Title: Charade
 
Author: Rising Sun
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Rated: PG-13
Classification: JAG Story/Adventure

Summary: Porter Webb becomes Henry Higgins to Mac's Eliza Dolittle.
Spoilers: Legacy Part 2
 
Disclaimer: JAG characters portrayed belong to JAG, CBS and 
Paramount Television. No copyright infringement intended.  All other 
characters depicted are purely fictional and any similarities to actual 
people are purely coincidental.
 
Feedback: Would be nice.
 
Story Written December 2001
 
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1300 LOCAL 
OFFICE OF THE JAG
 
"Let me see if I understand this correctly."  Colonel Mackenzie said.  
She 
sat facing CIA Agent Clayton Webb.  "You want me to pose as some 
rich..." she searched for an appropriate word to use in the presence of 
Admiral AJ Chedwiggen.
 
"Bitch?" AJ suggested.
 
"Thank you sir." She was grateful he had slipped in. "… to catch an 
arms 
dealer?"
 
"Got it in one." Webb confirmed.
 
"Permission to speak freely sir." The Colonel asked the Admiral.
 
"By all means." He granted the request.
 
She face Webb again. "Why me? Are there not CIA Agents available for 
this?"
 
"Yes." He conceded.
 
AJ spoke before Mac.  "Webb! What the hell are you doing in my 
office?!"
 
Mac added, "Not to mention why are you not using CIA people but you 
want JAG folk!"
 
"We had an operative but she was killed. We need you Mac."
 
"Why!" She demanded "So far you are only giving reasons for me to say 
no."
 
Webb passed her a file as she read parts she couldn't believe saw. 
"Webb 
there is no time.  This character you have created is a real 
sophisticate…"
 
"But you fit the physical profile, multilingual and trained to kill." 
He 
pleaded.
 
"I repeat why me?" 
 
Webb was finally faced with playing his ace.  "You are investigating a 
double murder at the moment.  The murder weapon was supplied by 
Justin Saint Claire."
 
"Your arms dealer supplied the murder weapon in my case." She said 
coldly.  Her eyes narrowed into slits while AJ swelled to twice his 
size. 
"Webb you just want a stalking horse and you are picking Mac to be it."  
He took a calming breath. "Mac?"
 
"I want it sir."
 
Her CO paused.  "What is your plan Webb?"
 
"Our agent was killed because Saint Claire suspected she was a plant 
and 
back up was not close enough. This time I am going in as her assistant. 
I'm also having Rabb assigned to me from Bobbie Latham's office to be 
the second aid to Mac.  This way Mac can deal with her two trusty aids 
in 
tow."
 
"How did you explain the agent?" Mac asked.
 
"Communication is by e-mail so we said we … meaning you… had to be 
cautions so apologies but you will show up in person next time." Webb 
answered.
 
"And next time is when?" AJ asked.
 
"According to the file in three weeks." Mac supplied the info.
 
"Uh huh." Was all AJ's response.
 
"Mac will need to be relieved of all cases and be assigned to me so as 
to 
brief her completely." Webb was pushing it.
 
"Go get the SOB, Mac… dismissed." AJ said.
 
"Aye sir." She left the two men.
 
"Webb."
 
"Yes."
 
"You take care of her." He growled.
 
Webb gulped. The last time AJ Chedwidggen has said that to him Mac 
had dodged him and gone to Chechnya in a taxi.
 
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WEEK ONE
1300 LOCAL
ALEXANDRIA, VIRGINIA - WEBB RESIDENCE
 
At first Mac thought that Webb had been toying with her but he was 
deadly serious when he had told her to report to his mother.  So here 
she 
was.  She rang the doorbell and the butler opened.
 
"Ah welcome Colonel Mackenzie." He said in a cultured voice.  "Mrs. 
Webb is expecting you.  Leave your luggage here it will be taken care 
of. 
Follow me."
 
Mac did as she was told on all points.
 
She was led into a beautiful room filled with sunlight.  Tastefully 
done, 
simple and it screamed "MONEY!" at her. She did know what to do.  Webb 
was waiting and introduced the two women.
 
