Author's Note: I don't own Hogan's Heroes. This is a fictional story any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental.

Special Note: I had some minor issues and reposted the last two chapters. I apologize for the alerts on 'new chapters'...that aren't acctually new. I have gone back and edited all of the first nine chapters. The changes are mostly corrections or rewording. So, you don't have to re-read, as it doesn't alter the story. However, if you are re-reading and it seems different, that is why :D


No one spoke for a moment or two after Lutzen's pronouncement. Klink almost became unglued at the mere thought of espionage within his camp. It can t be true...can it? He wondered, sincerely hoping that is was all some sort of horrible mistake.

Hogan was thinking quickly. If he could keep Hochstetter against Lutzen, then they all might have a chance. All Hogan could do was pray that Lutzen's pieces didn't fit together to perfectly. Everything depended on what Hochstetter believed.

Hochstetter looked from Carter to Lutzen then back to Carter. His face twisted into what could only be described as scornful amusement, "That fool?" he pointed at Carter, "I have interrogated him thoroughly, there is no way that he is the mastermind of the biggest espionage unit in the Hammelburg area."
Lutzen rolled his eyes and said in an exasperated tone, "He is the master of disguising his mind. He can seem like a good all-American boy at one moment and in the next, he can be a stern German general." he took a small step towards the major, "I have seen it with my own eyes, he is Papa Bear."
Hochstetter s scorn softened. His gaze held Lutzen's then he glanced at Carter and began to wonder. Was this all a trick? Was all of his stupidity an act? Was I the biggest fool in all of Germany?

Hogan saw Hochstetter's doubt. So, he decided to step in and press a few buttons, "That's a nice fairytale, Lutzen." He had his feet shoulder-width apart and crossed his arms over his chest, "How exactly was Carter able to do all of this while in a Prisoner-of-War Camp which is under guard twenty-four hours a day?" His words did the trick.

Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Klink puff up with pride. "Colonel Hogan is right." Klink added, "Even Major Hochstetter has not proven a way out of my escape-proof camp. Whoever has been doing the sabotage is not in my camp."

Lutzen glared at Klink and Hogan, "I saw that American dressed in a German uniform." he turned his attention to Hochstetter, "Major, he came to this very house, presented himself as General Carterheim, and told me to release my prisoner."

"Sergeant Carter was with me and Schultz." Hogan turned to Hochstetter, "Major, Carter is in bad shape. He needs treatment." Hogan softened his tone and cowed his demeanor. "Please, Major."
Hochstetter turned to the portly sergeant-of-the-guard, "Sergeant Schultz can you back the prisoner s account?"

Schultz, who was still nursing his twisted ankle, made an effort to stand and salute the major, "Jawohl, Major!" he didn t hesitate in the slightest, "That was the day Newkirk became ill. Colonel Hogan and Sergeant Carter were in the camp." Hogan was a little impressed with Schultz, the man was always unnerved when questioned about the heroes activities; however, this time Schultz was completely calm.
Hochstetter also noticed his confidence and nodded, "Very well."
Hogan tried not to sigh with relief. Major Hochstetter told his men to escort the general and the corporal up to the living room. Lutzen was furious and indignant as he was dragged up the cellar steps. Wilburt followed along behind them, his shoulders slumped. Hochstetter brought up the rear.

Schultz had limped over to Hogan, who had knelt beside his wounded man. Klink hovered over them flustering about what to do. Hogan rubbed the back of his neck, "We need a stretcher or something..." he looked to the furthest corner of the cellar. There was a short set of shelves with old jars on several of the shelves. He jumped up and moved the jars off the top shelf. Klink wandered over and asked him what he was doing. Hogan slammed the palm of his hand against the bottom of the board, dislodging it from the framework. He repeated the motion on the other side, causing the board to come completely free. He took the board over to Carter and laid it next to the wounded man. Klink repeated his question.

