A Man Called Ghost

Epilogue

As he sipped the strong Turkish coffee the man looked down at the open paper before him. It really was a pain to get the Washington Post here, but he'd found that with a little money, anything was possible. And really, there wasn't anything better than the Post to provide a view of the political situation in the States. One particular article jumped out at him as he was scanning down the second page.

"New Intelligence Group Approved: Naval Captain Harmon Rabb Jr. to act as Director"

Carefully setting down the delicate coffee cup, the man quickly scanned through the article. There really wasn't a lot beyond what the headline gave. Most of it was background information on the officer named to act as Director for the new group. And from what the man knew of the Captain's past, most of it was fairly accurate, though highly polished. One thing puzzled him though. When had Rabb gone back to the Navy? Presumably the promotion had come with the posting.

With the article was a recent photo taken of Rabb at what appeared to be his promotion ceremony. Standing off to one side and beaming up at him predictably was the lovely Sarah MacKenzie. Now that was one thing he regretted; he wished he'd been able to make her see how much more than Rabb he really did love her. Oh well, the chance would come again he was certain.

A noise at the door of the café tore his attention from the paper just as he was reaching a boiling point. When he looked up he saw one of the idiots he'd hired to act as a bodyguard accosting a slight bespectacled man. Folding his paper the man waved to his bodyguard impatiently to let the other man through. From the intelligence his people had gathered about this particular gentleman, he was expecting to be asked to get "involved" in the elections of a small African nation. Not exactly what he'd had in mind when he decided to go into business for himself, but everyone has to start somewhere.

He reached up and adjusted his glasses as the slightly built man stopped in front of the table where he was seated. "I'm looking for someone called La Arana to do some work for me."

"Yes, I'm La Arana." Clayton Webb said with a tight little smile.

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Author's Note

And there it is. A Man Called Ghost in its entirety, including shippery goodness and my first attempt at really naughty bits.

I admit this last bit is very short, however there really was only one thing to tie up (we'd already made Harm and Mac fight, talk (sort of) and "make up"). What was everyone's favorite traitor doing?

Now for the part where I talk about the future. Well one day I hope to marry a good woman and have lots of children....oh wait. Wrong future. Writing future. I do have a sequel in mind for Ghost, but it is not my main project right now unfortunately. Currently I'm helping two wonderful women with another fanfic, but more importantly, in the near future I'm going to be focusing on the novel I'm writing (I really really want to get published so I can quit my job and write all day long!) and getting out a website that I've been putting off too long (sorry ladies). There will be more fanfic from me in future, just not in the near future. Thank you for understanding. :-)

Now for the thanks. To each and every one of you a great BIG Canadian "THANK YOU!" It's a poutine flavoured thank you actually. Now you all know my secret...I'm nuts. ;-) I guess I fit right in here. (for those of you unsure as to what poutine is or what it tastes like shame on you!)