…Till Death Does Us Part - Part 13/22

Disclaimer - See part one for all important information

Friday November 14

1:34 AM

Mac tossed on the couch once again.  She moved her head to look at the closed door of her bedroom.  "How do you get yourself into these situations, MacKenzie?"

She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the voice in her head that was once again demanding for her to tell Harm how she felt. 

"Why can't I just say 'Harm, I love you.'?"  She asked the cold night air around her. 

"No, I have to play the big bad marine.  I have to be the strong one.  This sucks, I love him and I want to be married to him, but not with the words classified swirling around us.  I can't do this, not with him and especially not with my curse."

"Besides if I take that step, I'm just going to get hurt.  I am the one who said never and he's the one who didn't fight.  He's decided to fight now, but I can't have secrets in a marriage.  It's not good.  I've learned my lesson.  Harmon Rabb will only hurt me and I'm tired of being hurt."

4:55 AM

Harm stepped out of Mac's bedroom, wearing the shirt and shorts Mac gave him last night.  In his hands were his tattered clothing.  He looked down at the sleeping figure on the couch.  He carefully looked upon Mac's face and grimaced as he saw the tension in her face and the bags under her eyes.  He knew, he caused them. 

He leaned over and kissed her forehead.  "I love you, Sarah."

Mac muttered something in her sleep, but Harm couldn't figure out what she said.  He then walked towards the door to meet the cab he called to pick him up at 5 am.

Saturday November 22

Harm's Apartment

10:44 PM

Harm sat on his couch reading the latest Intel on another aircraft the CIA say's doesn't exist when his phone rang.  "Rabb."

{"We've got a lead."  Webb said.}

"Where are you?"  Harm sat up and placed the file on his coffee table.

{"Warehouse district off of 27th street.  Get here in fifteen minutes."  Clay told Harm before he hung up the phone.}

Harm walked into his bedroom and grabbed his weapon, jacket, and car keys and left the apartment.

Warehouse District off of 27th St.

11:03 PM

Harm crept to the scene keeping an eye out for anyone.  He spotted Webb singling him to the closest side of the warehouse. Harm carefully and quickly moved towards him. 

"So what do we have, Webb?"  Harm asked.

Clay looked at Harm.  "Kraussman may be sitting in jail, but three of his cohorts are working for him.  We've been tracking them for a few days and finally something broke."

"What broke?"  Harm asked.

"They had a minor slip up," Clay vaguely informed Harm.

"A little more information would be nice, Webb."

"They had to get a new rental car.  They sent someone and he forgot to use a cover name.  For some reason, Kraussman's guys aren't that bright."

"Funny, the ones in Vegas were," Harm muttered under his breath.

"We're just waiting for the right moment to get in."

Harm looked around the area and noticed it lacked a certain hint of agents.  "Clay, do we have back-up?"

"You and me."

"We have no back-up?"  Harm stared at Clay in disbelief.

Clay glanced at him.  "I called them after I called you.  I was told to wait, but in case you haven't noticed, it looks like they are going to leave soon.  I think they know we're on to them." 

Harm shook his head wondering if he would get out of this.  Clay noticed the look.  "I haven't gone rouge, if that's what you're thinking.  I followed a lead and ended up here.  I called for back-up, but they demanded more proof."

"How much more do you need?"  Harm asked.

Clay pointed to the doorway of the warehouse. "We need to get inside and record anything we can.  These are the guys, Harm."

"Back-up is on the way?"

"Ten minutes."  Clay moved towards the door with a semi-reluctant Harm behind him.

Clay slowly opened the solid door and the two men slid inside and crept towards a group of boxes.  The voice of men could be heard but no words could be made out.  Clay looked over the boxes and noticed another pile closer to the men.  He motioned to Harm, before he moved.

Harm looked to the right and counted the men.  Three stood near a table engrossed in their conversation. He then looked towards Clay and watched as the man pulled a small tape recorder out of his pocket and turned it on.  Harm decided to move to another pile of boxes on the other side of the warehouse, where he would be able to see Clay and the men.

Clay froze as Harm moved and turned on the recorder as the men started to talk again.  From Harm's new angle he could see what the men were looking at.

"This one ought to work," A tall man with red hair said.

"That's what you said the last time," A shorter man replied.

The redhead looked at the shorter man.  "It would have, if someone didn't program the sensor correctly.  I remember telling you for ignition, not key lock."

The shorter man was about to respond, when the third man cut him off.  "Quit it both of you, let's just get her.  After she's gone it will be easier to get the man.  Do we have enough to get both of them?"

"Yeah, but we just need to get them together again," The short man sighed. 

"Why didn't you do it while he was staying with her?"  The third man asked.

The red haired man ran his hand though his hair.  "We didn't have enough of the supplies till a few days ago when you brought in the rest."

The third man took a deep breath feeling like he was the only one with brains in the bunch.  "Let's create a situation. Do we know anyone, who owes us a few favors?"

"A few but," the redhead began but he was cut off by the ringing of a cell phone.

Harm's eyes shot to Clay who was quickly searching through his pockets looking for the ringing device.  He found it and turned it off, and cussed at himself for accidentally turning it on.

The three men quickly grabbed their guns off of the table and two moved towards where the ringing was.  Clay looked towards Harm, but was spotted by the redheaded man.

"I wouldn't try it." 

Clay looked at him and the aimed gun.  "I got lost. Can you give me directions to the nearest gas station?"

End of Part 13