Author's Note: Hello! Like I said in the summary thing this is my first JAG fanfiction, so please be gentle on me. Also I am going to set this during season five. The first chapter takes place near the end of the story, I wanted to show where they were going to end up and then go back and tell how they got there. Hope it isn't too confusing.

Disclaimer: I don't own much of anything especially not JAG so please don't sue me, thanks!

October 15, 1999

2100 Zulu

Undisclosed location

Turkey

If anyone had told me that drowning was how I was going to die. I would have called them foolish, after all I was a Marine and if I was going to go out it was going to be in a blaze of glory, shooting for all I was worth. My recent predicament was just another thing to blame on the damn CIA. As the water level raised another notch now reaching just over my chin, the sinister scratching voice of my captor echoed through the stone chamber.

"Miss Mackenzie, my dear. It is not too late to save yourself. You don't want to die do you?"

I refused to answer, I didn't even acknowledge the question, and I would not give him the satisfaction. I stood straight and tall the weights tied to my feet preventing me from moving my legs, my hands shackled painfully behind my back. Again the water level rose this time so that gentle waves were pushing themselves against my bottom lip. Again the voice rang out, though he must have known I would not have been able to answer his questions without swallowing water.

"Miss Mackenzie, do you not want to save Mr. Rabb? Tell me what I need to know and he goes free. Tell me and you will be returned to your cell."

I would not give in, I couldn't. There was too much riding on this. I would not allow this man to use love, my biggest weakness against me. Harm was strong, he would get out of this, and he would get out of here and warn the Patrick Henry. Once more the water rose, totally covering my mouth, I slowed my breathing and tried to calm myself down. Even though part of me knew that the effort was futile. This time there was no echoic voice, only softly spoken mumbles that I could not make out.

Then there was a scream so loud, so full of agony that I will never be able to forget it. Even if I somehow manage to get out of this and live to be a hundred.

"My dear, Miss Mackenzie, do you want to know who that was?"

I didn't need this man to tell me what I already knew, the scream was Harm's, and that just made everything worse. A solitary tear escaped from my eyes sliding a short distance down my cheek before it mixed with the water.

"Aha, I see you already know." A sinister laugh, the laugh of a madman bounced off the walls, so that I was forced to endure it tenfold. "But surly you don't know what we did to him, which is why I must tell you. Your friend Mr. Rabb is now the not so happy wearer of a 16 inch vertical scar on his chest, made with the very best of stainless steal medical instruments." The voice was almost gloating, it was almost more then I could bear. Almost. Still I held out.

"Do you want the guilt of his painful death on your hands Miss Mackenzie? Or will you tell me what I want to know?"

I closed my eyes then, determined that he would not see the pain in them. Determined not to show any more weakness, for that would be my undoing. Again Harm's screams came and I was hard pressed not to flinch. My captor sighed. The water level started to rise again and I forced myself to take in as much air as possible, before my nose was covered. Covered just enough that no air would ever make it into my lungs but not much farther. It was almost ironic if I was just an inch taller I would have been able to breathe.

"It is almost a pity to kill one as beautiful as you. But at least I will have the satisfaction that your death will be almost more painful then your friend's. You will know what it feels like to be completely helpless. You will know with complete certainly that you are going to die. A small comfort as you die with the screams of Mr. Rabb in your ears, and the guilt of knowing that you could have prevented his awful pain. Such is the art of death"

With that he was gone the heavy metal door to this underground hell slammed shut. I could barely hear the sound of the key turning in the lock before another scream tore through the air.