"Captain Pierce and Captain Hunicutt please come to Colonel Potter's office immediately. It looks like you've done it again, boys."
Hawkeye looked over at BJ curiously, wondering if they had done something the night before when they were drunk out of their minds.
BJ shrugged and threw Hawkeye his bathrobe. "Come on Hawk; let's get this over with."
The two men shuffled slowly towards the main office, grumbling and whining the entire way.
"Colonel, there's just one thing I want to say in my defense." BJ said as soon as they entered the office. Potter leaned back in his chair, looking slightly amused.
"What's that, Hunicutt?"
BJ sunk into a chair in front of the desk and pointed behind him. "It was all him."
Potter smiled and sat up straight. "So then you want him to take all responsibility?"
BJ nodded and smiled fiendishly. Hawkeye didn't even try to defend himself; he only shuffled to the window and pulled the blinds closed, before sitting down on a table cautiously.
Potter shook his head. "Well then I suppose Pierce will have to go to Tokyo by himself." BJ's head jerked up, his eyes wide. Hawkeye, who had been tenderly massaging his temples, jumped up; his splitting headache forgotten.
"Yippee; I'm heading for Tokyo!" Hawkeye yelled boyishly, tossing a few blank pages into the air.
Colonel Potter laughed and rolled his eyes. "Now hold your horses. You're going for a medical conference. Since you two have been working the hardest I decided to let you go." He leaned back in his chair as he handed the two men their passes. "You leave in an hour."
Margaret sullenly walked into post-op and Kara Able looked at her curiously.
"What's wrong Major?"
Margaret sighed and shook her head. "I'm here to relieve you." She muttered quietly.
"He's not leaving Margaret." She said quietly. Margaret's head shot up and she looked at her nurse suspiciously.
"What are you talking about?"
"Hawkeye just got a three day pass to Tokyo for a medical conference. He's not going." Margaret had walked to the small desk in the corner of the room and sat down. Kara sat down on the empty cot beside her.
"What are you talking about Kara? I just saw him packing."
Kara only smiled broadly, before walking out of the building.
Margaret leaned back in her chair, casually playing with her ring.
"Nurse," one of soldiers croaked hoarsely. Margaret jumped up and quickly walked over to him.
"What's wrong Private?" she asked kindly.
"I'm not going to have a chance to say this soon, so…" he grinned and shrugged. "Good luck."
Margaret frowned in confusion. "I don't understand. Good luck for what?"
The boy only smiled and put a finger to his lips. Hawkeye crashed through the double doors, Kara trailing behind him.
"That boy doctor." She said pointing to the Private that Margaret had just been speaking with.
Hawkeye cursed and quickly walked over to the young man. Margaret looked down at the boy in confusion. A moment ago he had been talking to her, now he seemed deathly ill. His face was white, his eyes were closed, and his breathing was very shallow.
Hawkeye took his pulse and looked at Kara in alarm. "Go get Potter in here." He shouted.
"But what about Tokyo Doctor?" Kara asked, trying to keep a large grin off her face. Hawkeye sighed and shrugged.
"Go tell Charles to pack; the chopper leaves in five minutes." Kara smiled victoriously and quickly ran out the room. Hawkeye stood up and looked over the boy's chart. Margaret felt something touch her leg and she looked down just in time to see the private wink at her.
Margaret gasped and Hawkeye looked over at her. "What's wrong?"
Margaret shook her head silently and tried to hide the smile that was creeping over her face. The nurses had completely set this up!
"I…I have paperwork." Margaret stuttered, quickly heading back across the room.
Colonel Potter rushed inside and Klinger and Father Mulcahy arrived with a stretcher.
Everyone froze as they heard the chopper taking off. Hawkeye sighed and Potter put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Next time son."
Hawkeye looked down at the private who was miraculously looking a thousand times better.
His eyes fluttered open dramatically. "What's going on Doc?" he asked weakly. Hawkeye's mouth dropped open in shock and Margaret tried her hardest to stifle her laughter.
"How are you feeling son?" Potter asked, walking to the side of his cot.
"Tired," the boy whispered. Margaret rolled her eyes. That had to be the worst acting job she had ever seen. She stole a glance at Hawkeye; he was buying it.
Hawkeye glanced over at her, and Margaret quickly turned her head, praying he hadn't seen her smile.
Margaret sat in a lopsided circle with the other nurses, holding a few cards and laughing hysterically.
"I still can't believe you did that!" she said between fits of laughter. The four nurses laughed along with her; happy to see their head nurse in such a good mood.
"I can still see the look on his face when Michaels 'recovered' so quickly!" Margaret continued, shaking her head in disbelief.
Sarah nodded exuberantly. "I was watching from outside; I honestly thought that Captain Pierce wouldn't fall for it."
Leah swooned dramatically, placing her hand across her eyes. "Oh Doctor; I feel so tired." She whispered, imitating the soldier's poor acting skills. The other four women laughed along and then Margaret suddenly grew serious.
"I do feel a little guilty though," she said quietly. "He needed that break."
Kellye smiled in understanding but shook her head. "Oh he wont mind by tomorrow." She said knowingly.
Margaret surveyed her suspiciously. "What are you talking about?" The other women smiled devilishly.
"You don't think we would have Captain Pierce stay here for no reason do you?" Sarah asked in mock horror. "No, no, my dear; we have a great, master plan for tomorrow."
Margaret's eyes widened and she crossed her arms. "Well you can count me out." She stated firmly.
Kara scooted closer to the Major and wrapped a friendly arm around her. "You will follow our scheme." She countered stoically. "You are going to walk into the mess tent tomorrow and you will be wearing Captain Pierces ring…on your left hand."
Margaret's eyes widened and she shrugged of Kara's arm nervously. "You've really flipped Able." She muttered.
The four other women groaned in disappointment. "Oh come on Margaret." Kellye pleaded. "You know he wants you to marry him; otherwise he never would have given you the ring."
Margaret shook her head determinedly. "No; I absolutely will not walk into the mess tent tomorrow, with the assumption that a man wants to marry me." Margaret stared viciously into each woman's eyes. "And that, ladies, is absolutely my final word on the subject!"
Margaret exhaled quickly and tossed her cards down on the floor. "Four of a kind," she said happily, her tone completely changed. "I believe that I win."