GETTING A MOVE ON

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AJ's comments regarding when they would get off the train, rang through everyone's ears.  There was nothing urgent in DC, but they all had things pending. Deciding not to let it bother them and to just enjoy the time, they went back to dancing.

"Uncle AJ, may I have this dance?" Zoya asked.

"Of course," AJ smiled. "What's going on?"

"With what?" Zoya asked.

"You and Webb seem to be close." AJ said.

"We will be working together, nothing else." Zoya said. "Trust me."

"I do trust you, but I also worry about you." AJ said.

"We know each other through work.  This is the first time I have ever seen him outside of work." Zoya assured AJ. "I don't really know anything about him other than his professional record."

"Just be careful," AJ said.

"I love you," Zoya smiled and hugged him.

"Mind if I cut in?" Harold asked.

"Fine," Zoya groaned and she danced the remainder of the song with Harold. 

Harm and Mac had not changed partners since the festivities began and were getting looks from the rest.

WEBB'S COMPARTMENT

Returning to their compartments, everyone got ready for bed and hopefully arrival in DC the next day.  Webb and Zoya made their way back to his compartment.  They hadn't planned on spending another night together, but Harold was being very nosy about their relationship.

"He is such a pain," Zoya said.

"What made you go out with him anyway?" Webb asked.

"He seemed nice, at first," Zoya shrugged.

"So did Ghangis Khan," Webb teased.

"Shut up," Zoya replied. "So you want to be on top or bottom?"

"Excuse me?" Webb asked with a chuckle.

"The top bunk or the bottom bunk," Zoya huffed as she rolled her eyes.

"I'll take the bottom," Webb replied. "Do you want to change?"

"I don't have anything with me," Zoya said. "I wasn't planning on staying here."

"Here," Webb said tossing her one of his shirts. "I'll wait outside."

"Thanks," Zoya smiled.

Webb left the compartment to give Zoya some privacy.  She started to take off her dress and hesitated at the full slip she was wearing. She took it off and donned Webb's shirt.  She lifted the collar to her nose and took a sniff.  Cool Water, not bad.

"You can come back now," Zoya said.

Webb returned at the same time the train finally started moving.  The sudden motion caused Zoya to lose her balance and she fell into Webb.

"Nice catch," Zoya smiled as she straightened up.

"Couldn't let you fall, could I Countess," Webb stated.

"I never asked, why do you call me that?" Zoya asked. "It's not like we're friends and have nicknames for each other."

"Aside from your lineage," Webb said. "The first time I saw you, you were undercover and had an entire entourage with you."

"When was that?" Zoya asked.

"A couple of years ago," Webb said. "It was at the Russian Ambassador's luncheon. You were wearing a white Chanel suit and matching hat.  You had your hair back and in a bun…"

"You remember that?" Zoya laughed, interrupting him. "That had to be about nine years ago, I had just started. I don't even think we had even met."

"We hadn't," Webb stated.

"I don't remember seeing you," Zoya shrugged and climbed up to the bunk. "That's amazing. Well, good night."

"Good night, Countess," Webb smiled.  He turned out the light, changed and got into his bunk.

HARM'S COMPARTMENT

"Hey, we're moving." Harm said.

"Good, I hope that means we'll be back in DC by morning." Mac replied.

"Sick of me already?" Harm asked.

"I never said that," Mac stated.

"What's going to happen when we get back?" Harm asked.

"I haven't thought that far in advance, have you?" Mac asked.

"You started this. Don't you think you should be the one to decide how we conclude?" Harm asked.

"How we conclude?" Mac replied. "I guess you have thought about it."

"What are you talking about?" Harm asked.

"Harm, you didn't say, where we should take it, you said how it ends." Mac stated.

"That's not what I meant," Harm protested.

"Well, what did you mean?" Mac asked.

"I meant, was this just something that happened because we were on the train." Harm replied.

Mac stood with her arms crossed.  She looked at Harm, trying to figure out what was going on in his mind.  She could not imagine what he was thinking. 

"Mac, we were locked in the compartment, we had just spent the night together and we got caught up in the moment." Harm stated.

"Caught up in the moment? That's good," Mac said.

"What would you call it?" Harm asked.

"I don't know, but I think I will call it a night." Mac replied and walked out.

"Mac, wait a second." Harm said following her to the corridor.

"Harm, don't. I wouldn't want to say something in the moment." Mac replied.

"You're upset," Harm stated.

"No, I am amazed." Mac said.

"What did I say?" Harm asked.

"Nothing, you said nothing." Mac replied.

"Then why are you upset?" Harm asked.

"Who said I was upset? I am not upset, why would I be upset? There is nothing for me to be upset about.  Should I be upset about something? I mean if I was upset don't you think I would know it? What makes you assume I am upset?" Mac grumbled as she walked to her compartment.

"Mac…" Harm said following her.

"What is it?" Mac asked.

"You're angry." Harm said.

"Who said I was angry? I am not angry, why would I be angry? There is nothing for me to be angry about. Should I be angry about something? I mean if I was angry don't you think I would know it? What makes you assume I am angry?" Mac replied and then mumbled, "Telling me I'm upset and angry, man comes here and tells me what I am feeling. Of all the nerve…"

"I'm in trouble," Harm said helplessly.

"You got that right." Mac said and entered her compartment.

Harm walked back to his compartment, very confused.  He replayed the conversation in his head and had no idea what he could have possibly said to upset or anger Mac.  Even though she said she wasn't, he knew she was.  He was about to enter his compartment when he decided to talk to Sturgis.

