I'm sooooo sorry for not updating. Like I just told my NCIS fans, I've been working on 2 assignments at the same time, so there has been no time to write. I haven't forgotten this story and it's gonna get very good now. I hope you enjoy and please review because they keep me inspired to keep writing more frequently. Enjoy!

Major Sidney Freedman and Klinger were the last to testify, although the rest of the MASH gang had arrived for moral support. No one could believe that Margaret was being court-martialled and when the Colonel contacted them, no one refused to go to Fort Ord and help in any way they could.

Klinger sat uncomfortably at the witness box. It brought back memories of when he faced court-martial at the 4077th for 'stealing' the polaroid camera. He was treated without fairness through that one, he could only imagine how Margaret was feeling over much more serious charges.

Margaret was no longer shocked when she saw 4077 people, she was actually expecting it, but was eternally grateful nonetheless.

"… Did you even help Major Houlihan … get … a man?"

Klinger smirked, "The Major did ok on her own. She didn't need help in anything she wanted to do. She simply did it and worked hard to get it. Only once was I involved and that was when I made a dress for her so she could wear on a date. That was it."

"You made a dress?"

"Yeah, I can make lots of dresses and clothes generally. That's what I do now."

The Prosecution did not really know where to go with the line of questioning for Klinger. He seemed so unusual.

"So, what did you think of the Major during the war?"

"Look, I know that everyone's probably said the same thing. She was a bit uptight at first but then loosened up after her divorce, right? That's the truth. I admit, she had some problems letting us in and becoming friends with us, but she eventually joined us and we all very much cared for her. We still do." Klinger looked over to Margaret and winked. Margaret could only smile.

"Klinger, did you used to wear dresses?"

"Objection! What relevance does that have to this case?"

"Your Honour. If this man wore dresses and was trying to get out of the service with a Section 8, this evidence goes right to his credibility."

"I'll allow it, but don't get into it too much. Only one question."

Klinger smiled. He knew his answer for this. "I wore dresses for over 2 years. I wanted to get out of the war. I hated the destruction. Ironically, I was not nuts. Some might say I was the sanest person in the whole place. After Corporal O'Reilly left to come back stateside, I took over as company clerk and I no longer wore dresses. I accepted my fate. So, yeah."

The prosecution had no more questions. The defence had already asked theirs, so it was Sidney's turn.

"Dr Freedman, what is your specialisation?"

"I'm a psychiatrist."

"So, did you ever treat Major Houlihan?"

"Major Houlihan is my friend. I didn't treat her. I talked to a lot of the 4077th people on an informal basis over a poker game or two, but I didn't treat the Major."

"So, what's your opinion of her character?"

"She's a strong woman, filled with passion that looks for an exit. Since she's very military, there rarely is an exit there for her passion to leave her. She's an excellent nurse and a nice caring person."

"Do you believe she has any issues with men?"

"She's a nurse in the US Army. She's surrounded by men everyday. She has no problems being friends with them and dealing with them."

"That's all…"

As everyone left the court-martial room, Margaret looked outside and realised that every MASH member, passed and present was there to support her. The testifying was over, so she felt relieved. The judgment was in a week, so she really wanted to enjoy her friends' company.

As Margaret approached the group, she couldn't believe it.

"I can't believe you're all here! I'm grateful for this, but Trapper … why are you here? I mean … and Charles …"

Before Charles could get a civilised word in, Trapper stole the spotlight.

"Margaret, after Colonel Potter called me and explained the entire situation, how you were now and all that, I couldn't stay away. I didn't want to testify cos what I knew about you from your past wouldn't have helped, but I did want to be here."

"As … Trapper there … says, we just could not leave you here to be court-martialled on your own. The Colonel informed us of this incredible ordeal and I found it so preposterous, I took leave and came right here."

Margaret laughed as the two men she really didn't expect any support from, supported her all the way.

Before long, it was getting dark and everyone decided to go out to dinner. No one knew that Hawkeye had made a special booking at a very special Italian restaurant for them all to go.

As they all piled into Taxis, Hawkeye went to the drivers and told them where to go quietly. He finally boarded the Taxi that had Margaret in the back.

Since everyone had been to court, they looked very decent so they fit in well in the restaurant. They couldn't help but stare in awe as they passed the beautiful decorations.

"Ok everyone. Here's the deal. I'm paying tonight. Please, let me finish. This is a special occasion cos we're all together and we're all here to support one of our friends, Margaret. We know she's being court-martialled unfairly and hopefully, with our help, she'll be out of this soon enough."

Margaret couldn't believe Hawkeye's incredible gesture and decided to make her announcement there and then.

"I have an announcement to make. Come on, be quiet!"

Everyone stopped talking and laughed at the Major's outburst. They had missed that, despite their loss of hearing after it.

"Ok, I've decided that when this court-martial is over and if I'm found not guilty, I'm resigning my commission."

Everyone sat quietly in pure amazement…