"He's back!"

Everyone looked up at Carter's excited voice. They crowded around him at the doorway, as Hogan got out of the car and came into the barracks.

"How's Newkirk, Colonel?" Carter asked. "Is he any better? Did he ask for us? Did—"

"Down, boy," Hogan said, motioning for everyone to move aside so he could officially enter.

Everyone hushed up and stepped away, watching as Hogan walked over to the stove.

"The best word to describe Newkirk right now is 'loopy'." Hogan told them.

A few chuckles answered his statement.

Carter didn't share in the amusement. "But is he okay? He doesn't still have the oxygen, does he?"

"Yes, he does, and probably will until they let him go. Morphine is tricky stuff, Carter."

The sergeant sighed, before opening his mouth to ask a question.

"Yes, we can go see him tonight," Hogan answered, clasping his shoulder.

Carter closed his mouth and gave a little smile.

Hogan took a gulp of his coffee before looking at Kinch. "What did London have to say?"

"Two words: 'find them'," said the radioman. "I spoke to the Underground, and they gave me the names of two new men who joined together recently: James and William Parker. They claim to be brothers."

Hogan shook his head with a humorless laugh. "If they're the right ones, then those are obviously fake names. Newkirk heard them speak German."

Kinch nodded. "The Underground is on the lookout for them…the address that the men gave turned out to not exist."

Hogan shook his head. "Figures."

"Uh oh!" someone suddenly said.

Everyone turned, to see that one of the other prisoners was looking out the window. Heading over to him, Hogan watched as a car pulled up, and Major Hochstetter climbed out and went into Klink's office.

"That can't be good," Kinch said.

Hogan nodded at him before going into his quarters, with the other three following.

Kinch quickly set up the coffeepot, and they all listened.

"Really, Major?" said Klink's voice. "Did they find out anything?"

"Almost. A trap vas set, but Papa Bear never arrived," Hochstetter answered. "I vant you to vatch Hogan carefully! If he does anything suspicious, I vish to be informed immediately!"

Klink gave a nervous laugh. "Really, Major, a Prisoner of War, conducting sabotage from within a Stalag? A Stalag that has never had an escape, I remind you!"

Hochstetter sighed. "You are an idiot, Klink."

Carter made a choked-laugh sound.

"Might I remind you that I outrank you, Major!" Klink said, getting mad.

Hogan and the others exchanged glances. It was about time that their Kommandant told off that big-mouthed shrimp!

"Might I remind you that I am Gestapo, Klink! I could have you shot as a collaborator!"

Klink's attitude instantly changed. "Yes sir. Would you like some schnapps? Some strudel?"

"Yes."

A pause. "Which one?"

Hochstetter gave a long sigh, and the sound of stomping shoes told the Heroes that the Major had gone to the schnapps bottle himself.

"I can have strudel for you within the hour!" Klink said, obviously trying to placate him. "I can get the little Cockroach to make it for you with no problem."

"And vhat vould be the bribery tool?" Hochstetter asked out of curiosity, though he didn't really want any.

Klink appeared to think. "I could agree to let him visit Newkirk in the hospital! SCHULTZ!"

"Vhat?" said Hochstetter. "Who is in the hospital?"

"Corporal Newkirk."

"The Englander? Vhat happened to him?"

There was a plopping sound over the speaker, as if Klink had thrown his arms out, and they'd slapped his legs on the way back down. "He had some kind of monstrous headache…I've barely ever seen anyone in such pain before. They called it a 'migraine'."

"Humm..."

Carter and LeBeau looked at Hogan with alarm. They knew that tone very well.

"Vhen vas he sent there?"

"Yesterday morning."

"I imagine they have him on painkillers."

"Yes, morphine, they told me."

Hochstetter's tone changed. "Perfect! A man can tell some interesting secrets while under the influence of a drug like that." Boots could again be heard slapping the floor as Hochstetter walked over to the door.

Without a word, Hogan turned and ran out of his quarters, bolting out the barracks door and dashing to Klink's office. He collided with Hochstetter as the Major opened the door, and he walked inside, forcing everyone back in.

Hochstetter blinked at his sudden appearance. "Vhat is zis man doing here?" he exclaimed.

Hogan shook his head. "You say that almost every time you see me! I'm beginning to think that you don't like me, Major!"

Hochstetter's face turned red, and he pushed past them and out the door.

Klink followed, and Hogan rushed after them. "Colonel, I think I left my hat at the hospital, can Schultz bring me back there to get it?"

The others stopped. "You're vearing your hat, Hogan," Hochstetter said, his temper being forcefully reined in.

Hogan's eyes shifted upwards and he took it off. "Oh, you mean this hat? It's my spare. The other one is my favorite."

Hochstetter walked forward. "I know exactly vhat you are trying to do, Hogan. You heard our conversation. Vell, I am telling you right now that you are NOT going back to that hospital today! I am going there instead, and I vill interrogate Newkirk until he tells me exactly vhat I vish to know!"

"And what is it that you wish to know?" Hogan asked, stalling.

Hochstetter stepped closer again. "That you are Papa Bear, and have been running a sabotage unit right under Klink's nose!"

"Well, you'll be waiting a long time, then. Newkirk isn't going to tell you something that isn't true," Hogan answered.

Hochstetter gave an evil laugh. "Ve shall see vhat he says, Hogan. Morphine has many effects; controlling pain is only von of them."

"Then I demand to go with you," Hogan said. "Under the Geneva Convention, the Senior POW Officer has the right to be present at every interrogation!"

"The Geneva Convention be hanged!" Hochstetter said. "Klink, if you let this man return to the hospital, I will personally put you on the next train to the Russian Front!" He turned around, walked to his car, and got inside.

Hogan looked at Klink, even though he knew that he couldn't do anything about the situation.

To his credit, the Kommandant gave him a sympathetic look.

Everyone watched as Hochstetter drove off. "It is times like this when I feel that I am on the wrong side of the war," Schultz said, probably louder than he intended.

Klink didn't react to the statement, to the sergeant's relief. "I will call the hospital, and tell them to inform me when Hochstetter leaves," Klink told Hogan. "That way, we can find out from the doctor Newkirk's…condition."

His 'new' condition…after Hochstetter is done with him, Hogan knew he meant. "Thanks," he said, before walking away.

Klink watched Hogan go back inside his barracks, before he suddenly realized what Schultz had said. Sometimes I feel the same way, he thought.

TBC