A/N: Do dreams and visions come true? Sorry for the delay in updating. My muse hasn't been cooperative of late. I feel like most of this chapter is a filler and sort of "meh." But here goes…

Visions

David's Bungalow
0230 Local

She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Her olive-colored skin was without blemish, her dark hair short but cut in a style that enhanced her facial features. She wore a white peasant-style blouse, with a skirt that swirled around her shapely legs, and lots of jewelry.

She sat on the back of a wagon next to another woman also with dark features. Men flocked to them to have their fortunes told. He noted how long and slim her fingers were as she touched the men's palms. He guessed she was a gypsy.

At first, David felt like he was on the outside looking in. But then he was there with her, also dressed in Gypsy-style clothing.

What is your plan other than to take a train to Beloyka? You're being driven by emotions and those emotions are going to get us killed.

You can quit. I can't. My father is out there somewhere and I'm going to find him.

Or die trying.

Or die trying. But you shouldn't. You've come with me farther than anyone else. I'll never forget that.

They were in a train station. The people around them spoke in a foreign language. Everyone, that is, except for him, the woman, and the other couple from the Gypsy wagon. Suddenly, he and the woman were hiding near a train.

Who was after them and why were they in danger?

Commander! Sarah! I'm here to help you.

The next thing David knew he and "Sarah" were in a helicopter along with another man. There was a skirmish. Shots were fired. The man from the helicopter was hit. Others were there, including a tall older man with balding hair and Chad Wade, dressed in his usual three-piece suit.

Admiral!

You okay?

Yes, sir. Webb what are you doing here?

Getting decked.

David awoke with a start, swung his long legs out of the bed, then walked to look out the window.

Webb? Why had he called Wade by that name? Unless the man was an identical twin. But it wouldn't make sense for them to have different last names.

And who was the other person? He'd been dressed in civilian clothes, but David called him admiral. Why?

More importantly, he'd been able to put a face to Sarah. Whoever she was, they had a special connection. Of that, he was sure. But still, there was something that seemed off.

Sarah. Was that her real name?

David rubbed the bridge of his nose. Think, David, think. But as with times past, when he tried to remember, the headaches started.

Frustrated, he went back to bed. Maybe if he could go back to sleep, he could remember through his dreams. Focusing on the image of the woman, he soon drifted off…

David's Bungalow
0800 Local

David fell into a restless sleep. The dreams came in bits and pieces. Disjointed. One time, he and "Sarah" were somewhere in the mountains.

You're gonna be okay, Mac. I'm gonna get you through this. I promise.

Another time there were standing on someone's porch.

We were cruising on the Titanic that night, huh?

And you steered us away from the iceberg. Why did you back away?

He floated to the edge of wakefulness only to fall asleep again.

Do you love him?

That's not a question you get to ask.

What do you want most?

What I want most, Mac is to never lose you.

Mac? Who was Mac? A young man opened the door and interrupted their conversation.

Sir? Ma'am? The admiral's asking for you.

When he awakened, bright sunlight streamed through the window. He blinked his eyes a few times, willing himself to remember the dreams. He'd called her Mac. And the young man had referred to them as Sir and Ma'am. There was another reference to admiral.

Had he been in the navy? The man in the earlier dream had called him commander. Was Sarah or Mac also in the military? Then why were they always dressed in civilian clothes?

David went into the bathroom. He splashed cold water on his face, then hurried to dress in shorts and a tank top. Maybe a long run would help clear his mind.

Hernandez Beach House
0930 Local

Mac stretched in a lounge chair on the deck of the beach house, enjoying the morning sun. Commander Hernandez's offer of the family vacation home was a Godsend. She'd been here for two days and already she felt more relaxed than she had in months. She was still saddened over losing Harm. No matter what, he would always be a part of her life.

Determined to work on her tan while she was here, Mac untied the straps of the bikini top. She'd debated over removing it completely or even going nude. While the house was on private property, a few people still used the beach. It wasn't as if anyone would see her tan lines anyway.

She smiled as she remembered the weekend with Harm in the Bahamas. They had planned an evening swim at sunset. She'd worn another bikini that day. The top consisted of two small triangles of fabric with spaghetti straps that tied around the back and her neck. The bottom wasn't much bigger, barely covering the essentials.

When she'd stepped out of the house wearing it, Harm's approval was apparent by the sudden bulge in his swim trunks.

"Like what you see, Sailor?" She placed her hand over his hardened member before darting away toward to ocean with Harm in pursuit.

He caught her at the water's edge. "Hell, Mac. You know how to kill a man." He pulled her close and his tongue plundered her mouth, his hands caressing her body, cupping her six before moving higher to untie the strings of her top. Stepping back, he allowed it to drop to the sand.

"I always wanted to see you topless on a beach." His voice was husky.

"Only for you, Flyboy."

Harm lowered his head to take one turgid nipple in his mouth, nipping and sucking. Mac threw her head back, moaning in pleasure. Her breasts had always been sensitive and desire pooled through her. He continued caressing her body, cupping her other breast before moving lower.

Her hands weren't idle either as she slipped one beneath his waistband to take his shaft into her hands. Before long, they dropped to their knees in the sand. Harm loosened the strings of her bikini bottoms baring her to his gaze.

Mac gripped the elastic band of his trunks. "I think one of us is overdressed."

They made love on the private beach before going for a swim in the ocean—their clothing still lying in the sand.

Tears formed in Mac's eyes as she remembered their plans to return there for a longer visit. But Harm went on the mission for the CIA and then…

"Damn Clayton Webb. It's his fault Harm is dead."

Mac sat up in the chair to look toward the beach below. A few people milled about. In the distance, a man was running along the shoreline. The thought crossed her mind that she should probably get some exercise, even get back into running. But since Harm's death, it had been difficult.

As the man grew closer, she was able to see that he was tall with dark hair. Reminded her of…

"Harm!"