Author's Note: Thank you so very much to all the people who reviewed. They have been very helpful and wonderful! This chapter is slower then the last but needed to be so that things can be explained. Also I have done a bit of research for this and please correct me if I am wrong in anything. I am also Canadian so there are a few nods to my country in here! Thanks again for reviewing please continue to do so!

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September 10 1999

1200 Zulu

JAG Headquarters

I knew that the Admiral would only call me in at 0700 on a Saturday if it were something important. I just didn't know how important till I walked into the Admiral's office and saw that Webb was already sitting in a chair in front of the desk.

"Reporting as ordered, sir." I said snapping to attention. I could tell that the Admiral was ticked at Webb's presence by the way he ground out his "At ease, have a seat," before sitting in his own chair. When neither man spoke, I looked to each in turn, silently asking why I was brought in if no one was going to say anything.

"We are just waiting for another guest, who is late as usual." The Admiral replied out loud to my query.

I had exactly 47 seconds to ponder this statement before Harm walked into the office dressed in a flight suit and snapped to attention, exactly as I had earlier. I schooled my face to stillness not wanting to acknowledge that his presence was brightening my day. I had to admit that JAG had not been the same since he had left to return to flying. Even if I still couldn't see his reasons for leaving.

"Reporting as ordered, sir." His face also betrayed none of his emotions, nor did his voice.

"Have a seat Commander." The Admiral spoke up from his still seated position. Harm seemed determined not to look in my direction as he sat down. "Well Mr. Webb let's get this show on the road."

"We have received reports that there is a terrorist cell in Iran that is planning on launching an attack on US Navy interests operating in either the Eastern Mediterranean or the Arabian Sea. There is an operation in planning to eliminate the threat but we ran into some problems."

"What are these problems, Webb?" The Admiral spoke up when the CIA agent paused in his explanation, seeming even less pleased then before. "Are they the reason why you and the SECNAV seem to think that you can just come in and borrow my chief of staff, and pull Commander Rabb off of a carrier?"

"Well yes. I received a report from one of our agents in Iran, who has recently disappeared I might add, that the station chief is corrupt and working with the terrorists. There is no way for us to find out if the chief is working for us, or them, or both without alerting him to our suspicions."

"Is that were we come in?" I asked.

"Yes that is where the two of you come in. You are an outside team that would report directly to me." Clay took his seat and turned to look poignantly at the Admiral, who had put on his reading glasses, studied a file and let out a long sigh before speaking.

"This operation has the SECNAV's approval but I want the pair of you to understand that it is strictly voluntary. I will not order you to do this. Commander you haven't said anything yet."

"I believe that it would be in the best interests of the Navy to go through with this, sir." At this the Admiral nodded, before turning to me.

"Colonel your views?"

For the first time Harm turned and looked at me his eyes widening as he took in the change in my insignia. Before his mouth could open the Admiral cut him off. "Not now, Commander. Colonel your views?"

"I agree with the Commander, sir. It is in the best interests of the Navy to stop this, and we do seem to be the perfect people to do this."

"Regretfully so do I, which is why effective immediately you are both TAD to Ottawa."

"Ottawa, sir?" Harm asked wondering as I was about why we were being sent to Canada.

"Yes, Ottawa, you know the capital of Canada our big neighbour to the north? They seem to be quite good at getting Americans out of Iran they might as well get them in as well."

"Yes, sir."

"Good, then I suggest that you get a move on your flight departs from Dulles at 1000. Mr. Webb here has your bags already packed, as well as attire prepared for you to change into."

"You knew that we would take the mission, sir." I asked slightly surprised at the fact that bags, and attire had been provided before we had even agreed to take the mission.

"Of course I did, you two wouldn't be the officers you are if you turned down a dangerous mission. Webb will brief you on your covers on the way to the airport. Dismissed."

We again came to attention responding "Aye, sir." in unison before following Webb out of the office.

As we walked through the empty bullpen I couldn't help but let out a small smile, I was going to be working with Harm again. He seemed to have noticed my smile, and offered me one of his own. "Congratulations on your promotion Mac."

