Harm finally let himself into the house; he could no longer keep himself at JAG for any reason. Sturgis had suggested going for a drink but Harm declined.

Harm sorted through the mail as he walked in. He dumped his briefcase on the couch them tossed his cover with it, but it sailed off onto the floor. Harm leant over to pick it up and as he stood he noticed the trail of dripping red spray paint down the wall. He stood and read the message then reached for his cell phone.

"Gibbs." The voice on other end answered.

"It's Harmon Rabb."

"If you're looking for an update we are still trying to locate Shaw."

"Well I know where she was earlier today." Harm replied.

"You do?"

"Well I have 'Let her go or die you bitch' written in red spray paint across my living room wall and it wasn't there when I went to work this morning." Harm replied.

"Clear the house and I'll have a team there is a few minutes. Don't touch anything."

"Right." Harm hung up; placing his cover on his head he walked out of the house and took a seat on the steps of the front porch.

Harm stared at his cell phone before punching in the number for Langley.

"Clayton Webb please." Harm responded when the woman asked how she may direct his call.

"Mr Webb is unavailable at the moment, if you'd like to leave a message."

"Too right I'd like to leave a message. Tell him I'm going to hang him out to dry. He was supposed to give me updates on my wife and daughter who he has hidden somewhere and he's been unavailable for at least the last 48 hours. So I want to talk to him..." Harm yelled.

"Perhaps you'd like to call back when you are calmer. Have a nice evening." The woman hung up.

"Have a nice evening." Harm repeated staring at the phone. "You hang up on me and you want me to have a nice evening."

"Who hung up on you?" Sturgis asked from the bottom of the steps.

"Webb's secretary. He's still unavailable." Harm replied. "What are you doing here?"

"I had someone call me when you left. I thought you might want to talk." Sturgis replied spinning his cover around in his hand.

"About what?"

"Whatever you want buddy. May I?"

"Sure pull up a stair." Harm said. Sturgis sat down.

"So how are you holding up?"

"My wife and daughter are who knows where; the only person who does know has gone AWOL. Krennick isn't admitting involvement either way, Shaw has gone into hiding for the most part or at least knows someone is after her and I'm stuck out here for the next few hours."

"I was going to ask why you were sat out here."

"Shaw decided to break in a leave a little message. Gibbs has a team on the way over."

"She broke in?"

"And I thought Krennick was bad enough, now we have to put up with her psycho daughter." Harm sighed. "That beer is beginning to sound better and better."

"After Gibbs gets here you can come back to my place for the night. I've got beer in the fridge."

"Thanks buddy."

"Krennick never struck me as the maternal type." Sturgis commented. "Who'd have thought she'd have a daughter."

"I know what you mean." Harm replied. "She's never made it a secret she covets the Admiral's job and she'll do anything to get it."

"Now Mac on the other hand she always had that maternal streak even when she was being the tough Marine."

"She always has. The first time we met Chloe she walked into JAG and told Bud and Harriet that she was Mac's daughter." Harm recalled. "Then when AJ was born."

"She'll be back in a few days buddy."

"I hope so. Otherwise I'll strangle Shaw with my bare hands when we catch up with her."

"I'd help but you'll need me to represent you." Sturgis joked.

"Thanks. You know Mac is... was supposed to have her twenty week scan on Monday we were going to see if we could find out whether we're getting girls or boys."

"Might be one of each."

"Want a couple more god kids?" Harm asked.

"You and Mac talked about this?"

"Yes. They get the same godparents as Abi. But our wills still say if anything happens to both of us and Mom and Frank can't take them, we want Bud and Harriet to have custody."

"Good thinking."

"I think Krennick is planning on asking for Morris to rule without a court martial."

"No Krennick is smart enough to know that she probably has a better chance of getting off scot-free if this goes to court martial. You didn't work with her; you don't know her that well."

"Eight years should change a person."

"Not Allison Krennick, she's still overly ambitious, she's like Singer in that way. She wants the power and she doesn't care who she has to step over, harass or whatever to get there."

"Faith is good. We'll get her and then we'll prosecute her daughter too."

"You do that."

TBC