Harm strode into Michaels' office without knocking. Michaels looked up as if he was expecting him. "Why didn't you tell me that Lt. Williams was of the Muslim faith?"

"Frankly because I knew you would react exactly the way you are right now. Williams was a good officer, a good pilot, and a good person. I was afraid her religious background would cast a shadow of prejudice on the whole ordeal."

"Ordeal? Many people lost their lives in that 'ordeal'. And the only reason I am reacting this way is because you DIDN'T inform me of it before." Harm moved closer. Conviction on his face. "I am not a prejudiced man. I don't appreciate being painted with that brush before I've even opened my mouth. This is extremely important. I need to know if there was any other reason, besides a misguided notion that I am a bigot, that you didn't tell me of her faith."

The determination on Harm's face alerted Michaels. "What's happened?"

"Just answer the question."

"No there was no other reason." Michaels answered. "Now what aren't you telling me?"

Harm deflated a bit when he recognized the sincerity of Michaels words. "I can't say yet. But this is very important. Do you know if she had any ties to any particular religious facilities? Did she belong to any organizations…?"

"You mean, do I think she was a terrorist? Absolutely not!"

Harm looked him in the eye. "You don't have to be a terrorist to play into terrorist hands. All you have to be is in the wrong place at the wrong time."

Michaels sat up straighter in his seat. "I hold to the fact that I don't believe she would willingly harm anyone."

"What if she was coerced."

Michaels shook his head. "No, she was strong. And besides we're talking about suicide here."

The men regarded each other thoughtfully, then their gazes widened as an idea bounced between them. "Or we're talking about…"

"…highjacking," Michaels said quickly. They simultaneously grabbed their covers and raced out the door.

Same time

Mac located Lt. Logan in the same spot she had found him before. Only this time he was running toward her.

"I was just going to see you," He panted.

"What happened?"

"I'm not sure, where's your car?"

"Over here. Why?"

"I have to find her," He replied urgently.

"Who?"

"Alex!" He exclaimed.

"Whoa, back up! Alex is dead."

He turned to look at her. His eyes wide. "No she's not! I'll fill you in on the way."

Mac nodded. Recognizing his brand of clairvoyance. "Start talking."

"I had a dream." Was all he said. She waited but he didn't elaborate.

"Do you know where she is?"

"Somewhere close," He answered.

"Okay, I'll drive slow unless you tell me otherwise. Now answer some questions for me."

He nodded.

She turned on the ignition and began to drive away from the base. "Was Alex born a Muslim?"

If he was surprised by her question, he didn't show it. "No, she converted right before she went into the military. And before you ask, NO she didn't support the other side. And she didn't have any terrorist ties."

"That you know of."

He looked at her then. "I would have known."

Mac nodded. "If she would have known, then you would have. What about ties she might not have known about? Did she go to any religious services? Was she a member of any organization?"

He nodded. "She went to a group that met once a week at an old camp ground. I don't know how many are in the group. From what she's told me, it was more of a social gathering than anything else."

"Did she tell you if anyone approached her recently?"

"No. But she did say that she mentioned our stint at the air show to a few of her friends there."

They shared a look. "Bingo," Mac said.

Logan sat up straighter in his seat. "Head toward the airfield."

Mac nodded. They arrived at the same time as Harm and Michaels. All of them raced toward the hangar. Harm turned to Logan, knowing he could guide them. "Where is she?"

"Close." Was all he could say, as they followed him in.

Mac's cell phone began to ring. It was Harriet.

A woman in Sadik Fahd's sect was tracked to this area last week, She told Mac without preamble.

"I thought as much. Do you have a description of her?"

Yes, Ma'am, average height, slim, dark hair, dark eyes. Mid-twenties.

"Thought so."

How did you know?

"Williams fits the same description."

Mac could hear Harriet's intake of breath over the phone. You're thinking she went up in place of Lt. Williams? Did they kill her?

"Logan says she's alive."

Harriet's sigh of relief was audible. Where is she?

"We're looking for her now. Keep me informed," She said, and a moment later hung up the phone.

Harm, Michaels and Logan scoured the hangar. "She has to be here somewhere!" Logan exclaimed in frustration. "I can feel it."

"Stop and take a deep breath," Harm suggested.

