AN: Hiya! Thanks for all the feedback. It's nice to know yall like this story. Sorry it took me like a month to update with writer's block and all. I couldn't decide which way I wanted the plot to go and I had like 4 different choices! But it's all over, so just to clarify a couple things yall pointed out to me.

Chris: Ok, thanks for noticing my story wasn't too consistent on what language they were speaking. ::thinks:: Well, the people on the train are CIA helpers, so they don't have to speak French...but they are keeping their aliases. I hadn't thought about it all that much, but good job! ::thumbs up::

I'm going to tone down the fluff, you're right they're not dating. They're out of character some, I admit. But to argue, they do have to keep up the façade of newlyweds.

Harley1/Leanne: DOOD! You didn't finish writing your email address on the review you left! Who are you?!?! (P.S. I apologize in advance for any errors since I don't have a beta reader yet. Leanne will be one soon, I hope.)

Lisa/(other person that appreciated cliffie): Yay! Glad you loved it. Here is part three so you can read it. ::notices that no one else really cared about the cliffhanger, so they get a prize:: yay! ::bounceful:: Oh, BTW, if any of yall know Abby –WCD on here, I know her in real life and I act like her now, so if I'm a little hyper, don't worry, it's normal. Ooh, and if ya read any of her stuff, tell her I recommended it! wOOt! (You can find her on a review of this story, I think.)

In the beginning of this chappie I will go in depth on their aliases so yall won't be in the dark anymore, mkay?

Okiday. Whew! That was a lot. Also thanks to (name reviewers) for reviewing too. That takes care of that, so on with the show!

Chapter 3: Between A Rock And A Hard Place

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French Alps

Mac's brown eyes darted around, looking at the white landscape of the mountain.

"We're slowing down." Harm's brows furrowed as he looked outside as well, and sure enough, the trees were passing by slower. Gradually, mind you, but all the same they would eventually come to a stop.

"Something's happening. I think it's time to tell Webb we 'need-to-know'." Harm put on his glasses and checked that his .9 mm Baretta was tucked neatly into his pants at the small of his back before he left the room, Mac hot on his heels.

"WEBB!" Mac yelled, opening the door to his compartment with a bang. He jumped up from the chair he was sitting in and yanked the both of them into his room. Poking his head outside, he looked around for anyone that might've heard. Whirling on Mac, he advanced menacingly.

"What the HELL do you think you're doing, Colonel? You could've bused our covers wide open!" Before Mac responded with a left hook, Harm put a hand firmly on Webb's chest and arrested his movement, partly stepping between them.

"Hey, I think we deserve to know what's going on, and why the train's slowing down."

"What?!" Webb exclaimed, running to the window and looking outside with a minute bit of panic in his eyes which quickly was replaced with calm.

"Damn, they found us. I knew there was a leak in this team. Things were going too roughly for there not to be." He hit the glass with a fist and then just stared out the window, silent. Finally Mac rolled her eyes and grabbed the CIA agent by the collar and shoved him up against the window he had been wistfully looking out of a moment earlier. Her standard issue had found a place in her hand as she leaned into his face with fierce eyes and a scary tone.

"What the HELL is going on here Webb, and don't give me any of that 'need-to-know' crap because I am NOT in the mood." She accentuated her words with a few extra shoves. Harm took a step closer, hoping not to have to stop Mac from beating the pee out of Webb because, hell, he really wouldn't mind. But they needed hip to get out of this, and fortunately, Mac backed off and stepped behind Harm. She glared at the manipulative jerk that'd sucked two top JAG lawyers into another stupid scheme.

"Alright, since the mission's been partly compromised I'll tell you some—" his eyes widened when two handguns cocked in unison, "—ok ALL of what I know. But I'm not promising that it's gonna be a nice story." He received cold stares from blue and brown eyes, so he broke the silence with his own voice. "You know your aliases—" he was cut off as the man and woman automatically said the facts of their covers.

"Tom and Leslie (??) Longfellow, ages 39 and 35. Both fluent in French and English, married 3 months ago, October 15th. Tom is a former small plane technician and pilot, now firearms expert and dealer. Leslie is a skilled kick-boxer, currently a physical trainer and having majored in business, running her own out of the home." The two started to rattle off some more data but the field agent held up a hand.

"I KNOW you know. I wasn't asking for your stories. I was going to say, however, that the two agents before you turned up dead, shot execution style and a not attached saying: 'whoever you are, stay the hell out of our business', or something along those lines." Before he could continue, Webb had to jump back as an enraged Marine Colonel tried to get at him, Harm attempting to gently restrain her.

"You bastard! You mean we could be killed?!"

"You knew this mission was dangerous when you started!" He retorted, anger boiling over inside him too, but as soon as that 6'3" (making up Harm's height but he IS over 6ft tall I heard) figure turned oh him, he was silent.

"I heard you requested us, Webb. I thought we were...well, we never were actual friends, but we had an understanding. I'd hoped you wouldn't ask for anymore favors, but the Admiral's hands were tied – by your boss Kershaw, right? So you purposefully roped us into this knowing full well that we were probably gonna end up missing or worse. But it doesn't matter to you does it Webb? All you care about is yourself. So you know what? Shove all your 'need-to-know' information. I'm getting off this train and going home right now." Harm turned to leave after he'd finished his threatening tirade. Mac followed after, still a little frustrated but knowing now was not the time to start something and pursuing Harm was the smartest thing. The pale faced man called out almost tauntingly when they reached the door.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"Oh yeah?" Mac snarled, whipping around to face the smirking man. "What would you do in my place? I doubt even you would trust yourself in my shoes, Webb." She spat the words at him, and both surprised and angered when he smiled smugly in her face.

"I probably wouldn't. But then again, I don't trust anyone I'm not forced to, and I'm not in your shoes, now am I? Nevertheless, I would listen to what I've got to say if you want to get off this mountain." Harm clenched a fist tightly and his knuckles turned white from the pressure until he released, and looked over his shoulder.

"What do we have to do to get home?"

AN: ::notices:: Hey, another cliffie...sorry this chappie is kinda short, gonna try to make chapter 4 sometime during the weekend. Unsure as to where this is going right now, heh... ::nervous smile:: Sorry that this chapter is so short...but dont get angry?...review instead!

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