Title:  TV Style pt 6 (conclusion)

Author: Navygirl

Rating:  PG-13

Classification: Harm/Mac

Summary:   Includes my speculation on upcoming episodes.

Disclaimers: All characters of JAG belong to Donald Bellasarius and Bellasarius Productions; no copyright infringement intended.

1902 ET

Friday

Gitmo

"Mac," she heard the voice in the darkness, as she sat waiting on the wooden plank, and saw the pen-light flashlight moving in her direction.  Webb walked up beside her and, after glancing around in the darkness, sat down on the edge of the plank. 

"We've got to stop meeting like this, Clay," she said, trying to inject some small amount of humor into the serious situation.

"Yeah, or Rabb might get suspicious."

She slugged him on the shoulder and he grimaced. "Ouch, hey, I'm not one of your Navy or Marine buddies you can use as a punching bag."

"Oh that's right, you're just a sissy from the State Department."

"Yeah, a sissy who has saved Rabb's ass countless times, for which you should be grateful."

"You're assuming facts not in evidence, Clay."

"Oh, hell, I have the evidence, Colonel."

She frowned playfully, which he could barely see in the moonlight. "Well, I'm sure you intend to use it against us as some point." 

"I don't have a thing, but I think you just admitted something, Colonel."

How had she fallen for that?

"Just save me a dance at the wedding, now what have you got for me?" he asked.

Ignorning the "wedding" dig, she got down to business, updating him on the revelations gleaned while guarding Ahmad Nasini. 

"Here is what I know, N and his brother have been passing information back and forth as I've already told you, and they mentioned the mole again, so I hope your people are following up on that, trying to discern who this person is.  As I told you earlier, the mole is well placed."

"Yes, you said someone in the Navy, in D.C.  We've identified that person and are closing the gap.  I'll explain later, but go on."

"It appears there is something being formulated, I'm getting a clearer picture on that, another attack, although the means and methods and other specifics are unclear.  They've discussed training, and it appears to involve moving large vehicles, tanker trucks and such.  It's hard to tell, I only get snippets of information. I did get the distinct impression that someone in the cages has smuggled in a notebook and has shared it with N's brother.  If we can get our hands on that book…And one more thing, from what they say, OBL is definitely in Pakistan."

"That confirms our intelligence from out of Pakistan and Afghanistan. We've been told he's clean shaven now."

"Yes, I did hear that as well," she said.  "N and his brother are speaking freely in front of me.  I'll continue to…"

"No, that won't be necessary.  I'm under 'orders' from the Admiral to send you back home.  We've been able to locate an agent to take over for you here, and the Admiral needs you back to prepare for the upcoming tribunals.  I think he's teaming you with your squid to prosecute, and he and Sturgis are going to defend."

"How do you know that?"

"Colonel, I have my sources." He looked at her with all seriousness, "By the way, tell Rabb to fix the lock on his window."

"Have you and your people been breaking into Harm's apartment?" She looked at him alarmed.

"Would I do that? And, if I did, would I tell you to fix the window?"

"So someone is getting into his apartment?"

Webb explained,  "One of your own. The mole.  We discovered the connection after you gave me the information from N.  We were watching her anyway, but when you told me what N said, it closed a gap.  Who am I talking about you want to ask?  A particularly disagreeable woman in your office.  Do I have to spell it out?"

"Singer?"

"I always knew you were sharp. By the time you get back, she will have been confronted and arrested. She works for the highest bidder, she is a plant, Colonel.  Her Farsi is better than your's."

Mac felt the hair stand up on the back of her neck and let out an audible cry. "My God."

"We think she's actually being paid by Iraq.  They have the money and we've suspected they were making connections with the terrorists, supporting their efforts against us. But, you didn't hear it from me," Webb said, shaking his head.  "Not a word to anyone until she's arrested.  Wait until I call you."

Mac could hardly believe what she was hearing. "She's been in the Navy for years, how is this possible?"

