A/N: Big thanks to my Beta for catching my grammar screw-ups.
"If Rabb says he didn't do it then he didn't." Admiral Chegwidden hadn't been particularly happy about being disrupted in the middle of a very peaceful dream to come down here and get one of his attorneys out of Federal custody. It was of some consolation that he wasn't the only one down here. In the same room as himself and the lead FBI agent was Colonel Jim Grant, a few hours due for a shave and with complete bedhead.
"Then all he's got to do is tell us the truth." The Agent shot back at the Admiral.
"He's been doing that for the last hour!" Chegwidden's face turned a heavy crimson. The Agent was unmoved and Chegwidden motioned for Colonel Grant to enter the conversation. "I'm going go get in contact with someone who may be able to help us. Jim get in there and see if you can't pull Rabb's nuts out of the fire, will you?"
"Sure." Both of them left the observation room, the Admiral to go use his phone and Jim to go rescue his friend. Jim burst through the interrogation room door with all the force of a Kansas tornado. "I'm his lawyer, get out!" His voice was forceful and his actions were enough to cause the FBI Agents to jump out of their socks.
"Is this guy really your lawyer?" Agent Kubrick leaned across the table to question Harm.
"Sure is." Harm smiled, he was wondering when someone was going to get here.
"See, now are you going to leave or do I have to repeat myself?" Jim's words were dripping with sarcasm.
"Who are you?" Agent Novack asked.
"Harry Houdini, just watch how fast I make you disappear." The two agents weren't budging. "I wonder what a Federal judge will have to say when I tell him that two Federal agents refused someone in their custody, the right to consult with council. Now vamoose little boys before I have to remove you forcefully." A wide grin was drawn across Jim's face.
"Are you threatening federal agents?" Agent Novack got to his feet.
"Depends, are you stupid enough to risk a physical altercation with a Force Recon Marine?" Jim was never one to back down from a good confrontation.
"He's not under arrest, counsellor, we're just asking him a few questions. Feel free to sit in." Agent Novack kicked the chair out from the table and it fell backward to the floor.
Jim then proceeded to reach across table and pick up Novack's chair for him to sit on. "I like this one, thanks."
"Fine now, Rabb why were you going to meet Kannaplahnik tonight?" Agent Kubrick was determined to get down to business.
"Don't answer that." Jim didn't even look like he was paying attention, in fact he looked like he was falling asleep.
"How did you get in touch with Kannaplahnik?" Agent Novack leaned into the table.
"Don't answer that either." Jim still looked like he was about to fall asleep and Harm couldn't help but laugh as he saw how his friend was getting on the nerves of the two agents.
"Why were you trying to get in touch with Kannaplahnik?" Novack was pressing now, his frustration evident.
"Don't answer that, gee, I sound like a broken record." Jim looked innocently up at the agents.
"Are there any questions your client can answer, counsellor?" Novack was pissed.
"Why don't we start with his favourite colour? Or how he spells his name, those seem harmless." Jim tossed Novack an amused smile. At this point, Harm was sure that if he wasn't under federal investigation, he'd be laughing his ass off.
"Fine, Commander, what is your favourite colour?" Novack could barely get the question out from between his teeth.
"Don't answer that." Jim repeated.
"Why not!" Novack screamed at the two way mirror behind which Admiral Chegwidden was breaking into hysterics.
"I don't like you, you're…mousy. You, Agent Kubrick, you can ask the questions." Jim was just trying to buy time for the Admiral's contact to get here.
"Okay, Commander Rabb, what's your favourite colour." Kubrick couldn't believe he actually had to ask this question.
"Navy blue." Harm's tone was neutral.
"There now, was that so hard?" Jim's smile was enough to make even the most stoic of observers laugh. At that moment the investigation was interrupted and unofficially ended by the presence of Clayton Webb. "Now who's this squirrelly little man, hopefully not another one like Novack over there?"
Webb tossed Jim a confused/annoyed 'who the hell are you' kind of look. "Gentlemen I'm Special Assistant to the Undersecretary of State Clayton Webb."
"That's a round about way of saying CIA." Jim was barely awake.
"At this moment, Lieutenant Commander Rabb is officially being taken into the custody of the State department." Harm got up from his chair and started to move to leave the room.
"Gentlemen, I'd like to say it's been a pleasure, but I'd be lying." Harm nodded at Kubrick before leaving the room.
"Oh and Novack before I forget…" Jim stuck his tongue out at the agent and followed Webb and Harm out of the interrogation room. Out in the hallway Chegwidden was waiting for them.
