AN: Hiya! Yeah, I know I published the first chapter earlier today, for the none of you that have read this yet, but I got bored and well, I felt like writing today, so second chapter is up now. Here ya go.

Spoiler/Disclaimer: Same as in chapter one. Nothing really changes...

Chapter 2: Day Two

0834 Local
Moving Train in the French Alps

Mac started to wake, feeling chilled and missing the body next to her. Half asleep, she felt a warm, but empty place in the bed beside her. Her eyebrows furrowed as she blinked and squinted sleepily, propping herself up on one elbow. Sighing, she swung her feet off the bed and stood, running a hand through her hair before crossing the small room to their private bathroom. Just as she reached for the knob the door opens and Harm stands in the doorway, followed by a cloud of steam. He holds a rather small towel casually in front of him, naked otherwise. His head rises and his eyes open while he rubs his wet hair with his other hand and for a moment they make eye contact. Mac's eyes widen and she stands, speechless, in big baggy pajama pants and a loose shirt that is left unbuttoned at the top and bottom. Harm's eyes reach the size of dinner plates and his cheeks flame red in an instant – of course, he would blame it on the hot shower.

"Mac!"

She finally unfroze and jumped back as he tightened his grip on the almost useless towel that had been rapidly wrapped around his waist. He closed the door halfway and leaned around it, not much more comfortable with the situation. Mentally, he remembered the time he'd fantasized about her stepping out of his shower clad only in a towel.

"Sorry!" She replied. "I didn't think you'd be in there..." 'Well where else would he be Mackenzie?!' a little voice in her head piped up. "I was still asleep...I didn't see anything!" The understatement of the year. She saw everything and talk about an ego boost! She leaned against the wall next to the door, taking in a few deep breaths. He emerged a minute later, clad in boxers. Mac was about to speak when Harm yanked her close and kissed her, silencing her. A moment later an attendant slid the door open to their compartment. Without turning around, Harm pulled back from a dazed Mac and gruffly censured the man.

"Can't people get any privacy around here?!"

"Sorry sir, just letting you know, breakfast is in fifteen minutes."

"Actually, seventeen minutes and forty seconds, to be exact." Mac said, smiling at Harm's amazement.

"Of course, ma'am, you're right. My mistake. Mr. Renning expects you there." He closed the door and walked off after a moment. Harm let Mac out of his tight embrace and stepped into the bathroom, applying his moustache and putting on his glasses before returning to her.

"Well? How do I look?"

"Very intelligent. But I just hate how you hide those blue eyes..." She caught herself before she began to get lost in the depths of his beautiful sea colored orbs. She turned, going to apply her make up and add her green contacts. He pulled on a sweater over a light green T-shirt and some nice khaki slacks. Mac exited the bathroom in a knee length blue skirt, a sharp white jacket over a gray pinstripe shirt. Slipping into a pair of matching gray heels, she exited on the arm of her 'husband' and they joined Webb, now 'Mr. Renning', at their designated table in the dining car.

"I see you two are on time. I take it you slept well?" Hinting at something he shouldn't, leaning forward with a smug smile on his face.

"Yes, Laura and I slept fine." Harm remembered her alias like his life depended on it because, well, it really did. Mac leaned on his arm, their chairs pushed close together, smiling up adoringly at Harm, playing her part.

"Mm, yes, very well." Smiling, she turned to the plate just set in front of her. "Wow, you spared no expense on this trip, eh Renning?" She plucked her napkin up from the table, shook it out, and laid it across her lap in one swift and fluid motion. Harm's mouth twitched in a smile and he placed his own napkin in his lap, starting into the steaming food.

"I don't need you two fainting of hunger...or lack of sleep." He chuckled. "Eat up." They proceeded to do just that, making small talk to keep the pretense of friends in case one of his team wasn't all they were made up to be. Even the CIA had leaks, and they took no chances.

Once breakfast had finished, Harm and Mac returned to their room quickly, locking the door this time. Mac rummaged around in her bag for a minute or two, Harm trying to enjoy the view without getting caught, unsuccessfully.

"I saw that!" She said, straightening, a paperback novel in hand.

"What?" Harm played innocent, still taking a step back from the could-be-dangerous Marine.

"Starin' at my six. Don't think you're off the hook." Her eyes darted around, looking for a weapon, but none were to be found.

"I did no such thing." He still edged away from her, putting the bed between them.

"Yeah, sure." She looked out the window, and narrowed her eyes, crossing the room in a few quick steps.

"What is it, Mac?" Harm asked, coming to her side and gazing out at the white blanket covering the mountain.

"It's only been a day and a half...and Webb said it was a three day trip."

"What?" Harm was still in the dark.

"We're slowing down."