Okay, one more chapter after this. I'll try to finish it despite that my muse kind of disappeared after I read David James Eliott's interview about the guest appearance on NCIS LA. It doesn't seem like Mac and Harm are together, and that's disappointing news... Anyway, I will try to find an end to this story...
Undisclosed location Los Angeles
The tactical team stood ready waiting on their orders. Hanna threw Harm a vest and offered him a gun. Harm nodded and put the vest on before checking out the gun. They didn't know what waite don them inside, that's why the tactical team stood ready.
"Go!"
The gates to the warehouse were opened and they burst in. Several men jumped to and reached for their guns. It took them less than five minutes to apprehend all of them, two being shot dead because they fired their guns.
Harm looked around. "I think we need explosive experts to check this out before we touch anything," he said.
"Check them for anything that could set off a bomb!" Callen ordered.
"We need the explosives experts here right now. We don't know what plans they have but it's safe to say that with the fertilizers over there we could be looking at a lot of guns," Hanna suggested.
Callen moved a few boxes aside.
"Careful," Hanna warned.
"Look," Callen pointed to a box.
"Sodium cyanide," Hanna read out loud.
"And a few empty boxes," Harm let out a sigh. "Meaning there probably was more."
"We better get back to Headquarters," Callen said. "Did you hear back from Captain Crane and the others'?" he asked Harm.
"Not yet," Harm hesitated. "If they have Cyanide on board they'll find it during the search," he was sure of it.
"If someone doesn't see through the exercise and start spreading it," Hanna suggested.
"Let's hope not, because that would ruin the day," Harm said.
NCIS Headquarters Los Angeles
Harm, Callen, and Hanna walked into the building and found Deeks, Kenzie, and Mac with Nell and Eric. Mac looked relieved when she saw Harm.
"Anything?" she asked.
Hanna told everyone what they had found. "CIA claimed jurisdiction and their agents are interviewing the prisoners. Agent Jameson is in charge. They are at the boathouse."
"They don't have jurisdiction on American ground," Harm said.
"We don't have time to argue, the important thing is to get the prisoners to talk, sooner rather than later," Mac reminded them. "CIA has their methods."
"What have you found out?" Callen wondered just as Harm's phone rang.
Harm answered. "Hang on I'll put you on speaker phone," he put the phone on the desk. "Go ahead, Captain."
"We found Sodium Cyanide on board and the Seal team arrested two sailors. Petty Officer Fahim Zhaili, and Petty Officer Jake Zuko. CIA is talking with them as we speak."
"Alright, get back to us as soon as you know more," Harm said.
"Absolutely, Harm. This could have been a disaster," Captain Crane said.
Harm hung up.
"These are the men," Eric said.
Up on the screen he had pulled up both Petty Officer's files. "Zuko seems like an all American kid. But he grew up with Zhaili. He came here in 2007 with his family. He has a brother," Eric put another file up. "One of your suspects."
"There's the link," Kenzie said.
"We better let Agent Jameson in on this," Harm suggested.
"I'll make the call," Hanna said and reached for his phone.
Later
"They found cyanid on another carrier," Harm stepped into the room after taking a call. "The other carriers are okay, and they are performing an exercise and search on every Navy ship right now." He noticed the serious look on the other faces. "What did I miss?"
"Petty Officer Zhaili's brother just broke. There's more cyanid on the lose, here in town," Callen said.
"And we have no idea what the plan is," Deeks added.
"We need more information," Harm reasoned.
"In the meantime, there are parties, gatherings on several places throughout the town," Nell touched her pad and got several things up on the screen.
"Let's think about it, everything else they have targeted is Navy," Mac pointed to the screen. "Are there any Navy arrangements planned for the next few day's?"
Nell made a search and soon she found a hit.
"Veteran's for childhood cancer," Callen said out loud. "That's usually once a year, right?"
"Yeah, it's usually for different charities, and it draws a lot of people. Celebrities." Kenzie said.
