Sorry about the long gap between chapters. Faulty computers, arduous papers, and grueling tests do not make for a good writing environment. These problems should soon be compleatly remedied which means another chapter soon.

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Trapper opened his eyes. He was forced to shut them when the glaring rays from the morning sun nearly blinded him. The clock on the wall revealed that it was eight o clock in the morning. The events of the early morning came flooding back to his mind. He rubbed his forehead trying to prevent the headache that he could feel forming. If he hadn't have known he hadn't touched a drink in over a week, he would have sworn he was having a hangover. The sound of the coffee maker dragged his attention away from his throbbing head.

Kat always made the coffee every morning Even though her cooking skills were lacking, she sure could make one hell of a cup of coffee. It was just another important skill the future doctor had already learned. Trapper felt a twinge of hope. Maybe the coffee was a peace offering?

He got out of the chair, giving an involuntary groan. These muscles were stiff from sleeping in the chair. At least that was his answer for the pain. He refused to admit that old age was finally beginning to settle in. The coffee maker was the only active item in the kitchen. Trapper sighed, his hopes were dashed.

There was a small leather bound book and a piece of white paper sitting next to his favorite mug. His heart skipped a beat when he realized what the book was. Louise's journal. He picked up the note first.

Dad,

I went to study at the library. Be home late, its my day to work in the clinic. We'll talk tonight. I don't think mom would mind if you read this now.

Love, Kat

Trapper read the note quickly, but it was several moments before he dared pick up the journal. Louise had always kept a journal since the day they had met. She had never bothered hiding it, choosing to always leave it on the nightstand by their bed. She had never said anything, but Trapper had known it was kept there to tempt him. She was daring him to defy her trust. Never had Trapper felt the urge to open it and read it…until now.

He poured coffee into his mug and brought the book back into the living room. He sat back down in the chair and placed the book on his lap. The book just sat there for at least five minutes. Finally, Trapper set down the mug and picked up the journal, opening it the first page. He began to read.

February 21

He has only been gone for a few hours and the house already feels empty. His plane should be landing in San Francisco right now, and then it will be straight to Asia. We always talked about taking an exotic trip sometime. I just never imagined he would leave so soon and without me.

Of course, I worry about him like any wife of a soldier does. He would kill me if he heard me call him that. I understand the risks, the fact that he might never come back, never get to see his girls grow up, or hide the fact that he has to suffer through another one of my dinners. But I worry about other things.

Trapper Macintyre is the most passionate man I have ever known. When he cares about something, he will devote his entire soul to it. I've seen him come home after he looses a patient, he is almost inconsolable. Luckily the losses have been few. I'm not sure he will be as lucky in Korea. There's bound to be death. More death, I fear, than he can handle. I also fear for his sanity. Trapper's never been one to share his emotions with anyone, even me. He would rather hide it behind a mask of indifference, pretend to laugh when its tearing him apart inside. My only hope is that he can find someone, a friend, someone who can confine in.

Trapper read the entry then flipped ahead a few pages.

April 7

Becky had her birthday today. She asked if Daddy would be there to give her annual birthday spankings. It broke my heart to tell her that he wouldn't be home this year. The doll from Korea helped, but it wasn't a replacement from her dad making a fool of himself singing Happy Birthday. We had to call an early end to the party, because she stated that she would not have another birhday until Daddy was home.

I have talked to other wives with husbands in the war. They are happy to say that Korea is not as bad as they thought. Their soldiers have painted happy pictures for them. They decribe a pretty landscape with lots of time to socialize with army buddies, but not to worry, thier thoughts are almost always at home with the women they love.Trapper knows better then do that with me. Its hell over there and every letter seems to get more and more dismal and distant.

