Chapter 43

The next thing AJ did was to pull Miranda's file. There he found that she had worked as a 'consultant' for both the FBI and the CIA. Knowing that he would get no more information from Webb, AJ wondered who else might know more about her and then he remembered his old friend Tom Boone! Tom had known Miranda for years and had said to him that she was 'special'.

Placing the call to Tom, AJ gave an exasperated sigh when he was told that Tom was out of town till Monday. He just resigned himself to not learning more until he returned from Italy.

Italy….he remembered that Miranda told him she had a bad feeling about his planned trip. They had a dinner date for that evening, so maybe he could find out more from her then. AJ wondered if Miranda's 'feelings' were like the ones Mac got from time to time. He knew that he had come to respect and trust in Mac's instincts.

Miranda was free for lunch and was happy to receive Mac's invitation to join her. She asked after Mac's car and was told that was why she wanted to have lunch with her to talk about it.

When Mac met Miranda for lunch they talked briefly about where to go and settled on McMurphy's because it was close, the food was good and the service was fast. Mac offered to drive since the Vette had been delivered back to the JAG lot by the auto club. Miranda agreed and the two rode off in the sporty little red car.

After they ordered, Mac told her guest what the mechanic had found in checking her brake line. Miranda nodded as Mac talked confirming what Mac had suspected. She just had one more simple test before confronting Miranda with her suspicions. Mac watched her face closely as she told her, "You know it was the oddest thing…the mechanic checked both flat tires and couldn't find a thing wrong with either tire. No cuts, or nails, or glass…it was as if someone had just let the air out of them."

Giving her a rueful glance Miranda said, "That someone would be me. It was the only way I could think of to get you to have your brakes checked. I'm sorry Mac and I want to pay the bill for you. It's the least I can do for causing the problem."

"The problem of probably saving my life?" Mac asked her.

"Ummmm."

"How does the information come to you? Visions? Dreams? Feelings?" Mac looked at the stunned woman across from her as she waited expectantly for an answer.

"What do you mean?" Miranda asked, still not ready to admit to the truth.

"I get visions," Mac told her. "When my little sister was thrown from her horse, I could see where she was and that she was okay except for a broken ankle and being scared. When Harm's, Commander Rabb's, jet went down I could point to rescue efforts to where he was in the ocean."

"You have them too?!" Miranda questioned in amazement.

"Yes."

"I get all three, dreams, visions, and feelings. With your brakes, I saw you in the car and crashing because they failed."

"And all the emails you've been sending to us to help us on our cases?" Mac asked gently.

There was a pause and then Miranda tried to bluff it out, "What emails?"

"It makes perfect sense now. We already knew it had to be someone from the inside. They just knew too much about the cases for it not to have been, plus the first ones were sent from the bullpen. Then after the Admiral posted a guard at night they were suddenly coming from the local library. You do know that I am going to have to tell him what I've found out…" she trailed off.

"But what is it you've found out? You know that I get feelings like you do, so if that is all you are going on, you could be the one sending these mysterious emails too…" Miranda trailed off too.

"I have gotten some of them, so that isn't likely," Mac said.

"You know better than that. That is the perfect cover. Send them to yourself to take yourself out of suspicion."

To Be Continued….