"We have to get him up the steps and to the hospital." Hogan explained, trying not to be impatient. After all, Klink was an ally at the moment. "This board can serve as a stretcher. I just need something to secure Carter." Hogan started to get up and look around when Schultz put out a restraining hand. He undid the belt that went over his coat, removed the little pouches, and handed the belt to Hogan.
"You can put it around his chest." Schultz said, his voice quiet and full of concern, "If we can find a spot that won't aggravate his injuries."

Hogan nodded and lay the belt flat on the ground. He placed the board on top then, with the guard's help, managed to gently move Carter onto the makeshift stretcher.
"All right," Hogan said as he stood, "Kommandant, do you want the top or the bottom?"

Klink looked as if Hogan had lost his mind, "Me?! You want me to carry him?"

Hogan nodded and looked sheepish,"You're right, Kommandant." he turned to Schultz, "It was thoughtless of me to ask. Come on, Schultz." Hogan looked over his shoulder, ever so slightly. "I guess I ll be mentioning you to the Red Cross, Sergeant."
"Wait a minute!" Klink commanded, "Why would you mention him to the Red Cross? He's helping you." Hogan smiled in an appreciative way, "That's the very reason why. The Red Cross will be very pleased about Schultz's effort." he clapped his hand on the sergeant's shoulder, "Especially with his injury. Lutzen and the Gestapo will get the brunt of the criticism, but Schultz...why when word about his actions on Carter's behalf gets back to the States, he'll be a hero."

Schultz blushed slightly as he took the top of the board, only to have Klink brush him aside. Klink motioned for Hogan to grab the bottom and then ordered Schultz to go up first.

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They waited for several moments, but to LeBeau it was an eternity. His mind whirled with thoughts. Newkirk had proclaimed the girl safe, but she might have been wounded. She could be seriously hurt. He kept thinking over and over. Then his memories of Newkirk from two months ago popped up. She didn't look as bad as Pierre did. He got some comfort in that, but not much. He wanted to move...to storm the farmhouse and take Jocelyn away from the evil men inside.

Newkirk could see the emotions play across his little friend's face. He also knew that while LeBeau had many strong points, patience wasn't one of them.
Look who s talking, he almost smiled, Mum said the same of you, about a million times. The problem remained. They couldn't just walk in and take her, because all three of the German officers knew the both of them. No, if she gets out, she has to sneak out by herself. Newkirk rubbed the stubble on his jawline. It'd been a very long night, with not much to show for it. London was right, we weren't ready for this.

Newkirk tensed, there he was. Lutzen was being led into the other side of the house. Toward the sitting room, if I remember correctly. He saw Wilburt follow him and then Hochstetter appeared in their narrow field of sight.
"You see 'Ogan or Carter?" Newkirk barely whispered. When LeBeau shook his head, Newkirk made up his mind. "We can't wait. You stay 'ere." he slide out of a low crouch and started to crawl forward.

"What do you mean stay here?" LeBeau whispered, angrily. He was tired of everyone telling him to stay out of what was clearly his business.
Newkirk rolled his eyes and turned back to the Frenchman," If the focus is on Lutzen, we might be able to let Jocelyn know we're out 'ere."
LeBeau nodded, "But shouldn't I do it? She knows me."
Newkirk shook his head, "She'll know me from the 'otel," without another word, Newkirk sneaked forward. A moment later, he was on the porch and up against the back-door. He leaned in toward the window and took a quick account of the goings-on.

In the kitchen, he saw Jocelyn. She was sitting at the kitchen table with two German guards. Newkirk recognized them as Stalag Thirteen guards. A third guard was digging through the kitchen cabinets. He looked in the direction of the back-door, causing the Englishman to duck out of sight.
After a moment, Newkirk sneaked another look. The third guard was now much closer to the back-door, but he was looking down into the cellar. Newkirk was slightly puzzled as to why, until Schultz's bulky form filled the view of the little window. Newkirk could see he was limping. The third guard assisted Schultz in making it to a chair at the table. Newkirk ducked again when the third guard moved back to the cellar door.

