London, One Month Ago

"No, I'm going and that's final," Angie Burke said in a familiarly defiant tone. She was now pacing across her living room floor, her hands on her hips. "Rob, I've put my life on hold for too long. I have to find out…" she stopped talking for a moment, taking a deep breath, "I need to know."

"Angie, you know he's built a life for himself there and he's safe. Why do you have to endanger yourself? Your life is here," Hogan argued back. They'd been friends for over two decades, and he cared very deeply for the British agent who protected his team while they were prisoners of war in World War Two.

"Because…" Angie turned back towards him, "because, Wolfgang is the only man I've ever loved in my life. If there's a chance I can talk to him, I want that opportunity. I need to know, if he…if it might be possible…if there could still be an 'us'."

Hogan was floored; he had no idea that she still loved the Gestapo agent that made his life hell during his time at Stalag 13. How anyone could love that monster was beyond his imagination. The only good that every came from Major Wolfgang Hochstetter were the two children, he and Angie had. The twins, Lisal and Wolfgang, were good people because Hochstetter had no hand in raising them. Proceeding carefully he asked, "Angie, what about the kids? Even though they're adults, they love and need their mother. How would we explain to them that their father, whom they have grown up believing was dead, has killed their mum?"

"Wolfgang is not going to kill me. We're going to talk. First, I have to know how he feels about being a father, and then I'll have to figure out what to tell my children," Angie took a seat on the chair across from Hogan.

"Do I have to remind you that the reason we had to sneak you out of Germany was so that he wouldn't kill you?" Hogan threw back angrily; sometimes Angie was the most stubborn infuriating person. "Let alone what the agency would do if you were seen with him."

"I've put in my retirement paperwork. In five days, I will no longer work for MI-5 and will be a citizen, free to do as I wish. I'm planning on taking a vacation to Switzerland. Please just accept this; it's something I have to do. I know how to take care of myself, and if you, Peter, James, Louis, or Andrew were to accompany me, it wouldn't be the best message to send to Wolfgang."

Hogan gave up trying to convince her, but it didn't mean he wasn't going to make sure she was protected on her 'vacation'. Angie was a lot like Hochstetter; once she decided something there was no way to change her mind. But he could be just as stubborn in protecting those he cared for, and had a few favors he could call in. Hogan knew firsthand the trouble the Gestapo Major could cause.

Hammelburg Germany, December 1944

Hochstetter walked into his office the day after the memorial service. He had a lot of work to do and first thing was to find out about the status of the Düsseldorf Gestapo. The bombing a few days ago had completely destroyed the building, but a few people had survived. He had his aide connect him to their temporary quarters and was pleasantly surprised to find that his friend was alive.

"I'm glad to know that you survived that terrible bombing. Are you all right? Were you injured?" Hochstetter asked his old friend, Major Raban Braun, the head of Düsseldorf Gestapo.

"Wolfgang, it's good to hear from you, but I didn't expect you to be back to work this quickly. I have a couple of minor injuries, but nothing to keep me away from work. I'm so sorry about Lisal. I tried to get to her, but there was nothing left of that part of the hotel. I failed to protect her while she was in my city. Can you ever forgive me, my friend?" Braun asked. He truly felt responsible for her death. The two men had met on their first day of Gestapo officer's training school and quickly became friends.

"It wasn't your fault, but it is the damn Allies. Although, I suspect someone here of having a hand in her death, if you can answer a couple of questions it would assist me a lot," Hochstetter replied.

"Any way I can be of help, if someone caused her death, we will get them," Braun promised full of conviction.

"What can you tell me of your office bringing some prisoners from Stalag 13 in for questioning the day before the bombing?" Hochstetter asked with great anticipation.

"I don't know what you're talking about. No one from here would have any reason to talk to prisoners from that stalag. And I authorized no one to do such an act. Why do you ask?" Braun was confused.

"Do you think that any of the visiting Gestapo would have authorized the arrest?" He knew it! It was all a lie.

"They would have used our detention cells, and I know for a fact that no prisoners were brought in that day. Everyone was too busy preparing for the conference. Why are you asking these questions?"

"The person who I suspect of being responsible for the bombing claimed to be taken to Düsseldorf by your men. I knew it was all lies, now I have my man. I can prove once and for all that he's Papa Bear," Hochstetter was delightedly happy.

"You have Papa Bear! I want to attend his interrogation," Braun declared. He was ready to extract his revenge for Lisal's death on the man slowly and excruciatingly. Hochstetter was an amateur and never had the stomach for real interrogation techniques, but if this person had a hand in Lisal's death, Braun would show Hochstetter how to carry out a few new methods of persuasion.

"By all means, come on down and we'll do this together. He's going to pay for killing Lisal along with a lot of other crimes," Hochstetter gloated. He finally had his proof Hogan was a spy and the Geneva Convention couldn't protect him now. After hanging up with Braun, Hochstetter made another call.

Out at Stalag 13, Sergeant Hans Schultz ambled over to barracks two shaking his head sadly; this was not a responsibility he wanted to have.

"Hi Schultzie, what's up?" LeBeau asked the guard as he entered the barracks two.

"Where is Colonel Hogan?" He asked wishing he didn't have to do this.

"He's in his office. What's going on Schultz?" Kinch asked standing up from the common table concerned about the look on the portly guard's face.

Schultz walked over the Colonel's door and knocked, after receiving an "Enter," he opened the door. "Colonel Hogan, I have orders from General Burkhalter to place you in the cooler in solitary confinement, until he and the Gestapo arrive. I'm sorry Colonel Hogan," Schultz told him.

"Why? What's this about?" Hogan asked alarmed. His men also wanted to know standing up ready to defend their commanding officer. Hogan told them to calm down by putting his hand out to them.

"I don't know anything Colonel or I'd tell you. Please come with me. I'm sorry," Schultz answered him.

"Let me get my jacket," Hogan walked back into his office picking up his jacket and crush cap. Exchanging worried looks with his men, he told them to stay loose and close. Then he followed Schultz over to the cooler, when they arrived, the guard started to open a door to one of the cells. "The mattress on the bed in that cell is a little thicker making it more comfortable. Can I wait in there?"

Schultz shrugged his shoulders opening the other door, he didn't care which cell Hogan took. The Colonel sat down and waited for his interrogators to arrive. His mind going over a thousand things they could be coming for, but he knew it was their so called trip to Düsseldorf.