STURGIS' COMPARTMENT

"Don't tell me you got locked out again," Sturgis said with a laugh.

"No, I think Mac is angry," Harm said.

"What did you do?" Sturgis asked. "Come on in."

"I didn't do anything." Harm stated.

"You kissed her. I would say that is doing something." Sturgis replied.

"Actually, she kissed me.  All I asked, since she started it, is how she wanted it to conclude." Harm stated.

"You did not," Sturgis said shaking his head.

"What did I say?" Harm asked.

"You aren't that stupid are you? You asked her how she wanted to end it." Sturgis said.

"So, I guess saying we got caught in a moment wasn't such a good thing either." Harm replied.

"Harm, you care about this woman. The moment you got caught up in was just a matter of time." Sturgis said. "I seem to recall you telling me about another moment at her engagement party."

"What do I do now?" Harm asked.

"I would start by keeping your foot out of your mouth." Sturgis smiled. "Do you want to explore a relationship?"

"I don't know," Harm said. "All these years, things have been there, but there was no chance of it not working out."

"That's because you haven't done anything," Sturgis said.

"I told her how I felt," Harm said.

"When was this?" Sturgis asked.

"At her engagement party, I told her we were all in love with her." Harm said.

"How did you ever get any woman to date you?" Sturgis asked.

An announcement came over the PA system. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE ARE HAPPY TO ANNOUNCE THAT WE WILL BE ARRIVING AT UNION STATION BY 8am."

"Hey we're only 24 hours late," Harm said.

"Harm what are you going to do?" Sturgis asked.

"I don't know," Harm said. "I was trying to give her an out."

"Why would you do that?" Sturgis asked.

"In case she wanted it." Harm said.

"Why would she?" Sturgis replied. "I know she's in …"

"What did you say?" Harm asked of Sturgis' unfinished statement.

"I didn't say anything," Sturgis replied quickly. "It's late, I'll see you in the morning."

"What do you know?" Harm asked.

"I don't know anything," Sturgis replied. Mac is going to kill me.

Harm went back to his compartment.  He had a feeling he knew what it was.  Right now he couldn't think about anything because he was confused.

WEBB'S COMPARTMENT

Who the hell is calling me? Zoya wondered. She got up but forgot she was on the top bunk and crashed to the floor. Dammit! "Nassar!" She snapped into the phone.

"I'm sorry I was looking for Clayton Webb." A woman said.

"Oh excuse me, I am his co-worker. I must have taken his phone by mistake." Zoya said. "May I take a message?"

"This is Porter Webb calling, just let him know." Porter said.

"Porter Webb, you are his…" Zoya began as she sat on Webb's bunk.

"His mother," Porter replied. "Who is this?"

"This is Zoya Nassar," Zoya replied.

"Oh, the Countess," Porter stated.

"Zoya is fine," Zoya said.

"Please tell Clayton I rang." Porter said.

"I will ma'am, pleasure speaking with you." Zoya said and disconnected the call.

She put the phone down, reached up for her pillow and pounded Webb with it.

"Why did your mommy call me the Countess?" Zoya asked.

"Zoya, you're a bully." Webb said waking up and turning on the light. "I escorted my mother to the Ambassador's luncheon, she saw you there."

"Oh sorry," Zoya shrugged, "Wait that was 10 years ago."

"Why are we talking about my mother anyway?" Webb asked.

"She just called. Does mummy always check up on you?" Zoya laughed.

"She always calls when ever she gets back to town," Webb replied.

"Well, she's back." Zoya said.  "Where was she?"

"Aren't we being nosy?" Webb laughed.

"Oh shut up," Zoya stated, getting up. "Give me a leg up, will ya?"

"You need help?" Webb teased.

"I twisted my ankle when I answered your phone. You sleep very soundly you know that, and you snore." Zoya said.

"I don't snore, I breathe deep." Webb announced. "How did you twist your ankle?"

"I forgot I was in the top bunk, okay?" Zoya stated.

"You fell?" Webb laughed.

"Yeah and you didn't hear me, if I was sent to kill you, you'd be dead." Zoya said.

"If you were sent to kill me, you wouldn't be in my compartment right now wearing my shirt." Webb retorted.

"Wanna bet?" Zoya smiled.

"What?" Webb asked.

"How much leave do you have?" Zoya asked.

"Two weeks, why?" Webb asked.

"So do I," Zoya smiled. "You think we can get the time off together?"

"What do you have in mind?" Webb asked.

"Did you ever see Prizzi's Honor?" Zoya asked.

"Yeah, what are you thinking?" Webb asked.

"When we get back, I say we see who can kill whom." Zoya announced.

"You realize you are crazy, don't you?" Webb asked.

"I am not, we won't use real bullets," Zoya shrugged.

"Zoya, I am not going to play war games with you." Webb stated.

"Chicken," Zoya laughed. "It will be a good for team building."

"You need the whole team for that," Webb replied.

"We are the whole team," Zoya said. "I didn't ask Wellington for anyone else."

"That I didn't know," Webb said getting up to help her get into the bunk.

As soon as Webb got up, Zoya curled into his bunk and settled in.

"What are you doing?" Webb asked.

"Move your meat, lose your seat," Zoya laughed. "You take the top bunk."

"So you want me on top?" Webb said.

"Only this time, baby." Zoya smiled and turned out the light, "Hey Webb."

"What?" Webb asked.

"Cute boxers," Zoya laughed. "I always figured you for the briefs type."

"Good night, Countess." Webb said. "You really are strange for an agent."