"Mother. I'd like you to meet Lieutenant Colonel Sarah Mackenzie…. Mac 
my mother Mrs. Porter Webb." The two exchanged pleasantries.
 
"Mother is a former operative and knows what you need for this 
mission." 
He said.
 
"And what is that?" Mac asked.
 
"To ooze money." Porter replied. "You need for someone to look at you 
and without asking know that you are filthy rich. You need to regard 
money as a tool. The way you regard your gun.  Right now you are not 
comfortable in this room, house or setting. When I am done with you I 
expect you to be able not only be at home here but to show me the 
faults 
here too."
 
"In three weeks!" Mac was aghast.  "Why all this for one encounter?"
 
"The last operative lost her life because Justin Saint Claire knew she 
was 
not money." Webb explained.  "The rich not only talk different but move 
different view life different.  Saint Claire is of that world and 
thinks that his 
contact is too. Now that you are in do it right Mac. Your life depends 
on it." 
 
"We are already half way there.  You are multi-lingual." Porter said.
 
"I am" Mac confirmed.
 
"Good. Next week we take a European tour and before you say that you 
know the place.  I shall show you the place from a new angle." Mrs. 
Webb 
the tutor said.  "It will also fine tune what we do here this week and 
act as 
a test."
 
Mac took a deep breath and gave it her all. "I am in your hands. Call 
me 
Mac."
 
"Heavens that will not do. I shall call you Sarah and you can call me 
Porter." The woman smiled, "Clayton leave us."
 
Webb leaned over kissed his mother, tapped Mac on the shoulder and 
left.
 
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WEEK ONE
WEBB RESIDENCE
 
Porter had shown her to her room and got down to business. "So Sarah 
do you ride?"
 
"Proficiently." Mac had replied.  She had to get used to this Sarah 
business.
 
"Side saddle?" The older woman inquired.
 
"Not needed in the Military ma'am"
 
"I suppose not and it's Porter." She corrected.
 
"Of course." Mac smiled her apology.
 
And thus had begun week one.  A week of lessons in walking, talking, 
eating, and riding supplemented by visits to museums, theatre, opera 
and 
shopping.
 
+	+	+
 
"Today we go shopping." Porter announced.
 
"What's this?" Mac asked as Porter handed her a titanium credit card.  
"And don't tell me a credit card Porter."
 
"Well that is what it is. You are a quick student Sarah but now we need 
to 
work on your attitude and your relationship to money.  And that…" She 
pointed to the card "… is the means to that end."
 
Mac looked at the card as if it was about to burn her.
 
Porter caught the look. "And the intimidation you feel for that card is 
what 
we have to over come.  I suspect what I am about to say next will not 
make it easier.  There is no limit on that card."
 
"You mean that I can do what I will but the limit will not be met." Mac 
struggled with the concept.
 
"No." Porter corrected. "I mean there is no limit to the card."
 
"You are right I am intimidated me a Marine Colonel at that." She gave 
a 
nervous laugh.  
 
"Have no fear I am here to cure you of that."
 
"Do I dare ask where this limit less cash is coming from?" Mac asked.
 
"I will tell you one day but not today. How's that for an answer?"  
Porter 
replied.
 
"Irritating but fair." Mac smiled "Shall we?"
 
"By all means." Porter called for the Rolls.
 
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WEEK TWO - TRAVEL
 
Mac didn't think that she and money would ever be friends but by week 
two they were getting there fast. It was indeed an attitude adjustment 
and 
with Porter's help a new Sarah Mackenzie was emerging.
 
First stop Montecito - The Webbs had a residence in Montecito and that 
was the first stop on the tour of Mac's enlightenment.  Montecito is 
considered Southern California's answer to East Hampton and is a 
mixture of rich townies that treasured the Oceanside commune's tempo 
verses the new money in the form of the Hollywood types.  It was a 
skill 
navigating the two sides of the street Mac felt safer in Bosnia.  With 
Porter 
Webb's guidance she navigated the waters and emerged a hit in the town.  
They were on their way!
 