The distance scares me. We have never been a couple that has been overly affectionate. Both of us find most love letters repulsive and insincere, but he always managed to tell me loves me in some way. His recent letters are somewhat lacking in that department. I have my suspicions about what is going on over there. My hope is that he thinks about the girls and me every now and then and realizes that we're waiting for him. If he needs to seek solace in ways that are inappropriate, so be it. I just want him home. We'll worry about the other things later

Trapper felt the moisture began to flow in his eyes. He didn't bother to wipe it away, realizing that he didn't deserve the love of this woman. Not even for the short amount of time he was able to spend with her. He continued to read on in the journal, finding himself laughing at an entry written almost a month later.

APRIL 24,

It looked like three of us were going to go crazy today. All of us were disappointed to learn that we would have spend our whole Saturday indoors on account of the rain. While I was looking out the window and telling Becky to quit picking on Kathy for the fifth time, a funny image came to my mind. During the first year we were married, Trap and I had been cooped up inside for days. Becky wasn't even close to driving me as insane today as he was back then. Finally, I told him to just go outside and run through the rain. Much to my surprise, he picked up his football and began sprinting through the background. Within five seconds, he had landed in a puddle and was covered with mud. As I sat in the window laughing, he ran into the house and threw a mudball at me. It is not difficult to figure out what happened next.. I think the girls thought I was going nuts when I started to sprint through the backyard, but they were soon following me. After about an hour, we were sitting in front of the fire with hot chocolate and soaking, muddy, clothes dring on the chairs. I haven't had this much fun in a long time.

I wonder what he's doing right now. I think its mid afternoon over there, but I never could understand how that whole time difference works. Is he in surgery or is he sitting in tent plotting another prank with the infamous Hawkeye? His letters have been full by stories of this doctor from Maine; most of them send me to the ground in hystarics. I couldn't have picked a better person for Trap to meet. I really think that they are helping each other through all this.. I look forward to meeting Hawkeye when this whole thing is over. That is if neither one of them gets court marshaled first. Trapper's last letter was vague, but apparently it had something to do with an incubator

Trapper smiled when he read Louise's story. He could picture her and the girls giggling and running through the mud puddles in their backyard. He remembered their old, snooty neighbors and could only imagine what they had said when they saw crazy Louise. Louise wouldn't have cared. She was like Hawkeye in that regard, didn't really give a damn about what others thought.

Louise would have liked Hawk, and he had no doubt the feeling would have been mutual. It was his own fault that the two had never met. His own stupidity and stubbornness not to have anything to with anybody or anything that had to do with the war that had prevented the meeting. He had been stupid to think that he could avoid the war forever, now it come back with a vengeance. His hands were shaking so badly, he accidentally dropped the journal He reached down to grab it Instead of flipping back to where he was, he started to read the current page. It was one of the last entries in the book.

October 12

It's been almost a week since our family has been all together again, but it doesn't seem whole. Ever since that first night, Trapper's been distant. I know that part of it is he feels guilty about what happened over there...the other women. Although I am disappointed and hurt by what he has done, I will be able to forgive him. War has the power to take people's control out of their own hands. I am content right now with the fact that he has come home unharmed, at least physically.

There are other things too. He only briefly mentioned that his commanding officer, a friend Henry Blake, was killed on his way home. I know that that has had more of an impact on him than he shows. A letter arrived yesterday from Hawkeye. Trapper didn't even open it. He refuses to have anything to do with Korea, even talking to me about it. I know that that is his way of coping, but its not healthy for anyone. Hopefully, someday he'll find the strength to talk about it.

The girls aren't helping the situation, although they really don't know what they're doing. Trapper's been gone almost a full year and the girl's have grown up during that time, especially Kathy. She was barely walking and talking when he left, and now she's constantly on the go and talking so fast that all of us have a hard time keeping up with her. She seems almost scared of him at times. Tonight, Trap tried to read her favorite bedtime story about Paul Revere. She ran away from him. I could see the tears in his eyes and heard him crying in the bathroom when he thought I was asleep. The war has taken so much from us; I refuse to let it take Trapper too.

A loud and abrupt knocking interrupted him from his. It took Trapper a few seconds to focus his attention back on the real world. The knocking became louder.

"Hold on, I'm coming!" he called, standing up. He wished that he did not look like such a mess.

