Ok. I know that the first chapter was more of a history lesson than a story but it was the prologue. Now on to the real stuff. And expect your first action in chapter 3, because I decided to put in some real life experiences and emotions. And I also couldn't help myself to think and write about some shipper moments between our beloved couple ( but you'll have to wait for that in chapter 3 or 4. And there will be romance in the last chapter(s) :P And still please R&R even if it is to tell that this story sucks.

Schiphol Airport Amsterdam Holland 14:13 Zulu

Harm and Mac arrived at Schiphol Airport. They had already seen some interesting things. Some stoned people hanging around and a few men were arrested because they smuggled drugs. Harm thought that people were exaggerating about Holland when it came to drug use, but apparently there was some truth in it. They collected their luggage and walked to the exit of the airport. A man approached them and asked if they needed a taxi. They threw their luggage in the trunk.

'Ok mister, miss...where to?' the taxidriver asked with a Dutch accent.

'To hotel New York in Rotterdam please.' Mac answered.

'Your wish is my command.' And with those words the taxidriver sped off from the airport.

Harm and Mac continued talking with the driver of the taxi. They said that they were just tourists and that this was their fist time in Holland. Harm asked about the culture and how the Dutch youngsters were.

'Well mister, this world is getting pretty messed up now with all that war and terrorism and things like that and so are the younger people of this country. You can't walk safe at night in the city without getting robbed, assaulted or anything and mostly it are the young people who do that. I don't know what you're planning to do or anything but if you go to the smaller towns things will get safer.'

Harm and Mac both listened carefully not to miss anything. This man had got his thoughts in a very straight line. He was not so bad in giving his opinion either. And they had to go to one of Holland's smaller towns. Harm still wanted some info about the drugs and other kinds of that stuff that's legalised.

'How about the drug use in this country?, people are always saying that the Dutch live of drugs.' Harm said carefully.

'Nah I already hear you outsiders know nothing about Holland. Yes indeed people use drugs and it is legalised but we also have our rules you know. You can have stuff until a certain amount. If you cross the limit of that amount and the cops bust you, you are in big trouble. And yes people use some drugs...but it's mostly the lowest social class and the people who live on the streets you know. It's not like we're all snorting a line of coke per day. We also have decent people.' the driver said a little bit angry. 'Damn traffic's still stuck everywhere...traffic problem is also one of Holland's famous problems.'

'We understand that part about the drugs.' Mac said quickly not to piss him off. 'But we hear so many stories and we just want to know what's true and what's false.'

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Hotel New York Rotterdam, Holland 17:25 Zulu

Harm and Mac entering their room....

'Well....' Mac grinned. 'Holland is a little country and they got everything adjusted to the size of the country.'

Mac walked around in the room.

'Eh Harm? There is only one bed...it's a two persons....but there's only one.'

'Who's going on the couch tonight?.' Harm smiled.

'What couch? There are only a couple of chairs...and I am NOT going to lie on a few chairs.'

'Yeah me neither, we can share...'

Mac gave Harm a look of insecurity.

'Trust me Mac... we've worked together for so long.'

'Oh alright then but stay on your own side of the bed or else I have you for breakfast tomorrow.'

'Yes ma'am, understood ma'am.' Harm joked.

'Well we still have time to go and visit those teens...how can we find them and how will we explain? We haven't got anything like a description or address.'

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

'Who is it?' Harm asked.

'Room service.' A voice with an American accent replied.

Harm opened the door. A man came in with a cart with a few covered plates. First he gestured them to be quiet. He uncovered the plates and there were 2 pistols and while he distributed some other information he said:

'Good afternoon Commander, Colonel. I'm James Fletcher, CIA.'

'Webb sent you?' Mac asked.

'Yes he did...I also heard you saying you two folks might need some info to get to the teens. I say this...they don't expect any help they don't know that we know about it and that there's a whole story behind this so when you confront them with it, be careful. We will not know how they'll react. We only give you their first name's not to cause any more trouble then they're already into.'

Harm and Mac looked really confused but at the same time surprised.

'So what the heck are we actually doing here?' Harm said. This thing really bothered him. 'We're here in Holland preventing some teenagers of any danger. WE'RE LAWYERS...not babysitters and if there really is danger it is the same reason ... we're lawyers.'

'True, true....but you have a lot of experiences with stalkers and you know how to keep things quiet and you have lots of experience with other psycho's.'

That was true Harm and Mac thought. Harm was thinking about Clark Palmer and Mac was thinking about Coster.