Second stop London - The last time Mac was in London she had used the 
train to get her from Heathrow to the city. This time there was no such 
hustle or hassle.  The driver handled the numerous bags and they headed 
for the Webb Residence in Knightsbridge, London via stretch limousine.
 
They were in the old country now and the lessons in talking, and 
eating, 
were continued and enhanced by visits to the multitude of museums, 
theatres, and operas that made up the London scene.  Porter even 
managed to get them to the Royal Premiere of the latest Bond Film.  Mac 
managed not to embarrass herself or Porter when Prince William stopped 
to chat with her. She was certainly getting the hang of this.
 
The shopping continued.
 
They didn't stay long in London, as there was still Paris, Munich and 
Rome to visit with a week and a half to go. 
 
Third stop Munich: There they stayed in the exclusive area (where 
else!) 
of Nymphenburg. It was really a group of châteaus and a large park, 
Munich, Bavaria. There was a main building of the Nymphenburg château 
(built 1664–1728), which belonged to the dukes (later the kings) of 
Bavaria.  The schedule here was no different.  Wine and dine, meet and 
greet then shop!
 
"The best education is travel." Porter had said and she was right Mac 
thought, especially if in the company of someone like Porter Webb. 
 
Mac's last visit to Italy had not got her to Rome and even if it had 
she 
certainly had no time to see the works of Michelangelo, Bernini etal. 
 
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WEEK THREE
EN ROUTE TO HEATHROW 
 
Mac boarded the flight from Michelangelo International to Heathrow and 
settled in first class with Porter Webb at her side.  It had been a 
whirlwind 
three weeks. Porter had become Henry Higgins to her Eliza Dolittle. 
 
As Porter slept Mac reflected on the past three weeks.  She had been 
exposed to a world she knew had existed but never believed she'd 
glimpse. Now here she was cultured, expensive, knowledgeable and 
licensed to kill.  This mission so far had been interesting if nothing 
else.  
The steward walked up to her and asked "Gradite una bevanda?" [Would 
you like a drink?]
 
"Sì vogliate un vino bianco." [Yes please a white wine.] Mac replied.
 
The humdinger had been the source of money.  Clayton had provided her 
with a credit card that spent the confiscated money of drug Barons. No 
wonder there was no limit… how could there be? Somehow as a lawyer it 
smelt of money laundering… but if Uncle Sam said spend who was she 
not to?
 
The wine arrived.
 
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WEEK THREE
1513 LOCAL - JAG HQ
 
Tiner never heard when the woman walked in. "Yes ma'am may I help 
you?" She was a stunner and looked familiar.  He couldn't tell for she 
was 
wearing a scarf and wide brimmed hat that covered most of her face and 
she had kept her sunglasses on. The Petty Officer smelt money."
 
"Clayton Webb is expecting me." She said in a husky cultured voice.
 
"This way ma'am." He led her in.
 
Webb was already seated. He jumped to his feet when the woman walked 
in. AJ did the same.  "Dismissed Timer" He said as the PO hovered. She 
smiled to herself.
 
Webb held the chair as she sat.  "Mother may have molded you but that 
sense of timing will never leave you. On time as always Mac."
 
Webb had warned him of the transformation in the Colonel but he still 
was 
not ready for this.  She removed the hat, scarf and sunglasses and 
grinned at her CO.  Her hair was longer than he had ever seen it she 
had 
been due for a hair cut but it obviously hadn't manifested. She had 
always 
been a confident woman but now… now!  And the sex appeal that the 
uniform had tried to keep in check was now oozing from every pour. 
 
"No one recognized you?" He asked.
 
"Not a soul."
 
"Jesus Mac I hardly recognize you even with the hat removed." He 
confessed. "Your husband see you yet?"
 
"No sir I came here straight from Dulles." She reported. "We all go 
down to 
Miami tomorrow. Clayton I am assuming that the meeting is still 
scheduled."
 
"It is." Webb confirmed.  He noted that the Webb had been substituted 
for 
Clayton.  Damn! His mother was good! "Well this was the last test. I'm 
off."
 
"You may go to Mac." AJ dismissed her.
 
"Aye sir." For a moment the old Mac flashed.
 