"You better have a full course breakfast ready by the time you get to the door," a familiar voice called. "It's taking you long enough to answer the damn door! Sorry Erin." The speaker added the apology as an afterthought.

Trapper stopped dead in his tracks. What the hell was Hawkeye doing here? He quickly sprinted towards the door and opened it. Much to his surprise, Hawkeye, BJ and Erin were standing in the doorway.

"Good morning Trap," BJ clapped him on his shoulder. "Looks like you've had a rough night."

"Yeah," Trapper answered, still trying to get his bearings.

'Why do I think that you weren't expecting us?" Hawkeye stated, correcting interpreting the star-struck look in his friend's eyes.

"Well I..." Trapper stuttered, not sure what to say. He opened the door farther. "Well come on in, its freezing outside."

Erin followed the two men inside. The seventeen year old gave Trapper a hesitant look. Trapper's demeanor changed instantly.

"Well Ms. Erin, I do believe you have grown even lovelier since the last time I saw you," he stated in his best British accent. Ever so gracefully, he picked up her hand and kissed it. Erin's attitude changed instantly.

"How are you Uncle Trapper?" she asked.

"Never been better," Trapper answered with a fake smile. He knew that Erin could see through the lie, but she didn't push it.

"Is Kat home?" she asked.

"She's at school taking an anatomy test. Speaking of which, shouldn't you be in school on a Friday."

"It's Leonard Packard day," Erin answered, walking into the room and sitting down on the couch next ot her father. "We get four days off of school."

"That's right," Trapper remembered. "The founder and hero of Crabapple Cove He is so famous that the whole town shuts down to honor his memory."

"I sense some sarcasm in your voice Trap," BJ stated.

"Not at all. I'm just trying to picture any town over the population of five hundred stop functioning for a day in rememberance of some obscure figure in history."

"Obscure!" Hawkeye answered, raising half way out of his seat. "I'll have you know that Leonard Packard braved the dangerous coast to bring in one hundred pounds of lobster every day of the week during the drought of 1795, saved the town from a cholera outbreak in 1798 and lived to the ripe old age of a hundred and five!"

"You know all this?" Trapper asked Erin. Erin shrugged her shoulders

"He gave us a four day weekend," she answered.

This sent Trapper into a fit of laughter. Hawkeye sat back in his chair.

"What are they teaching in those schools these days," he sighed.

"Hey Erin, why don't you tell him you're good news," BJ stated.

"What news?" she asked. BJ shot her a look. "Oh that news. I was just cast as Maria in our school production of West Side Story," she stated enthusiastically.

"That's great kid! Congratulations." Trapper beamed

"Yup, she'll be the first blond haired, blue eyed, Scandinavian girl to join a Puerto Rican gang," Hawkeye answered.

"Only in Crabapple Cove," BJ stated.

"You know who would really like to hear that?" Trapper asked Erin. "Charles."

"I tried calling him last night but he was busy," Erin stated. "Do you think he would be in his office at the College?"

"He might be," Trapper stated. "I know he's got class with Kat until ten thirty, but I'm pretty sure he doesn't do much for the rest of the day.

"How do you know his schedule?" BJ asked, curiously.

"Has to keep track of Kat," Hawkeye answered. "I bet he knows the schedule of every single one of her professors," he smiled. Trapper looked down at his feet sheepishly.

"Dad, can I go see him?" Erin asked. BJ clenched his teeth.

"I don't know Erin. I don't like the idea of you driving through Boston alone, especially with the rental car."

"She could borrow my car, "Trapper suggested."I won't need it for a while." He received a grateful look from Erin and a glare from BJ.

"Come on Dad, I've driven to the college before."

"Erin, don't..." BJ started to say. Hawkeye gave him a look.

"Let her go Beej, she doesn't want to be cooped up with some old men like us." BJ still looked hesitant.

"I don't know Erin..."

Hawkeye got out of his chair, got up and walked over the jacket closest. They all watched him with interest. He appeared a few seconds later and threw the car eyes and Erin. She caught them easily.

