A/N: I'm not a pilot I don't know if what Harm's asking for is even possible. I also realize the the limits of reality in this installment.

I'm going to go ahead and end this. I'd rather write "Goodnight My Someone," And apparently there are those who feel going further with the action portion of the story ruins it. I'll write one more installment to tie up the H/M loose ends...warning it will probably be short.

Thanks again for reading and Reviewing...

For Every Action 10: Delayed, Detained and Determined

Mac awoke to find her arms restrained and her eyes unnatrually heavy. Her uncanny sense of time told her it was hours later than the 0700 hour when Harm had said he'd call. She tried to turn her head and found it painful due to the strap restraining that movement. She moved herhead as far n each direction as possible and realized that she was nolonger in her hospital room. Twisting against her restraints as far as she could she saw the admiral slumped in a chair, his arms restrained and his mouth covered with duct tape. She knew her mouth was free of tape or gag and tried to call out for help. She called until she was hoarse, but no one answered. Suddenly she was tired again,her traitorous injuries prventing her from more resistance. She tried one last scream before the darkness envleoped her again.

~*2*~

Harm and Tom O'Hare had jumped into his car and raced to the airport as soon as he'd revealed who gave him the glass. "I just can't believe it, he seems so normal, so average." O'Hare mused as Harm waited to talk with a man about a private charter.

"Yes, we want to be ready for take off in fifteen minutes...Find a way. Get it cleared...I don't care about the fee...I'll get you your money, now be ready to be in the air when we get there." Harm barked loudly.

Commander O'Hare took hold of the handle above his head as Harm peeled around a right turn and swung into a parking space. Leaving everything in the car he raced for the terminal and prayed he wouldn't be too late.

As the pair of Naval Officers buckled into their seats, O'Hare asked Harm: "If Lt. Commander Gregory's so obsessed with these women, why did he toture then kill them?"

"I don't know." Harm said trying to block the image from his head. "There doesn't seem to be any kind of motive."

Across the border in Nevada, Sarah Mackenzie was learning all about motive. He backed toward her from the right, still staring out at the deepening twilight sky. "Elaine wouldn't be happy if she knew I was here." He ran a hand through his hair and rested his hip on the foot of her bed. As the grogginess seeped from her limbs and brain Mac Tried to look at him. "I know you never got around to ...." he trailed off. "Or did you, bitch?"

"What?" Mac was confused.

"I know she had an affair with that Valeria woman. I wished it had been her driving the car that night. Instead Angie had made her stop and taken her place at the wheel." He sighed. Elaine doesn't have a clue that I know about her and Fireman Franklin. I've done it all for her."

"How was killing three women a favor to your girlfriend, Gregory?" Mac let just enough digust filter into her voice to make Gregory mad. He turned on her.

"When she broke it off, Franklin blackmailed Elaine. Said she'd go to the XO. Fratenernization charges would've killed her career."

"Wouldn't have done you much good either would it? I mean people knowing your girlfriend's a lesbian?"

"She's confused."

"So she was planning to leave you."

"Elaine knows me better than that."

"She knows you'd try to kill her if she did leave?." Mac stated blandly.

His hackles rose, his usually flat aquamarine eyes hardened to steely beads, " I would never hurt Elaine. I love her."

"You love her so you kill the woman she was having an affair with—and what bout the other two?"

"They all talked about Elaine. They were all shameless, then they took her to New Orleans, and I new something was wrong." Gregory ran a hand through his hair, aggitated. "She was never the same with me!" he screamed clearly starting to lose control.

"She didn't want you anymore, right?." Mac asked trying to keep his attention off the Admiral who was now beginning to come to.

"She kept dropping hints. Talking about Valeria. So I made sure Valeria couldn't hurt us anymore."

"You killed her." Mac stated blandly. "Then you killed her two friends."

"Her two whores."

"And that's what realy bothered you, isn't it, Gregory." She said catching and holding his gaze as he whirled to face her. In the corner, Chegwidden worked against his ropes. "That they didn't want or need men for anything."

"Yeah, that's what you'd think, but when thye knew they were going to die they wanted a man to rexcue them."

"I doubt it." Mac pushed as Chewidden worked one hand free and showed it to her.

"I was there, I watched and I assure you." He stared at her eyes as he walked toward her and wrapped a gloved hand around her throat. "You'll want a man to rescue you to...once you realize it's really over." His eyes glazed and the pressure from his hand increased. Nearly two minutes later Mac started to wonder if he was right, but it was then that she saw the IV stand raised behind Gregory. Seconds later it crashed down onto his head. And Mac let the darkness take over one more time.