A/N: Okay, so this chapter has no Harm and Mac really, but I felt it was necessary in response to some reviews as well as just to get the plot line to where I want it. I appreciate someone who brought my attention to the fact that Sadik was Mac's fight. Even though I had Harm "searching" for him via the CIA, I assure you that I always thought it was Mac's fight too. Harm was so shaken by the whole thing though, to see Mac like that, that I thought I would play that too. But… yeah… I made sure you got your way! Let me know what you think and other things you'd like or things that you didn't like. Next time, more Harm and Mac, and … hmm… I don't know! Read, Review, enjoy!

1340 Zulu

Mac's Apartment

He was right about the last time… he wasn't here.

I woke up because I thought it was Harm sneaking in my room. I don't know if the knowledge of his little visits has calmed me or made me more prone to insomnia. Every little sound in my apartment wakes me up, making me think that it's him coming to me. Maybe he finally quit. He wants to settle down now, like he eluded to last time. He'll stay.

It's wasn't Harm.

Harm wasn't here, but Sadik was.

I didn't allow the shock to register on my face when I sat up in bed to watch him walk into my bedroom. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of that after the torture that he would have put me through.

"Sarah… expecting your Navy Commander, I assume?" he says with the loaded accent that rubs me like nails on a chalkboard.

"I assume that he's off looking for me again. They keep putting him on those missions, knowing that he has… what do you say… a bone to pick with me. You are the love of his life, I could torture him just by touching a hair on your head. Maybe I could take you… have my way with you before he ever gets the chance."

I shutter at the thought of him touching me as he comes to sit down at the foot of my bed, me not moving an inch since I sat up. My gun was tucked behind the armoire in the living room, and something tells me that my hand to hand combat training would be matched fist for fist. I would see how he was playing it before I did anything. He was in the mood to draw whatever this was out… and I would take advantage of it.

"Now… I could do all those things, but I don't want him. I want you. You were the one who got away, tricking me, killing those whom I trusted. So… we wait."

"For what?" I ask, allowing my disdain for him to drip from the question.

"For a phone call… you see. I know that if I were to hurt you physically, it would kill him, but it would just leave you with small scars… wounds heal. But the heart… tearing into it with thoughts and feelings… that would certainly stay forever. Like I said… I don't want him, I want you. You are the love of his life, but I'm certain that he is the love of yours, Sarah. So we wait… for the phone call that will tell me that he's dead."

My heart stops for a minute and I curse the fact that I have no clue where Harm is. I haven't known anything about any of the missions he's been on save for the last one where he told me that he had been on a mission to find Sadik. I wanted to scream at Clayton Webb for that, using Harm in that way when Sadik was my problem. I was the one who wanted him dead. It was my fight.

"I don't believe you." I say confidently, getting up from the bed and walking towards the door. "Would you like something to drink?"

He jumps off the bed quickly, grabbing my arm and pulling me close enough that I can feel his breath on my ear. "You saw what I did to your friend Mr. Webb… you think that I would lie?"

I yank my arm from him, "No, I believe that you think you'll kill Harm… but you don't know him like I do. He won't let you get to him that easily."

He laughs then, walking past me and into the living room to make himself at home on the sofa. "We will soon find out… but until then you can get me a glass of wine… I know you keep one for your guests even if you can't enjoy a glass yourself."

I walk calmly into the kitchen with my mind going a million miles an hour. I don't know how this is going to play out, but I know that Harm is going to be okay. No one can ask me why I know this, but I do.

Grabbing a glass and the bottle of wine I had opened last time Harriet came over, I walk back into the living room, pouring him a glass before offering it over.

"Now don't think that you're going to be able to get me drunk and subdue me, beautiful Sarah… I would just like to relax and enjoy my evening of torturing you just a bit more."

I sit down in the chair next to the couch, letting the silence flow through the room and still contemplating how my next plan of action will play out when his cell phone rings.

"Ah, I guess we'll see now who is right and who is mistaken…" he says to me before opening up his phone and speaking to the person on the other line.

Closing it, he looks at me and slowly places his hand over mine in my lap, "It seems your Commander is on his way… and just as I suspected, he's alone. He's never one to follow the rules is he? You two always seem to go off on your own."

I pull my hands out from his to place them on the sides of the chair, again not letting him see the nerves that are stemming up from within me at the thought of Harm walking into this sick bastard's trap alone.

"You think you know Harm… you know me, so well?"

"I do, Sarah. Ever since I found out who you were, a beautiful Lieutenant Colonel in the Marines and not some boring house wife, I've been intrigued. It seems you've come so far in your life. A drunk for a father… you did follow in his footsteps for that, but you seemed to get yourself out. Abandoned by your mother and everyone who you ever cared about. And you yourself walking away from everyone who ever cared about you… that poor Australian Naval Officer who was going to marry you. Your love wasn't real though… but your love with Mr. Rabb… that seems to be real. Even after telling him you couldn't be with him…"

My eyes register shock for the first time, jetting up to meet his as a smirk plays on his lips.

"I have eyes everywhere, Sarah… He still came to you… even after your little affair with Mr. Webb… he came back to you. Isn't that interesting? Maybe he really does love you… or maybe he just wants you. That seems to be how he lives his life, you know. I've looked into his past, and he isn't one to stick around after he gets what he wants for a few weeks or months. But that is what scares you… you don't think that he'll do that to you… but maybe he will. Even now, when I bring up his past, part of you is questioning the thought of him."

"You're wrong…"

"Even if I am, I do know that your thoughts haven't strayed from him since I got here. Oh, beautiful Sarah, he can be a thing of the past, and you can just be mine. We would be wonderful together, no?"

I don't know what comes over me when I stand up and make my way over to the door, but his laughing response at my action, "What… Sarah, are you leaving?", makes my hand dive behind the armoire in search of the gun that should be there. Silently I thank God that he didn't know too much about me, and then silently I ask for forgiveness as I watch the blood trickling down his face.

My next action is to grab for the phone, dialing a familiar number as fast as I can.

"Webb! I've got Sadik… he set a trap for Harm, where is he?"

"Sarah, you know I can't tell you where he is…"

"Damn it, Webb, you can't do this to me!" I scream into the phone.

"I will radio in… he'll be fine." He says before breaking off the connection.

He'll radio him, which means that he's with him. Harm didn't go in alone like Sadik thought.

My knees give out and I find myself unable to stop the shaking in my limbs as I sit down against the wall next to my front door. I barely register the sounds of sirens coming towards my building or the flash of lights coming from outside my windows.

They took him out and got my statement, which was short after I explained that the operation to take him down was CIA and anything that I could tell them was classified. After calling into their chief, who called Admiral Chegwidden, I was told to stay somewhere else that evening.

There were no doubts as to where I would go.