Again, Newkirk risked a peak. This time he saw Klink and he was carrying something, Newkirk strained to see. When he finally did get a good look, he felt cold all over. It was Carter and he was hurt, badly. Hogan brought up the rear.
The two guards that were beside Jocelyn, jumped up and then crowded around Carter. Newkirk could hear their gasps and the shocked look on their faces. The third guard shrugged and said, "Er ist nur ein Amerikaner."
Newkirk fought against the urge to enter the building. He noticed Hogan was glaring and had his fists balled at his sides. To Newkirk's surprise, Klink jumped on the comment.

"Ruhig, er ist unsere Verantwortung. Bringen den Wagen bis zum Haus. Schnell!" he snapped, in an unusually stern tone.
The guard flinched, then snapped into a salute and moved toward the front door. Klink assured Hogan that Carter would receive proper treatment. Newkirk forced himself to look away from Carter's distressingly still form. He stared at Jocelyn who had started to make her way over to Carter. Newkirk saw Hogan grab her hand and whisper to her. She looked over to the back door, as did Hogan, who glared. Newkirk gave a slight wave, then made his way back to LeBeau.

"Well, what did you see?" the Frenchman asked, the worry in his voice evident. Newkirk took a deep breath and started to explain,
"They're all there, but she can't sneak out with Klink, Schultz, and the others there." he paused a moment, as an idea came to him. "Louis, you stay 'ere and wait for Jocelyn. Take 'er straight back to the tunnel like we planned."

"Where are you going, now?" LeBeau asked, suspiciously. Whenever Newkirk got that look, it usually meant he was planning something...and knowing Newkirk, it was probably daring and ill-advised.
"I'm moving to the other side of the 'ouse." he pulled out his pistol and checked the magazine, "I'll fire some shots, that should be enough distraction for Jocelyn to get out."
LeBeau grimaced, but he nodded, "Be careful, mon ami." he withdrew his own pistol. "How long should we wait for you?"

Newkirk shook his head, "Don't wait for me." he noticed LeBeau's disapproval and added, "I'll work my way back to the tunnel, just get 'er back to the tunnel."
LeBeau watched as Newkirk shot him what was meant to be a reassuring grin and disappeared into the darkness. LeBeau turned his attention to the back-door and waited.

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Hogan set Carter's stretcher down on the floor and listened to the guards from the Stalag express their shock. He checked to make sure his young sergeant was still breathing, when he heard the comment the third guard made. Hogan glared and thought of several things to say, but he knew he shouldn't let them know he understood German. Klink snapped at the guard and ordered him to get the truck and bring it to the house.

Jocelyn moved toward the guards, who were examining Carter. She had just made it beside the American officer when, to her surprise, he gently snagged her arm, "Louis LeBeau and his friend are just outside the back-door."

She looked to the mentioned door and noticed the man from the hotel, the one who had run. He was staring at her through the tiny window. She looked over to the American, who was glaring at the man in the window. "He is with you?" she asked, her voice, like the American's, was barely audible.
He nodded slightly, "Go back to your seat and wait for a chance to sneak out, unnoticed."
Jocelyn quietly moved back to her seat in the corner of the kitchen. She looked back to the door and saw that the face had left the window. She waited, trying not to draw any attention to herself.

Hogan looked around the kitchen and then turned toward the sitting room. He could see and hear, Hochstetter and Lutzen engaged in a heated discussion and they had three S.S. soldiers with them. A few feet away was the young corporal, sitting on the couch with his head bowed. Two other S.S. soldiers were on either side of him.
Klink moved into the sitting room. Hogan, after checking to make sure that Schultz was looking after Carter, followed him. Klink waited for a lull in Hochstetter's argument and then told the major that he was taking Carter into Hammelburg for treatment. Hochstetter waved him on and continued to argue with Lutzen, who was still insisting that Carter was Papa Bear.