"Have fun honey, and make sure to break every traffic law in the book, get drunk, and scare the hell out of your father."

Erin caught the eyes, but she still looked at BJ for confirmation.

"Go," he told her. "Just be careful."

"Thanks Dad," she stated before disapearing out the house. They listened to her walk into the garage, and open up the door. A few seconds later the car was backing up out of the driveway.

"You just wait until Connor gets behind the wheel," BJ looked at Hawkeye.

"Are you kidding me? That kid's toush will never touche the driver's seat."

Trapper couldn't help but smile. Not for the first time, he realized how much he missed Crabapple Cove and the people who lived there.

"So what's up Trap?" Hawkeye asked, returning to his seat.

"What do you mean?" Trapper asked playing dumb.

"You look like you haven't slept all night," BJ answered.

"I was in surgery till late this morning. There was a huge pile up on the interstate and I didn't get home until late this morning."

"Not that I'm complaining, but you didn't exactly role out the welcome mat for us," Hawkeye stated.

"You did just show up on my doorstep," Trapper countered. "We're friends Hawk, but I've never been able to read your mind."

"Who would want to?" BJ asked, ducking the pillow that Hawk had thrown at him. "I did call Kat last night Trap," BJ answered. "She said that she would tell you."

"Oh man," Trapper answered, rubbing his forehead. He collapsed on the couch.

"You and Kat having problems?" BJ asked. Trapper just nodded his head. "Need somebody to talk to?"

"I need a drink," Trapper answered. Hawkeye glanced at his watch.

"It's almost eleven o clock, good time for a drink."

"Perfect," BJ agreed.

A few minutes later, Trapper was sitting at the kitchen table watching BJ walk over the cabinet above the fridge and take down a bottle of scotch and three glasses. After pouring, he grabbed the three glasses of scotch from the counter. With skill, he carried all three glasses and the bottle towards the table and set them down in front of his friends.

"Nice," Hawkeye complimented. "Too bad you became a doctor; you would have made an excellent waitress."

"Nope, haven't got the legs."

Hawkeye opened the fridge looking for something to eat.He took one look at the burnt turkey and closed the door.

"I see Kat cooked last night," he stated. He closed the door and went and sat down at the table.

Hawk and BJ picked up their glasses and took a large swig. Hawkeye noticed that Trapper was staring out the window. His drink remained untouched.

"Earth to Trapper," he called. When he didn't receive a response, he grabbed one of the wax pieces of fruit off the table and chucked it at Trapper. The apple hit him square between the eyes.

"What?" Trapper asked drawing his attention away from the window.

"What's up? You look like you're attempting to be insightful," BJ stated..

"A first, let me tell you." Hawkeye chuckled, leaning all the way back on his chair.

"Kat wants t join the army," Trapper stated calmly.

Hawkeye stopped laughing.

"What?" he asked in disbelief. Trapper retold last night's events as quickly as he could.

"I'm going to kill Frank Burns," Hawkeye growled. I swear that fink is going to…" His chair was teetering back and forth dangerously.

"That's not going to solve anything Hawk," BJ answered, putting both hands on his friend's chair and pushing down hard.

"No, but it would make me feel better," Hawkeye stated. He looked at Trapper. "She really used Louise's name?"

Trapper rubbed his forehead.

'I don't know what I'm gong to do. I have never seen her that angry."

"What about the time you ran over her hamster with the vacuum cleaner on accident. She said that she was never going to talk to you again."

Trapper smiled slightly at the memory. The poor rodent hadn't stood a chance. Fortunately the father and daughter relationship had ended up better then the hamster.

"Bo jangles death doesn't even come close to how angry she is right now," Trapper answered.

"Crap," Hawkeye answered. It was silent for a moment. "What on earth would posses her to even consider it?"

"Trapper," BJ interrupted in a contemplative tone. "You've got to sit her down and tell her everything." His voice grew quiet as if hating to remember. "The blood…the gore…the smell of death."

