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There was a visiting general, with a suspicious briefcase cuffed to his wrist and Hogan was determined to figure out what was in it. The plan was simple really, have LeBeau cook a meal for the visiting general in the Kammandant's quarters, have Newkirk open the case and get the papers, photograph the papers and have them returned before they're ever missed. The plan was going well, but the general was getting antsy and Newkirk wasn't back with the papers. We need to stall, Klink plays the violin, he thought to himself, he sucks but he enjoys it.
“To round out a perfect evening, I was hoping that the Kammandant would favor us with a bit of music,” Hogan suggested.
“Oh yes, a violin solo, Herr Kammandant,” Hilda agreed. Klink didn't take much convincing and he scurried away to the other room to fetch his violin. Hogan heard him before he saw him. An awful screeching noise made Hogan wince a little, but he quickly corrected himself and plastered the biggest grin he could muster on his face. While the music sucked, Klink looked like he was having fun. That made Hogan smile for real. Once Klink was done, the general looked relieved. Schultz was in the room now too, he must have been in the kitchen. He was clapping louder than Hogan was, and seemed genuinely impressed with Klink solo.
“Bravo, Kammandant, bravo! Play us another,” Hogan said, giving Klink a standing ovation. Klink looked sheepish, but began his next tune. Luckily, Newkirk came back with the papers. After Klink was done, they adjourned to the other room.
The general left soon after, Schultz escorted him to his car, Hilda left for her home then too, and the boys had gone back to develop the photographs leaving Klink and Hogan alone in the Kammandantur.
“Thanks for organizing tonight, the meal was delicious,” Klink said, he looked like he was debating asking a question. Seemingly making up his mind, he tentatively asked, “what did you think of the violin solo?”
“It was a bit hard on the ears,” he admitted, “But I love the way you love it,”
Hogan smiled, and pressed a gentle kiss to Klink's lips. Much too soon, Hogan pulled away. Klink smiled as he watched him walk out the door to his barracks. Oh how he wishes he could stay the night.
Down in the tunnels, Hogan and his heroes were scheming. The plan to get the photo negatives out was not as simple as getting it. Klink always tightens security whenever he has guests over, so no using the emergency tunnel. They have two officers waiting to get smuggled out, what can he do with that? Hmmm… That's it!
“They think they're winning, right? What if they thought they were losing?” Yes that's it, convince the Germans that they were losing, get the officers to ‘photograph’ camp and then get them out with the negatives. “We've gotta attack them at their weakest point,”
“Schultz!” They all said in unison.
“Who else,” Hogan said, making mental notes of what needed to be done, and assigning tasks to each member.
They began their mental warfare early the next day. He could have convinced Schultz to join their Russian lesson in his sleep. All of the men were playing their parts well, people were asking questions, and no one's thrown anything at his head. It was a bit chilly in the barracks, so all of their men were snuggled up with one another. LeBeau practically jumped out of his chair when Kinch said hello in Russian, Carter was asleep and drooling against a frustrated looking Newkirk, and Olsen was passing out papers for their quiz on Russian words.
Afterwards, Kinch and Hogan pulled Schultz into Hogan's office and began writing a letter for him to gather signatures on.
“We the undersigned POWs,” Hogan began slowly as Kinch wrote down his words, “of stalag 13 certify that Sergeant Schultz has been a humane and considerate guard of this camp. We ask that he be treated accordingly when the allies occupy stalag 13. Alright, type that up and have everybody sign it.”
“Will do,” Kinch said, both of them standing up.
“Schultz, you like that?” Hogan asked.
“Beautiful, tovarich, I could cry,” Schultz said, wiping a tear from his eye. He looked at Kinch and then at Hogan, "Uh, Hogan, could I talk to you for a sec?”
“Sure Schultz, what do you need?” He asked, putting a hand on his back and guiding him to one of the chairs. Kinch left and pulled the door closed behind him.
“I think I scared the cockroach, I don't know what I did, but he's been jumping every time he sees me. Oh please Colonel Hogan, I could not live without his apple strudel!”
“Why don't you talk to him? You'll need his signature on your letter anyways,” Hogan supplied. There was a knock on his office door.
“I've got your letter Schultz,” it was Kinch he tentatively opened the door and stepped in with the sheet of paper. Schultz read over it and smiled.
“Oh it's bea-utiful,” Schultz sang, “Oh will you two be the first signatures on it?”
After they signed it, he hurried out the door.
“What did he ask you about?” Kinch gave Hogan a questioning look.
“Something about LeBeau, I'm not really sure…” Hogan trailed off not knowing what to say. It was outside time anyways.
Hogan wandered around the compound for a bit, then decided to go bug his favorite kraut. He strode confidently into the Kammandantur and threw a greeting at Hilda.
“Is the Kammandant in?” He asked, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
“Yes, he should be in his office,” she replied with a smile. He grabbed the knob and pushed the door open. Klink was sitting at his desk working on paperwork.
“Go away Hogan, I'm much too busy,” Klink waved him away without even looking up.
“The Geneva Convention says I can stand here and list all of my complaints.” Hogan retorted, he relaxed, he found it calming when he verbally sparred with Klink. Finally, Klink looked up from his paper.
“What do you need?”
“A round of chess maybe?” Klink set down his pen and got up. He opened the door to Hilda's office.
“If anyone asks for me, say I'm not to be disturbed.” With that he pulled Hogan into his quarters. Hogan did a quick sweep around the room making sure all the shades were pulled closed before turning his attention back towards Klink.
Klink grabbed Hogan's wrist and tugged him onto the couch, so that Hogan was straddling Klink's thighs. Hogan grabbed Klink's jaw and tilted his head up, kissing his neck.
“This doesn't seem like chess,” Hogan joked. Klink silenced him with another kiss. Klink slipped his hands around Hogan's hips and under his bomber jacket, pulling him closer. Hogan's hands fished for Klink's uniform buttons and began undoing them, just enough to push the fabric aside and began kissing the soft skin of his collar bone. Hogan pulled back after a bit.
“Care to take this to the bedroom?” He asked, standing up. Hogan offered his hand, which Klink took and allowed himself to be pulled into his room. Klink busied himself with undoing the rest of his uniform while Hogan pulled the shades closed in the new room they were in.
Klink sat on the bed. Confident that they were alone and no one had spotted them, Hogan took his time undressing, enjoying feeling Klink's eyes on him.
“Do I deserve this?” Klink asked under his breath, looking Hogan up and down like the first time he saw him.
“Not whats important right now, do you want it?” Hogan teased, crawling between his thighs on the bed.
Hogan lay with his head resting on the chest of a disheveled Klink. A pleasant, tired feeling in his muscles. He studied the face of his resting lover, just a few inches from his own and smiled. He pressed a kiss on Klink's forehead and sat up. Klink shifted behind him and stretched.
“Leaving already?” Klink asked as Hogan stood up.
“Yeah, I gotta go soon otherwise people are gonna get suspicious,” Hogan replied, gathering his clothes and putting them on.
“Care for a game of chess later this evening?”
“I’d like that,” Klink replied as he got up and began searching for his own clothes.