"Don't be so naïve, Colonel."

Mac digested what Webb was saying, then alarms went off as she realized the access Singer had, the intelligence available to her.  "Tell me you've informed the Admiral, Webb," Mac demanded.

"He's been informed.  We've only been certain since  the intell from N, and the Admiral was notified immediately.   We've taken action to deny her access to military secrets. Fortunately her clearance wasn't very high.  But, as soon as she realizes that her access has been terminated, she will no doubt run. We should have her in custody shortly."

"Why did you wait at all?"

"We wanted to see if there are others involved with her."

"You suspected Harm?  Because she went to his apartment, is that it?"

"No, Colonel, her interest in Rabb was of a more prurient nature."

"You mean an obsession?" Mac felt her stomach turn.  Had Singer been sneaking into Rabb's apartment out of a fascination with him?  

"It isn't that, at least I don't think it is.  We think she was looking for a means to blackmail or manipulate one or the both of you."

"But I still don't understand why you've waited to arrest her." 

"We know what we're doing, Mac."

"Oh, yeah, that's a comforting answer," the Colonel said.  "How did you find out about her, I mean narrow it down to her?"

"When N and his brother started talking about the mole last week, we were able to connect the dots, but we've been looking at her for weeks.  Some things in her background didn't add up."

Mac stood up, shaking her head.  "Unbelieveable." She had not had time to take in all of the ramifications of the news.  "Are we done here, then?"

"Yeah, and you can catch the next military transport home, my man Barlow arrives tomorrow."  Webb said standing up and starting to walk away.  "I'll be heading back to D.C. myself.  Tell Rabb hello for me."

0910 ET

Saturday

Harm's Apartment

Well, at least this Saturday he was not nursing a hangover, having spent Friday night helping Sturgis replace his hot water heater.  Harm got out of bed, shook off the cobwebs and hauled a load of wet laundry from the day before out of the washer and tossed it into the dryer, then started the coffee, hoping that perhaps Mac would  get back into town in a few hours.  She had said it was possible when she called the night before.  She also seemed depressed and that worried him.

He closed the kitchen window, uncertain when he had opened it, then looked back at it.  "Getting senile, Rabb," he said to himself. He made a mental note, again, to fix the lock.  It was on his perennial "to do" list.

Paddling over to the front door, he bumped into the coffee table and let out a howl from the pain inflicted on his big toe.  At that moment, he was fairly certain he heard a noise from the bedroom area, but then realized it had to be his jeans thumping in the dryer. 

Outside he heard sirens approaching and wondered if another body had been found in the area.  He just didn't need any doom and gloom today, he wanted to keep a positive frame of mind.  Mac get your six back here before I lose all my marbles, he thought.

Thinking he would get the newspaper, even if he didn't read it, he opened the door, rubbing the stubble on his chin and yawning. His still-sleepy eyes took a moment to focus.

"Mac!" he exclaimed, amazed to find his favorite Marine standing there, a hand raised to knock.  Completely forgetting that he was standing in the doorway in his boxers, he just looked at her, surprised and happy. 

"Hey, I like the way you dress up to see me," she said, amused at his shocked expression.  She dared to size him up, liking all of what she saw.

On impulse, he grabbed her by at the waist with both hands and pulled her towards him, "God I missed you," he said as he planted a kiss on her surprised lips.  "Get in here."

He pulled her inside the door, and then stood there, looking embarrassed.  "Uh, hang on a minute," he said and walked back to his bedroom to get some shorts and a T-shirt.  As he picked up a shirt, he thought he heard something again, but didn't give it much thought, he had other things on his mind. 

He walked back into the living room, still pulling the T-shirt over his head, prompting Mac to laugh. "You don't have to put on a shirt for me,".

"And, what does that mean?"  He cocked an eyebrow.

"You know exactly what it means."  She took several steps toward him, and he just stood there grinning, waiting, arms crossed. 

