A/N: I do not own Hogan's Heroes or any of its characters. But I do own the DVD set and enjoy watching them. This story has been rolling around in my head for some time and it was suggested I should post it to celebrate the late Bob Crane's birthday on July 13th with the last chapter(s) posted exactly on the 13th. So, here it is. The characters of Capt. Fritz Fuchs aka Bluebird, his wife Lilly, and their son David are used with permission of their creator Jennaya. I also want to thank Jennaya for her beta work. Please R & R.***2011 PBA Winner-Gold/Best Teaser. Silver-Canon Extra/Tiger and Bronze-Best Long Comedy.***
Satin and Lace
Chapter 1-The Proposal
Hogan and Tiger were slowly strolling, hand-in-hand, back to her place after an enjoyable dinner at the Hofbrau, followed by a romantic stroll through a nearby park known as a 'lover's lane' by other couples. Hogan, smartly dressed in a Luftwaffe captain's uniform, and Tiger in her best finery. They had made a handsome couple, and Hogan was amused at the number of people who stopped to stare at Tiger. He knew she was a stunningly beautiful woman that could attract any man, and she was his and only his. Eat your heart out, he told himself whenever he noticed someone staring at her.
Having reached the front steps of her small flat, Hogan walked her up the steps and waited as she rummaged through her purse for her keys. He knew he really should be heading back to Stalag 13, but first there was something he had to do. Something he been planning for weeks; and if he didn't do it tonight he just might lose his nerve. He rubbed the back of his damp neck. He was sweating profusely like a nervous teenager about to ask mom and dad if he could borrow the keys to the family car. It can't be this difficult, can it?
Tiger, looking over her shoulder as she unlocked her door sensed his nervousness. "You wish to come inside, mon amour?" she asked in that silky voice he loved to hear. She opened her door.
"I have a few minutes before I have to leave," he said with a grin. "Besides, there's something I have to discuss with you." He followed her inside the building and inside her tiny apartment. The minute the door was closed, he took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. Pulling away from her, he took her hand and led her to the sofa and sat her down. He could feel his shirt sticking to him beneath his uniform as he sat beside her holding both her hands in his. He didn't perspire this much when he had a dangerous mission.
Puzzled, Tiger looked at Hogan, sensed something was amiss and was becoming worried. She looked into his eyes. "What is wrong, Robert? You're frightening me. Please. Whatever it is we'll handle it together. Just tell me."
Hogan, letting out a sigh, got to his feet and moved the coffee table out of the way. Then, holding onto Tiger's hands, got down on one knee and gazed into her brown eyes. "Tiger, I mean Marie, neither one of us knows what will happen in this war. We're both in a dangerous business and have no control over what the future may hold, and I don't want to chance it by waiting. Marie, will you marry me?"
For the first time since he had known her, Tiger was speechless. Pulling her hands from his she covered her mouth as her eyes glistened with tears. She suddenly launched herself into Hogan's arms smothering his face with kisses as she hugged him tightly. "Oui, Robert. Oui. I would be honored to be your wife." They kissed passionately and Hogan could feel his body responding to her closeness. More than anything at this moment, he wanted to feel her body against his, flesh on flesh; to be inside her and make mad, passionate love to her to celebrate. But sadly, he knew time was not on his side right now. They pulled apart, both breathless, excited, and smiling.
"I just wish I had a ring to give you," Hogan said sadly. "It would make it official."
Tiger's eyes suddenly sparkled. "Wait here, mon amour," she said excitedly jumping up and running into her bedroom. Waiting for her return, Hogan sat back down on the sofa. Wait until the guys back at camp hear about this. His thoughts were interrupted by Tiger's return. She held a small rectangular box in her hands. "We can use these. They belonged to my grandparents. Open it." She handed Hogan the box. Opening it, Hogan's breath caught in his throat when his eyes saw the rings inside. The man's ring was a solid gold band with a single diamond in the center. The woman's wedding ring was also a solid gold band but had four small diamonds; the engagement ring had a single diamond on the center with two small diamond baguettes one on each side.
"They're beautiful, Tiger. Just like you," Hogan exclaimed, as he removed the engagement ring from the box. Taking her hand, he slid the engagement ring onto her ring finger, then kissed her hand. He checked his watch. "I wish I could stay a bit longer and celebrate our engagement, but I'll barely make it back to camp in time for morning roll call if I don't leave now." He nodded to the box sitting on the table. "You'd best keep those here. It'd be risky keeping your grandparents' wedding rings in camp."
Tiger looked at Hogan seductively as she nuzzled his neck. "Are you sure you can't stay just a little while longer my love?" she said demurely as she continued kissing him.
"I wish I could," Hogan replied. He could feel his resolve weakening. Oh boy do I wish I could. Rob, you're gonna need a cold shower when you get back to camp. He pulled away and sighed. "Do you want to select a date now or would you want to think it over and decide later?" he asked her.
Tiger tilted her head to the side as her eyes twinkled mischievously. "Today is the last day of June. I don't want to wait too long. Why don't we tie the knot July 13th. It was the day my grandparents were wed."
"Positive. It's the perfect day." She glanced at her watch. "But you'd better leave now or you'll never get back to camp in time for roll call."
"I really hate to leave."
"And I hate for you to leave. But it wouldn't do for you to be discovered missing from the camp. Besides, you have obligations to your men to be there for them."
"I also have an obligation to you. But you're right. If I don't leave now I'll never leave." Kissing her passionately one final time, Hogan got to his feet and headed quickly to the door with Tiger following. Opening the door, Hogan paused in the doorway and gave his fiancee a quick peck on the lips. "We'll meet again as soon as I can get away," he promised, and was gone.