"He is Papa Bear!" Lutzen turned to his corporal, "You tell them, Wilburt. They will believe you."
Hochstetter turned to the young man and waited. Wilburt looked over at Lutzen and flinched under his icy gaze, "I..." he didn't finish, rather he doubled over and began to vomit.
"Perhaps we should take him with us." Klink said, looking at Hogan and then Hochstetter.

Hochstetter noticed this and shook his head, "You can take the corporal, but not Hogan." he motioned for one of the guards beside Wilburt to take Hogan into custody. "He will come back to the Stalag with me."

"I have to see to Carter treatment!" Hogan objected, "According to the Genev..."
Hochstetter glared and interrupted him, "I could always choose to take the general's version of events as accurate and have him executed as a spy."
Seeing Hogan's jaw clench, Hochstetter grinned and leaned close to Hogan, speaking so only he could hear, "Do not think that because I am after Lutzen that I have forgotten that you are Papa Bear. This little alliance doesn't make us friends."

Hogan stepped back slightly, "I understand perfectly, Major..." he allowed Hochstetter s man to take his arm, "Just make sure, Carter is given the best of care."
Hochstetter waved Klink on, "Take the corporal and the American to Hammelburg. Hogan, Lutzen, and the girl will be taken to the Stalag."
Klink snapped into a stiff salute. He didn't want to question Hochstetter's authority, but it did annoy him that Hochstetter ordered him about, like he didn't outrank the major.
"I take it that the corporal in custody?" Klink asked, and called out to his men, when he received affirmation.
"Take him into custody." he ordered his guards, pointing to Wilburt, who was looking worse by the minute. They had just reached the young German, when several shots rang out shattering a window. Everyone in the room hit the floor.

Schultz and Jocelyn heard the shots and the former jumped to his feet and hobbled over to the door way. He peered into the sitting room as another series of shots broke another window. He flinched and hid until the shots stopped. "Kommandant?" he called out, moving into the room.

Hochstetter got up into a crouch, and made his way to the window. Looking out, he saw nothing. No movement in the bushes or near any of the vehicles. After a second or two, he picked up the form of the Stalag's truck as it pulled into sight. It stopped short of the house and the German driver, climbed down and fired into the trees.
He ducked behind the truck as the assailant fired back. Hochstetter reached over and grabbed one of his men and pointed to the truck, "You and Hoffmann go through the back-door and help him."
The man nodded and smacked another of Hochstetter's men on the shoulder, indicating him to follow.

Hochstetter had Schultz put out the light and they sat in the darkness waiting as shots continued to be fired back and forth. Hochstetter had his pistol drawn and was dividing his attention between watching the happenings in the yard and making sure his remaining men were controlling the prisoners.

Then there was silence.

Hochstetter smiled, "I think they got him."

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LeBeau waited anxiously, his eyes locked on the door. He heard the shots Newkirk fired. He held his breath, if this didn't work...
The door opened quietly and a figure stepped out on to the porch. Jocelyn glanced around and called softly, "Louis?"
LeBeau stepped out of the bushes and signaled her toward him. She had just reached him when he pulled her down. Two S.S. soldiers plowed through the back door and ran around the corner.

Jocelyn waited a moment then whispered, "What now?" her eyes were wide. "You will help your friends, yes?" she motioned to the pistol in his hand.
LeBeau wanted to say yes, but he shook his head, "Non, ma cheri."
Taking her hand with his free one, he pulled her in the direction of the Stalag, "I'm going to get you out of Germany."

He had almost a mile of territory to cover and it was crawling with German patrols this wasn't going to be easy, especially with Jocelyn with him.
"Stay close." he whispered, urging her forward and keeping alert.


Translation:
Er ist nur ein Amerikaner- He's just an American
Ruhig, er ist unsere Verantwortung. Bringen den Wagen bis zum Haus. Schnell! - Quiet, it is our responsibility. Bring the truck to the house. Quickly!

P.S. So, only two weeks for this update...I'm on a roll! Haha I'm so happy to see the interest in this story picking up. I was afraid that my two month lull had killed my readership, but that doesn't appear to be the case :D Thank you for reading and reviewing, much love!