Webb offered her his arm, she replace the headgear took he arm and 
walked out.  AJ remained stunned.
 
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1318 LOCAL
MIAMI BEACH
 
All players were in character from the moment they left the Rabb 
Residence.  No one knew if they were being watched so they erred on the 
side of caution. At Miami Beach the stretch limousine pulled up outside 
the mansion.  Mac raised her head from the magazine she had been 
scanning.
 
"Isn't this the Visache residence?" Harm asked Webb.
 
"It is." Webb replied.
 
Mac said nothing but remained seated watching the two men.  Harm and 
Webb finally got out with Webb moving to open the gate while Harm 
offered his hand to Mac. She took it and stepped out giving her husband 
a 
full bird's eye look at her long legs.
 
The chauffer a CIS agent took care of the luggage.
 
Miami Beach was used to the comings and goings of all kinds and usually 
ignored the folk.  This day the bustle paused.  Mac remained the center 
of 
focus for the masses as Webb purposefully fiddled with the key. "Sorry 
ma'am having a problem."
 
She ignored him.  Harm remained by her side in bodyguard mode.  Finally 
the lock clicked. On hearing it she turned and swept through the 
threshold.  
 
Webb turned to the crowd "OK show over!" he turned and followed the 
group in locking the gate behind him.
 
One man moved away to make a phone call. "Yeah she's here. Classy 
and dammed good looking too." He reported. 
 
As Webb entered the main room the phone rang.  "Yes!" Webb said into 
the instrument, the turned.  "A man named Saint Clair for you ma'am"
 
Mac was seated and indicated for him to bring her the phone to her. He 
did. "Hello?"
 
Harm and Webb listened to Mac as she played with Saint Clair. 
"Unfortunately Justin..." They were already on a first name basis. "… I 
go 
nowhere without my assistants." She chuckled "For all you know their 
duties extend there too." She scanned Harm as she spoke. They all knew 
where the conversation had moved to.
 
"So Justin do we have a date?" She cooed. "Good… By all means." She 
hung up.
 
"Is my lady steward here yet?" Mac inquired, "I have an engagement at 
seven o'clock tonight."
 
"She's here." Webb assured her. The woman was also an operative.
 
"Good." She walked out onto the grounds Harm and Webb followed.  She 
stopped under a tree and Webb pulled out a pen, which hid a jamming 
device. He nodded to her.
 
"OK the game is on.  Saint Claire will be meeting me tonight at eight. 
I 
assume it's to ensure that he is dealing with the real McCoy." Mac 
said.
 
"So far we are fine. Last time we had to go to London. This time he 
came 
here." Webb informed them.
 
"Do you have enough to grab him?"  Harm asked.
 
"Yes but not to keep him." Webb replied.  "We need to catch him with 
the 
weapons." He said, "You ok Mac?"
 
"Uh huh." She replied. "If there is nothing else I am off for a rest 
before the 
night's festivities."
 
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1926 LOCAL
PRIVATE ISLAND OFF MIAMI BEACH
 
Harm and Webb played the body guard role to its fullest. Harm in 
particular had a vested interest in the outcome. His wife was involved.
 
Mac had thanked Porter Webb for sharing her world with her and training 
her.  As she faced Saint Clair she thanked her all over again.  
 
Justin Saint Clair was a charmer and Mac matched him pace for pace.  
They discussed world events, arts, sports, global business, travel and 
philosophy among many other topics. He kept switching languages on 
her… but she kept up.  It was easy to see how the first operative had 
been 
caught. The profile on the character they had to play called for a 
level of 
sophistication not to be believed.  Damn Webb! But to be fair to catch 
this 
man a person had to be his equal … and that was not easy.
 
Three weeks of training had come down to this night and all their lives 
depended on how well she carried off the charade.
 
"Shall we dance?" he stood and offered his hand.
 
Mac took it and walked into his arms.  Harm put his poker face on and 
reminded himself that this was a mission and Mac's life depended on his 
keeping his emotions under control.
 
"You are an amazing woman Cassandra." Justin said. Cassandra was the 
name Webb had used for the fictitious character that she now was giving 
life.
 
