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are a lot of references to a few movies, like the song from
Armageddon, (You should know that I changed a few lines
around.) and you may see some things in there from the movie
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On to the story.
(HARM'S POV)
I glance once more at my watch again, but it doesn't make a difference, Webb is still late, and I'm still mad as hell for even thinking about going along with another one of his crazy missions.
"Relax flyboy he is only ten minutes and thirty five seconds late."
"You know Mac, one day you are going to tell me how you do that," I say with a slightly teasing note in my voice to ease the tension I am feeling.
"Oh yeah, say who?" she says stealing a kiss.
"Your husband, that's who," I said wrapping my arms around her.
I sigh, and rest my forehead against hers.
"Something you want to share with the class Harm?"
"Mac, we've only been married two days-"
"Seven hours four minutes and eighteen seconds, but who is counting?" Mac teases, but when she sees the look on my face, she falls silent, wrapping her hand around mine.
"I just have this bad feeling that something is going to happen. I don't know how to explain it, but something tells me that we should still be on that beach in Maui instead of going through with this mission."
She sighs and strokes my face, "you know we have to do this Harm. Even though Webb didn't give us the specifics, you know that this is important, and it very well could help us in this war we are fighting with Iraq."
I nod, and hold her close, as I see Webb and two other agents walking through the crowd over to us. Even though I'm trying, I still can't shake this feeling that something bad is going to happen.
Before he even exchanges pleasantries, he escorts us to a lounge area, and tells us to sit.
"Okay Webb what is going on," Mac says taking the folder from him.
"The war is, but that's old news. What is new is the American POW they are holding in one of their prisons."
Mac and I both look at him shocked. "So you want us to go in there and get him out," Mac says skimming over the contents of the folder.
"Not both of you, just you Mac." I think my heart stopped, before I could even question Webb why I wasn't going with her.
"Now before you even say anything Rabb hear me out. There is a group of recon marines ready to extract our guy from the prison, but the problem is, we don't know which prison it is. We need Mac to go undercover and mingle with the terrorist sympathizer that we think may be involved with his kidnapping and try and get him to talk. We picked you Mac, not just because of you knowledge of the language, but because you'll know how to handle yourself if something goes wrong."
"Who is missing?" Mac asks before I can retort. I knew that she would do this no matter how much I try and talk her out of it. So I knew it better just to keep my mouth shut for now.
"His name is Frank Simms, one of the CIA's top agents, a former marine himself. He was undercover trying to get some new information about a shipment of weapons, when his cover was blown and he was kidnapped. We found the shipment, but couldn't find Frank."
"So where do I fit into all of this Webb?" I ask finally losing my patience. There was no way in hell that Mac was going undercover without someone to cover her six, preferably me.
"You Rabb, have a whole different can of worms on your plate. Agents Grear and Holmes here," he said pointing two the two agents beside him, "are going to escort you to the United States Liberty base, where you will be undertaking a special mission."
"What kind of mission?" I ask, leaning forward in my chair.
"A special group of aviators and radio intercept officers have been put together for a special mission. The president only wanted the best of the best, and some how your name came up. I don't have any more information to give you, because anything else that you will learn the minute you step on that base will be top secret. You are going after the big guys Harm, don't screw this up."
"And what about the Admiral, He is going to expect us back in a week."
"I'll take care of telling the Admiral," Webb stated.
"Well I hope you come up with something good, you know he isn't going to take too kindly to both of his senior officers missing."
"I said I'll take care of it," he said with a hint of exasperation in his voice.
He turns around and speaks quietly to the two agents, and I let out a frustrated sigh. I don't know how the hell he does it, but somehow, as much as I keep telling myself to say no, Webb always finds a way to rope me into his missions.
"What are we going to do Harm?" Mac asks me quietly.
"I guess what we have to do. I hate this as much as you do Mac, and I still have this bad feeling that something is going to happen, but you know just as much as I do, that we have to do this."
"I know," she sighs, and then laughs, "Webb owes us big time for this."
"Oh yeah," I said and laugh.
"Webb owes you what?" He says turning around to face us.
"A honeymoon, that's what," I say taking her hand.
"A what?" he asks in disbelief.
"Incase you forgot Webb, we were on our honeymoon when you called us. So you owe us a honeymoon when we get back from this. For all of the sites that we didn't get to see, all of the places we didn't get to go, and most importantly, all of the time that Harm and I didn't get to spend together," Mac said.
"Unbelievable! How in the hell do you expect me to do that?"
"Oh come on Webb, I know there has got to be some deserted beach somewhere that CIA agents' go to relax," I say teasing him.
He looked back and forth from Mac to me before finally sighing. "We have to leave now if we're going to catch our planes." Webb said leading us to the terminals. Mac and I shared a smile knowing we won.
