A/N- Sorry it took a little while....here is another chapter....enjoy!

-Somewhere in Iraq-

Harm awoke in a cold small, dark, and damp room. He sat up and opened his eyes. It was pitch black and there was only a crack of light coming in from under the door. His head was killing him from his landing. He felt around trying to get associated with his surroundings. He felt a wall a few feet away. 'It's brick and it has dirt floor, at least that is what it feels like.' he thought. There was a twist of a lock and the door swung open. He tried to back himself into what he assumed was the corner of the room. Harm squinted, as his eyes were not adjusted to the light.

"Hello Mr. Rabb" whispered a deep, hard voice.

Harm shook all over, something in that voice frightened him.

"How are we doing?" the man walked over and sat in a chair. He left the door open, but Harm couldn't escape, because there was a large guard standing in front of it. "You see Mr. Rabb; if it wasn't for me you might have been killed. You never know what you might run into in the woods. Especially when you are all alone." the man chuckled.

'So they didn't find Skates, or did they and they just want to save it and use her for leverage later on. Oh, God please let her be safe.' Harm thought as he stared at the face of the man who wanted to condemn him. The man was dark skinned, defiantly Arab, medium height, dark hair, and a thick accent. 'That's it!' he thought. Harm realized why this man scared him so much. He was just like Sadik Fahd.

"Now Mr. Rabb, I only have a few questions for you." He leaned forward in his chair and folded his hands. "Where is Sadik Fahd?"

'This man has got to be kidding. He has to know that Fahd is dead. Mac shot him about a year ago. How could he not know?' Harm began to wonder how this man could not know. "He is dead." he said confidently.

"No, I don't believe he is. I think you are lying to me, and let me tell you Mr. Rabb, you don't want to lie to me. Now tell me where Fhad is." he hissed through clenched teeth.

"I am telling you he is dead. Even if he wasn't why ask me? I never met the guy."

"Then how are you so sure he is dead?"

"I just know. He is a terrorist everyone knows when one is killed."

The man walked right in front of Harm. "Wrong answer Mr. Rabb." he snapped his fingers and two huge men barged in and grabbed Harm. He tried desperately to try and wiggle free, but he was weak and the men just hit him every time he tried.

-Mac's apartment-0200

Mac lay awake in bed. She couldn't sleep all she could think of was the last time she had seen Harm. She kept repeating the scene in her head. He had said I love you. The one thing she had been waiting so long to hear from him. It had been 5 days since she had checked her e-mail and found nothing from him. She was worried about him and couldn't sleep, so she got up and went into the kitchen to make herself some tea. She was about to sit down and drink her tea when there was a knock at her door. She looked at her watch. "Who in the world could it be at this hour?" Mac walked to the door and looked out the peephole. Mac quickly unlocked the door. "Mrs. Burnett, what are you doing here at 2:00 in the morning?" She had only met Harm's mother once and it was only because something bad had happened to him.

"Call me Trish, Mac." she sighed. "Can I come in?"

"Oh sure, sorry about that." Mac noticed that Trish looked tired and depressed. Trish walked into the living room. Trish was nervous and she slowly sat down on the couch and looked into Mac's worried face. "Trish what is wrong?"

Trish sighed "Sit down Sarah."

A/N- I love being evil....don't worry there are not as many cliff hangers after this...well at least I think not....LOl....muhahahah.....please review.:)