Title : Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil

Author : Jaggie 107

Disclaimer : JAG characters belong to DPB, CBS and Paramount. I have no idea who the characters of 'Sue Thomas, F.B.Eye' belong to, but I hope all parties will allow me to have a little fun for a little while, and replace them all when I'm done. Thank you. (PS - A little 'Navy NCIS' creeping in too! Oops!)

Rating : G to PG-13

Author's Notes 1 & 2 : See Default Chapter

Apologies for the long delay in posting more chapters - I have had my husband home on leave and in that time the episode 'Persian Gulf' aired and took Sadiq out of the equation. I've decided that (to quote others) in my universe, Sadiq is still alive and well and causing chaos - but not for long! Now I'm back in my stride I'm working on further chapters while waiting for reviews (please!) on this one. Thank you!

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Leavenworth Prison - Kansas - Wednesday, 1420 Local Time

"Ma'am, we have the prisoners you requested to interview in separate rooms down the hall. Who do you want to talk to first?" The desk sergeant spoke to Mac.

"I will interview Mr Davison, my colleague will interview Mr Graves. Bud?"

"Yes, Colonel. Where shall I meet you after the interview?"

"Whichever of us finishes first, wait outside the interview room of the other, okay?"

"Yes, Ma'am." Bud acknowledged Mac's instructions and then followed her and the desk sergeant to the interview rooms. The sergeant stopped in front of the first of a row of four doors. "The walls are pretty thick in here, Ma'am, but voices can still carry. We have Davison in here, and Graves is in the end room. Do you require anything else at this time?"

"No, thank you, sergeant. Are the men restrained?"

"As per SOP's, Ma'am, and there is an MP in there also. You'll be quite safe."

Mac faced the sergeant and looked him square in the eye. "I will ignore the innuendo in that last statement, sergeant. Be warned, though, I will not be so lenient a second time."

"Yes, Ma'am. No slight intended, Ma'am."

Mac turned to Bud, and he saw the slight tilt to her lips as she spoke. He would have loved to have grinned at her, knowing she could quite easily take any man down to submission, but his inbuilt regard for regulation kept his humour in check. "Ma'am?" he asked.

"Follow the sergeant down to Graves' room, Lieutenant."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Mac entered the interview room that held former the former seaman, Richard 'Rick' Davison. At her entrance both the MP and the prisoner stood to attention.

"Mr Davison, I am Colonel Mackenzie, from JAG. I take it you contacted your lawyer regarding this visit?"

"Yes, Ma'am. My lawyer said it would be okay for me to listen to what you have to say. If I feel I need his advice I can ask to have another meeting with him present."

"Yes, you can. It would, however, have been more in your favour if you had requested him to be here at this meeting."

"He didn't think it was necessary, Ma'am."

Mac glanced at Davison as he spoke.

"My lawyer said this would just be a formality, Ma'am." Davison added, smirking slightly. It was the expression on his face that alerted Mac to the fact that, just maybe, he was the person behind the terrorist deal. But if that were the case, why had he let himself be imprisoned?

"Mr Davison, your lawyer couldn't have been more wrong. His presence at this meeting was a necessity, and it will most certainly not be a formality when I advise you that, pending your response - the value of which, quite frankly, is lacking in credibility at this point - you would perhaps have been released into the custody of the US Navy JAG's office to follow up a lead on your case and perhaps clear you of all charges. That offer, however, is now a moot point."

"You have evidence to clear me?" Davison dropped the smirk and sat up in his chair suddenly. The MP made a move to shoulder his weapon, but at Mac's signal he stood down.

"That would depend on you and your fellow inmate, Graves."

"Graves? He's still here? I was told he'd been released. I haven't seen him for a few days."

"He's still here. And is likely to remain so, unless the two of you can tell us what we want to know about the death of Wilson."

"I had nothing to do with Wilson being killed."

"I have an attested statement that you and Graves were involved with Wilson on his deal. You said, and I quote - 'The guy's military too, and he wouldn't blink at turning us in to save himself. I bet he's the one who got Wilson killed, to get in on the deal with Sadiq.' " Mac sat back in her chair and waited for Davison's response.

