A/N: Hey, I'm glad that you all enjoyed my Christmas tale! This is a new
one. Since Valentine's day isn't until next month, this story has no
holiday ties. I hope you all enjoy it!
Summary: Harm and Mac take on an new.and interesting..assignment.
Chapter One
The Admiral shook his head. He knew what he was about to do would put both of his officers in great danger. He knew the name he would mention would enrage both of them, especially the not-so-level-headed Commander. But he had no choice. "Colonel! Commander! You may enter!" he yelled after he had given it plenty of thought.
A few seconds later, Mac had closed the door, and both of them were seated in front of his desk. "You wanted to see us, sir?" they chorused. "What is it?"
The Admiral again shook his head. "I can't be the one to explain it to you." He sighed.
Mac jumped when she realized that there were two other people in the room. She turned around. Behind her was Clayton Webb, and behind him, one of Mac's favorite television personalities.
She slapped Harm on the arm. "Harm! It's Mark! From 'Survivor'!" she said excitedly. Mark smiled at her.
"What's 'Survivor'?" asked Harm, scratching his head in a confused manner.
The brunette man scowled at him, cleared his throat, and began to speak. "Listen," he began. "My boss isn't necessarily jumping for joy about this, and I personally have no clue what this is in regards to..I just know that Mr. Webb here barged into my office talking a hundred miles a minute.so he'll have to explain."
Webb..." scowled Mac. "Whatever it is, if it involves you in any way, or anything that you have come up with, I will not do it." she threatened.
Webb sat down. "Here me out first?" he pleaded.
"We're listening.." Smirked Harm impatiently.
"Palmer was let out on good behavior three weeks ago." Said Webb.
"What?!" yelled Mac.
"I already know." Frowned Harm. "He called my house. I recorded the message he'd left on my answering machine." He added helpfully. "What has he done now?" he demanded.
"You knew?" Mac accused him. "You knew, and you didn't tell me?!"
"We believe he may be our suspect in one of my newest cases." Webb sighed.
"Already?" Harm coughed.
"Yes, well, it was an assault. The woman was beaten horribly. She got out of the hospital last week, and our sketch artist gave me this picture.." Webb handed Mac the picture.
"Harm! It is him!" she gasped. "So now he's a woman beater on top of everything else?!" she frowned deeply.
"I could believe that.." Harm winced as a memory from the past slapped him in the face. "One time, he drugged Jordan..When I got home, he had set a trap..."
Mac patted him on his shoulder. "Hey.." She thought out loud. "What does any of this have to do with your show?" she turned her attention to Mark.
"A man named Clark Palmer is an accepted applicant on out next show. There are still two more spots open."
"Why not just go and arrest him?!" demanded Harm angrily. His face had turned red with the effort of not tearing Webb into a million tiny pieces. "Wouldn't that be the logical thing to do?"
"We can't do that." Said Mark. "There's a poll going on this show. Palmer already has a 200,000 dollar bet that he will win."
"Oh, of course." Smirked Harm. "Let's not jeopardize the show. Forget about all the people on the show..They don't matter."
"Yes, they do!" screamed Mark. "That's why you two will be the ones filling the two open spots on the show." He added.
"Sir!" yelled Mac to the Admiral. "Harm can't go!" she gave him a moment to reflect on this. "Palmer's tried to kill him one too many times! It's rude to just put him out there as bait!"
"There isn't anything that I can do." The Admiral sighed. "Webb went to the Secretary of the Navy before he came to me. I'm under orders.."
"Anyway, you two are the only ones that have really dealt with this guy before." Explained Webb. "Besides, we're not using Harm as bait; we're using you as bait."
Mac slumped in her chair. "What does he have to do before we can put him back in jail?" she asked.
"We have to catch him in the act." Webb replied.
"No way!" Harm objected. "I will not let her go with you saying something like that! I know what this man is capable of! I won't have it!"
"Harm, settle down." Warned Webb. "You'll be able to watch out for her, even though I doubt she'll need it.." He promised.
"Mr. Webb here has convinced me to make sure you are both on the same tribe." Said Mark, trying to offer some sort of comfort.
"I don't like it!" yelled Harm. "Sir, you can't possibly let it happen?!"
"I already told you.I have no say in this matter." whined the Admiral. He turned to Webb and Mark. "But if either of them is hurt.even scratched, you will hear from me, understood?" he threatened.
"Yes." Webb assured, protectively covering his nose.
