Chapter 7

"Are you ready?" AJ asked, "We should get going."

"Yes," Mac answered, grabbing her handbag and reaching for her suitcases, only to find that his hands were already there.

"Allow me, Darlin'," he smiled at her. A shiver ran through her at the endearment. They went out to his Escalade, and a short time later arrived at the long-term parking at Dulles. "Webb said to meet him at terminal forty-five," AJ said as they got out of the vehicle.

"Isn't that were the private planes are?" she asked.

"Maybe the CIA bought us a plane!" AJ suggested.

"SURE!" Mac laughed.

"No, I'm loaning you the family jet. Try and look like you belong in it!" Webb said, coming up behind them in the airport. "When we get there, we will get you a car," he told them as he led the way onto his plane.

"Wow, Clay, this is awesome!" Mac grinned as she looked around. "Good Lord!" she exclaimed as she opened a door at the back of the plane, "There's a bedroom back here!"

"Mother likes to travel in comfort," Webb told her.

All three took their seats when the pilot called back to say that they had been cleared to take off. When they landed, there was a limo waiting to take them car shopping before heading to the hotel.

"Okay, time to go car shopping. This you should enjoy, AJ," winked Clay.

Stopping at the Mercedes dealership and getting out, they looked at different colors until Sarah saw a gold one that reminded her of AJ's trident. "That's the one-the gold one!" she exclaimed.

Both men turned and looked at Sarah with open mouths.

"It's perfect, and I want it, so don't try to talk me out of it!" said Sarah, taking the first firm stand all day.

Both men shrugged. Clay called the salesman over and made the deal. He handed Sarah the keys.

"You two take it for a spin and see how it feels," offered Clay.

AJ opened the door for Sarah, allowing her drive, and then got in the passenger seat. Buckling up, Sarah excitedly started the car.

"Oh, look, AJ, it has cruise control, a car phone, you can use with no hands, automatic direction system, so we won't get lost, Lo-Jack, so the car can't be stolen, seat warmers and power everything! Think we can keep it after the mission is over?" asked Sarah like a child at Christmas.

Laughing, he shook his head, "I doubt it-and besides it's ugly."

"It is not! It's gold the same color as your trident...and Harm's wings….and a lot of other Navy insignias," declared Sarah.

"I'll have to remember that gold is your color, Sarah," AJ smiled, sitting back as she continued to go on about how great the car was.

At the hotel they checked in as Sarah and Albert Bayer. Webb went up to their suite with them. After giving them their contact information and making sure they had everything they needed he finally left them alone.

Mac went into the bedroom to unpack-and stopped short in the doorway, "AJ," she said, getting his attention from the file he was looking through.

"Yes, Sarah?"

"There's only one bed in here," she told him.

"I hope it's at least a queen-sized one."

"It's a king, but…." she stopped, unsure how to express her concerns.

"We're undercover, Sarah, nothing will be thought of it." He joined her at the door and looked at the bed. "Which side do you want?"

"I don't care, do you have a preference?"

"Well, I usually prefer the left if you don't mind."

"That's fine with me," she answered and finally began to unpack. "We're meeting our contact for lunch?"

"Yes, an Ernie Lore, in about ten minutes. Are you ready to act like a baby-starved wife?" he teased.

"If you're ready to be a devoted, give-me-anything-I-want, husband," she grinned.

His smile was wry as he responded, "I sure am-as long as you don't expect that treatment when we get back to JAG!"

She heaved a sigh, "Oh, I get it! Don't get used to it, right?"

"Right! Do you want to change before we go down?"

To be continued….