"Well that was certainly one hell of a performance the three of you put on. I should only ever be forced to deal with you three when you're sleep deprived; I think you're better at your jobs." The Admiral walked down the hallway in step with the other men. "I believe some introductions are in order. Clayton Webb, Colonel Jim Grant USMC. Jim, Clayton Webb CIA."
The two men shook hands. "Mac not at JAG any more?" Webb's question was asked innocently enough but it cause all three men to miss a step. None of them missed the fact that it had been twenty-seven days since Mac last walked out the big glass JAG doors. All three of them shot him a nasty look. "Sorry, I didn't know."
"Never mind that, all three of you go home and get some shut-eye. We're going to need all three of you at the top of your games tomorrow if we're going to fight this thing." The Admiral turned toward his car the second they got into the parking lot. Webb got in his car and Harm and Jim headed toward the car Jim had come in.
"Tomorrow's going to be one long day. Thanks for hauling ass out here for me buddy." Harm slugged his friend in the shoulder as they piled into his Jeep Cherokee.
"Not a problem, I was a little confused that you didn't call Mac though." Jim turned the key in the ignition and felt a cold air suddenly take over the car. "Why do I feel a storied reason coming for why you didn't call Mac?"
"It happened at the Dining Out…" Harm sighed and started.
"I figured. When I saw her lead you out into the alley and come back into the bar alone that something had happened. I don't think I need to hear more." The Jeep pulled out of the parking lot and out into the night.
The next morning Harm, Webb, Jim and the Admiral were all gathered in the Admiral's office. "Rabb, based on what I found out about your interrogation last night, you mentioned something about a Russian Colonel named 'Micha' which is of course short of Mikhail. So I went through files to find pictures of Russian military Colonels name Mikhail." Webb began to shuffle through the pictures until Harm pointed out the man he saw.
"That's him, that's Micha." Harm stated as his eyes widened.
"Actually Rabb, I was kind of hoping you'd point to this one. Especially since our Colonel here has a bit of a history with him. That's Colonel Mikhail Parlovsky, Ru…"
"Russian Army, Intelligence and all things extraordinaire." Jim interjected from his place over near the door of the office. "Parlovsky's a heavy hitter. My guess is that Mr. Webb has been trying to trail him since he's been in the country but Parlovsky keeps giving him the slip."
Everyone in the room looked up at Jim with surprise except Webb who seemed self-satisfied. "Our own Colonel took part in one of the greatest cat and mouse chases of the Cold War with Colonel Parlovsky through the streets of Warsaw during a Polish winter when Colonel Grant was stranded behind enemy lines."
"What does any of this have to do with me Webb?" Harm looked up from his chair at he cocky CIA agent.
"Well Rabb, you can identify Colonel Parlovsky, some thing that would be very embarrassing for the Russian government. Parlovsky also thinks you have the dossier, containing information which would also embarrass the Russian government." Webb was informative but he was skating around the point.
"What Webb is trying to dance around is the fact that Parlovsky wants to minimize the threat you will cause to his government, which is why I'm about to request a half day so I can go and get him." Jim seemed dead serious. The Admiral tossed the Colonel an approving nod and the Marine swept out of his office.
1100 EST
HARM'S APARTMENT
NORTH OF UNION STATION
A tall, lanky grey-haired man cautiously closed the door to the apartment to find all the lights off. Slowly he made his way near to the island in the kitchen area. It was then that he'd heard the clicking back of the hammer of a gun and froze in his tracks.
"Walther PPK. German made by the sounds of it. I knew a Marine in Warsaw who used one once. A personal preference." The heavily accented voice could hear the breathing of a relic that he thought time had buried under the sand.
"What happened to him?" The man in the chair let out a puff of smoke from his cigar.
"My only failed mission was him. I tracked him down for three months through the streets of Warsaw, as well as the countrysides of Western Poland and East Germany. My mission was to kill him or capture him, his mission was to get out. The day he made it into West Germany I was recalled to Moscow. Of course you already knew that…Captain Grant." The grey-haired man turned on heel to come face to face with a figure sitting in the shadow.
"It's Colonel now, Micha. It was eighteen years ago that you chased me through Eastern Europe. But it seems that this time, the mouse has trapped the cat." Jim got up out of the chair, gun steady on his Russian counterpart.
"All those years ago, my mission was to kill you. What is your mission now, to kill me?" The questioning eyebrows were not lost on Jim.
