"LeBeau, where's Newkirk?" Kinch gazed at the Frenchman.

"Visiting Heidi."

"Again? That's the third time this week!" Carter stated.

"She must be special," Kinch snorted.

"I thought I gave orders for everyone to be in camp tonight," Hogan snapped, stalking from his office. "Didn't I?"

LeBeau whirled and stared at his very angry CO. He swallowed hard and nodded.

"So Newkirk just disobeyed orders then?"

"Not exactly, mon Colonel," LeBeau hedged. Hogan crossed his arms.

"All this for some woman," Kinch muttered.

"You like the ladies as well, mon Colonel," LeBeau said. He nervously looked around as Hogan began pacing.

"Have you met this Heidi?" Carter asked.

"Oui," LeBeau said, stirring his stew.

"What is she like?"

"Pretty. Large brown eyes. Petite." LeBeau swallowed hard. "Mon Colonel, it's all right."

"Newkirk is out gallivating, disobeying orders, and you say it's all right?!"

"She makes him happy." LeBeau looked at his CO. "She is good for him."

"And if she turns out to be Gestapo?" Hogan pointedly asked.

All the men exchanged glances. "That's not really fair, sir," Carter said. "Newkirk thought Gretel was in trouble and he apologized to us."

"And Heidi is not Gestapo," LeBeau stated. "I am sure of that."

"The Colonel has a point." Kinch shuffled cards aimlessly. "Newkirk isn't known for making smart choices in women."

"Are any of us?" LeBeau asked.

"If he gets caught," Hogan growled. "I'll put him in the cooler myself."

LeBeau sighed. "Come, Colonel. I will show you."

"Show me what?" Hogan asked.

"This way. Non, Carter, you stir the stew. Don't let it burn."

Hogan followed LeBeau through the tunnels, coming up in the dog kennel. "Ludwig, down," LeBeau whispered as a large Shepherd licked his face. LeBeau gestured and the two men crept to the rec hall.

"He brought her to camp?" Hogan hissed.

"Just look," LeBeau whispered. Hogan peered in a window. At first he saw nothing in the dim light. Then he saw a flurry of motion. Newkirk bent over a small shaggy figure. Then he motioned and the figure darted off. Hogan looked at LeBeau.

"Heidi's a dog?!"

"Oui. The small shepherd." LeBeau grinned. "I wondered how Newkirk could visit his amour and return so quickly. So I followed him. He brings her treats, plays ball with her."

Hogan chuckled. "Does he know you know?"

"Mais non! I thought about it," LeBeau admitted. "But I haven't seen him so happy in a while. I couldn't destroy that."

Hogan looked inside again. Newkirk knelt on the floor, Heidi in his arms and licking his face. Hogan smiled. The cynical Brit rubbed the dog's ears, a wide grin on his face. Hogan shrugged. "Well, he isn't disobeying orders. Come on, LeBeau. We'll leave the lovebirds alone." They headed towards the barracks. "Remind me to tell Oscar to keep Heidi here."

"Oui."

"After all, you're right about one thing." Hogan held open the kennel door and LeBeau crept inside. "She certainly isn't Gestapo!"