A/N: That's the end of chapter one. Next chapter will be out soon.if it isn't out already.
Summary: Harm and Mac take on an new.and interesting..assignment.
Chapter One
The Admiral shook his head. He knew what he was about to do would put both of his officers in great danger. He knew the name he would mention would enrage both of them, especially the not-so-level-headed Commander. But he had no choice. "Colonel! Commander! You may enter!" he yelled after he had given it plenty of thought.
A few seconds later, Mac had closed the door, and both of them were seated in front of his desk. "You wanted to see us, sir?" they chorused. "What is it?"
The Admiral again shook his head. "I can't be the one to explain it to you." He sighed.
Mac jumped when she realized that there were two other people in the room. She turned around. Behind her was Clayton Webb, and behind him, one of Mac's favorite television personalities.
She slapped Harm on the arm. "Harm! It's Mark! From 'Survivor'!" she said excitedly. Mark smiled at her.
"What's 'Survivor'?" asked Harm, scratching his head in a confused manner.
The brunette man scowled at him, cleared his throat, and began to speak. "Listen," he began. "My boss isn't necessarily jumping for joy about this, and I personally have no clue what this is in regards to..I just know that Mr. Webb here barged into my office talking a hundred miles a minute.so he'll have to explain."
Webb..." scowled Mac. "Whatever it is, if it involves you in any way, or anything that you have come up with, I will not do it." she threatened.
Webb sat down. "Here me out first?" he pleaded.
"We're listening.." Smirked Harm impatiently.
"Palmer was let out on good behavior three weeks ago." Said Webb.
"What?!" yelled Mac.
"I already know." Frowned Harm. "He called my house. I recorded the message he'd left on my answering machine." He added helpfully. "What has he done now?" he demanded.
"You knew?" Mac accused him. "You knew, and you didn't tell me?!"
"We believe he may be our suspect in one of my newest cases." Webb sighed.
"Already?" Harm coughed.
"Yes, well, it was an assault. The woman was beaten horribly. She got out of the hospital last week, and our sketch artist gave me this picture.." Webb handed Mac the picture.
"Harm! It is him!" she gasped. "So now he's a woman beater on top of everything else?!" she frowned deeply.
"I could believe that.." Harm winced as a memory from the past slapped him in the face. "One time, he drugged Jordan..When I got home, he had set a trap..."
Mac patted him on his shoulder. "Hey.." She thought out loud. "What does any of this have to do with your show?" she turned her attention to Mark.
"A man named Clark Palmer is an accepted applicant on out next show. There are still two more spots open."
"Why not just go and arrest him?!" demanded Harm angrily. His face had turned red with the effort of not tearing Webb into a million tiny pieces. "Wouldn't that be the logical thing to do?"
"We can't do that." Said Mark. "There's a poll going on this show. Palmer already has a 200,000 dollar bet that he will win."
"Oh, of course." Smirked Harm. "Let's not jeopardize the show. Forget about all the people on the show..They don't matter."
"Yes, they do!" screamed Mark. "That's why you two will be the ones filling the two open spots on the show." He added.
"Sir!" yelled Mac to the Admiral. "Harm can't go!" she gave him a moment to reflect on this. "Palmer's tried to kill him one too many times! It's rude to just put him out there as bait!"
"There isn't anything that I can do." The Admiral sighed. "Webb went to the Secretary of the Navy before he came to me. I'm under orders.."
"Anyway, you two are the only ones that have really dealt with this guy before." Explained Webb. "Besides, we're not using Harm as bait; we're using you as bait."
Mac slumped in her chair. "What does he have to do before we can put him back in jail?" she asked.
"We have to catch him in the act." Webb replied.
"No way!" Harm objected. "I will not let her go with you saying something like that! I know what this man is capable of! I won't have it!"
"Harm, settle down." Warned Webb. "You'll be able to watch out for her, even though I doubt she'll need it.." He promised.
"Mr. Webb here has convinced me to make sure you are both on the same tribe." Said Mark, trying to offer some sort of comfort.
"I don't like it!" yelled Harm. "Sir, you can't possibly let it happen?!"
"I already told you.I have no say in this matter." whined the Admiral. He turned to Webb and Mark. "But if either of them is hurt.even scratched, you will hear from me, understood?" he threatened.
"Yes." Webb assured, protectively covering his nose.
A/N: That's the end of chapter one. Next chapter will be out soon.if it isn't out already.