Part 7
2000; 3 NOVEMBER 2003 CIA STATION UNDISCLOSED LOCATION, ICELAND
"This is ridiculous!" Harm threw the print outs across the room. "She's been gone for a whole damn day now and instead of going out there and searching for her, we're in here. She could be hurt, Webb. Or worse." He ended softly.
"Don't give up on her, Rabb. She's a marine and you out of anyone know that she doesn't give up. And we'll find her, but what do you want to do go out there and search for her with no leads? There's more of a chance of finding a needle in a haystack. We don't even know if they're still in Iceland."
"I-.I don't know." Harm answered defeated. "I just, it's driving me crazy. She's out there and I have no clue how to find her."
Webb snorted slightly. "You act like you're the only person in the world that cares about her. You don't think I want to find her? God, I don't know what I'd give to know where she is right now, so shut up and look at the print outs!"
Harm's jaw tightened as did his fist.
"Oh, did I upset the righteous Harmon Rabb?" Webb rolled his eyes. "You know, I wonder if this is even about Sarah. Maybe it's about you being the hero in everyone's eyes, getting the glory and all that. Because I know what's going to happen, you'll find her and everyone will say how wonderful you are and then you'll ignore her again." The next thing Webb saw was the floor.
Harm shook his hand slightly, his knuckles a bit sore from making contact with Webb's jaw. "How dare you question anything about my feelings for her? You know nothing, Webb. Absolutely nothing! If it was about getting all the glory, then why would I be here? I certainly didn't get any glory after resigning my commission and following her to Paraguay. I saved her then and found her fawning all over you. Then I get home and I lose my job and by the fault, my friends. So, where's this glory, Webb? Huh?! If that's what I was after, I'd have learned my lesson months ago."
Webb pushed himself back up into his chair, rubbing his jaw slightly. "So you're in love with her or something?"
Harm gathered the printouts. "Mac knows how I feel about her." His tone was softer.
"Obviously she doesn't. If she did, she wouldn't be as miserable as she's been ever since Paraguay. Do you ever stop to think that maybe she's afraid to assume anything when it comes to how you feel about her? That she's afraid of being wrong and having you reject her again?"
"Again? What do you mean again? And since when are you the relationship specialist, Webb?"
"Again as in Sydney Harbor when she basically threw herself at you only to be told no and it doesn't take a rocket scientist to see the holes in your relationship."
"She-.she told you about Sydney?"
Webb nodded slightly. "Yeah, she did. She told me a lot about your 'relationship'. We had a lot of time to talk when we were held captive and she seemed more at ease when she was talking about you."
Harm looked up slowly. "Really?"
"Yeah." Webb mumbled. "Anyway, let's get back to the print outs okay?"
Harm nodded slightly and began to study the papers again, searching for any clue as to where they took Mac.
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SAME TIME UNKNOWN LOCATION
ICELAND
Mac began to pile up anything and everything that she could find or break loose. After searching the entire room, she found no better option. She still wasn't quite high enough to reach the grate. She sighed in frustration. Now what? She jumped to try to reach the pipe that led to the grate, but still couldn't quite reach.
She once more scanned the room. If she could find something to connect to the pipe, maybe she could pull herself up. She looked down at her clothes. Her belt wouldn't be long enough but maybe her pants would work. They were made of a strong material that would definitely support her weight. She stepped down off the pile and took off her combat boots, taking a deep breath before removing the pants. A gasp escaped her as the cold air hit her bare legs.
Mac shook herself and climbed back onto the pile. After several failed attempts, she finally got her pants to flip over the pipe, a sigh of relief escaping her. She took a few deep breaths before starting to pull herself up, hissing slightly from the excursion it needed from her cold muscles. She finally got up high enough to push the grate up and to the side. She rested for a moment before beginning to swing herself.
Soon, she kicked her legs up and into the opening. She squirmed, moving her legs more into the ventilation system. When she had them in enough she rested once more before gritting her teeth and sitting up. She pulled the pants along with her as she disappeared into the opening.