The other two men shuddered as an involuntary shutter slid down their backs.

"Tell her the reason you cheated on her mother," Hawkeye added.

"Maybe if you…"

BJ was interrupted by the sound the telephone. Hawkeye, who was closest, got out of his chair and answered.

"Macintyre Residence," he answered.

"Yes this Hawkeye…" he stated confused. "Oh, hi Sidney!"

Trapper and BJ both looked at Hawkeye in surprise. Trapper knew that Hawkeye had kept in loose contact with the physiatrist, but he hadn't seen Sidney Freedman in years. All he knew about the man was that he was working in the psychiatric hospital just outside of Concord. Why was calling here?

Hawkeye seemed equally confused as he listened to Sidney's end of the conversation.

"No, not that I know of," he answered. He lowered the phone and looked at Trapper and BJ.

"Have you guys received any strange phone calls, seen anyone who looks like he's trying to follow you?'

With confused looks on their faces, both men shook their heads.

"Hawk, what's going on?" BJ asked.

Hawkeye held up his hand to signal for quiet.

"What!! Sidney, you've got to be kidding me!" There was long pause.

"Sure, we'll be here." Hawkeye hung up the phone.

'Sidney is coming over. He says that he needs to meet with us." He stated. His face still contained its dumbfounded look.

"Why?" Trapper asked.

"Apparently Samuel Halloran, one of Sidney's patients, has just escaped from the hospital."
"Who?" BJ asked

:"Sidney says that we know him as Colonel Flagg."

A little over an hour later, Sidney was sitting at the kitchen table, also with a drink in his hand.

"That's crazy!" he stated, after Trapper had told him about his daughter's plans.

"and he should know," Hawkeye added.

"Maybe you could try taking to her," Trapper suggested.

"I doubt that I would do any good. Lately, I've had a hard time keeping track of the people that do need my help," Sidney answered rubbing his forehead.

"Sid, you okay?" BJ asked, concerned.

"No not really," Sidney answered honestly. "And that's part of the reason I came here. I mentioned Samuel Halloran, Colonel Flagg, on the phone.

"I would have thought that guy would have jumped off a cliff by now," Hawkeye stated.

:"Not off a cliff," Sidney answered. "but off the deep end."

"What?" all three men asked.. Sidney sighed again.

"I'm going to tell you a story, a very sad and depressing story." He took a long swig of the scotch and set the glass down.

"Samuel Halloran was born into the home of a wealthy businessman in Chicago by the name of Marcus Halloran. Although they shared the same last name, there was no blood relation. Sam's mother had been having an affair and ended up pregnant. As soon as he found out, the guy took off. It probably saved his life considering Halloran's connections to some of the most powerful and dangerous men in the city.

Sam's mother was left with a baby growing in her womb and a broken marriage. She began an emotional spiral downwards both physically and mentally. Three weeks after Sam was born she committed suicide."

"Geez," Hawkeye stated.

"Marcus wanted to get rid of the baby," Sidney continued, "but knew that his reputation has been stained enough by his wife's death. He decided to keep the baby and raise him as his own."

"Why do I think the kid would have been better off in a different situation?" Hawkeye asked.

"Quit interrupting and shut up," BJ scolded him.

Sidney smiled, some things never changed. The amusing moment quickly disappeared when he continued on with his story.

"This all happened a few months before the stock market crashed. Marcus lost everything, his career, his house, his large bank account. He began drinking heavily. Any money that he could put together was spent on bootleg whiskey. When he couldn't get the money himself, he began borrowing from others. Of course, he never had enough to pay them back. It wasn't long before he had every loan shark and mob member in the city after him."

"Im guessing this doesn't have a happy ending," Hawkeye interrupted again. "Sorry," he apologized when he received the glares from his friends.

"Sam, of course, got the worst end of the deal. He was often left alone as far as food went. You can forget any kind of fatherly love. What's worse is his father made an awful mean drunk. He often beat the living daylights out of the kid. I've seen the scars, they aren't pretty.

