François paced through the length of the tunnels, he didn't understand Hogan. Why would the man come between a husband and wife? Something more was going on that he had to figure out, then it occurred to him. Marie had said there was someone special; perhaps that someone was here in the camp. Because she was staying in Barracks Two, he deduced that this person must have been living in that barracks. His first thought was LeBeau because he was the only Frenchman in the barracks. Since Hogan had ensured he wasn't left alone, he asked the man guarding him. The guard laughed and told him no, but wouldn't say if someone in the barracks was dating his wife. However, the refusal told François that he was correct, which left about ten men in the barracks which he had to investigate. He quickly dismissed Kinch, Baker, Reynolds, and Miller because of their color. Hogan, he thought about him for a moment, deciding Marie wasn't the type of woman Hogan would tolerate for long. She didn't know her place. Newkirk, however, was always around Marie, quick to defend her. Tomorrow, François would need to have a long talk with the Englander about stealing another man's wife.

"Colonel Hogan," Klink called him out after the men had been dismissed from morning roll call. "Why is Sergeant Carter not in roll call?"

"He had a serious leg injury, sir. He can't stand still," Hogan replied, wondering why it took so long to have this conversation.

"How did he get hurt?" Klink demanded. Schultz was listening closely standing near the Kommandant.

Hogan decided he'd better use the same lie Schultz believed. "In a cave-in of the tunnel that we were working on, it was a total loss, sir."

Klink rolled his eyes. "Stop these lies. There are no tunnels in Stalag 13! Now I want the truth."

"Yes, sir," Hogan looked appropriate chastised. "He was playing ball, fell, and has a nasty cut. If he stands on it, the wound will reopen."

"See, now was that difficult? Why you come up with these wild stories I'll never understand. I want Sergeant Wilson's report on Carter in my office this morning!" Klink left stomping off riding crop swinging under his arm.

"Colonel Hogan, was the tunnel a complete loss?" Schultz asked worriedly when Klink was out of earshot. Kinch was standing next to the Colonel.

"Why do you ask?" Hogan raised an eyebrow.

"I thought perhaps if it was to the officer's food pantry, you might need some supplies to shore up the walls," Schultz said.

Hogan's eyes narrowed, "How did you know that?"

"LeBeau said something about being able to cook better meals soon," Schultz's eyes sparkled. He wasn't as dumb as he played.

"He said that?" Kinch asked shaking his head in surprise.

"Ja. In the armory, there is extra wood that needed a place to be kept, a few beams, and plywood," Schultz said.

"Why are you telling us this?" Hogan asked, cognizant that they recently had a Gestapo mole in camp.

"There is a spot in the middle of the floor that I try to avoid, because it groans when I step on it. I don't investigate, and wouldn't want to fall through the floor breaking a leg," Schultz replied. "However, if that spot no longer creaked and LeBeau started cooking really good food there would be nothing for me to investigate." Schultz turned leaving the Americans alone.

"If Schultz ever turned on us…," Kinch didn't finish his thought.

"We'd have no choice but to kill him. I think he knows that," Hogan said seriously watching the retreating German. Kinch looked at his commander in shock. "Hopefully that day will never come. See to it that the armory tunnel entrance is reinforced, and take whatever of the supplies we can use. I'll talk to LeBeau."

"Yes, sir," Kinch replied following Hogan into the barracks.

After breakfast, Hogan called Olsen into his office.

"Sir, I want to apologize for my disrespect yesterday. It won't happen again," Olsen stood in front of the bed with his hands behind him, feet shoulder width apart.

"I need to know why it happened," Hogan said standing in front the Sergeant, his arms crossed.

Olsen took a deep breath, "I'm not sure."

"That's not good enough," Hogan ordered; his command face firmly in place.

"I don't know what you want me to say, sir."

"Why don't you start with why you haven't been sleeping?"

Olsen looked down clearly distressed about the subject. "I…I just haven't been able to fall asleep, sir."

"Sit down," Hogan indicated the chairs at his desk, pulling them out the two men took a seat. "Does this stem from killing the Gestapo mole?" he asked gently, leaning forward.

"I guess, sir," Olsen couldn't meet Hogan's eyes.

"What made this kill different from any of the others?"

"I honestly don't know, sir. It wasn't the first time I've killed an enemy soldier, and definitely not the first time I've killed one up close and personal. It doesn't make sense to me," Olsen answered.

Hogan studied him for a moment before replying. "Lack of sleep makes everything seem worse and harder to sort out. Even though you slept last night with the aid of a sleeping pill, I'm considering sending you back to bed. You look like you need another twelve hours of rest."

"Please don't, sir. I need to be awake to get a handle on it. My head is a lot clearer today, and I'm supposed to take my watch with Carter this afternoon. I don't want to let anyone down," Olsen pleaded.

Hogan leaned back running a hand over his face thinking through the options. Carter was definitely stronger and would start moving around today. He knew that Newkirk, Carter, and Olsen had a bond that just might allow Olsen to figure out what the problem was. "Do you feel guilt over killing Waechter?"

