Unexpected

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Summary: A tag scene after the end of "Webb of Lies."

A/N: Oh, yeah…none of the characters are mine and this is a K rating.

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"Damn!" muttered Major Sarah MacKenzie as she struggled to put on her raincoat in her Corvette. It was a great driving machine but not exactly built for such mundane matters. "There," she said finally. "Now where's that umbrella?"

A few minutes of searching proved fruitless. She stared outside intently willing the pouring rain to stop---it didn't. Sighing at the inevitable, she flipped up the collar of her coat, jammed on her cap and grabbed her briefcase.

She jerked open the door, hurriedly slid out and slammed the door shut. Abruptly, the raindrops stopped falling on her head.

"Wha…?"

"About time you got outta there."

She spun around and peered at the figure holding a large black umbrella. "Webb?"

Eyebrows raised in acknowledgment. "I'm the fella with the umbrella."

"Huh?"

She stared at him for a moment wondering where she'd heard those very same words before.

"Easter Parade? Peter Lawford? Judy Garland?" At her blank look he tried once more. "Fred Astaire?"

"Oh! That movie!" she lied. It had to be a musical with Fred Astaire in it, she reasoned, but musicals had never been on her preferred list of movies. She noticed the suspicious look on Webb's face and hurriedly changed the subject. "When did you get here?"

"Right after you," he shrugged. "When you didn't get out of your car after a few minutes, I thought maybe you forgot how to open the car door."

"Very funny," she said dryly. "Ever try putting on a coat in a car?"

"A spook learns to do many things in confined spaces," he remarked as he waggled his eyebrows.

It was her turn to raise an eyebrow. "Red light, Webb."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Major," he said blandly as they headed towards the building entrance.

"Naturally," she smirked. She glanced at him. "How's the leg?"

"Fine. I tossed the cane yesterday."

"That's good news."

"I thought so. How's Harm? Still looking over his shoulder?"

"Wouldn't you if you thought Palmer was still alive?"

"He's dead."

"Try telling Harm that."

"I did."

"He doesn't believe you."

"He saw Palmer shot."

"He hasn't seen the body."

"The current probably took it away."

"The word 'probably' leaves room for doubt."

"Then junk the probably."

"Ah," she teased, "but you don't say it with conviction."

"Sure I did."

"No, you didn't."

He mockingly glared at her as they went through security.

"Has anyone told you you sound just like a lawyer?"

"That's because I am a lawyer…and a damned good one!"

"No argument there."

She stood for a moment as the elevator doors opened taken aback at the oblique compliment.

"Coming?" asked Webb as he held open the door.

"Uh…yeah."

She glanced at the CIA agent with a puzzled expression as they rode in crowded elevator. Sometimes, he said the most unexpected things!

The doors parted and Webb exited with her.

"Going to see the Admiral?" she asked.

He nodded.

"Another mission?"

"Classified," he smirked. "Have a good day."

He'd taken a few steps when Mac called out, "Clay!"

He stopped and turned towards her with a quizzical look.

"Thanks for sharing your umbrella."

A dimpled smile appeared. "My pleasure…Sarah." With a nod, he resumed his trek to Chegwidden's office.

Yup, sometimes he said the most unexpected things, she thought as she headed to her office.

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