First chapter = disclaimers

Ah, this is a very short chapter, because I needed a scene between J.A.G. headquarters and the reunion scene. My apologies in advance.

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Clayton Webb stood very silently as Admiral Chegwidden stalked past his hiding place. S.E.A.L.s might be the best at infiltration for combat, but nothing beats a spy when you need to hide. As the Admiral stalked back towards the elevator, Webb released the slightest hint of a breath. His nose chimed in with a slight ache reminding him of why he took off in the first place.

This was not good. All this time there had been a rather large misconception where Meg was concerned. It was just his luck that Chegwidden stumbled in at the exact moment that he and Meg had their mutual epiphany.

Webb held his pager in front of him hopefully. No luck. Apparently he was not going to get an urgent call that would take him out of the country for eight to ten months. He slipped the small device pack into his pocket.

Mentally, he began to create a list of people at J.A.G. that would kill him on sight. Then he began to classify the list by type of method. Rabb would probably be merciful and just use a bullet. Chegwidden was definitely going to beat him to death. Mac would be subtle and poison him, then beat him. Bud would probably drag him off to his cozy little home and bore him to death with home movies of little A.J.

Hey, beatings were not that bad.

Meg, meanwhile had managed to wander into the bullpen with a slightly dazed look on her face.

"Meg, what's wrong?" Mac asked concernedly.

"I…" Meg looked around flustered.

"Maybe you should come and sit down. We'll use Harm's office. My spare chair got broken by an irate client."

Mac gently led Meg into Harm's office and gently pushed into sitting in a chair. Harriet helpfully followed with a glass of water.

"Bud said that Admiral Chegwidden chased Mr. Webb out of her office earlier," Harriet supplied helpfully.

"I'm dating a snob." Meg blurted out.

Mac smiled soothingly, "Okay, now why don't you just calm down and… What?"

"I think she just intimated that she's dating Mr. Webb, Ma'am." Harriet clarified.

Mac sighed, "Thank you Lieutenant."

"We're not dating, anymore that is. I dumped him because I thought he was a manager of a gas station."

"You dumped him because of his job?"

"No, he had lied to me and told me he was a salesman. I thought he was a gas jockey."

"But, he still lied to you," Mac said soothingly.

"Yes, but when I confronted him, he told me the truth, only it wasn't the truth, but I thought he was lying so I dumped him."

"Did you understand that Bud?" Harm asked his compatriot from where they both were standing: in the doorway of Harm's office.

"No, sir." Bud said bewildered.

Mac rolled her eyes at them, "Why don't you two go elsewhere?"

"Because this is my office, Colonel," Harm swaggered into his office and dropped into his chair, "You know, Webb explained this whole thing in a much more coherent manner."

Mac drew herself to her full height, "Webb told you about this?"

"Sure he did, yesterday. I thought I'd let him handle it on his own. It looks like I should have known better."

"You certainly should have Commander," Chegwidden said as he squeezed his tall frame into the now stuffed office.

"Sirs," Bud asked timidly, "Is this something we should be discussing in a Naval work setting?"

"It concerns Webb and the welfare of my people, Roberts. That makes it my business," Chegwidden snapped back.

The Admiral turned and looked at Harm, "Why didn't you inform the rest of us of this?"

"I thought it was a personal matter, Sir."

"That never stopped you before," Mac countered slyly.

"Hey, what is this, pick on Rabb day? Aren't you all supposed to be mad at Webb?"

"I'm not." Meg's voice was quiet as she spoke.

"You're not?" Harriet responded incredulous.

"No; he's a spy. He was doing what he was supposed to do. Why does that make him a bad person? He did come here to try to straighten things out after all."

"You're just going to forgive him. You can't do that!" Chegwidden remarked.

"Why not, Sir?"

"Because I need something to hold over the man's head. He's a menace!"

"But he's useful, so the Admiral can't just shoot him," Mac filled in the unspoken words for the admiral.

Meg sighed, "Look this was a big shock, but I'm fine now. I really don't need any of your help." She got up to leave, "Except, could one of you give me his address?"