AN: Okay after the last chapter I thought I better update sooner. Now as we all know Meg is not dead, I just believe that if they haven't gotten together in four years it would take more of a push to get that to happen. So bear with me; criticise and review!

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Harm's POV

Harm interrupted the XO, "She's dead? She can't be! It's just not possible." Harm was shocked. What the hell had happened to her in the two days it took him to get from Washington to the Patrick Henry?

"Just a minute Commander." The XO cut in. "She has disappeared and is presumed dead. No-one knows what has really befallen the Lieutenant." Harms face relaxed a little. Just a little.

"What the hell happened?" He was getting angry. "And how soon can I fly out?" He was almost shouting.

"Commander I order you to calm down." The XO almost shouted. "And let me finish. " The poor guy was getting blue in the face trying to get through to a clearly very upset Commander Rabb.

"NCIS uncovered that her client in her latest case was using an alias. His name the Lt knew him under was James Verity. He has had five other aliases in naval bases all over America."

The phone call about a development in her case. Harm interrupted again. "She went to meet her client to discuss a possible fact NCIS had uncovered. She didn't know who he was, or wasn't at the time." Harm could see Meg rushing to keep ahead of NCIS agents, to be a good lawyer.

"As I was saying Commander." The XO started again. "He has five aliases in naval bases where a number of women have disappeared and turned up dead. All in the time that he was there. Neither him, nor his aliases were connected to the crime. We have identified him as Roe Peterson. His parents are dead, and he has a brother who resides in Los Angeles."

Harm soaked in all the information. But nothing the XO said told him where Meg could be. "And what about Meg? What are her chances with this guy?" Harm said, desperately searching for some hope that his old partner was alive.

"He seems to keep the women alive for about a month before they turn up dead. You are on the first plane back to DC, your Sea Hawk hasn't lifted yet. The Admiral wants you on this one." The XO ordered. "Dismissed." The XO looked relived that Harm was getting out of his hair, but also concerned for this partner of his.

"Sir, thank-you, Sir." He spun on his heel and headed directly for the Sea Hawk.

Harm had so many questions. Where was Meg? Would he get to Washington in time to be of any help to the case? Harm ran faster. The sooner he got to Washington the sooner he could start looking for Meg.

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"Come in." The Admiral looked up from his desk. "Rabb, nice to see you back." He put his head in his hands. "I have everyone in this office looking through each of Peterson's aliases to try and find out where he could have taken Meg. So far no luck." The Admiral stood up and walked to Harm. "I'm sorry."

Harm stared straight ahead. He just wanted to get searching. Surely he would find something someone else had missed. He didn't want to think that Meg had already missing for 4 and a half days. Way over the 48 hour line. They could be looking for a body by now. "Where do I start Sir?"

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Meg's POV

There was no window. It was dark, but there was enough light for her to see the walls. They were closing in on her. Her breath caught.

A door creaked. Footsteps grew closer. She cowered in the corner. Fear filled her eyes till she looked like a trapped animal. The door was roughly yanked open. "Hello Lieutenant. Enjoying my cellar? I'm afraid it isn't as nice as my guest room. A grin lit his face. The man chuckled at his own joke. "Well no worries, you don't mind do you? No, of course not." He answered his own question with a smirk.

Meg tried to keep as far away from him as possible. She fancied that he radiated evil. He grinned at her; it made her feel dirty, she drew her uniform closer to her. Meg was painfully aware of just how vulnerable she was, she was at his mercy, and she hated it.

"They will find me." Meg's voice rasped. Whether it was from her shouting early on in her capture, or from its recent disuse she had no idea. It wavered though.

"Oh yes, they will find you." He smiled reassuringly. "Will it be too late though?" Meg saw in his eyes that he wouldn't hesitate to kill her, in fact his eyes danced at the thought. She had to look away, he frightened her like no-one ever had. He leant in closer. "I will make them remember me, the navy." His breath smelt of onions and garlic. It made Meg gag.

He stood up, placing a bowl filled with an unknown substance and a small cup with water down. "Your meal." With that he stood up to leave.

"James, James! Don't leave me! Please…anything but this dark…anything James!" Meg begged. Her dirty fingers clamped around his leg and gripped on with unexpected power.

He kicked her back. Meg clutched her hand and shrank into the shadows of the room whimpering. "I get sick of this!" He spat. "Please James! Not this room James! I need a window James! Shut up, or I'll do it permanently." He kicked to bowl of water over. Meg automatically reached forward to stop the precious drops from spilling. She shrank back again when he made as if to kick her.

Her captor laughed as he left the room, slamming the door behind him. The wall began to close in in her again.

Meg tried closing her eyes, but that just made her imagine the walls growing smaller and smaller. Till they became so small she was sure she was being suffocated, then her eyes would spring open and the walls would mock her.

Meg tried to close her eyes and imagine her ranch in Texas. Her horse, and what it felt like riding him. It was a blow to the gut when she would open her eyes and the daydream was gone. It was worse than those horrible walls.

As a last resort Meg tried to conjure up Harms face in her mind. His typical Rabb smile and warm eyes. The way his arms felt when he hugged her goodbye before he left to fly. A strong firm hug, a hug that made Meg fell completely safe. The way he made her day brighter in the small thing, driving that little bit further to go get her favourite pizza, or actually doing some of his own paperwork when he saw she was stressed. When she thought of him she felt safe.

But when Meg opened her eyes the reality was the same; four small walls and no window, and a man upstairs who had her under his power and wouldn't hesitate to kill her.