See chap one for disclaimers, and read the A/N: at the bottom of the story. Thanks

Mac, shocked, and still blindsided by what Webb had done, let his lips stay on her just a little longer then she would have liked. When she pulled back, he was breathing heavily and staring intently at her. She wiped at her mouth, ignoring his hurt look, but before giving him a chance to explain, she laughed and said, "yeah I'm defiantly gonna let Harm have you."

"Sarah," he said cupping her cheek in his hand, but he didn't get to finish. Mac quickly stood up and started pacing the small room.

"Is this why you brought me on this mission with you, to get me away from Harm? You remember him, don't you, the man I married not a week ago?"

"But he doesn't deserve you Sarah! You deserve so much better then him! He has hurt you so many times in the past. I'll never do that to you Sarah. I'll always be there for you."

Mac slowly shook her head, and even in the dimmed light, she could see his disappointment.

"I love Harm, Clay. Let's just figure out how in the hell to get out of this mess. And then-"

"Then what Mac? Christ! What else is there to say?"

He said and started pacing as well. He started muttering things, and even being so close to him, Mac couldn't make out everything he was saying. Only things like doesn't understand…need to get out of here…isn't worth it…

Sighing, Mac ran a hand through her hair and sat back on the cold ground. He was right about one thing, she thought. They did need to get out of here. And she needed to get back to Harm. And as far away from Clayton Webb as possible.

Harm's POV

Night was falling, and even though it was technically safer to travel at night Skates, who was reading the map with a low light flashlight predicted, we were about twenty miles in the red zone. I was surprised, but frustrated all the same. I had originally predicted we were father in the red zone maybe fifty or sixty miles. But even though we were closer to safety then I thought, we still had a lot of walking to do, and with or com (communications) gear smashed there would be no way to get a line to base for a quick extrication.

"How you doing there Hammer?" Skates said.

We had stopped for the night, walking about six or seven miles before the exhaustion finally set in. I had volunteered for first watch, but Skates had yet to fall asleep. I didn't really blame her. Who could fall asleep with the knowledge that you might never wake up again, or worse yet, waking up in the hands of the enemy?

"Not so bad, just thinking. Can't sleep huh?"

She scoffed, "not a chance."

Laughing, I turned to her. "can't blame you."

We sat in silence a bit longer before she finally spoke.

"You know what I've been thinking Harm? That even with all that is going on in the world, that regular people, with regular houses, jobs and car can still find things to complain about, when they should be thanking there lucky starts that they live in a free world. The things that we see and face every day make me see it. I'm lucky to have what I do, and so are you. You have a job you love, a wife and friends to boot."

I laughed, albeit quietly. "You getting philosophical on me Skates?"

She laughed, but didn't respond. She did have a point, I was lucky to have what I do. Marrying Mac was the best thing that ever happened to me, and I knew that neither hell nor high water would keep either of us from keeping that.

Sturgis's POV:

There were some times that my father was a Chaplin, that when things were rough, or when I had a hard time making sense of things he would always be there. And even when he wasn't his words would stay with me guiding me in what to do. But there were times I wasn't.

And it was now.

Commander Lindsey was up to something, I knew it, the admiral knew it, hell the whole staff knew it. But as long as he was doing his job, there was nothing we could do about it. He had teamed up with Lieutenant Singer, making them a lethal team.

Stopping by his office after lunch, I intended to ask him about a case we working on when I noticed a legal pad on his desk full of notes about Harm and Mac. Knowing it was wrong, and not caring I moved in for a closer look.

The page highlighted the last few cases harm and Mac had been working on together, highlighted were words like unsupervised TAD's concerning members of the opposite sex, and information on Harm's brother.

"Is there something I can do for you Commander?" Lieutenant Singer says popping her head in the door.

I hold the folder up in front of me, "I was just about to leave this for Commander Lindsey. Do you know where he is?"

"He went to interview a witness for the Kales case. He's not due back for another hour." She said and spied the legal pad I was looking at. Acting quick, I put the file right on top on the paper and walk out forcing her to back up. I shut the door behind me and turned to face her. "Thank you for your help Lieutenant," I said and made a b line back to my office.

Sitting down at my desk, I sighed. I'm usually not one to listen to scuttlebutt, but from everything that Bud and Harriet has told me, it seems that Commander Lindsey wasn't just out to get Harm and Mac, he was out to crucify them.

TBC

Okay so I know it has been forever since I have posted and there is not excuse for it but I just started college again and am taking sixteen credits this semester, about six classes. On top of that I pull in about 20 ours of work a week, and on top of that I teach a class two nights a week. So I've been a bit busy. I hope to have another chapter of Sometimes no words are needed tomorrow, please read and review.