"There was no one else on that deck," he muttered, almost to himself. Shaking his head he smirked at Mac. "It's impossible. You're lying, Colonel. We were alone on that deck; there was too much noise from the quay for anyone to have overheard us talking. You can't prove we said anything about Wilson. We could have been talking about the weather for all you know."

Mac nodded in assent. "For all I know, yes, but I happen to have access to one of the FBI's language specialists, and she reads lips, fluently. I suggest you call your lawyer again, Davison, and tell him you want to deal. Otherwise, you're spending the rest of your natural life here in Leavenworth." At that, Mac stood and made her way to the door. Without turning around she added softly. "You might want to hope that Graves hasn't sold you down the river."

"He couldn't, Ma'am, even if he wanted to. He doesn't know anything. I was the one who went with Wilson to meet his contact. With him dead, there's only me left to identify the officer."

Mac turned to face Davison. "So, are you prepared to tell us who this man is?"

"Yes, Ma'am, and you won't need my lawyer present, I will tell you of my own free will."

"You just did, Davison. I neglected to add that you mentioned 'we both saw' the military contact; that means Graves saw him too. But it wasn't the real man, just someone paid to impersonate an officer. Graves is young, and very nervous - he'd salute anyone in a uniform of a higher rank than his without really knowing if the person was a bonafide officer. You are the man who dealt with Sadiq, and you are the man who killed Wilson because he wanted in on the deal too. What did Sadiq promise you, Davison? A life as a millionaire somewhere in a desert kingdom? The Emirates maybe, or Bahrain, maybe even Saudi Arabia."

"You don't know anything, Ma'am." Mac turned to face Davison as he spoke, drawing his words out in a scathing voice.

"On the contrary, Davison, I know everything. By now so does Sadiq, and you just might be having a visit from a friend of his. He likes to keep tabs on his contacts, and even if you are in here, he knows exactly what you are doing and who you are speaking to. I would imagine by now he's even found it that it is me you're talking to, and as we have 'history' you might say, he'll be even more interested to find out what you have told me - before he has you eliminated."

"No! You don't know Sadiq! You're trying to get me to slip up. I won't. When I get out of here, you will never find me. Sadiq has promised me immunity in his world..."

"Davison, immunity to Sadiq is just another word for 'dead'." Mac turned to the MP on duty and instructed that no calls were to be made by Davison. Mac herself would contact his lawyer and have him meet her back at JAG HQ. "Place Davison in solitary confinement for the time being - I will make other arrangements for him by the end of the day."

"Yes, Ma'am." The MP saluted and Mac knocked on the door to be let out. As she left the room Davison slumped in his chair, knowing he was defeated, the smirk gone from his face.

Bud was waiting outside the room for Mac and got to his feet as she appeared. Mac smiled and walked across to him.

"How did it go with Graves?" she asked, not expecting much drama from Bud's interviewee.

"About what you expected, Ma'am. He confirmed Davison was the 'talker' of the two of them, dealing with Wilson, and his contact. He did see the man mentioned by Miss Thomas, but he didn't know who the man was. Except that he wore three bars."

"It was a ruse, Bud. The man was wearing a fake outfit, and is no more an officer than I fly F-14's. Davison put the man up to trick Graves into thinking there was a 'higher authority' in the deal. He killed Wilson himself, and then made out that he was as innocent as Graves. All we have to do now is keep him alive long enough to give us more information on Sadiq's latest deal, if he knows anything."

"He's in Leavenworth, Ma'am. That should be protection enough. But I don't understand why he let himself be imprisoned. If he's the head honcho how come he didn't just let Graves take the fall?"

"It would have looked too suspicious - Graves is too nervous to have master-minded a plan like this. Davison was prepared to sacrifice some of his time and be imprisoned, believing that Sadiq would arrange for him to be released at a later date, and then he would receive his payment for the goods, and live with Sadiq's protection."

"That's dumb, Ma'am," Bud spoke up, the look of amazement on his face that someone could be so gullible.

"Greed affects people in strange ways, Bud." Mac nodded briefly and then started walking towards the exit of the building. "Come on, let's get back to DC. I'm starving, and I could murder a burger!"

Bud grinned widely. "Yes, Ma'am." As did Harm, Bud stood in awe of Mac's appetite and her fondness for Beltway Burgers.

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To be continued