She sighed as the gondola came to a stop. "We're here."
((The crowd at the Robert's house threw popcorn at the TV as words that would make a civilian blush filled the room.))
She got out and quickly ripped open the next clue. "It's a detour."
Phil's voice came over the TV: "In this detour, teams will choose between 'Mountain' and 'Beach'. In 'Mountain', teams will rapell 590 ft down the face of Sugarloaf mountain. The task is fast, but may be scary. In 'Beach', teams will take the gondola back down and get to Ipanema Beach. They must use a photo to search the beach for the woman who inspired the song, 'The Girl from Ipanema'."
For Harm and Mac, there was no need to consider their options. They went straight to the waiting crewmen that got them set up for their descent down the mountain.
"You two look live you've done this before."
Mac laughed softly. "All part of the training, even for squids."
"Funny, Marine...real funny." Harm smiled and made his way quickly down Mac watched intently, making sure he got down safely. She couldn't explain why she was so worried about him lately. He was a military man and could take care of himself, yet she found herself holding her breath until he was safely on the ground. Her heart leapt when he smiled up at her. She returned the smile as the crew got her ready for her trip down.
Harm's smile grew into a full blown 'flyboy grin' as he watched her six, loving how the climbling gear accentuated it. He was all too happy to catch her when she reached him, helping her get out of the gear. "We should do this more often."
"Why is that?" She asked as she received the clue.
He smirked, going up behind her to whisper in her ear. "Excellent view."
((The crowd at the Robert's house couldn't make out what he said but from the dark shade of red that she turned, they could guess.))
"I...um..." She fumbled with the clue, unable to get it open. A soft gasp escaping her as his hands covered hers.
"Let me get that for you, baby." His smug grin didn't go unnoticed by the crew as he opened it. "We need to get down to Ipanema Beach for the roadblock."
In this roadblock, teams will change into bathing suits take on a professional beach volleyball player. Teams must score three points before receiving the next clue. Though it will be two-on-one, it still may prove to be a daunting task.
Mac swallowed hard as she saw Harm's grin widen even more. "I'm scared to ask...what is the roadblock?"
"I think the view is about to get alot better, Colonel." He looks up and down her playfully before running off to the gondolas.
Mac looked down at the clue in her hand and groaned. "This is so unfair..." She grumbled. "But if you wanna play with fire, Flyboy...I'm an expert marksman." She whispered, smiling slowly as she followed him, riding the gondola down.
She slipped into the changing area, pulling on her olive green bikini. It didn't cover much, but the necessary areas were taken care of. "Eat your heart out, Sailor." She smirked before going out to the beach where he was waiting on the volleyball court. She pretended not to notice the look in his eyes or the fact that he was watching her every move with baited breath. A surge of female pride ran through her veins. "Ready, Harm?"
"Oh yeah..." He answered, his voice a bit husky.
she laughed very softly and handed him the ball. "You can serve first."
//Oh yeah...volleyball..// He shook his head before taking his place. He took a deep breath before serving the ball which was easily returned. He couldn't help but watch Mac as she hit the ball back over. His eyes were glued to the barely there bikini. //She can be so cruel sometimes.//
They worked together for awhile and soon had two points. But Harm was finding it harder and harder to concentrate as her skin began to glisten from sweat. He swallowed hard as he watched a drop make it's way down her neck before continuing down into the deep-v of her bikini top. He licked his lips slowly. //SO cruel...//
"Harm!" Mac gasped as the ball came flying over the net, hitting him on the side of his head due to his lack of attention to the game.
He grumbled, stumbling before dropping to the sand. He rubbed the spot gently, feeling more embarassed then hurt.
She knelt beside him. "You okay?" She was worried, yet amused. "You need to pay more attention...to the game."
"Yeah yeah..." He groaned.
"Seriously, Harm...are you okay?"
He nodded. "I think you need to kiss it to make it better though."
"Oh you do, huh? Well...since we still need one more point..." She kissed the spot very gently. "How's that?"
"Much better, thanks." He got up, brushing the sand off before retrieving the ball. "Let's finish this...the other teams will be catching up."
"You got it...just watch the ball, okay?" She smiled teasingly.
"Get in your spot." He grumbled before serving the ball.
Five minutes later, they managed to get their last point. They both dressed quickly before ripping open the clue. "Return to the yacht at Urca Beach. The last team to arrive may be eliminated."
"Let's go." They took off to the yacht, stepping onto the mat.
"Harm and Mac, you're team number one."
Mac grinned. "Let's get some ice for your head...or perhaps for down your pants."
"Ha ha! You're so funny." He playfully rolled his eyes before heading over to the rest area, leaving a very smug Sarah Mackenzie behind.
Five hours later, Pete and David stepped onto the mat. They had chosen "mountain".
Five minutes later, Gerry and Melissa arrived. They had chosen "mountain" as well.
Bev and Andy arrived three minutes later and had also chosen "mountain".
Donna and Katie arrive fifteen minutes later and had chosen "beach".
Ten minutes later, Bernie and Anne arrived. They'd chosen "beach" as well but had a rough time with the roadblock.
Don and Graham arrived two minutes later. They had done "mountain" but dropped behind when Don sprained his ankle during the roadblock.