Title: Caught
BJ reclined on his cot watching Hawkeye and Klinger ripped apart the Swamp, his fingers wrapped securely around an envelope hidden deeply within the pocket of his robe.
"So help me, Klinger …" Hawkeye snarled, digging through BJ's footlocker.
"I'm sorry, sir. We've looked everywhere, except BJ's bed."
"May I?" Hawkeye asked sweetly.
"Absolutely," BJ smirked. He stood, pulling his hand from his pocket. The letter slipped out, and floated to the floor. Hawkeye's darkening eyes snapped to his friend.
"That better not be what I think it is …"