Later that week
USS Reagan

Everyone was gathered in the ready room for the breifing on their flight back home. Mac couldn't help but watch Harm as he stood at the podium going through the basics and their flight plan. It was going to be Keeter and Sturgis, Skates and the Admiral and Beth and Bud, leaving Harm and Mac to fly together. Harm had taken Mac up yesterday, and as long as they were flying up high, Mac didn't get sick. She hated the takeoff and landing part because of how low to the sea they were. Mac had offered to fly with him after Bud said that he couldn't go up, he had a brief to write, which completely threw Harm for a loop when she offered. She was hoping to use their "alone" time in the jet to talk, but once Harm got in his zone, he wasn't having any of it, and she should have realized it and known that it wasn't the best place or time to talk about what had happened the other day. So Mac sat in the chair watching him, hating it when she saw him wince slightly in pain from moving or twisting too fast.

Beth and Skates were quietly talking while watching Mac watch Harm. "I think it's kind of cute," said Skates.

"Yeah, I guess. I mean I'd be upset if Allison got hurt like he did." They watched her for a couple of more minutes. "I wonder what happened the other day."

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't you notice how pissed off Harm was when he came up on the flight deck the day he and Keeter made those kills?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Mac looked like she'd been crying or about to cry when she finally came up after him. Since then, they rarely talk to each other unless necessary. Whatever she did, he's extremely pissed and/or hurt from it."

"Bud said she'd received a phone call from a Mr. Webb. Do you think that's it?"

"Oh hell yes, that's gotta be it. I just wonder why it's made Harm this mad though."

"Who is Mr. Webb?"

"Webb is this asshole CIA agent, that Harm and Mac have done numerous missions for, practically every time, nearly getting themselves killed and having to salvage his mission cuz he's just a big ass screw up. Also, he's supposed to be dating Mac."

"Since when have they been dating? As far as I knew, after we crashed her wedding, she wasn't dating anyone."

"Remember talking about how he resigned his commision to go to Paraguay? And then signed up with the company?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Mac was there on a mission with Webb. Harm kept having these nightmares about them getting killed, he just knew something was wrong. Well when he finally found out they were missing, he demanded to go down there. The Admiral wouldn't let him on SecNav's orders, so Harm resigned. Long story short, he got there in time, saved them both, he crashed yet another plane, Webb had to needle it out of him that he resigned his commission, Harm and Mac fought all the time, then just as they were coming home, she told him they'd NEVER work... oh and Harm saw Mac kiss Webb."

Skates just sat there stunned for a few minutes. "What the hell, did she not care he resigned for her?"

"She knew why he did, but he wouldn't tell her, so she got pissed and when they got back, started a relationship with Mr. Webb."

Skates shook her head, "Well that explains why he never wanted to talk about Mac."

"Yeah, but can you blame him?"

"Blame who?" Beth and Skates jumped up at the voice of Harm breaking into their conversation.

"No one you know sweetheart," said Beth while batting her eyelashes at him.

"Uh huh, you'll tell me later." Harm rolled his eyes. "Come on, time to gear up."

Later during the flight back home

Mac sat behind Harm, watching his face in the mirrors above his head. She could tell he was in his element in the air, he loved to be here. She could admit to herself, as long as they were flying straight with no huge sudden movements, she actually enjoyed it too. It was the g's that normally made her sick or seeing the ground rush past the window at +500mph.

Harm would watch Mac in his rearview mirror in between scanning the HUD and outside the plane. He could tell she was thinking about something and wondered what it was. Maybe she was thinking about him. He shook his head at the stupid thought, no she's probably thinking about Webb.

Mac saw him shake his head and was slightly worried, "Harm are you ok?"

He looked back at her, "Yeah, I'm good. You doin ok back there?"

"Yeah, it's nice up here today."

"Yeah..."

After the brief conversation, they each went back to their own thoughts, the silence only broken by the infrequent radio chatter with air traffic control.

San Diego NAS

Trish, Frank, Grams, Mattie, Harriet and the kids all stood together listening for the incoming flight of jets. Trish kept looking over to the dark corner of the hanger wondering who the man in the perfect suit and tie was and why he seemed to be watching them. Harriet noticed Trish glancing over at the man and told her that it was Mr. Webb.

Trish narrowed her eyes at him and turned her back to him. "What's he doing here? I thought no one told him where the vacation was going to be."

Harriet sighed, "Bud said he called and talk to the Colonel the other day and since he's here, I guess she told him where to find her."

Grams then stepped in, "Well, just because she told him where she was, doesn't mean she has to see him."

With that, the three women smiled mischeviously and began formulating another plan on how to get rid of the spook.