He pointed to the terminal where I was going, I could see passengers already starting to board, but made no move to get on. Webb handed us two plastic zip lock bags, and told us to put our things in them.
"Put what in them?" Mac asked.
"Your wedding rings, academy rings, wallets, jewelry, anything that can identify you. And hurry up, we have to go."
I watch as Mac takes off her earrings, and necklace, but hesitates with her wedding rings. An idea struck me, as I gathered Mac into my arms, our forehead touching. In a low quiet voice, I sing to her.
"I hate to leave you and say good-bye
But Webb is telling me it's time to go
He's been waiting a really long time
Already I'm so lonesome I could cry
So kiss me
(I kissed her briefly, and she starts to laugh. Webb shakes his head.)
And smile for me
Tell me that you'll think of me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I leaving on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
There's so many time's I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I tell you now, they don't mean a thing
Every place I go, I'll think of you
Every song I'll sing, I'll sing for you
When I come back, I'll wear your wedding ring
(Very slowly I remove her wedding and engagement ring, kissing her fingers.)
So kiss me
(I kiss her again, this time moving my hips with hers)
And smile for me
Tell me that you'll think of me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I leaving on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
Now the time has come to leave you
One more time let me kiss you
(I kiss her again, and wrap my arms around her)
Then we'll say good-bye and be on our way
Dream about the days to come
When I won't have to leave you alone
About the times I won't have to say.
So kiss me
(I kiss her again)
And smile for me
Tell me that you'll think of me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I leaving on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
(Mac laughs, and kisses me long and hard, just as we deepen the kiss, Webb clears his throat.)
"I hate to break up this love fest, but we really have to go."
I cup her cheek in my hand, and look deeply into those brown eyes that I fell in love with.
"I love you," I state firmly. "You take care of yourself Sundance, you hear me?"
"I love you too," she says and kisses me again. "And you take care of yourself too Butch. We still have a honeymoon to get to."
Webb snatches the bags from my hand and heads for the terminal, Mac walking ahead of him, when I pull him back by the collar.
"Listen to me Webb, take care of her. You have no idea how much she means to me."
Webb straightens his collar, and gives me a long look before replying.
"I know Harm, and I will. You just make sure you come back too. I don't want to be the one to tell her otherwise."
He turns back towards the gate, but I called him back again. "Hey Webb," I wait until he turns around to look at me, "you take care of yourself too."
"I will," he says and steps through the gate.
The other agents and I finally head towards our own gate and take our seats. I gave a frustrated sight still not knowing how Webb roped me into another one of his missions.
TBC
On to the story.
(HARM'S POV)
I glance once more at my watch again, but it doesn't make a difference, Webb is still late, and I'm still mad as hell for even thinking about going along with another one of his crazy missions.
"Relax flyboy he is only ten minutes and thirty five seconds late."
"You know Mac, one day you are going to tell me how you do that," I say with a slightly teasing note in my voice to ease the tension I am feeling.
"Oh yeah, say who?" she says stealing a kiss.
"Your husband, that's who," I said wrapping my arms around her.
I sigh, and rest my forehead against hers.
"Something you want to share with the class Harm?"
"Mac, we've only been married two days-"
"Seven hours four minutes and eighteen seconds, but who is counting?" Mac teases, but when she sees the look on my face, she falls silent, wrapping her hand around mine.
"I just have this bad feeling that something is going to happen. I don't know how to explain it, but something tells me that we should still be on that beach in Maui instead of going through with this mission."
She sighs and strokes my face, "you know we have to do this Harm. Even though Webb didn't give us the specifics, you know that this is important, and it very well could help us in this war we are fighting with Iraq."
I nod, and hold her close, as I see Webb and two other agents walking through the crowd over to us. Even though I'm trying, I still can't shake this feeling that something bad is going to happen.
Before he even exchanges pleasantries, he escorts us to a lounge area, and tells us to sit.
"Okay Webb what is going on," Mac says taking the folder from him.
"The war is, but that's old news. What is new is the American POW they are holding in one of their prisons."
Mac and I both look at him shocked. "So you want us to go in there and get him out," Mac says skimming over the contents of the folder.
"Not both of you, just you Mac." I think my heart stopped, before I could even question Webb why I wasn't going with her.
"Now before you even say anything Rabb hear me out. There is a group of recon marines ready to extract our guy from the prison, but the problem is, we don't know which prison it is. We need Mac to go undercover and mingle with the terrorist sympathizer that we think may be involved with his kidnapping and try and get him to talk. We picked you Mac, not just because of you knowledge of the language, but because you'll know how to handle yourself if something goes wrong."
"Who is missing?" Mac asks before I can retort. I knew that she would do this no matter how much I try and talk her out of it. So I knew it better just to keep my mouth shut for now.
"His name is Frank Simms, one of the CIA's top agents, a former marine himself. He was undercover trying to get some new information about a shipment of weapons, when his cover was blown and he was kidnapped. We found the shipment, but couldn't find Frank."