"Thanks." I replied while moving to my office to collect my cover and briefcase. I had only taken three steps in when Clay stopped me and tossed me a bag.

"You had better change and take off your makeup Colonel." He then turned to Harm and presented him with a similar bag.

Wondering about the makeup comment I shut and locked my door and closed my blinds before opening up the bag and pulling out and putting on what seemed to be ordinary civvies, plain underwear, jeans, a black t-shirt. I used the small bottle of makeup remover to clean away my mascara and eye shadow, before neatly folding my uniform and tossing the bag over my shoulder and heading out of my office. Harm also wearing civvies, was talking softly to Webb, when I walked over to them.

"None, of the clothing in the bag is optional, Colonel."

I reopened the bag and looked once more at the contents, what I had thought was just black lining actually turned out to be a maghnaeh a hood like head covering which would also cover my shoulders. Underneath the maghnaeh was a long, jacket like garment that would complete hejab or proper Islamic dress. Iran. How could I forget their rules? I wasn't going to allow Webb to think that such a thing had slipped my mind.

"I know that Webb, but don't you think that it might draw some attention if I walk out of JAG Headquarters dressed in hejab?" Even if it was Saturday I added to myself. I closed the bag again, and began to head to the elevators noticing with some satisfaction that Clay was now glaring at me while Harm was grinning.

Not another word was spoken until we were safely enclosed in a government sedan with Harm and I sitting in the back seat, and Webb driving. "This is the information that you will need to know about your covers." He said handing two folders back at us. "For the time being they are pretty vague, my counterparts with CSIS will fill you in more once you get to Ottawa."

"CSIS?" I asked having never heard of such an organization. Surprisingly it was Harm who answered my question and not Webb.

"Canadian Security Intelligence Service." I raised my eyebrows at Harm who smiled his flyboy smile, before we both opened our files and studied our new identities.

"As you can see you are married. Colonel you will be Aliyah Zand and Commander Hakim Zand." I was about to mention that Harm definitely didn't look like a Hakim, when he beat me to it.

"Clay, I don't know who you are trying to fool by making me into someone of Iranian decent, I definitely don't look the part."

"Yes we know that but with a little careful planning and some tanner you will be. If you read further into that file you will find that your grandfather was Iranian and took a Canadian bride, your father did the same. You have kept your Islamic faith and embraced it when you took Aliyah to be your wife."

To me it sounded a little far-fetched but not overly so. It was something that could really happen, it just meant that we were going to have to act even more traditional so not to arouse suspicion while undercover. I noticed that we were nearing the airport and removed my seat belt so that I could put on my hejab. It felt strange to be wearing it, but not uncomfortable, it was almost as if my new clothing enhanced my idea of being undercover. I replaced my seat belt noticing that both Harm and Clay were now looking startled at my transformation.

"What?" I asked, while Harm still looked on in wonderment.

"It suits you." Was all Webb said looking at me through the rear view mirror, before tossing a brown bag in my direction.

Inside I found Canadian passports for a Hakim and Aliyah Zand, as well as, two simple gold wedding bands. Then it hit me, I was to be married to Harm. Me. I looked at the bands sitting on in the palm of my hand and then looked up at the man who was at least for now going to be my husband. His eyes met mine and at that moment I would have killed to know what he was thinking.

Slowly, almost reverently he took the smaller of the two rings from my hand, turning it over in his fingers before sliding it on to the ring finger of my left hand. A small shiver ran down my spine, whether it was from the way his thumb rubbed over my knuckle, or the way his fingers tickled my palm before retreating, I have no way of knowing. I ducked my head so that he would not see the effect such a simple action was having on me. He had taken his own ring before I had a chance to look up, and whatever had transpired between us was over.

I took a few deep breaths that I hoped were silent, while I got my emotions under control. I could not allow them to interfere with this mission it was too important. I did not take my eyes off of the folder still open on my lap until the car came to a stop. At which I placed the folder in my now empty bag, noticing harm out of the corner of my eye doing the same. Webb handed him the tickets and together we walked into the airport. I couldn't help the nagging feeling that this mission was going to be interesting.