"I'm here to get the truth Micha, you remember truth? It's that pesky character trait that separates spies like you from soldiers like me. It's what kept me alive that winter and what could kill you right now." Jim advanced on him.
"Truth is a matter of perspective." Parlovsky growled.
"My perspective says you're coming down to JAG Headquarters with me." Jim got too close and Parlovsky wrestled for his weapon. The two men jostled for the gun, Parlovsky managed to get a free hand and hit Jim with a needle to his arm. Suddenly the room became very dark and it was all over.
When Harm came home that night he saw an ambulance out in front of his building and a team of FBI agents combing his apartment. The paramedics were standing over the body of his friend. "What happened to him?"
"He was hit with a dose of Sodium Pentothal. It knocked him out pretty hard." The Paramedic responded. Harm went further into his apartment and found Agents Novack and Kubrick in his bathroom.
"You'd better have a warrant for this search." Harm demanded and Kubrick pulled one from the inside pocket of his jacket. Just as Harm was reading the warrant Agent Novack pulled something out of the toilet tank.
"Well what have we here? Israeli ammo perhaps? What do you want to bet that it matches that slug we took out of Kannaplahnik?" Novack looked liked he'd finally beaten Harm. Kubrick pulled out his handcuffs and turned Harm around. "Harmon Rabb, you are under arrest for the murder of Igor Kannaplahnik."
It had been a long day for Harm, a very long day. He sat in his cell at the brig, waiting, hoping that someone might come and interrupt his monotony. Meeting the young sergeant that he had defended a few years back was at least some perk to his day. It meant he had someone to talk to, when he felt like talking. The window was sufficient company, and outlook on the world, his only outlook on the world at this point.
"Rabb! You've got a visitor!" Harm got up from his position near the window and walked to the cell door. The young sergeant escorted him to the visitation room. 'If there's a God, my visitor will be Mac.' The door opened and Harm saw who had come to visit him. 'It's Webb, well Satan's still alive and kicking.' The Sergeant led him into the room and stood guard outside the door.
"Rabb, listen I don't have a whole hell of a lot of time. Here's the dossier, you wanted, it wasn't easy to get." Webb seemed rushed to say the least.
"Fat lot of good the dossier does me now Webb, in case you've forgotten I live behind a few inches of wrought iron bar." Harm was sarcastic, he hadn't had a peaceable sleep in a while, prison racks weren't the best for getting any shut-eye on.
"That's why you're going to need this." Webb slid a pistol out from under the sleeve of his jacket into Harm's hands which immediately slid the pistol into the sleeve of his current brig attire.
"No wires in any of this right Webb?" Harm's stern expression was an attempt to break all of Webb's BS.
"Of course not Rabb, what do you think of me?" Webb tried to sound offended and Harm chuckled slightly under his breath. "Guard!" Webb cried aloud so that the Marine sergeant would come and fetch Harm. Harm walked back to his cell trying to look defeated but his posture was only to prevent the gun in his sleeve from sliding down into his hand too early. As the young, familiar Marine sergeant went to guide him into his cell Harm pulled his gun.
"I'm sorry about this sergeant." Harm's voice showed a distinct sincerity.
"You gotta do what you gotta do, sir." The young man admonished. "They may charge me with dereliction of duty for the this sir." The young man seemed to be making one last plea.
"If they do sergeant, I'll defend you." Harm sounded almost honourable with his offer. "One more thing sergeant, I'm going to need your clothes."
A little less than two hours later Harm was standing in the only place in the world left for him, the only place where he could be himself without having to look over his shoulder. He was standing, in the uniform of a Marine sergeant, in front of Sarah MacKenzie's apartment. He knocked on the door and let out a heavy breath. She opened the door and saw him standing there. "If you let me in, you'll be harbouring a fugitive." He was blunt.
She opened the door wide to allow him to enter the apartment. He came walking in, never taking his eyes off of her. "How's your Russian?" She responded with a Russian phrase that he of course couldn't understand. He pulled out the dossier and laid it out on her coffee table. The two of them worked through the remainder of the night and well into the morning.
"As far as I can tell from the dossier, your father was taken to Russia during the war. After the war was over he was released from KGB custody and went into the interior to some place named Tcherilsk near Lake Boshna, after that the trail goes cold." Mac winced and rotated her shoulders to indicate that her neck and shoulders were getting a little stiff. Harm pulled her up into his lap and started to gently massage her shoulders. She let out a soft moan but it became so much, the magic of his hands overtook her. "Oh God yes, don't stop!" She practically yelled.
