PART 10

"Ethan. . . Oh Ethan." A woman moaned as her lover entered her. Wrapping her legs around him, she allowed for them to be even more connected than they were before.

"Lorelei, you are so beautiful." He said, as his blue-green eyes looked into her brown eyes. He leaned down to kiss her. "I lov. . ." Before he had a chance to finish the sentence, he heard someone break down the door.

The two lovers were stripped off of each other and Ethan watched in horror as one of the assailants stabbed Lorelei. Moments later, he was dead as well.

Some say it was a past love of Lorelei that had taken vengeance on them two. Others said it was Ethan's past love. It didn't matter because on a cold January morning, they'd lost each other yet again. Again, victims of an untimely death.

1600 Zulu

Dr. Sanchez

Washington, DC

Harm had been frantic all day. Though he kept his cool on the way to Sanchez's office he was falling apart inside. Last nights dream was far too vivid and scary. The nagging feeling that something was about to happen didn't leave him. He needed to talk to Mac again.

Walking into the office, he saw Mac, Dr. Sanchez and an older woman. "Sorry! Sorry! I think I caught every red light possible."

Dr. Sanchez smiled. "Sit down, we're ready to start." Doing as he was told, Harm took up a seat on the sofa next to Mac.

"Together once, not together now. . . but you both want to be." The old lady pointed out, smiling at the couple before her. Dr. Sanchez had contacted her grandmother and asked for help with clients of hers. She'd explained to Harm and Mac the night before that their grandmother was somewhat of a mystic. Before her family had run away from Castro and Cuba, Dr. Sanchez's grandmother Eloisa Vega-Leal, was a sought after for spiritual help in their small down in Cardenas. "You both need to learn to let go." She said in a rich Cuban accent, smiling at Harm and Mac.

"He's the one that can't let go." Mac thought to herself and sadly reflected on their past history.

"You are wrong Sarah . . you haven't given him a reason to let go." She said, smirking when Mac's jaw dropped.

Mac blushed. "How did you. . ."

"It's what I do. . ." Smiling, Eloisa looked into the shells laid before her. "There is a reason why you two are remembering your pasts now. ."

"What reason?" Mac said, leaning forward, interested in whatever explanation the woman had to give.

Frowning, she turned to them. "One of you is going to die."

Harm sucked in his breath sharply. "That is what I was fearing. . . I thought it was all a coincidence."

"It isn't." The old lady said sadly as she took the shells, shook them in her hands and then spread them back on the table.

"What are we supposed to do about it . . . If it isn't a coincidence then it is a destiny." Harm said softly as he watched Eloisa's every movement.

Eloisa looked up at Harm and then over to Mac. "There is a pattern in the

dreams. . . if you can find it, then you will know who's time is up."

"This is crazy. . . Of course we are going to die. We start to die the day

we are born." Mac stood up and paced. "Following a pattern in dreams. . .

What is that going to do?"

"You can try to prevent it from happening." Eloisa said, looking up at Mac who looked like she was about to have a nervous breakdown. Looking at the shells she found a bit more enlightenment. "Something is going to happen, something big. . . That is when it will come to it's conclusion in this

lifetime." Frowning she shook her head and closed her eyes tightly. "This is your last lifetime together. . . you get no more chances."

Mac looked into Harm's eyes and saw the sadness that lay there. He looked

away from her intent gaze. "So all the times we've wasted? We've been fools."

Eloisa shook her head with her eyes still closed. When she opened them, her eyes fell on Harm's. "The spirits are ruthless with the paths they chose. It's not being together, it's just following rules. . . Destiny rules. . .No ones a fool. . ."

Mac grabbed her jacket. "Thank you Mrs. Leal. But, I am sorry. . . You are asking us. . .me. . to believe in something that I can't."

"You have a great gift, Sarah." Eloisa pointed out, not taking offense at Mac's criticism of her gifts. "Use it more often. . .it will help you."

Mac looked at Harm and then back at the old woman. "Thank you. . . but I gotta get out of here."

"Mac. . ." Harm said softly trying to use his eyes to keep her from leaving the room. "Please. . ."

She shook her head, not allowing herself to accept the fact that she needed him like the air that she breathed. That she craved him. "I can't." With that, she left the building and drove back to the security of her apartment.