"We have a lot of catching up to do," she said as she came closer.

"We do indeed."

"Seems like we never get a chance to talk or, or, or anything."  She smiled as she drew closer.  Then she stopped and waited, and he closed the gap between them, taking her face in his hands.

"Talk is cheap, I'd rather show you what I've been thinking," he said.  But he felt her suddenly stiffen.  He drew back and looked at her, she was frozen in place and said nothing.  "Mac?"

He turned to see a gun pointed directly at him.  "Singer?"

"Yes, Harm, surprise surprise."

"Lt. Singer, put the gun…" Mac said. 

"Shut up, Colonel."  Singer said.  "Or I'll disfigure this fighter jock in ways that will hurt you both, if you get my meaning."

She waived the gun and then pointed it again at Harm.  "Wouldn't want the Commander taken out of commission, I'm sure.  You know, I'm surprised to see you two together, I had just about decided that it was all talk and no action.  Guess I was wrong.  By the way, Commander, you look better with your shirt off."

"Shut up, Singer," Harm said.  "And put down the damn gun, what do you think you're doing?"

"Oh, I know what I'm doing, I have every intention of using one of you as my ticket out of here.  You see, I know that I've come under suspicion, and I intend to get out of the country before it's too late."

"Suspicion of what?"

"Suspicion of espionage," Mac said.  "Working for the highest bidder, right Singer?"

"Of course," the woman answered smugly.  "How else am I going to pay for the townhouse in Greece and the new home in Madrid?" She laughed aloud.  "You two are such a pair of idiots.  Toiling for the government, fighting the so-called good fight.  You'll never have what I have."

"I wouldn't want what you have," Mac said with disdain.  "I'd rather be able to live with myself."

"Just shut up, Mackenzie," Singer said, glaring at Mac. "I was planning on using Rabb to get the computer access I need to make arrangements out of here…"

"You know I'd never cooperate…"  Harm said vehemently.  "I'd die first."

"Whatever," Singer said. "I think I've got a better idea anyway, Commander."  She said with a sneer. Keeping the gun on Harm, she walked towards Mac and pulled her purse away.  "I'll use your I.D. to get what I need."

"That will never work," Harm said, trying to think of a way to distract the woman.

Mac examined the room, formulating a plan, certain Harm was doing the same.

"Don't bet on it, Commander," Singer said and levelled the gun at him.

Mac shouted at her in Farsi.  Singer turned her head and looked at the woman.  "You and what Army?" Singer spat at her.

Harm, surprised that Singer understood Mac, nevertheless had time to act before Singer could react to his sudden movements.  Turning and dropping low, he threw his shoulder into Singer's midriff, and Mac anticipating the move rushed towards her, grabbing her gunhand and forcing it up until the gun was pointed at the ceiling.  Mac knocked the gun free, and all of them fell in a heap to the floor, but Harm quickly pinned Singer, and Mac scurried for the gun.  It was over in seconds, and only moments before the front door flew open. 

"Rabb, here I am saving your ass all over again,"  Webb said stepping inside with two burly men carrying automatic weapons. 

"Nah, Clayton," Harm said, breathless as he got to his feet.  "I don't need you to save me when I've got my own Marine."

Mac dusted herself off and walked over to Harm who took her in his arms.

"Rabb, you don't know how lucky you are," Webb said.

"Yes, I do," was all he could say in reply as he kissed her forehead.

Webb turned to Mac as the other men hauled the struggling Singer out of the apartment.  "Mac, I owe you for all you've done."

"I didn't do it for you, Webb.  It's my duty," she said.

"Hang onto this one, Rabb"  Webb said as he left, closing the door behind him, leaving them alone at last.

Harm looked at Mac with a raised eyebrow.  "You know before you arrived, I was thinking about taking a shower.  Want to join me?"

Mac smiled.  "Lead the way."

--End