Authors Note: a wee warning, some torture next chapter, I will try to handle it as best I can and not make it too graphic.

The Man behind the Smile

Chapter Twelve

For Hawkeye, It's the End

"Well I hate to disturb such a lovely moment," Jackson said from the whole in the wall, "I was investing the building making sure it was secure, Wouldn't want your little friends to find this and help you escape, so I thought it best to close it up,"

"Go to hell, Jackson," Margaret said slammed her fist over the whole making him jump. Hawkeye was awake now and pushed Margaret out of the way.

"I keep looking at you through something, Jackson, how come you can never talk to me face to face,"

Jackson froze, "you'll regret that,"

Hawkeye didn't even flinch at the threat, Jackson shot him one last sneer before closing the whole back up and they were again left in darkness.

A few moments later they could hear footsteps making their way towards them. Hawkeye tightened his hold on Margaret and positioned himself so he was slightly in front of her, "Don't worry," he whispered into her hair, "I won't let them hurt you,"

They looked like boy scouts; hiking through the woods; BJ, Charles, and Colonel Potter. Armed with nothing but Potter's pistol, BJ's knife and Charles' Antique English hand gun that "hadn't been shopped since the Revolutionary War"

"According to this map," Potter said staring at the fork in the warn path in front of them. "Were in the woods, where we expect them to be, and if Klinger's reasoning is right he would go south…Let's go,"

A Few Hours Later

"It's almost dark, we've been tramping in circles, Colonel, and I suggest we stop,"

"BJ, Hunnicut is right, we won't do Hawkeye and Margaret any good if we get ourselves lost,"

"But we can't just abandon them!" BJ cried out, outraged at there easy manner about stopping, "who knows if there hurt? For all we know they could be dead!"

"Hunnicut, I understand, but if we get lost we won't do them any good,"

"We're lost already so what difference does it make!"

"Because it's dark and we could wander into North Korean territory and get ourselves shot, Gosh darn it, and we won't do them any good then!"

BJ froze, "I know…."

They camped under a tree, and they were miserable. The ground was cold, and it have began to drizzle fairly light, even through the thick canopy of browning trees, but by the time they settled in, they were soaked.

"Charles," BJ said when they were all laying down in a triangle, "you don't really hate Hawkeye do you?"

Charles did that annoying mocking laugh, "I hardly think this is the time to be-"

"Because if you really did hate him you wouldn't agree to help look for him,"

Charles didn't respond, "Yes I know what you mean….you're right….well good night gentlemen," a few moments later soft snores were emitting from the blankets.

"Colonel?"

"Hmmm…."

"Do you think we'll find them?"

Potter sighed, "I don't know, Hunnicut, hope that Father is praying for us, because….I don't know,"

"Rise and shine, Winchester," the trio was groggily rising with the sun.

"You cads," Charles hissed, "slowly rising to his feet. They feasted on cold "sausages" and "cheese" and then set off again.

"All the trouble we have to go through just too…"

BJ cut him off, "stop grumbling Charles," and they continued.

"Colonel, not to be a damper in our…'light spirits' but we've been walking around in circle for hours," Charles said as they stopped in the middle of a worn path.

Potter didn't respond. He just stood there with a concentrated look on his face, "We're getting closer,"

"How can you tell?"

"Listen."

They did, the woods were silent; unusually silent.

"Someone's near by?" BJ inquired.

"Yes," Potter said lowering his voice.

"Well then, let's go," Charles said; anxious.

They didn't have to walk long; about a mile up the path they found a building. The center look looked like an old bomb shelter, have of it was underground the other half above, made of metal, judging by the color. There was a hollowed out side of ground next to it, were a door was leading up stairs into another building, this one wooden. It was large, two stories high not counting the floor that was half under ground.

No sound was coming from the formidable building – which wasn't a good sign.

The drizzle had finally stopped, they were semi-dry now and the sun had come out. It would look welcoming if they didn't already know what they would find inside.

"So, Dr. Pierce," Jackson said coming into their cell, "I think I'm here to take you up on your offer…You give your life up for this wench here, she goes free once your dear. Sound like a plan?"

Hawkeye met his eyes, "Promise not to hurt her and you have a deal,"

"Hawkeye no!" Margaret said from behind him.

"Pierce, haven't we gone through this already?"

"Promise," he said again, trying to ignore Margaret's vain attempts and stopping him. For being so thin, he was stronger than he looks.

"Alright, alright, I promise,"

"How do I know you're not lying?"

"Ben," he said as if he was disappointed, "as long as you have known me, have I ever killed anyway? Don't answer that, I haven't. I just like to torture them – listen to the screams – don't you understand, it's all for the sport of it."

Margaret semi-broke away from Hawkeye's protective grasp, "Sick bastard, you need help, you psychopath,"

Jackson just laughed, "Well, Pierce, it's time to go," two guards came in tentively and it looked to Margaret like they didn't have a good encounter with Hawkeye last time, one was sprouting a black eye and favoring his wrist, the other was limping and looked like he was trying to protect his groan area. Margaret would have laughed if it wasn't for the seriousness of the situation. Margaret watched him get pulled away, her shoulders drooped, but she wasn't the only one watching. Three others watched as well.

BJ was having a panic attack, "He's going to get himself killed, you heard him, He's going to get himself tortured to death. We have to go get them out of there," he jumped up from where he was in army crawl position to look through the window.

"Hunnicut, keep your voice down do want to get us caught?"

BJ froze, "we have to at least save Margaret," then he added to himself in a whisper, "then at least he can try to save himself."

End Chapter Eleven

Sorry for the delay, I have been having trouble with my computer, homecoming was yesterday so we were busy with spirit week last week, and I had to work with the parade and the football game I had to play at for band.

Look at authors note at top of page for warning.