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Author: J Bear

A/N: I'm trying to get this as accurate as I can. Any discrepancies and be expressed in your review *hint hint*. Hopefully, unlike my other piece, this can be continued and finished before I run out of ideas. I also don't mean to offend anyone but this was kinda stuck in my head. Happy reading.

Mac's Apartment
1910

Soft strains of jazz could be heard through out the apartment and the candlelight flickers in the air, reflecting it off the wall. Sarah Mackenzie was running late. She had forgot to turn on the oven for the roast to cook and well… he was almost here. Ha. I bet I can add another half an hour to meeting time since it's him. She thought. The colonel applied the final touches of honey to the roast and ran to her bedroom. What the hell is wrong with you? It's just dinner. With HARM! She scolded herself. Yes, it was a dinner with Harmon Rabb Jr., her partner and her best friend. And she was secretly in love with him.

Sure enough, half an hour later, the doorbell rings and the door opens to reveal a Harmon Rabb Jr. in a baby blue shirt and pair of khakis. He gave Mac a 'flyboy' grin and an apology then proceeded into the living room where he hands her the bottle of non-alcoholic wine. Her favourite.

"Well something smells good." He says glancing at her.

"Gee thanks." She smirked. "It's roast with side salad and mushroom soup."

"Well… at least you got the side salad."

"Hey, at least it's not Harm's meatless meatloaf."

A couple of helping of roast and salads later, the two friends were well into a conversation when a phone call interrupted them.

"Mackenzie."

"Colonel, I need you at the office ASAP. We have a situation. I've been trying to get a hold of Rabb but I can find him." The voice of the admiral rang in her ear with a hint of anxiety.

"He's with me sir."

"Bring him a long then. I'll see you in half an hour."

The phone clicked and the two disconnected.

"What's up?" Harm asked

"That was Chegwidden. We're needed at the bullpen. He wants us there in half an hour."

"Well what are we waiting for?"

JAG Headquarters
2144

The pair rushed into the admiral's office only to find CIA Agent Clayton Webb in a tux and the Admiral in his chair, both fixated on the television screen.

"---this will mark the third ambassador that is kidnapped in the united states in less than two weeks. Neither the military nor the government has issued a statement at this time." The reporter said. "Back to you Marie."

"Stuart, do we know if there's a connection between the ambassadors?"

"All we know is that the ambassadors are of the former communist states. So far, Russain Ambassador, Iliya Ruskovsky, Chinese Ambassador, Ho Chang and today, the North Korean Ambassador Ho Gil Sung. The kidnappers have not left a ransom note or a calling card."

"Thank you Stuart, and we'll keep you updated on this subject when we receive news. This is Marie Johnson and you're watching ZNN."

With that, the TV flickered off, Webb sighed and looked at the floor. The admiral looked at the two senior officers under his command. He hated doing it to them but it had to be done. This was a serious matter and it cannot be over looked.

"As you can see, the situation has gotten a lot worse. The president had been on the phone with Russian president Vladimir Putin, explaining what had happened. Of course, there's not much to go on currently and there's where you two come in."

Harm and Mac looked at each other, they knew what was coming to them. And what had to be done.

"There is evidence to suggest that the kidnapper is in the American Navy." Webb spoke, glancing at both the Commander and the Colonel. The two were probably the closest thing he had to friends. And he wanted them back alive. "There is also evidence to suggest that a new Soviet government is forming. We, the CIA and the military, need you to head up the investigation." He took another breath. "We also believe that the Chechens also have something to do with this."

"Where do we start?"

"We've contacted a few sources and you are to meet a man named Petyr Milovic at Moscow International Airport." He then handed them an envelope containing their tickets. "You leave in an hour. Good luck you two. Be careful."

TBC – How was it? Plz review. J