"Thank you Justin. It is not often that I encounter a man as yourself.  
Knowledgeable, charming and deadly." She lied. That description fit 
Harm 
to a tee.
 
"You find that attractive?" He glided her across the floor to the 
Johnny 
Mathis being played.
 
"Particularly the deadly part." She dropped her voice an octave.
 
He sighed "Which brings us to business." 
 
"So soon?" She pouted.
 
"I know my dear, however if we get the business out of the way now then 
we have all the time in the world for the pleasure." They locked eyes 
and 
he bent his head and kissed her. She kissed him back all the while 
feeling 
Harm's eyes on her.
 
She was wrong. Harm recognized what was about to happen and had a 
coughing fit. As a matter of courtesy he turned his back to finish the 
fit. By 
the time he turned back the kiss was over.  There were some things a 
man didn't need to see even if he knew.
 
Justin raised his head. "I repeat you are an amazing woman Cassandra." 
He snapped his fingers and two men appeared.  She in turn beckoned to 
her assistants.  The six stood as one group and Saint Clair gave 
instructions. "We have got the business of the matter that Cassandra 
came for to attend to." He kept his arm protectively round Mac's waist. 
"You all will follow."
 
"Not happening." Harm said.  "She travels with us." 
 
Saint Clair looked to Mac to contradict. She didn't, "I told you Justin 
they 
go EVERY where with me."  He looked at her. "There too." She confirmed.  
She touched his cheek.  "Patience my dear.  Business first pleasure 
later." 
She disentangled herself.
 
"Get the car." She instructed Webb. To Saint Clair she said, "You lead 
I 
follow." She winked at him then walked out with Harm in tow.
 
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2318 LOCAL
PRIVATE WAREHOUSE
 
The six entered the warehouse. Webb did a quick walk around the 
facility 
to ensure that they were alone. They were.
 
"Your men are dedicated to their work." Saint Clair observed "Or maybe 
not." He ran his eyes over the figure-hugging outfit that Mac had on, 
the 
slit in the dress allowing a glimpse of well-defined legs as she 
walked.
 
She returned the look then said "The weapons?"
 
"This way." They moved to a set of crates.  One of Saint Clair's men 
opened one. Harm stepped forward and handed the weapon to Mac. She 
cranked it  "Good balance." She observed.
 
"Check the rest." She instructed Harm and Webb. 
 
Twenty minutes later.  "They check out."  Webb reported.
 
Still handling the weapon she said, "Pay the man."
 
"Yes ma'am." Webb went to collect the money Harm took his place at her 
side.  The end was coming and who knew how it would go down.
 
Webb was at the back of the limo removing the case of money when all 
hell broke loose.  
 
"Freeze! No body move! FBI!"  
 
"Shit!" Harm said.
 
"You double crossed me!" Saint Clair accused.
 
"Collect yourself Justin. I'm about to be arrested just like you." She 
replied.  
That gave him pause, by that time the five were surrounded and indeed 
arrested.
 
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0118 LOCAL
MIAMI POLICE STATION
 
Mac and Saint Clair were in one room with the "hence men" in another.  
The door opened and an Officer called for Mac to follow him.  
 
"Where are you taking her!" Saint Clair demanded.
 
"Don't worry you'll follow soon enough." The Officer assured him.
 
Mac was shown to another room where Harm was already seated.  They 
maintained the charade. 
 
At last Webb walked in. "I finally got this mess worked out. You are 
free to 
leave."
 
Harm leaped forward at the CIA Agent and pinned him to the wall. "You 
telling me that the CIA didn't tell the FBI that there was an operation 
going 
on!?"
 
"Harm! Let him go! Harm!" Mac ordered, "Kill him and you'll really have 
to 
stay here."
 
Harm abruptly let him go. "Now what."
 
Webb adjusted his clothes and smiled "We did it! Mac you were great! 
Despite the mess up at the end we got Saint Clair!"
 
"Oh good." Mac said. "Then take me home. Playing other people makes 
me tired." She walked out.  The men looked and each other "You heard 
the lady." Harm said.  
 
THE END