A burst of static electricity went down her spine at his touch, he was doing it again, just like he'd done the night of her dining out. God the things he could do to her, if only she would let go. She moved on impulse again, craning her neck ever so slightly and raising her right arm she took him by the back of the head and savagely pulled his lips down to meet hers. He lost himself fast as she turned herself around so that she was on top of him, straddling him.
His fingers ran up the inside of her shirt lightly skimming her skin, the featherweight of his touch inducing another moan, this one louder, more possessive. The trouble once again came when their lips parted. "Sarah, we…you said this wasn't fair to any of us." Had she changed her mind, God how he'd hoped.
"Harm, I can't, not any more, even if it's just for this one morning." She purred into his ear as she tore open the Marine uniform shirt that adorned his chest. She went to run her hands up his chest but he took her hands in his.
"Sarah, I care for you, God knows. But I can't, I can't let this be just one morning with you Sarah." He kissed her bitter-sweetly on the lips before grabbing the dossier and going toward the door. "I hope, you understand Sarah, that you mean more to me than one morning can hold." Gently, he closed the door behind him.
"I understand." She sat in the foetal position on the couch clinging to a pillow, gently allowing the tears in her eyes to make tracks down her cheeks.
0900 EST
JAG HEADQUARTERS
FALLS CHURCH, VIRGINIA
"Rabb, it's taken some pretty high-scale intervention to keep you off charges for brig break!" The Admiral was trying hard not to explode on Harm, due to the fact that he was pretty sure Webb was knee deep in this whole mess.
"I understand sir." Harm sounded as mechanical as humanly possible.
"Good, now I heard that Commander Imes met with you during your brief residency in the brig. I think you need to get the truth here pretty quick Rabb, I can't have investigations tying up half of my senior staff, not with Major MacKenzie gone." The Admiral looked with concern into the eyes of the young man he was coming to view as his son.
"Sir, about Lieutenant Commander Imes, no offence intended to her or her legal skills but I would prefer an attorney who believed in me which is why I suppose I assumed you were going to assign Colonel Grant to my case sir." Harm tried not to sound disappointed in Imes' behaviour.
"No can do Commander, Colonel Grant went down with anaemia or some damn thing from that injection when he was battling Parlovsky in your apartment. He's on sick leave for a while, though it wouldn't exactly surprise me if he were chasing Parlovsky around DC." The Admiral sat back in his chair. "My suggestion Commander is that you go confer with your council, if you still find yourself in conflict with Imes then you can always exercise your right to civilian council." They both knew he was talking about Mac.
"Aye, aye sir." Harm snapped his heels together then executed a perfect about face before exiting the Admiral's office. It was a little while later that Harm had to appear before Admiral Morris on a hearing as to whether he could be released into his own custody. Morris ended up ruling that Harm, not being a danger to others or himself and not being a flight risk, could be released from custody and so one major obstacle had been overcome. Having been relieved of duties by the Admiral the previous day, and unwilling to find himself under Federal surveillance at his apartment, Harm found himself a safe-house in the form of a ferry down at the pier.
In her office at the Firm, Mac was getting in late, the whole incident that morning with Harm had her a little shook up. "Sarah, have you got the Cullen deposition?" The voice was one she was beginning to regret, that of Dalton Lowne. Mac looked confused at Dalton. "Cullen, remember, the product liability suit? What happened to you last night Sarah, I called but you never answered."
"I uh, I had a migraine Dalton, I went to bed." She lied, she hadn't thought about Dalton at all the previous night.
"Awww, you should've told me, I would've come over and taken care of you." Dalton's sincerity made Mac feel all the worse about the encounter with Harm that morning.
"That's sweet." Mac's voice was laced with a false sincerity that she hated. She hated not honestly feeling for him the way she'd let on. She hated only being with him because he had been the first to express interest, because Harm just hadn't yet. "I'll be in with the deposition in a minute." Mac opened the door of her office and walked in only to find the face of a man she'd never met.
"Miss MacKenzie." The voice had an accent that Mac immediately picked up on.
"Colonel Mikhail Parlovsky." Mac shot back.
"It's so nice to talk with intelligent people." Parlovsky got out of the chair he was sitting in.
"What do you want?" Mac's fuse was short.
"The dossier." Parlovsky's tone was neutral.
"I don't have it." Mac was trying to avoid sarcasm from creeping into her voice.