On April 6, 1938, nine year old Sam was at home looking at the pictures of an illustrated story of Cinderella. His father was passed out in the armchair, an empty whiskey bottle in his hand. Without warning,, the door to their run down house was kicked down and two well dressed men stormed into the house. One of them took out a gun and shot Marcus in the center of his skull. Without a word, the two men exited the house."

"Jesus," Trapper stated. "That poor kid. What happened to him?"

"He took to the streets," Sidney answered. "He had basically been doing it his whole life. It was nothing new to him."

"On the streets all alone," BJ sighed. "God, those times were rough."

"He wasn't alone," Sidney stated, mysteriously. "There was somebody who was always with Sam."

The others game him questioning looks.

"Sam Halloran had a friend with him. One who would stand up to the bullies he met on the street, a friend that could handle living on his own. He called this friend Sam Flagg." Sidney got the reaction he expected.

"Wait a second, "Trapper exclaimed. "You're telling me that nutcase with friends was a friend of one of your patients?"

"You find that surprising?" Hawkeye asked.

"He wasn't a friend of one of my patients," Sidney explained. "He is one of my patients." This time he received only stares.

"This is going to take some explaining. I believe that Sam Halloran suffers from Multiple Personalities Disorder."

"That's what that Sybil…." BJ started to say, but Sidney interrupted him.

"Let me explain what happened to Sam first. Multiple personality Disorder is rare and usually the result of some traumatic event experienced in childhood. It is usually brought about by excessive abuse. I believe his experiences with his father and then living in the streets was the breaking point for Sam. The experiences were so traumatic for him that his personality basically split."

"It split?" Trapper asked.

"In his mind, two different people were formed. It was his way of coping with his experiences. When Flagg was the dominant alter, it was easy to say that the abuse had happened to another person. He could brush it aside. " Sam lived on the streets until he was eighteen. During this time, I believe he developed another alter, Tommy Walters. Tommy was smart, very smart, and cunning. Tommy was the dominant ego when Sam needed to steal for his survival needs."

"This is unbelievable," Hawkeye shook his head. "This is the guy we met in Korea?"

"During the early 1940's, The FBI started a new initiative, training Street kids to be agents. Their reasoning was that the kids already knew how to live on their own, all they would need was a little training. The cops sent him to the program after he was arrested for breaking into a grocery store.

Sam excelled at what he was doing. I think the combination of his three egos made the job easy for him. I have yet to discover if the army knew anything about it mental disorder at the time, but I doubt it. There just wasn't much known about the disorder at the time. Finally he ended up working as CID man in Korea, where all of us had the chance to meet him, well at least Coronal Flagg."

"And those other names he gave us? Were they all other…." BJ stumbled for the right word.

"Alters," Sidney answered. "I don't think so, but it's a possibility. I have only met the three alters in therapy."

"Would have been interesting to meet the real Samuel Halloran," Hawkeye mused.

"You did," Sidney answered. "At the poker game when Frank was attacked in the shower."

"Oh yeah," Hawkeye and Trapper stated.

"That was the real Sam?" Hawkeye asked.

"From my work with him, I think so. He was very duty bound, but not well uh…."

"crazy?" BJ suggested

Sidney nodded his head.

"How did he end up at the mental hospital?" Trapper asked.

"Lots of things," Sidney answered. "I think the stress of his experiences eventually got to him.. He saw a lot of things in war, things that the real Sam would rather forget. Flagg became the dominant alter because he was the strongest out of the three, but also the most paranoid. The CIA finally realized that there was something very wrong the man and got him medical help. I have yet to discover if they knew about his mental disorder before, although I doubt it. Multiple Personality Disorder is not well known."

"Is he going to be okay?" Hawk asked.

"Well I thought I was making progress. I was able to get through to Tommy. The goal is solving MPD is getting all the personalities meshed together to form one person. The alters don't often agree because they think they are going to die. Talking with Tommy, I convinced him that he would be much smarter if he became part of Halloran."

