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Spoilers: H/M..maybe..

Summary: Harm and Mac are sent on a trip to Florida, where they run into more than a few problems. The Admiral and Webb, who helped to dig the whole they're in, can now only sit back and watch as all hell breaks loose..

Chapter One

JAG Headquarters Falls Church, VA 1232 ZULU

Mac tapped gently three times on Harm's office door before inviting herself to come in. She stood in his doorway, a glaring look of disapproval painted on her face.
"Excuse you," she smirked, "but did you notice what time it is? We were supposed to be in our meeting with the Admiral two minutes ago!" she whined.
"How do you do that?!" he mused. "Besides, I doubt he'll blow his top if we're a few minutes late." he said as if he were trying to convince himself. He shuffled a small stack of papers under a file folder, cleared his throat, and headed towards his door.
"What was that you just hid under there?" she asked, raising an eyebrow toward the stack of papers.
"Nothing." He shrugged. "Come on, or we'll be late."
Mac groaned. "I told you, we're already late!"

The Admiral held them at attention for an unnecessarily long amount of time. He paced his office, grunting to himself, and rubbing his chin nervously. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he relieved them, and took his own seat.
"I suppose you know what you're both here for?" he asked, looking at each of them in turn.
"No, sir." Mac shook her head.
"Yes, sir." Harm nodded.
"What?!" Mac demanded. "You lied to me? You do know what this is about, huh? Sneaky.."
"You aren't going to like it." Harm assured her. "And frankly, I'd rather it be Webb than me, if you know what I mean."
"Webb's in on this? Oh, no.." the color drained from Mac's face.
"I'm not that bad, am I?" Webb's familiar voice seemed to be coming from another room. Seconds later, he entered the Admiral's office through an adjoining door.
"What did you do?" Mac demanded. "Or, never mind.. What do you want us to do?" she asked in a mocking tone. "Isn't that why we're here?"

Webb made several circles around their chairs before he stopped in front of the Admiral. He took a deep breath, leaned on the Admiral's desk, and began. "You already know the problem, Commander?" he asked.
"How come I don't know the problem, sir?" demanded Mac.
"Yes." Harm nodded, temporarily ignoring her. "I've read about it. The Admiral gave me the file yesterday afternoon. I just finished going over it a few minutes ago, actually." he paused. "Are you so sure about this? It seems, well, dangerous." he added thoughtfully.
"It is disturbing, I know." Webb nodded. "But that's why I've called the two of you for the job. Sending my own people in would be too obvious. They know who I am."
"What's disturbing? Who knows who you are?!" Mac yelled, now beginning to turn slightly red. "If someone doesn't give me some answers soon, I'll..." she made a gesture with her hand, and all three men quivered.
"If you don't tell her soon, I will." Harm threatened, and grabbed hold of Mac's hand.
She blushed slightly, but quickly regained her composure. "Somebody spill." She whispered calmly.
"Mac.Sarah.there have been several reports of..attacks on several women who have been working down at a small bar near Pensacola. There are no suspects yet. We can't even tell right now whether this will be a military or public court situation." he stopped.
"And?" asked Mac impatiently.
"We want to send you in undercover to find out for us. Harm will be there with you of course, and we've paid for a six month lease on a small place just thirty miles from the bar and twenty five from the base."
Mac's eyes had grown large. "You want me to go to Florida with him, and go undercover to catch some idiot for you?" she yelped. "Why don't you put on a dress and do it yourself?" she demanded. "I mean, no offense, but how many times have you sent someone in there? How is it possible that they know who all your people are?"
"None of my girls will do it. I've had three agents injured on this case in the past year. Everyone's got cold feet."
"Injured?" Mac said the word as if it were alien.
"Webb, I read the file. Don't lie to her. Injury is putting it rather lightly, don't you think? What was your count? Two dead, one critical.still at Bethesda, right? Lying to her could make me very mad, Mr. Webb." Frowned Harm.
"Exactly what are we talking about here, Webb?" asked Mac.

A/N: Sorry to leave you guys hanging. Read and review plz! Oh, and if you were expecting me to follow the JAG storyline.can't. Live in Japan, and we're about.three seasons behind. I'm making this up as I go! Hope you enjoy!