Logan took him up on it, and after a moment went racing out of the hangar, and up to a small storage house behind it. The door was locked. In one swift kick, born of pure adrenaline, he smashed the lock. On the floor, bound and gagged, was Alex Williams. Immediately he dropped to her side. With shaking hands he undid the gag on her mouth. He nearly collapsed in relief when he heard her gasp.

"Alex," He whispered.

Her bruised and swollen eyes fluttered. "Will?" She croaked out.

At that Logan burst into tears. "I'm here baby, it's going to be okay."

Harm stepped up and cut her bindings with a knife. The moment she was free, Logan scooped her up into his arms and hauled her out of there. He passed Mac on the way out. "Call an ambulance!" He told her.

"Already done," Michaels said, as he hung up his cell phone.

Logan sat on a bench in the locker room of the hangar. Cradling Williams in his lap. "The ambulance will be here soon." With effort she opened her eyes. He met her gaze. "I love you Alex," He whispered. "Don't you dare ever try to leave me again!"

Tears spilled over onto her cheeks. All she could do was shake her head slightly. It was enough.

When the paramedics arrived, Logan insisted on going with them. Harm, Mac and Michaels, all followed in their cars.

On the way to the hospital Mac called Bud and Harriet and told them that Williams was found alive. They passed the news on to the CIA, effectively putting the investigation into their hands, and then headed to the hospital to meet up with Harm and Mac.

When Harm and Mac arrived at the hospital, Bud and Harriet were already in AJ's room filling him in on the events of the investigation.

When Mac entered the room behind Harm, AJ, who was propped on his side, met her eyes. "You okay?"

She grinned. "Look who's asking?"

"Don't change the subject. Bud tells me it was one of Fahd's who did this."

"Yes it was," She replied softly. Then took a deep breath. "I'm okay."

He looked at Harm, exchanging a silent command to have her back. Harm nodded.

"What's your prognosis Sir?" Harriet asked.

"Drop the Sir, Harriet." She nodded. "I'll be stuck here for a while." He glanced over at Francesca. "Sorry honey, not much of a vacation is it."

Francesca smiled and took his hand. "You're going to live. I'll count my blessings while I can."

All in the room, smiled and nodded in agreement.

2 days later

Harm stood in his apartment. Willing the tears away. Mattie's father was waiting in the car in the parking lot. He had given her the opportunity to say goodbye to Harm on her own. Mac had offered to give them some alone time, but both had adamantly asked her to stay.

Mattie got up and went over to Harm, wordlessly slipping her arms around his waist. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and held on tight.

"I still have a few minutes," She said in a shaky voice. "Will you do something for me?"

"Anything," He answered against her hair.

She pulled back and walked over and picked up his guitar. Handing it to him she said. "Play my song."

Harm clenched his jaw, as a tear fell down his cheek. He simply nodded, and moved to sit in his chair. He cleared his throat, trying to keep his composure. Then he took a deep breath and began to play and sing.

He closed his eyes. Despite his efforts his voice was shaky.

Little Darlin'

It's been a long cold lonely winter.

Little Darlin'

It seems like years since it's been here.

He opened his eyes and looked at Mattie, smiling through tears.

Here comes the sun, do do do do

Here comes the sun and I say it's all right.

He glanced at Mac who had moved to sit next to Mattie. They had their arms around each other's shoulders.

Little darlin' the smiles returning to their faces

Little darlin' it seems like years since it's been here

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun

And I say it's all right

Tears streamed down their faces, even as smiles appeared. Much to Mattie's delight, he sang the next verse to Mac.

Little darlin' I feel the ice is slowly meltin'

Little darlin' it seems like years since it's been clear

Here come the sun, here comes the sun

And I say it's all right

He ended the song with glaring finality, and set the guitar down. He stood and opened his arms to Mattie. She immediately went to him, weeping all over his chest.

"Thank you so much," She whispered.

"Thank YOU," He replied.

"You told her you love her didn't you."

"Yes I did," He said, winking at Mac. Mac smiled at him.

"Good," Mattie said, and then released him, wiped her eyes, and after giving a hug to Mac, headed for the door.

"Call me when you get in," Harm said.

"I will." She replied. Then looked him in the eye. "I love you."

"Love you too, pumpkin," He told her. And with sad eyes, Mattie turned and walked out the door.

Harm immediately went to Mac, and she put her arms around him. He buried his face in her hair.

"Thanks for being here."

"Always." She whispered.

The End