TBC ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
2000; 3 NOVEMBER 2003 CIA STATION UNDISCLOSED LOCATION, ICELAND
"This is ridiculous!" Harm threw the print outs across the room. "She's been gone for a whole damn day now and instead of going out there and searching for her, we're in here. She could be hurt, Webb. Or worse." He ended softly.
"Don't give up on her, Rabb. She's a marine and you out of anyone know that she doesn't give up. And we'll find her, but what do you want to do go out there and search for her with no leads? There's more of a chance of finding a needle in a haystack. We don't even know if they're still in Iceland."
"I-.I don't know." Harm answered defeated. "I just, it's driving me crazy. She's out there and I have no clue how to find her."
Webb snorted slightly. "You act like you're the only person in the world that cares about her. You don't think I want to find her? God, I don't know what I'd give to know where she is right now, so shut up and look at the print outs!"
Harm's jaw tightened as did his fist.
"Oh, did I upset the righteous Harmon Rabb?" Webb rolled his eyes. "You know, I wonder if this is even about Sarah. Maybe it's about you being the hero in everyone's eyes, getting the glory and all that. Because I know what's going to happen, you'll find her and everyone will say how wonderful you are and then you'll ignore her again." The next thing Webb saw was the floor.
Harm shook his hand slightly, his knuckles a bit sore from making contact with Webb's jaw. "How dare you question anything about my feelings for her? You know nothing, Webb. Absolutely nothing! If it was about getting all the glory, then why would I be here? I certainly didn't get any glory after resigning my commission and following her to Paraguay. I saved her then and found her fawning all over you. Then I get home and I lose my job and by the fault, my friends. So, where's this glory, Webb? Huh?! If that's what I was after, I'd have learned my lesson months ago."
Webb pushed himself back up into his chair, rubbing his jaw slightly. "So you're in love with her or something?"
Harm gathered the printouts. "Mac knows how I feel about her." His tone was softer.
"Obviously she doesn't. If she did, she wouldn't be as miserable as she's been ever since Paraguay. Do you ever stop to think that maybe she's afraid to assume anything when it comes to how you feel about her? That she's afraid of being wrong and having you reject her again?"
"Again? What do you mean again? And since when are you the relationship specialist, Webb?"
"Again as in Sydney Harbor when she basically threw herself at you only to be told no and it doesn't take a rocket scientist to see the holes in your relationship."
"She-.she told you about Sydney?"
Webb nodded slightly. "Yeah, she did. She told me a lot about your 'relationship'. We had a lot of time to talk when we were held captive and she seemed more at ease when she was talking about you."
Harm looked up slowly. "Really?"
"Yeah." Webb mumbled. "Anyway, let's get back to the print outs okay?"
Harm nodded slightly and began to study the papers again, searching for any clue as to where they took Mac.
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SAME TIME UNKNOWN LOCATION
ICELAND
Mac began to pile up anything and everything that she could find or break loose. After searching the entire room, she found no better option. She still wasn't quite high enough to reach the grate. She sighed in frustration. Now what? She jumped to try to reach the pipe that led to the grate, but still couldn't quite reach.
She once more scanned the room. If she could find something to connect to the pipe, maybe she could pull herself up. She looked down at her clothes. Her belt wouldn't be long enough but maybe her pants would work. They were made of a strong material that would definitely support her weight. She stepped down off the pile and took off her combat boots, taking a deep breath before removing the pants. A gasp escaped her as the cold air hit her bare legs.
Mac shook herself and climbed back onto the pile. After several failed attempts, she finally got her pants to flip over the pipe, a sigh of relief escaping her. She took a few deep breaths before starting to pull herself up, hissing slightly from the excursion it needed from her cold muscles. She finally got up high enough to push the grate up and to the side. She rested for a moment before beginning to swing herself.
Soon, she kicked her legs up and into the opening. She squirmed, moving her legs more into the ventilation system. When she had them in enough she rested once more before gritting her teeth and sitting up. She pulled the pants along with her as she disappeared into the opening.
TBC ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~