See chap one for disclaimers

It was safe to say, after a week with harm and Mac incommunicado, that the Admiral was pissed. His people were supposed to be on leave exactly two weeks and return to JAG and help pick up the slack. But now, three weeks, with Mac and Webb being held hostage, God only knows where, Rabb and his RIO shot down over enemy territory, Commander Lindsey turning his entire office upside-down, and to top it all off, Harriet was going into labor, AGAIN on his office floor, the ambulance nowhere in site.

Being pulled out of his musings by Harriet's screams, he leaned down to asses the situation. Bud was at her side holding her hand, and Sturgis right next to the Admiral ready to help in anyway possible. He sighed when he saw the babies head crowning. This was going to be a long week. He just knew it.

"Okay Harriet," he said in a gentle but commanding voice, it's time to push now."

"I don't think," Harriet said panting, "I can" she finished, her face red and sweaty with exhaustion.

"You can and you will. And I swear if you have one more child on my office floor, I'll have you both court marshaled!"

Bud and Harriet grimaced at the sound of their commanding officers voice, even though they knew he was kidding. Well at least they hoped he was.

"Admiral, I'm sorry to interrupt-" Lindsey said barging into the admiral's office, but stopped when he saw the scene on the floor.

"Am I interrupting?" he asked.

"You're damn right you are, and if you don't show some respect for a commanding officer, namely me! Then I'll have your six transferred to Alaska, so fast your head will spin! OUT!"

Commander Lindsey turned tail and left without another word.

He turned back to Sturgis and shook his head. "God, I'll be glad when Rabb and Mackenzie get back. At least with them you know what to expect."

"Like shooting up the courtroom sir?" Bud asked, a small smile playing on his face despite the immense pressure Harriet was applying to his hand.

The Admiral grunted in response and told Harriet to start pushing. It was going to be one hell of a week.

Thousands of miles away in an underground lair, Sarah Mackenzie Rabb was in quiet a predicament. Sure, they had been lost in this underground maze four two weeks three days six hours and fifteen minutes, and sure her shoulder was bleeding heavily from a flesh wound, and she and her husband were suppose to be on the beaches of Maui, but that wasn't quiet what she worried about at the moment. She was more concerned about the man next to her.

Clayton Webb had always been a mystery to her, and if you had asked her two or three years ago if she would ever consider being in a relationship with him, the answer probably would have been yes. But here he was asking her to leave her husband for him, a man whom she had been married to not even two months. After eight years of knowing him, Sarah Rabb could say with all honesty that she could not figure the man out.

"We should talk about this Clay," she said trying to be reasonable.

He scoffed in response. "Talk? What should we talk about Sarah? I have nothing to say to you."

His voice sounded dead. And Mac knew she had to act fast, she wasn't going to be stuck dragging his sorry six out of this damn maze while he is ready to just roll over and die.

"I love Harm, Clay. That's all there is to it."

"Well he doesn't love you!" he snapped back, not even caring that the enemy might be able to hear them.

"Keep your voice down! Do you want them to hear us?"

Clay sighed and inched closer to her. "You made your self pretty clear Colonel, we don't have anything else to discuss."

Mac shook her head. She knew she wasn't going to get anything else out of him. Switching tactics she leaned against the wall wincing slightly as her shoulder touched it. "We need to find a way to get out of here Clay. Can you at least focus on that? We can deal with your rejection issues later."

He shook his head and helped her to her feet. "Come on, I think I know a way out."

Accepting his hand she nodded and rose to her feet. Well, at least it was a start.

Harm sighed and readjusted his aching back. He rose to take the next watch. As soon as he got out of here, he decided, he was making an appointment with the chiropractor.

"What are you thinking about there Hammer?" Skates said taking a swig from her canteen.

Harm laughed and took the bottle from her and took a slow drink. "How the hell we're going to get out of here."

Skates laughed. "You know, it seems that every time I fly with you, we get into some sort of trouble."

Harm laughed and gave her a slight push. "What are you trying to say Skates, that I'm cursed?"

Skates laughed, albeit quietly. "Boy you hit the nail right on the head there Hammer."

"Hey at least we completed the mission," he said holding up the tape of the pictures that Skates took. "With this, it'll be more then enough to get some heads rolling."

Skates nodded and took the tape from Harm and put it back into her pack. "If only we can get out of here."

Harm pulled out his map and traced his way to the pick up point. They had made contact with base three days ago and had been told they had to make there way to Romeo Alpha 99. In short, walk forty miles across the flat lands to be picked up. It was beyond dangerous and stupid, but it was better than dying, and it was a hell of a lot better then being caught by the Jihads.

"We're gonna get out of here Skates, I promise. And you know me I-"

"I know, you don't make a promise that you don't keep," Skates said and sighed, rubbing her sun burned face. "You miss the Colonel?"

He shook his head. "I do. But Webb is taking care of her, because if he isn't, I'll kill him."

TBC

Please review. I know it's been so long since I've updated, but I'm working two more JAG stories along with this one. I'll try and update as much as I can. Thank you guys for hanging in with me this long.