Hi to all! This is a story I have had in the back of my mind and I just had to finish it and post it. It is not going to be a long story, but it will most likely be intense. Hogan fans, hide your face! (Just kidding!) Anyway, I own nothing and all mistakes are all my own. Please, please, please read and review!

The night was stormy; lightening flashing so bright it was like the sun was out and the thunder so loud it shook everything. It wasn't a light steady nice rain, but a downpour that flooded everywhere. As the wipers on the car swished furiously, he sighed in frustration. The road was a muddy mess, the snow from the week before had already saturated the ground. Now, everything was too soft, making everything slick, including the now muddy road. He was carefully trying to keep the car on the road.

He had so much on his mind, the fact that he had just had a great time with Tiger, all the while getting the information he needed to pass on for the Underground.

As he went around the next bend, the car started sliding toward the deep ravines on the right side of the road. He tried to keep the vehicle on the road, but it was to no avail. He over corrected and the car started sliding out of control. His heart leaped into his throat as the vehicle veered over the embankment, rolling end over end. It landed upright against a tree at the bottom of the ravine.

The noise from the crash silenced, leaving the forest eerily quiet.

The first thing he became aware of was the intense pain in his chest and stomach. He let out a loud groan as he tried to move his head.

Ugh, that was a bad idea. What happened to me? His mind began working, remembering the car veering off the road. Oh God, I was in a car accident! I hope the guys can find me.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked around. He saw the windshield had completely shattered into a million pieces, the shards all over the seat around him. He saw that he was bleeding from his left leg, which had bone coming out of his thigh. Oh God, this is bad.

The pain was unbearable. As blackness overtook him again, his last thought was, Please guys, you have to find me.

"Why isn't he back yet?" Newkirk asked for the hundredth time. The 4 men were in the tunnel, waiting for their commander to come back.

"I don't know, but I'm going to call Tiger and see if he's left yet," Kinch replied, sitting at the radio and calling the beautiful Underground agent.

"Maybe he just got detained by Tiger," LeBeau interjected, hoping that this was true. Kinch looked up from the radio and looked at the others.

"No, Tiger didn't detain him. She said that he left over an hour ago. Something's wrong."

The others looked at each other, not sure what they should do. Carter was the first to speak up. "What if he got in an accident or something like that?"

"He's got a point Kinch," Newkirk replied.

"We're going to have to go look for him Mon Ami. We have to find him."

"I know LeBeau, I know. The best I can figure, he most likely kept to the main road. Its only a 20 mile drive to town. We'll check the road from here to town. We'll go now. I'll get Baker and Olsen to watch the store. Olsen can fill in for the Colonel in a pinch. Let me get them and we'll be out of here. You all start changing into your blacks," Kinch said, standing up from the radio and heading topside.

Twenty minutes later, and one ruse later, the four men were driving down the same muddy road their commander had driven earlier. They kept their eyes opened, watching both sides of the road.

"See anything yet?" Kinch, who was driving.

"Not yet," Newkirk replied.

"Hey, wait a minute, does that look like something? Like something went off the road?" Carter asked from behind Newkirk.

"Yeah, I think your right. We'd better check it out," Kinch replied, pulling the car over to an inconspicuous spot on the side of the road. All they needed was the Gestapo finding the car and them.

The four men cautiously made their way down the hill. "You guys see this? It looks like something is down here," Newkirk said.

They looked around before noticing the black car resting against a tree at the bottom.

"Oh mon dieu! Isn't that Mon Colonel's car?"

"Yeah, it is! Let's get down there!" Kinch exclaimed, leading the charge down the hill.

The four men made their way quietly down the hill to find a sight they were not prepared for. The car was completely demolished and their commanding officer slumped unconscious against the steering wheel, blood all over the inside of the car.

Of the four, poor Carter had to pull back. Seeing his beloved Colonel Hogan in such a bad state made him stop completely. The others peered in, wishing they hadn't.

"Carter? Carter are you okay?" Newkirk asked, looking at the pale Sergeant. Carter didn't say anything; instead he sunk to the ground unconscious.