Pierces wishes and only told Hawkeye's close friends.

The camp was depressed, O.R, sessions were silent, after two days Colonel Potter called a meeting. After they were all assembled, without many words, he began.

"I have decided not to call the police," the words were met by silence so he went on, "They would ask too many questions, and after learning that the captures weren't Korean, they might not do anything about it,"

Silence.

"So what are we going to do?"

"Anything we can, and that means searching for ourselves, the old fashion way," he pulled out a bundle of maps, "these maps are covering about 50 miles, this unit in the dead center,"

"And assuming, this is Jackson," Charles broke in, "than he won't have moved far,"

"Why not?" That was BJ.

"If my calculations are correct, which I know they are, than Jackson must be at least in his late fifties, which means he wouldn't have the mobility, necessary to cover so much distance, no offense, Colonel,"

"None taken, Winchester, but you do make a fine point,"

"So where would he be?" That was Father Mulcany.

"With his back to the wind," they all turned to Klinger; he had been silent the last few days, so to hear him break the silence was odd.

"What do you mean?"

"It's an old saying, 'travel with your back to the wind', it means, he would away from danger, so away from the Korean lines, south of this unit, and someplace hidden." They all stood and leaned over the maps, "look here," he pointed to a clump of trees about 2 miles south of camp, "this is a perfect spot to hide people, no Americans are stationed here, if the maps are up to date, and if my math is right, and its five miles away from the Korean line, so he would have a less chance of running into any Koreans there."

They all went into a contemplative silence, "Well golly, that's a wonderful idea,"

"I agree lets go," Charles stood and was followed by BJ and Radar.

"Wait! We can't just go gallivanting out their, like a bunch of dunderheads, we have to keep this quiet, act like this conversation never took place, I'll think about this and see what we shall do, dismissed," Colonel Potter ended the meeting, though they all left in some what higher spirits.

Back at the Cell

Hawkeye woke with a groan, slowly to not irritate his wounds, he rolled himself onto his back and just lay their, catching his breath. That was one hell of a beating, he thought to himself. Ironically it didn't hurt as bad as he thought it would. A couple broken bones, bruising here and there, he would live. Taking a deep breath he sat up, damn, he was back in the cell with Margaret, who by the looks of it was unconscious or asleep; it looked to be the latter when she woke after a moment.

"Hawkeye?" she asked groggily, then he realized she was no longer chained, he just prayed that she didn't have to go what he went through.

He one-handedly crawled over to her, being sure to keep his right wrist, which was sprained, cradles to his chest. She met him half way and he collapsed into her arms, breathing heavily from the effort to move so far.

She scooted backwards until she was leaning against the wall and Hawkeye was resting against her, "well Hotlips, I didn't… expect our first date…. to be like this," he said between gasps.

"Oh garbage head," she joked half-heartedly, "Hawkeye…." Her voice trailed off, "what's going on?"

Silence. he said slowly, "a long story,"

"We might be here a long time,"

At first she thought he wasn't going to answer, but he did, "remember….Donny Jackson, and went to jail….20 years ago?"

"Yes, I assume this is the same Jackson,"

"It is," he stopped for a moment, he never really told anyone about this, not even Trapper or his friends back in Maine, or BJ or anyone, only his father and close family, which there weren't a lot, knew, "he was my father's medical partner…he had been for a couple a years, we didn't really like him but he was a damn good surgeon," he stopped again to catch his breath.

"Hawkeye, if it's too hard to breath, stop,"

He went on anyway, "he was an okay guy, I never like him, hated him really, and I showed him that as much as possibly, never trusted him either, he would take long breaks in work and come back smelling like smoke, I knew he was a drug addict. I called him on it once," he leaned his back and closed his eyes as if remembering, "we were in the library," he took another breath, "he was smoking something, he saw me and hit me," he stopped again, "he threatened to kill my father if I told him about anything, of course I listened I was ten, he could do it to,"

Margaret watched him, his eyes were clenched shut, weather in pain from the wound or his memory; she wasn't sure.

"He never hit me again, apologized the next day, I didn't buy it, I just hated him more, for being such a fraud, a few years later my mom died, he used mock me when and I were together and my father wasn't around, I was just the Italian boy, who wasn't worth anything after his mother died. My father became sort of…distant. That was just another reason to taunt me, Jackson told me he just didn't want me anymore and there were times that I believed it."

He stopped again and she could tell, talking was becoming painful, he looked at her and his eyes were distant and reminded her of a lost child or a pet left in the rain, he looked away and stared into space as he continued, "a few days later he told my father that sense I was becoming so into medical studies that I should take a trip with him to South America to study medicines there, well we didn't go to South America…..remember that boy who Donny Jackson to took Africa for a price for drugs?"

"Yes…."

"That was me,"

End Chapter 10