"I know, your Commander Rabb does, but as of yet he's proven most evasive. What I am proposing is a trade. In return for his turning over the dossier, I am prepared to testify that I killed Kannaplahnik." Parlovsky looked smug.
"And you won't be prosecuted because you have diplomatic immunity." Mac was not impressed.
"Exactly, you're much too smart for a lawyer." Parlovsky quipped.
"Sarah, the Cullen deposition in room 2…" Dalton barged through the door only to find Mac standing face to face with Parlovsky.
"I will be going. I will get in touch with you later to arrange another meeting." Parlovsky turned and left the office leaving Dalton with a questioning look on his face.
Back at the pier Harm was walking around the ferry waiting for someone to come with some news about Parlovsky. When Bud's little red bug pulled up on the pier below him it was a sight of some salvation. Harm noticed two of his friends get out of the vehicle and walk toward the ferry. The two of them got into the boat and Harm looked down from the topside deck. "Bud!"
"Jeez sir, don't you believe in footsteps." Bud was breathing a little heavier, Harm's sudden appearance was quite a shock to him.
"Sorry about that Bud." Harm came down to the main deck. "What brings the two of you by here?" Harm tried to alleviate the tension around the situation.
"Major MacKenzie sent us, with some food and a change of clothes, you know, the basics." Bud replied.
"Mac sent you? Jim since when do you listen to anything Mac has to say?" Harm laughed.
"Since she's no longer a Major, it's foolish for me to argue with her. It's foolish to argue with any woman you can kick your ass." Jim played along.
"Right well you two had better get out of here." Harm turned to head up to the topside deck.
"No." Bud spoke up causing both his senior officers to look in his direction. "Sir, you can't do that. A guy reaches out to help you and you diss him?" Bud was flustered and rightfully indignant.
"Bud listen it's because you're my friend that I don't want you getting in any more trouble than you're already in." Harm was trying to calm his friend down.
"Sir, I've already aided and abetted, I don't know how much trouble I could possibly get in." Bud retorted.
"The man's got a point Harm." Jim smiled, Bud was becoming one hell of a debater and that was going to make him one hell of a litigator.
"Yeah okay, tell Mac, the aviation exhibition at the museum." Harm felt like Mac had suddenly turned into the CO of the whole operation.
"Got it. You want fries with that?" Jim asked as he and Bud turned to head back to the car.
"Just get going. I'd like my friends to keep me out of the brig. God knows Imes seems to be working with Mattoni to put me in there." Harm headed topside and his friends got in Bud's car and drove off.
A little while later Harm showed up at the aviation exhibition, standing near the Stearman exhibit. "Stearman made good machines." Harm instantly recognized the voice from that night in the warehouse.
"I know I own one. What is it you want Colonel?" Harm turned to face the man, who at this moment held his freedom in the palm of his hand.
"The dossier, in exchange you will get my testimony and your freedom." Parlovsky seemed almost devious as he offered his deal. Harm was just about to respond when Webb and his team of goons showed up and surrounded the two men.
"Thanks Rabb, you lead us right to him." Webb looked cocksure and Harm looked perplexed. Webb reached for Harm's weapon and pulled out the magazine to reveal a bug.
"I said no wires Webb." Harm looked like his anger was about to boil over at Webb's cocky smile. Parlovsky picked that moment to make his move. He tussled with two of the agents sending them to the ground. Harm gave Webb and elbow to the gut which had him doubled over in pain. The two men made a run out of the hangar where the exhibit was taking place. "The van!" Harm shouted. Parlovsky climbed into the back and Harm took the driver's seat.
Eventually the van made its way back to the pier and the ferry that Harm had been using as his safe house. "Excellent safe-house Commander, surely no one would think to look for you here." If Harm didn't know better, he'd swear Parlovsky sounded genuine. The two of them stepped on to the ferry. Harm handed Parlovsky the dossier and the older man pulled out his spectacles so that he could read it. "Baiser!" Even though Harm didn't understand a word of Russian, the expression and tone in Parlovsky's voice was enough of a translator. "I swear, if he wasn't dead I would kill him again!" Parlovsky shouted.
"What!" Harm saw Parlovsky throw the dossier down on an old oil drum.
"To think I regretted killing him! The documents Commander, are fake. There is no such place as Tcherilsk or Lake Boshna." Parlovsky lit the documents on fire and started to head up the stairs to the pier.
"Hey you said you'd help me!" Harm shouted.