"No, sir. It was him or Newkirk. And I sure didn't want to end up in one of Major Hochstetter's interrogation rooms," Olsen's eyes were sure of that fact.

Hogan nodded his head, "All right. I need to see some serious improvement today or tonight you will take another sleeping pill. I'll talk to Wilson, and on his recommendation, you might take one anyway. If you're unable to come to some resolution today, then you and I will go through it tomorrow. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir. I'd just prefer it not be another twelve-hour sleeping pill. It was hard waking up for roll call," Olsen requested.

"LeBeau gave you a four-hour pill. Your body took over and did the rest," Hogan informed him.

Olsen's eyes enlarged, "I didn't realize."

"You're dismissed. And if there's anything you want to talk about remember I'm available," Hogan said with a gentle smile.

"Thank you, sir," Olsen left the office.

Hogan was worried, hoping that Olsen could make sense of the incident today. Most things fell off of Olsen, and why this was sticking to him had to be resolved. Hogan had enough other headaches that required his attention, but somehow he'd find time to spend with the young man if needed. As Tiger entered the room, he knew it was time to tackle another issue, Butler's request.

"Is everything all right?" she asked closing the door behind her.

"I hope so. Thank you for giving me the time," he answered looking at her bruise.

"I understand your obligations. Is there anything I can help with?" she sat down on the bed.

"How are you feeling?"

"Much better. I know it looks bad, but it doesn't hurt," Tiger tried to reassure him.

Hogan seriously doubted that, but Tiger was a lot like him, neither gave into pain easily. "If you need something, Wilson will be by in a little while." Tiger nodded her head in understanding. Hogan took a deep breath before delving into the conversation he didn't want to have. "Yesterday I was able to speak with General Butler."

"What did he have to say?" Tiger's interest was piqued.

"They really want François's expertise and the research on the new rockets he's been working on. The consensus is that it'll make a difference in the war effort," Hogan stopped taking a deep breath before continuing. "He asked me to talk to you about accompanying François to England. Obviously, that was before his serious breach of morality. However, the General did make an offer I think is only fair that you hear. He said that if you come to London then he'll make sure you're able to get a divorce and be rid of François once and for all."

Tiger didn't respond immediately, she sat thoughtfully for a few minutes then uncrossing her legs stood up. Hogan watched as she moved towards him, enjoying how her hips swayed. She put her arms around his neck, standing impossible close to him. "I'll escort him to England," she said seductively with a smile that made Hogan nervous.

He cleared his throat trying to keep his mind on the topic, and not the way his body was reacting to having her so close. "They want him there breathing and in one piece."

"What fun would that be?" Tiger pouted sticking out her lower lip.

"I'll tell the General that François will be traveling alone," Hogan said. He met her lips in a deep kiss. He wanted her, but knew he couldn't with François below. The way she melted into his arms, it took all his will power to not pick her up, lay her on the bed making passionate love to her.

Their kiss broke and Tiger leaned her forehead against his, "I suppose I should go see if Kinch can make contact with the underground." Her breath was as quick as her heart rate. She wanted to stay in his arms, but pulled herself away.

"I have some things to take care of also," he said. "I'll come down in a while." Tiger left and he sat there trying to calm his raging hormones down before leaving his office to do his normal duties.

A couple of hours later, Hogan went downstairs looking for Tiger.

"Thank you, Snow White," Kinch said signing off the radio.

"What did you find out?" Hogan asked entering the radio room.

"They have finalized the plan for destroying the bridge, and have information that a panzer division will be moving through the area tomorrow. I will take them the explosives today, and hopefully some of the Boche will be killed on the bridge when it blows," Tiger said with determination.

"It sounds risky," Hogan frowned.

"Oui, there is always risk. But the explosives can be set tonight with a timer. No one should be in the area when it blows," Tiger walked with Hogan to Carter's lab to gather the supplies.

"How long will you be gone?" he gently brushed her hair back looking deep into her eyes.

"A couple of days. I need time to think about what to do about François. Do you know when the sub will be able to pick him up?" Tiger put a hand on Hogan's chest moving closer to him.

"Hopefully by the end of the week. With the SS and the Gestapo still on the prowl, it's too dangerous to move him right now. Promise me you'll be careful out there."

"I promise," she reached up and kissed him tenderly. "Remember, I have my get out of Gestapo custody free card with me."

Hogan looked confused raising an eyebrow, "Do I even want to know what that is?"

"Non," Tiger's eyes sparkled.

"Just be safe," he took her into his arms kissing her deeply.

Unbeknown to them, François had slipped past his guard on the hunt for Newkirk to confront him about Marie. Instead, he saw Tiger and Hogan in the laboratory. Anger flooded his veins. So it was Hogan who was trying to steal his wife. He backed away so neither Hogan nor Tiger would know he knew about them. Making his way to the tunnel's armory, he took out a luger and hid it in his jacket. Hogan would pay dearly for his transgressions. He needed Hogan to get him out of the country, however, there were things he could do. If he put up enough of a fuss, he knew Hogan would take him to his rendezvous site to meet up with his next contact to start his journey to the submarine. At that time, Hogan wouldn't be protected by his men. That's when François would kill him making it look like an SS killing.