Schultz walked through the line counting men, coming to a dead stop when he saw Colonel Hogan completely losing his count. "Wh…what happened to you?"

"Reeeeepppporrtttt," Klink called coming out of his office not paying attention to the prisoners. "Report!" he repeated when Schultz didn't answer.

"All…all present and accounted for, Herr Kommandant," Schultz forced himself to turn towards his commanding officer. Hogan didn't have a chance to answer him.

"Very good. Now prisoners, I have something I want to tell you about," Klink started as he paced in front of the men. "I know from time to time some of you become wire happy and try an escape…" his voice trailed off as he stood in front of Colonel Hogan, his monocle nearly falling out of his eye. "What happened to you? I know Major Hochstetter hasn't been here."

"Good morning Kommandant, how are you today?" Hogan asked cheerfully.

"Hoooogaaaan!"

"Yes, sir?"

"What happened to your face?" Klink asked, studying the black eye, cut lip, and swollen jaw.

"Oh that. Well you see I learned a valuable lesson last night," Hogan answered matter-of-factly.

"To duck? Tell me what happened," Klink was getting impatient.

"Well that too. There's this pretty blond I've been seeing and her husband found out. Needless to say, he didn't take it very well," Hogan shrugged his shoulders.

"My secretary isn't married and there have been no other blonds in camp. Tell me what really happened," Klink ordered.

"I fell out of bed?" Hogan tried with the best smile he could muster trying not to grimace.

"Colonel Hogan, you will tell me exactly what happened or you'll spend a week in the cooler," Klink threatened. For a moment, he thought Hogan was going to take the cooler time.

"Excuse us, sir." Klink turned to see Baker and Reynolds standing next to him looking pensive. "It was our fault, sir."

"Exactly what was your fault?" Klink demanded.

"We got in a disagreement last night about a woman and it came to blows. The Colonel tried to intervene and that's when it happened," Baker answered. Reynolds was looking down with his hands clasped obviously distressed over the situation.

"Sir, you…," Hogan started but Klink cut him off.

"Continue with your story," he demanded.

"As I said, it came to blows. What we didn't realize was that the Colonel had stepped in between us, and we weren't hitting each other. We're really sorry, sir. We didn't mean for anyone to get hurt, especially the Colonel," Baker said dutifully apologetic.

"You beat up your commanding officer?" Klink was incensed. "You'll both spend a week in the cooler. I will not tolerate fighting in this camp! Schultz, take them away!"

"Kommandant," Hogan started getting his attention. "Since I was the one injured, might I make a suggestion on their punishment?"

"They have to be punished," Klink stated firmly.

"Yes, sir, I agree. But perhaps it would be a greater punishment to make them stay in the hut instead of spending time in the cooler. Although cooler time is definitely a deterrent, it takes them away from seeing the consequences of their actions. In a week's time, my face will be well on the way to healing. But if they're confined to the barracks, they'll have to face me each day and be reminded of their stupidity. Plus I can come up with extra duties for them to perform," Hogan requested.

Klink thought about it before answering looking between the three men. "You have a good point. Very well, they're confined to the barracks for a week. Plus recreation hall privileges revoked for another ten days."

"Sir, don't you think that's going overboard?" Hogan asked.

"No, I do not. Schultz, see to it they're confined to the barracks and on any work details appropriate. Make sure the medic sees Hogan and dismiss your men," Klink ordered leaving to go back to his office. This was going to cause him extra paperwork today.

"Shame on you two for fighting," Schultz scolded them like his kids ushering the men inside the barracks not believing for a moment the storyline. He turned to Newkirk, whom was the last man standing outside. "Tiger is married?"

"Not anymore," Newkirk answered with a smirk

"Oh, I know nothing. Nothing!" Schultz quickly left the area afraid of actually finding out what really happened.

Inside the barracks, Hogan leaned against a bunk bed. "Thank you fellas, I owe you one."

"No sir, you don't. We were happy to do it. We would have taken the cooler time too," Baker answered. Reynolds agreed with him.

"I know, but this works out better. Kinch, that was smart thinking. LeBeau, let us know when breakfast is ready. I'll be in my quarters if anyone needs me," Hogan said then closed the door behind him.