"So where do I fit into all of this Webb?" I ask finally losing my patience. There was no way in hell that Mac was going undercover without someone to cover her six, preferably me.
"You Rabb, have a whole different can of worms on your plate. Agents Grear and Holmes here," he said pointing two the two agents beside him, "are going to escort you to the United States Liberty base, where you will be undertaking a special mission."
"What kind of mission?" I ask, leaning forward in my chair.
"A special group of aviators and radio intercept officers have been put together for a special mission. The president only wanted the best of the best, and some how your name came up. I don't have any more information to give you, because anything else that you will learn the minute you step on that base will be top secret. You are going after the big guys Harm, don't screw this up."
"And what about the Admiral, He is going to expect us back in a week."
"I'll take care of telling the Admiral," Webb stated.
"Well I hope you come up with something good, you know he isn't going to take too kindly to both of his senior officers missing."
"I said I'll take care of it," he said with a hint of exasperation in his voice.
He turns around and speaks quietly to the two agents, and I let out a frustrated sigh. I don't know how the hell he does it, but somehow, as much as I keep telling myself to say no, Webb always finds a way to rope me into his missions.
"What are we going to do Harm?" Mac asks me quietly.
"I guess what we have to do. I hate this as much as you do Mac, and I still have this bad feeling that something is going to happen, but you know just as much as I do, that we have to do this."
"I know," she sighs, and then laughs, "Webb owes us big time for this."
"Oh yeah," I said and laugh.
"Webb owes you what?" He says turning around to face us.
"A honeymoon, that's what," I say taking her hand.
"A what?" he asks in disbelief.
"Incase you forgot Webb, we were on our honeymoon when you called us. So you owe us a honeymoon when we get back from this. For all of the sites that we didn't get to see, all of the places we didn't get to go, and most importantly, all of the time that Harm and I didn't get to spend together," Mac said.
"Unbelievable! How in the hell do you expect me to do that?"
"Oh come on Webb, I know there has got to be some deserted beach somewhere that CIA agents' go to relax," I say teasing him.
He looked back and forth from Mac to me before finally sighing. "We have to leave now if we're going to catch our planes." Webb said leading us to the terminals. Mac and I shared a smile knowing we won.
He pointed to the terminal where I was going, I could see passengers already starting to board, but made no move to get on. Webb handed us two plastic zip lock bags, and told us to put our things in them.
"Put what in them?" Mac asked.
"Your wedding rings, academy rings, wallets, jewelry, anything that can identify you. And hurry up, we have to go."
I watch as Mac takes off her earrings, and necklace, but hesitates with her wedding rings. An idea struck me, as I gathered Mac into my arms, our forehead touching. In a low quiet voice, I sing to her.
"I hate to leave you and say good-bye
But Webb is telling me it's time to go
He's been waiting a really long time
Already I'm so lonesome I could cry
So kiss me
(I kissed her briefly, and she starts to laugh. Webb shakes his head.)
And smile for me
Tell me that you'll think of me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I leaving on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
There's so many time's I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I tell you now, they don't mean a thing
Every place I go, I'll think of you
Every song I'll sing, I'll sing for you
When I come back, I'll wear your wedding ring
(Very slowly I remove her wedding and engagement ring, kissing her fingers.)
So kiss me
(I kiss her again, this time moving my hips with hers)
And smile for me
Tell me that you'll think of me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I leaving on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
Now the time has come to leave you
One more time let me kiss you
(I kiss her again, and wrap my arms around her)
Then we'll say good-bye and be on our way
Dream about the days to come
When I won't have to leave you alone
About the times I won't have to say.
So kiss me
(I kiss her again)
And smile for me
Tell me that you'll think of me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I leaving on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
(Mac laughs, and kisses me long and hard, just as we deepen the kiss, Webb clears his throat.)
"I hate to break up this love fest, but we really have to go."
I cup her cheek in my hand, and look deeply into those brown eyes that I fell in love with.
"I love you," I state firmly. "You take care of yourself Sundance, you hear me?"
"I love you too," she says and kisses me again. "And you take care of yourself too Butch. We still have a honeymoon to get to."
Webb snatches the bags from my hand and heads for the terminal, Mac walking ahead of him, when I pull him back by the collar.
"Listen to me Webb, take care of her. You have no idea how much she means to me."
Webb straightens his collar, and gives me a long look before replying.
"I know Harm, and I will. You just make sure you come back too. I don't want to be the one to tell her otherwise."
He turns back towards the gate, but I called him back again. "Hey Webb," I wait until he turns around to look at me, "you take care of yourself too."
"I will," he says and steps through the gate.
The other agents and I finally head towards our own gate and take our seats. I gave a frustrated sight still not knowing how Webb roped me into another one of his missions.
TBC