"You talk about them like they're separate people," Hawkeye answered before he took a drink. He reached for the bottle and poured himself another glass.

"In a way they are. Each of them has distinct personality characteristics. During our first few therapy sessions, I never knew which person I was going to be talking to. Eventually, Tommy disappeared and I ended up talking to Flagg most of the time. I never did like that guy."

"As interesting as this is Sidney," BJ stated, still in awe. "It doesn't explain why you are concerned about somebody trying to follow us and our families."

"You guys remember how Flagg was obsessed with a communist takeover? How he thought all three of you were communist sympathizers?"

"How could we forget?" Hawkeye answered. "He tried to arrest me once, but Charles gave him the slip."

"Well its gotten worse in the time I've spent with him. I think he's using it as his defense mechanism against merging with Sam's real personality. He claims that he needs to stick around and rid America of those who wish to see it fall under communist control."

"Well he's locked away right? He's not going to hurt anyone unless…."Trapper stated, but stopped when he saw that Sidney was suddenly distracted in his glass. "Unless he's out," Trapper finished. "Oh no. Sidney, he didn't…."

"He flew the coop about a week ago. He knocked out a guard, stole his gun and threatened to shoot unless they allowed him to get away. I wasn't there at the time."

"Damn," Hawkeye swore. "Was anyone hurt?"

"Fortunately, no. The guard has a serious concussion, but he's fine. The only causality was a stray cat."

"Stray cat?"

"He shot it because he thought the soviets have put a listening devise in it."

"Are you kidding me?" BJ asked. The situation was serious, so nobody laughed, but they were unable to contain their snickers of amusement.

"I wish I was," Sidney answered. "But that just proves to you how crazy he is."

"They'll catch him," Trapper stated. "A guy that shoots stray cats is going to cause lots of attention. Besides he's gong to need food, stuff like that at some point."

"I know he may seem like an idiot to most of us Trapper, but you have to remember he basically grew up on the streets. He received the best training from the CIA. He knows how to survive on his own. He's out on the streets with a gun and without his mind. Personally, I'd a little terrified even if he didn't have a personal vendetta against me. "

"So why do think Flagg is after us?" Hawkeye asked. "We don't even know the guy other then the few times he's shown up at the 4077."

"Whenever I was talking to Flagg during our therapy sessions, your names usually came up. For whatever reason, you guys left an impression on him. He always stated that whenever they let him out of his nuthouse, he would find you and make you pay."

"Never thought I'd be saying this, but this one time I'd rather not have left an impression," Hawkeye sighed, "and why does he feel the need to make us poor humble doctors suffer."

"Treason," Sidney answered simply.

"Oh that Hippocratic Oath always seems to get in the way doesn't it," BJ answered. "Let me guess, he believes that trying to save the lives of the enemy was a criminal act."

"Might have been better off letting them die in peace," Trapper offered. "I don't know if we did them any favors by healing them, only to send them to the POW camp. dysentery….Hepatitis…

"boredom, insanity…Oh wait wrong POW camp," Hawkeye corrected himself. "Back on topic. He can't hurt us Sidney, he doesn't even know where we live. He would have to look pretty hard to find…" he stopped when Sidney lowered his gaze once again. "Why do I think I'm not going to like you're response?" He shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

"About three days ago, our house was broken into. Everything was trashed, our coach was torn about, lamps were broken…it was a real mess."

"Oh no Sidney," BJ stated sympathetically. 'Nobody was home were they?"

"No, thank God. Melanie was at a PTA meeting and she had brought the twins along. I was late at the hospital and Luke was at basketball practice. Apparently the neighbors didn't see anything. The police are still investigating, but they don't think their not hopeful they'll find anything."

"You think it was Flagg?" Trapper asked.

"Despite the mess, only one thing that we discovered was taken. Something that couldn't be valuable to more then one person…..my address book."

sorry no Preview of the next chapter-I tried to get this up as soon as possible. If you would like a short synopsis of the next segement, let me know and I can give you one.