"What is for breakfast?" Carter asked sitting up in his bunk.

"The Gov'nor is going to need something soft with that jaw," Newkirk said lighting up a cigarette.

"If someone will go down to the storeroom and bring up the blueberries and sugar, I'll make pancakes with blueberry syrup," LeBeau offered. Olsen and Garlotti both volunteered disappearing down the ladder nearly racing each other.

"Pancakes are thick not thin like crepes," Kinch reminded him.

"Oui, I know, it's uncivilized, but mon Colonel likes them. I'll do it for him," LeBeau exaggerated rolling his eyes.

"While you're making pancakes, I'll go let the underground know that François won't be making the trip," Kinch said climbing downstairs.

"Where did you hide the body?" Carter asked.

"Not far from the road about two miles away at the fork that goes out to the SS facility. With any luck, they'll find him today. We didn't make it difficult," Newkirk answered. "How are you feeling today?"

"A little sore, but nothing like the Colonel is feeling," Carter took a cup of coffee LeBeau handed him.

Tiger had changed into the clothes LeBeau had provided and was sitting on the lower bunk with her knees drawn up against her. Hogan sat down near her reaching out to touch her hand. She flinched and drew her knees closer to her chest. Hogan's heart sank as he gave her a little more space; his anger at François hadn't subsided. But he could tell something was eating at her, and had a pretty good idea what.

"Talk to me," he asked gently prodding her. "Please. Don't shut me out."

"Despite what I said, I never intended to kill him," she said, softly not looking at him.

"No one thought you did. Can you tell me what happened?" The bruises on her face made him wince.

"I found him in the back, where I think he was on his way to the ladder to go up in the compound. He said he was going to expose the entire operation," she shifted slightly now looking up at him. "I just wanted to have my say then I was going to leave because I thought he'd be easier to handle if I wasn't around. He…just…overpowered me," a single tear escaped from her eye.

"I promised to protect you from him, and I failed. I'm sorry."

"NON! Don't you ever think that. You saved me," she looked him directly in the eyes, fire burning in hers.

"You saved me too," Hogan smiled gently at her.

"Oui. I tried to get him away from you. At one point, I kicked his manhood, but I must not have made the right impact. He got up too fast."

Hogan blinked hard, thinking he'd never want an angry Tiger kicking at his manhood. "I'm sure that he felt something."

"More anger. He kicked your ribs and pulled you out in the room. I was so scared; you didn't look like you were breathing. Then he tried to stab you. I found the gun and warned him, several times, but he wouldn't listen. I couldn't let him kill you," Tiger said taking a deep breath.

"I'm grateful," he smiled at her. "Was the gun yours?"

"Non, I thought it was yours and that you dropped in the fight."

"I didn't have a weapon. He must have stolen it out of the weapons locker." Hogan knew they'd need to do something about that weapons locker when they had guests in the tunnel. It had to remain easily accessible in case they were threatened and needed access, buts guests didn't need access to it. "How do you feel about his death?" he asked after a few minutes.

"I'm not sorry he's dead, just how it happened," Tiger looked down again. She had hated her husband, but never really wished him dead. Although she'd fantasized about how to kill him many times, she would have never killed him in cold blood. But when she thought about it; really thought about it, what choice did Francois really give her? To not kill him would have resulted in the death of Robert, her amour, and that she couldn't let happen. François had caused her so much pain that she wanted to strike back at him, making him realize what a fool he'd been. She wanted to see him pay for his crimes publicly, because he so craved public admiration. Once she found out that he was a collaborator, she couldn't think of a better way to get back at him than exposing him as a fraud. He would feel the humiliation that he put her through over the years. Degradation and shame described their life together and it took her a long time to realize she really wasn't the human being he claimed she was. Slowly she became her own person and no one would ever pull her back down into the mire. François had taken so much from her and she was determined not to lose anything or anyone else. With concerned eyes, she looked up at Hogan, "How do you think London will handle this?"

"That I'm not sure, but I'll make them understand it was in self-defense," Hogan was worried about that himself. What if London wanted Tiger prosecuted?