"Bury the dead Commander, that's my help to you." Parlovsky almost looked like he regretted what he was doing as he turned to go back up to the stairs. Parlovsky looked up and realized that once again, his exit was not to be as easy as he had planned.
"Odd last words for a man who lives in a world of ghosts. Leaving so soon Micha?" The familiar voice combined with the sound of the drawing back of the hammer of a Walther PPK was enough to give Parlovsky a defeated look.
"So the cat and mouse meet at yet another impasse." Parlovsky grinned almost like he was glad he was caught. "I was surprised it took you this long Captain Grant."
"You owe Commander Rabb, his freedom, I'm here to ensure that he gets it." Jim held his gun to the middle of Parlovsky's forehead.
"It appears that you have won the game, Captain, I tip my cap to you." With that, Parlovsky turned and walked back down the stairs to the main deck.
"Harm, Mac's waiting. I'm supposed to ensure that both of you get to trial." Jim smiled as he gave his friend a pat on the shoulder. "Go get into your Class As, your Article 32 starts in about an hour." Harm went to change and the two old adversaries sat out on the deck.
"In all these years that I thought of this game ending, I did not think it would end here." Parlovsky chuckled retrospectively.
"Where did you think it would end Micha?" Jim almost seemed to be familiarizing.
"Some place that was familiar to the chase. Warsaw, Minsk, even Kiev perhaps. If at all fitting it would have ended finally where it paused eighteen years ago, in Berlin." Parlovsky leaned back against the rail on the ferry.
"That certainly was one hell of a day." The two men almost seemed to become friends. "We can't get too friendly now, we'll spoil perfectly good hatred." The two men shared a laugh as Harm came walking out from the cabin in his Class As.
"Ready to go." Harm said with a smile as he leads the way back up to the van on the ferry. The three men piled into the van that took off at a great speed for JAG Headquarters.
JAG HEADQUARTERS
FALLS CHURCH VIRGINIA
All Mac had to do was put Parlovsky on the stand and match the evidence that she'd gathered at the crime scene with his testimony. Mattoni looked like he didn't know what hit him. Mac controlled the courtroom and more importantly, she controlled Parlovsky when he was on the stand. Mattoni couldn't get a single thing out of Parlovsky on cross-examination and that was the final stroke. The judge ruled that there was not sufficient evidence to proceed to court-martial.
"So, is it going to be good luck again this time?" Harm looked intently into her eyes.
"Actually, I need to talk to you about that." Mac looked into his eyes and the two of them made a bee-line for Chegwidden's office. Whizzing passed Tiner the two of them rather brazenly elected to knock on the Admiral's door.
"Enter!" The loud, paternal, familiar tone is heard through the door. Harm and Mac walked through the door, together. Standing side by side in front of the Admiral's desk they both came to attention. "At ease, nice to see you again Major." The Admiral looked up from his paperwork.
"Sir, if I could be so bold, I would like to rescind my request for resignation and terminal leave." Mac's eyed pled more than anything she was saying.
"What happened to your 'long term career goals'? How do I know you won't feel the urge to 'spread your wings' next week?" The Admiral's words were dripping with sarcasm and Harm's face was struggling to contain some rather loud laughter.
"Sir, I could give you a long, well thought out argument about why you should let me come back but the fact is sir, that JAG is where I belong." Mac's argument was convincing, it played to the very virtues that the old SEAL held dear. Chegwidden reached into his desk and produced her requests. "You never processed them sir?"
"You know how things pile up Major, I just didn't have the time. Dismissed." Chegwidden smiled to himself, proud to have his two best senior investigators back on the staff, working together. Harm and Mac walked back into the bullpen to see the most unlikely of pairs standing near their offices talking like old friends.
"You two are still here? And there's no bloodshed? I guess we should be impressed." Mac's sarcasm was evident as she watched the two men give her rather stern looks.
"I told you Micha, these kids have no concept of having a perfectly good adversary." Jim gave his old adversary a well-meaning swat to the shoulder.
"Yes well what can you expect, combat today is so impersonal, they could never become old heroes like us." Parlovsky laughed back. "They should come with us to the bar and hear a real good spy story."
"Let me guess, it starts with 'it was Warsaw, Poland; 1980'?" Harm stated with mock sarcasm.
"Oh good Commander you know how it starts, now I can skip the prologue." Parlovsky's joke got great laughs. With that the four of them walked out of JAG Headquarters, completely unaware of the picture Parlovsky had left on Harm's desk.