"That's got to be it," Deeks stepped closer to the screen. "Tomorrow at 1700."
"Let's find out," he turned and headed out of there.
"Where's he going?" Deeks looked around.
"He's got a plan," Mac followed Harm.
"You're targeting a fundraiser for children," Harm said as he burst through the door of the interrogation room. The CIA Agent talking to Ammar Zhaili jumped to his feet.
Zhaili's jaw dropped, letting them know that they had been right.
"You buy tons of Cyanid from the Russians and you target Navy ships, that's one thing, but hitting an event where children will be present, that's low," Harm leaned over the table and looked the man straight in the eyes. "You're a coward."
"You can't stop it," Zhaili smiled.
"Watch me," Harm turned and strode out of there.
A hotel room in Los Angeles
Harm could hear water splashing around in the bathroom. They had decided to get some sleep before they met again the next morning to make a plan. They were waiting for the crime scene technicians to finish with the warehouse so that they could get an idea of what the terrorists would use to get the cyanide with them. The NCIS team had already been at the location where the fundraising event was held to get a better idea of how to avoid the attack. Harm on his side found it hard to relax when they weren't sure exactly how the attack would be performed and how many terrorists that would participate.
He peeked into the bathroom and smiled. Mac's head was sticking up from all the bubbles in the bathtub. She had demanded a room with a tub. It was what she did when she was stressed.
"You could join me," she suggested.
He removed his shirt and threw it on the floor. His pants and underwear soon followed. He slipped in behind her.
"Quite the day, huh?" he started massaging her shoulders.
She leaned onto him. "The NCIS team is good."
Harm nodded. "A special bunch."
"Yeah," she caressed his knee that was sticking up of the water.
"Do you sometimes think we should take the kids and move someplace remote to get away from this crazy world?" he wondered.
"All the time," she turned her head to look at him. "You're being serious?"
"It's just a thought," he kissed her softly. "I'll smell like peaches and apples after this. The guys will tease me."
She smiled. "You're an alpha male, they probably just think you got laid."
Harm chuckled. "Did you go a little overboard with the bubbles?"
"Uhu," she leaned her head back and rested against him. "But there's not enough bubbles in the world to help me relax tonight."
"Me too," he kissed her neck and moved his hands down her body. "You're beautiful."
"You're a charmer," she chuckled.
"Only with you," he whispered in her ear.
Later
Mac watched from the bed as Harm walked back and forth talking to the Captain of the Truman. He had grown a lot in the years they had been married, he loved unconditionally and he left no one to doubt his love for his family. He was sexy, his maturity making him even more attractive in her eyes. She loved his commitment to the job and to her and the kids.
"What?" he asked as he hung up.
She smiled. "What, what?"
"You were staring at me," he put his phone down and crawled into bed again. "Are you sleeping that way?" he wondered.
"I have no idea how I ended up this way," she moved so that she had her head on the pillow.
"I have a few ideas," he wrapped his arms around her.
"I bet you do," she chuckled.
"So, the fleet is safe. Nothing more found on board any ship," he let out a sigh. "That's something at least."
"The whole situation could have turned into a catastrophe, Harm," she ran her hand through his chest hairs. "Except for flying I always felt like you were safe out there on the ocean."
"I'm pretty safe, Mac. The Navy will up the security before personnel can board a ship, and we take precautions with everything. That's why we have drills every week. We train for a catastrophe."
"I know that," she smiled.
"Did you hear back from the detective, by the way?" he wondered.
"Yeah, they did a search, and found proof that I have a stalker," she hesitated. "I guess it's over."
Harm studied her. "They are pressing charges I hope?"
"Of course, and he'll probably get a restraining order, and four to six months in prison. I probably have to testify," she let out a sigh and rested her head on his chest. "I'm just glad it's over."
"Hopefully we'll be able to go home tomorrow and go back to normal again," he hugged her close. "We'll get them."
She nodded and kissed his chest. "Yeah, we'll get them."