Last part. Maybe I'll come back to this JAG universe sometime. Excited to see what the storyline for NCIS LA will be, and maybe then I'll get some new ideas on where to continue with the dynamic duo.
NCIA LA Headquarters
The conference room was filled with Agents, both from the FBI and the NCIS. Webb was there with several CIA Agents. NCIS with Hanna in front led the briefing.
Mac and Harm sat down in the back, curious about what had occurred since they left the previous night. This wasn't their show, but they wanted to do whatever they could to help.
"This is the bags they most likely will use to carry the cyanide," Hanna pointed to the big screen. "We found several standing ready with cyanide at the warehouse when we searched it."
"We have to take the wind into account," Kenzie started and pointed to the screen where Nell had changed the picture. "This is the area of the event. We found a map of the place at the warehouse. We believe the plan is to find higher ground and release the cyanide so that the powder will blow towards the crowd. Now, the powder is highly concentrated. Agent Picker with the FBI will tell you more."
A female Agent stood and walked up. "As Agent Blye said, it's highly concentrated. Only a small amount will cause severe damage. 5% of a teaspoon is enough to kill you."
"We need to find the terrorists and stop them before the powder is released," Callen said. "Everyone will dress as civilians."
"Why not just cancel the event?" an agent asked.
"It would create hysteria. The terrorists would get away with the powder and we would lose control over the situation," Hanna said. "They will find another event to attack and we will not be prepared for it."
"Now, the CIA will brief us about the suspects," Callen motioned for the CIA agents waiting.
"There are three suspects," the agent started and motioned for Nell to bring them up on the screen. "These are the three names one of the men in custody gave up."
"We know about their hiding place and it's under surveillance. They haven't shown up yet, but if they do we'll get them there," Callen explained.
"Familiarize yourselves with their faces. If they are spotted walking into the area of the event, we take them down. Hopefully, we'll get them before they reach for their bags, but if they do the snipers are ready," Hanna continued.
"The snipers might not have a clear shot, so if we see them reach for their bags we shoot," Deeks said.
"Don't wait for the snipers, just take them out," Kenzie added.
"They will go for the bag," Callen warned.
The CIA agent nodded. "These are extremists. Their mission is to complete the attack, or die trying"
They were locked in the room for two hours going over the plan. Now all they had to do was wait. The room emptied quickly as the meeting adjourned. Mac and Harm stayed behind with the NCIS team.
"Good work on this one," Hetty looked from her team to Harm and Mac. "Now we'll just do our best and stop this."
"Are you guys coming?" Hanna wondered.
Mac and Harm shared a look, then turned to the other's and said; "Yes."
Callen nodded. "Good."
They had talked it over the previous night. They agreed to see this through to the end.
"We'll set you up with the communication system," Kenzie said.
Later
Harm looked around and saw moving people everywhere, rushing to get to the stage where there would be music. He saw Mac a few feet away. There was a soft breeze from the east so they were looking for places where the terrorists would release the cyanide. Someplace higher up but close enough that as many as people as possible would be hit.
"We got one," a voice came over the radio.
"Copy that," Harm said and nodded in Mac's direction.
A man suddenly strode past Mac, bumping into her in his hurry. Dressed in black and with the exact same backpack as from the pictures Harm was about to run after him when Mac kicked his leg. The man's leg gave in and he stumbled to the ground and she kicked him straight in the head.
Harm was by her side in a flash, opening the backpack. "It's one of them," he said when he saw the box inside.
"Harm?" Mac pointed to a man moving into the crowd.
"We have one down. Another one walked into the crowd," he called into the microphone," he spotted the man again. "It's him!" Harm started running. He knew there was no way that the snipers could take a shot into the crowd. He heard Mac on the radio giving the man's location as Harm followed him.
Harm saw the man reach for his backpack as he looked over his shoulder. Harm knew that he knew that they were after him. Harm reached the man just as he was about to open the bag and he jumped him, both falling to the ground. The man kicked to get lose while Harm held on all he could. "Step away!" he yelled to the people surrounding him.
Mac reached him and grabbed the bag, opening it. "It's him," she called into the microphone. "We have the third one."
"Search the crowd! No one leaves the area until we have searched every spot!" someone called over the radio. Federal agents moved in to get the man. Suddenly there were agents everywhere.
That night
Mac walked into the kitchen and found her husband busy with that night's dinner. It felt surreal that they were back to normal after the last day's events.
"It smells wonderful," she moved to his side to peak at what he was making.
He chuckled. "It's vegan," he warned.
"I can live with that," she leaned on the counter. "So, Trish and Frank want to take the kids to their cabin at Catalina Island this weekend."
"Just the kids?" Harm wondered.
"I'm sure we can go too if you want to," she suggested.
"Nah, I was thinking that we'd do something on our own," he suggested.
"I'd like that," she smiled as he leaned in and kissed her softly.
"We could drive out there on Sunday and spend the day with them?" he suggested.
"Sounds like a plan," she kissed him again. "I love you, Harm."
"I love you too, Sarah," he cupped her face. "Today was a hell of a day."
She nodded. "But it ended well, thanks to you."
"It was a team effort," Harm pointed out. "There was some very good work on this one," he hesitated. "Maybe you should think about going back to the FBI, Mac," he stepped back and tended to the food.
"Excuse me?" she looked at him funny.
"Selfishly, I like it better when you're with the Marines. It's safer what you do now than when you'd run around chasing terrorists. But, you're good at gathering intel. But no CIA, please," he added with a smirk.
She offered an amused smile. "Chasing after terrorists weren't exactly my area of responsibility," she reminded him. "And I quit because I wanted to practice law again. With your responsibilities, I can't have a crazy schedule and besides, I like being a Marine."
"I know you do," he smiled.
"But thank you," she reached out and touched his arm softly. "I appreciate the confidence, but I'd much rather be teaching the next generation military lawyers how to practice military law."
He nodded and looked thoughtful. "They still have to figure out the source of the Cyanide."
"Yeah, but I have confidence that someone will give it up. We got them all alive, so…" she walked over to the counter and sat down on a barstool.
"What's bothering you?" he questioned as he turned down the heat on the oven and walked over to her.
"I negotiated to get the information from Rokol," she shrugged. "I made sure that his son got back his diplomatic immunity."
"And that's bad?" he assumed.
"It's just the idea of negotiating with bad people that bothers me, Harm," she continued. "I've done it more times than I can justify."
"It's part of the job," he reasoned. "The greater good."
"It sucks," she threw out there.
"Yeas, it does," he agreed and took her hand. "But today a lot of people left that event unharmed."
She smiled. "Yeah, we did well today."
He cupped her cheek and leaned in and kissed her. "Remember this?" he asked as he ended the kiss. "You and me on barstools?"
She chuckled. "Yeah, I have a slight memory of that."
"It didn' turn out half bad," he teased.
"Yeah, how about that," she kissed him again.
"Promise me," he looked into her eyes. "That we'll be okay, no matter how hard it is when I'm away."
She smiled. "That's an easy promise."
"I won't be in this position forever. One more six-month deployment and I'm done with my tour. One more year," he promised."
"One more I can handle," she assured him. "But after that, we have a serious discussion about getting out for real and traveling the world for a year?"
He smiled. "Yes, we will."
She kissed him softly. "I'll go get the twins, and we can try that no meat dinner," she stood.
He watched her go and soon his nose caught the smell of food burning. He jumped to his feet.