"Why do we have to do this again?" Darlene sighed.

Erin placed the box of gloves on the shelf. "Because, the head of supply is making a visit today, and if we don't get the supply shed cleaned up Colonel Houlihan will have our butts."

Darlene nodded and checked off another box of gloves.

"Besides, this is fun. Isn't it?"

Jo rolled her eyes. "I'm having the time of my life."

Erin shrugged and reached for another box of gloves. But they all stopped when they heard the rumble of a Jeep drive into the compound.

"The supply officer cant be here already!"

Erin looked over to Jo. "Go check outside, if he looks like brass start praying that he's a guy who likes organized chaos."

Jo sat down her tin of bandages and made her way outside.

Darlene looked over their shelves. Some of them were neatly organized, at least a few were. The rest, as Erin had said, were in a state of organized chaos.

Both were startled when Jo walked back in with a man, just a little shorter than herself, with silver gray hair.

"This be the supply shed?"

Erin nodded. "Yes sir."

"And just who are y'all?"

Erin held out her hand. "Lieutenant Hunnicut, sir."

Darlene reached out for a handshake as well. "Lieutenant Bradly, sir."

Erin watched as the man stared at her (in an uncomfortable way), shaking their hands. But she in turn, stared back, finding him oddly familiar.

As the man shook her hand he asked, "Yee wouldn't happen to be related to a BJ Hunnicut, hmm?"

Erin stuttered, "w-well yes, actually."

He nodded. "Captain Luther Rizzo."

"That's it! That's who you are!" She said grinning. "I knew you seemed familiar!"

"So you be the lil' gal BJ was always talkin' about."

Erin nodded.

Rizzo stepped forward and began inspecting the shelves. The boxes of gloves were in heaps but they were all there. In fact, they had everything, it was just a little messier than some of the M*A*S*H units that he had inspected.

All turned around when the door practically slammed open.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't meant to be this lat-" Margaret looked at the shelves before she even noticed Rizzo. "This place is a mess! What happened!!"

"Major Houlihan!?" Rizzo turned to look at the nurses. "Y'all never told me that she be runnin' the place!"

"Sargent Rizzo?!" Margaret looked at the aged man. Well... he couldn't possibly be an enlisted man anymore if he was a supply inspector.

"Well it actually be Captain Rizzo now, ma'am."

Margaret nodded and held out her hand, "Colonel Houlihan."

Rizzo raised his eyebrows in a surprised matter. "Colonel, huh? Yee be working hard over here?"

She nodded, "yes, I know that I am, but some people, who will remain unnamed, haven't been working as hard," she said, glancing over the messy supply shed.

Darlene sighed, "It's not that bad, Margaret."

Margaret rolled her eyes, "you keep saying that."

Erin nodded, "Besides, it's Porter's job- not ours- to keep the supply tidy."

"Well today I put you in charge! You three had a responsibility and you flopped!" Margaret snapped.

"We're sorry, Colonel," Jo said, trying to ease Margaret's temper.

"It be a mess in here, no doubt. But at least y'all got everything." Rizzo began to make his way to the door. "Just make sure y'all get it cleaned."

Margaret took a breath and cooled down. "Will do, Rizzo. How long do you plan on staying?"

Rizzo tucked his clipboard under his arm. "I'll be leaving to get to the next station, but first I'll be making my way to the officers club for a beer."

Margaret nodded. "It's a shame you have to leave so soon. I hope you don't mind if I join you for a quick drink."

Rizzo grinned. "Wouldn't mind one bit, Major."

Margaret raised an eyebrow. "Hmm?"

"Colonel, sorry."