Closing the door quietly, Tiger leaned her back against it admiring the ring on her hand. Then, with a smile, she clutched her hand to her heart as tears of happiness rolled down her cheeks.
The barracks were dark with the sounds of men snoring except for four bunks that were empty; they belonged to Kinch, Carter, LeBeau and Newkirk. They could never sleep when Colonel Hogan was out alone, even if it was on a date with Tiger as he was tonight. They were always worried until the colonel was safely back in camp; only then could they relax.
Kinch, sitting at his radio checked his watch. "Colonel should've been back ten minutes ago," he said, worried.
Newkirk, who had been pacing nervously, rubbed the back of his neck with one hand while his other was stuffed in his pants pocket. "Let's not worry just yet, mate," he answered. "It's only ten minutes. I mean, this is Tiger we're talkin' about."
Just then they heard a sound in another part of the tunnel and a slight breeze entered the radio room. A few short minutes later Colonel Hogan appeared with a smile on his face.
"Welcome back, mon Colonel," LeBeau said. "We were beginning to get worried."
"What for?" Hogan replied unbuttoning his Luftwaffe jacket and handing it and the cap to Carter. "I said I'd be back before roll call."
"Did you have a good time on your date, Colonel?" asked Carter sheepishly.
"Carter!" Newkirk punched his friend in the arm. "You know a gentleman doesn't talk about those things." He rolled his eyes in exasperation.
"As a matter of fact, Newkirk, there is some news I need to share with you guys," Hogan said heading towards the changing room with the others trailing behind him. They waited just outside the changing room while Hogan changed back into his regular uniform.
"Something wrong, sir?" asked Newkirk, concerned. "Is Tiger all right?"
"She's fine," Hogan said.
"Did you run into trouble on the way back here, Colonel?" asked Kinch.
"Nope. Didn't run into a single Kraut patrol coming or going." Hogan suddenly reappeared holding his crush cap in his hand. He relieved Carter of the Luftwaffe jacket and cap and tossed them onto the bench in the changing room and then rejoined his men, placing his crush cap on his head, pushing it back. It was obvious from his expression, that he had news he couldn't wait to share. Hogan walked back to the radio room and sat down at the table. He looked at each of his men for a long minute.
"Well, are you gonna keep the ruddy news to yourself or what?" asked a frustrated Newkirk. "You're got us all on pins and needles here."
Hogan let out a deep breath. "I asked Tiger to marry me tonight and she said yes," he announced.
The men, as one, all hurried forward and either shook the colonel's hand or patted him on the back. They were extremely thrilled for their commander.
"Have you chosen a day yet, Colonel?" asked LeBeau, already making plans for the cake he would bake for the occasion.
"Yeah, we have. Tiger has chosen July 13th. That was the day her grandparents were married and it has sentimental meaning for her. So, that will be the date."
"But that's only two weeks, Colonel," said a frantic Frenchman. "There is so much to be done."
Hogan held up a hand. "C'mon, guys. We don't want anything fancy. A simple ceremony is all we really need with a few of our close friends in attendance. That'll be enough. This is a prisoner-of-war camp, remember."
"Nonetheless, Colonel. This is a day you and Tiger should remember all your lives and a simple ceremony will not do. The two of you should have something special despite this being a POW camp. Leave everything to us. You will have a wedding that you will remember. All you and Tiger have to do is show up." LeBeau looked around at the others and saw them all nod in agreement. He then looked back at Hogan. "Arranging everything will be our wedding gift to both of you."
Hogan's eyes misted over and he grinned, shaking his head. "If you guys want to do this for us that badly go ahead. But don't go overboard. Remember, the ceremony's taking place here in the tunnel. It's the only safe place."
"Understood, Colonel," LeBeau agreed. "Now, is there anyone in particular you want invited?"
"Tiger and I didn't discuss it. But I do have one request. Kinch, as my second-in-command, would you do me the honor of being my best man?"
Kinch's face broke out in a wide smile. "Colonel, it would be my honor."
Newkirk suddenly had a thought. "What about rings, Gov'nor. You'll need wedding rings for both of you."
"That's no problem. Tiger is now wearing her grandmother's engagement ring; and she's holding her grandparents' wedding rings for us. Thought it would be safer with her than keeping them here." Hogan suddenly stretched and failed at stifling a yawn. "I don't know about you guys but I'm beat. And we've got roll call soon. We need to get some sleep. So, I'll say goodnight."
"Goodnight?" LeBeau asked incredulously. "How can you even think of sleep after this. There are so many things to do; so many things to be done still."
"So you fellas better get cracking," Hogan said with a smirk as he got up and headed out of the radio room. "After all, LeBeau, you said you and the others wanted to make all the arrangements as a wedding gift." Hogan disappeared from the room leaving his team behind.
Newkirk suddenly punched LeBeau in the arm. "Thanks a lot mate," he said sarcastically. "And other than cooking, what the ruddy hell do you know about weddings?"
"How difficult can it be?" LeBeau responded rubbing his arm. "There's a bride, a groom, food, guests, gifts, a minister. It'll be simple and fun."
"Fun?" asked Carter wide-eyed. "Sounds like a lotta work to me. Besides, how are we gonna do all this preparation without Klink or Schultz getting suspicious?"
"You read my curious mind," Newkirk said.
"Leave everything to me," LeBeau explained. "Besides, this is for Colonel Hogan and Tiger. Everything must be perfect."
"I sure hope you know what you're doin', LeBeau," Kinch added. "Two weeks is not a lot of time."
"Don't worry," the Frenchman said calmly. "I know all about weddings. I am French. I assure you everything will be fine."
Newkirk shook his head. "Why does that statement not make me feel any comfort?"
"Because you have no faith, Pierre. But you will see. Everything will work out."
"You're right about one thing, mate. We'll see is exactly right."