AN: First of all I have to apologize for not updating this story earlier. I've had a lot on my mind and I have also had a severe case of writer's block. Finally my best friend's nagging made me start thinking about this story again, and about how much I hate it when people don't finish their stories.
Secondly, it has come to my attention that I accidentally changed Lt. Robinson's name into Johnson. I'm sorry for this. It might become a bit confusing if I were to change it again so I'm staying with Johnson.
Third, Thank you Rabea for nagging on me, and for beta-reading this for me. You are a wonderful friend!

And now on with the story...

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Harm and Mac's Apartment

They had spent the day much like the previous one going through more files and newspaper articles concerning Lt. Johnson. Every single piece of paper mentioning her name had been gathered and Harm and Mac now had the glamorous job of reading them all. They needed somewhere to start. They had talked to people at Johnson's high school who had been there at the time of the fire, but nothing had given them any clue of where to start looking. And now, here they were, sitting in their living room with piles of boxes containing Lt. Johnson's entire life. Well, most of it anyway. Harm had spent the last hour going through more of her high school records. After finding the facts about the fire they had put those aside and forgotten about them, but now Harm was giving them another go. Suddenly he froze.

"Hey Mac, take a look at this..."

"What?" she said looking up from her own file.

"She accused her English teacher of sexual harassment as well... She claimed he offered her a higher grade if she slept with him. It's the same story all over again.

"What happened?" Mac interupted.

The teacher said it was she who offered sex and when he turned her down she filed the charges. The case was dropped. After the whole gymnasium incident, no one was very eager to believe her. After that she dropped out of school and wasn't heard from until she joined the Navy. It didn't help the teacher though. Some of the parents believed her story and wouldn't let their kids come to class. Eventually he couldn't take it anymore and quit."

Harm shook his head. It had been a long night and finally they were getting somewhere.

"God knows how many others she has disposed of in different ways through the years. Every time someone gets in her way she either kills them or tries some other stunt to get them out of her way. If we had only been more observant in our initial search of her past, Murphy might have been alive today..."

Mac sensed her husband's feelings of guilt. She knew he wouldn't listen if she just told him that it wasn't his fault. It wasn't his fault, but she knew from personal experience that nothing would make you feel any better than time.

"I know," she just said. "Perhaps we should just call it a night and continue this in the morning. We won't do anyone any good if we're exhausted." She looked over at Harm. He still seemed hesitant. "I can think of a few ways to make you relax..."

With that, Harm dropped everything on the coffee table and pulled his wife close to him, kissing her as if he hadn't done so for months even though it had only been a few hours. She gently broke away from him and instead took his hand and began leading him towards their bedroom. She couldn't make him forget about Lt. Johnson and Murphy, but she could damn well distract him for a few hours...

To be continued... SOON I promise!
I have the next few chapters drawn up in my mind, I just need to get them down on paper.

Good? Bad? Interesting?
Tell me what you think...

/Emma