'And by the way.' Fletcher continued. 'this is far away from babysitting, that Ruska guy is a nut he is just totally crazy about getting revenge. The reason he was in the nuthouse was because he got totally obsessed with this stuff that when he served in Indonesia, he almost tortured and killed everyone in sight. First Sergeant Ruska is just plain nuts.'

'So, you think that he wants to do the same to the people he claims to be guilty of killing his father?' Mac asked with a slight bit of fear in her voice.

'Yes we think that there is a possibility. Also because of the fact that two of the six people have Indonesian blood flowing through their veins and we fear that they are the most wanted persons.'

Mac's thoughts rushed back until they reached the whole story about her stalker. "They don't know yet." she thought. "But they'll be threatened and or kidnapped and God knows what could happen. I think that my experience is indeed helpful."

'We'll take care of this case and protect those kids.' Mac said quickly and she sounded very, very clear. 'We only have to protect, CIA will find Ruska, right?'

'Right.' Fletcher said. 'And before you go we have some pictures and names for you. The photo's are taken yesterday when we saw them walking down the street so some may be a bit vague but you'll recognise them. We haven't got names of everyone because some were unclear to us or they used nicknames.'

Fletcher grabbed some photo's of the plate which was now empty. A picture of a tall boy with blue eyes and short dark hair was shown.

'We haven't got his name, but he is one of the 6.' Fletcher said.

The next picture was of a short girl who was enjoying the smoke of a cigarette. The girl had a darkish sort of red hair and was the shortest out of six.

'We don't know if we got it right, but she listens to the name Daira.'

The third picture was of a boy and a girl together...also smoking. The boy had black hair and was of the same height as the girl. He apparently had an eyebrow piercing. The girl also had black hair but there were some strains of brown hair visible. She was wearing a medium long black jacket.

'This time we also don't have the boys name, but we also don't have the girls real name. It's seems though she listens to the name Rat which is clearly her nickname.

The last photo showed another couple. This time they were both pretty tall, the boy had light brown hair and he wore a blue jacket. The girl walking next to him had long brown hair and wore a black jacket with white stripes.

'We do have their names here: Patrick and Rachel but we somehow believe that they're not as deep in this mess as the other four are but we still keep an eye on them. You still have time to visit them. We have arranged a meeting by leaving a note at the house of one of the girls. So we don't know hoe they'll react when they see you. I have a car ready for use for you. Good luck.'

And with that he threw the car keys to Harm and left.

'This tale is getting better and better.' Harm almost laughed out loud. 'You really think that Ruska is going after them?'

'This isn't funny Harm. You heard it yourself that Ruska is as crazy as...whatever. And I know the experiences of being stalked remember?' Mac almost screamed. 'They may not know that they're in real danger now but you know what Webb and the Admiral said: if this goes out in public we're having some serious trouble with Holland and Indonesia. And still looking at the pretty unstable relation between Holland and Indonesia thing will heat up.'

'You thought about this, didn't you?'

'You damn right I am Harm, look these people are innocent and they need all the help they can get and I am ready to provide that help.' Mac said with a furious look on her face.

"Well she's right." Harm thought while still looking at Mac. "She knows how it is to be stalked...looks like this is getting on to her. I better keep an eye on her."

'Well then, let's go to...ehr...where the hell are we going to anyway?' Harm asked.

'I bet that Fletcher left some clues or a map in the car.' Mac answered. 'Let's check it out.'

Harm and Mac walked outside their room and walked through the hallway, down the stairs until they reached the lobby when Harm suddenly froze.

'What is it?' Mac asked looking at the same direction as Harm.

'No nothing, I just thought I saw somebody familiar, but no it couldn't be, not here not now.'

Mac looked at him with a strange look. "What could make him scare like that? It couldn't be his father...he already knows that he is buried in the taiga in Russia." Mac thought deeply while they were approaching their car, a red Alfa Romeo. "What is another possibility? Well I ask him tonight."

They stepped into the car and there was a note which said: Use GPS, install it on HIA and then Baxpark. So Harm did...HIA was the name of a town: Hendrik-Ido-Ambacht. Looks like the name of an old town. And they were sent to a park. Harm finished installing and drove away still thinking about what he saw...

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I have written this chapter until 3 in the morning...but thank God I don't have to go to school now for two weeks so I can fully concentrate on this still not reviewed by registered members story. (By the way thanks for the 7 people who did contact me by mail or MSN Messenger ( I now have the strength to go on (). And to give an answer to the question that 3 people asked: Yes there will be romance and shipper moments. Just have some patience alright?