Title: Mission At Sea 
By: Suzy 

Category: J, R(H/M) 

Rating:PG-13ish 

Spoilers: basically everything up to but not including
Goodbyes. 

Summary: Harm and Mac accept a Webb mission in the
Caribbean Sea. 

Author's Notes and/or ramblings: O.k...I know I need
to work on A New Player, but as I haven't received
much response(I can count the responsesto the last
posting on 2 fingers) I won't be working on it for a
bit. This is just something that I had floating in my
mind, probably from the effects of Novocain after my
last dentist appointment. Anyways, if I don't get some
response to the part that I'm sending out today, no
more from me and I go back to my author's lurkdom.
Also, Harm and Mac have been promoted, Bugme doesn't
exist and neither does Renee. 

Archiving: Sure; as long as my name stays with it and
you let me know! 

Feedback is welcome at: MagicCarpet4@juno.com 



Commander Harmon Rabb Jr. rolled his eyes as he
overheard Lt. Bud Roberts talking to the new ensign,
Mary King, trying to get her in on the "Are They or
Aren't They" office pool. 


"Come on, two bucks get you in and 75 cents for each
day you pick." 


"Well...ok sir...I guess..." 


Harm shook his head and rolled his eyes. Turning to
his computer he quickly typed and e-mail to his
partner. 


Lt. Colonel Sarah MacKenzie looked up as her computer
twiddled. She grinned as she read the e-mail 


From: Flyboy
To: Ninja Girl
Subject: office pool



Hey Mac, Mary King just got in on the pool. Do you
think that we should tell them that we know about the
pool and have been dating for almost six months? 

Love,
Harm 


Mac clicked the reply button and quickly typed her
response. 


Harm grinned as her response scrolled across his
screen. 


From: Ninja Girl
To: Flyboy
Subject: RE: office pool



Harm- 

Nah...wait until we know everyone that is in on it.
Shit...heads up Webb alert. Wonder what he screwed up
now. 

Love you too,
Mac 


Tiner knocked on the door. "Sir, the Admiral would
like to see you and the Colonel in his office ASAP." 


"Thank you Tiner. I'll get the Colonel." Harm
responded. Harm walked to Mac's office. Knocking on
the door he entered when she motioned him in. "Admiral
wants to see us ASAP Ninja Girl. Time to find out what
Webb wants this time." 


"Ok." Mac stated, standing and straightening her
uniform. "Lets get this over with. ASAP's almost up." 


"Sir, the Commander and the Colonel are here." 


"Send them in Tiner. Colonel, Commander, close the
hatch." the Admiral said as they entered his office.
"Mr. Webb has a mission he would like your assistance
with. Remember, like all of his projects, this is
strictly voluntary. Webb?" 


"Thank you AJ. You have heard of Senator John Creek,
correct?" He continued after their nods in the
affirmative. "Well, he and his family will be going on
a vacation today, a cruise to be specific. However,
unbeknownst to his wife, Senator Creek has received
several threatening letters. We need you two to act as
a couple that just got engaged. Basically, we don't
expect any thing to happen, but we need someone there
that we can trust. Look at it this way, nothing will
probably happen and you two get a free vacation, so
are you in or not?" 


"Where's the cruise?" Harm asked. 


"Caribbean Sea." Webb responded. 


Harm sent Mac a look. They seemed to converse with
their eyes. The other two watched as they obviously
came to a decision. 


"We're in." 


1700 ZULU
North of Union Station
Washington, D.C.



"Come on Flyboy, get the lead out! Our plane leaves in
two hours, three minutes and thirty seven seconds and
we still need to get lunch!" Mac called to Harm, who
was still packing. 


"Coming Mac. Just let me toss these last few things
in." He entered the room wearing jean shorts and a
green T-shirt. "Acceptable?" He asked. 


"Well, dress whites and gold wings it isn't, but it
will have to do I suppose." 


"Really," he said, setting down his suitcases. "I
thought that they were "highly overrated" to quote the
jarhead that I know and love." He quickly pinned her
to the wall. 


"Oh, but they are." 


"Really?" he said, moving closer. 


"Mmmmhhhhmmm." she murmured, as he loomed over her. 


Harm leaned in and gently kissed her. A few minuets
later they parted. "We need to get lunch." 


"Right...lunch...1 hour, 55 minuets and 25 seconds
stickboy." She grinned. "Last one to the car buys
lunch!" She said and raced out the door and down the
stairs, avoiding the constantly broken elevator. 


"Sarah! No fair! Wait up!" he said grabbing his
suitcases and slamming the door shut behind him. "One
of these days I'm going to find out just how you do
that." 


"What? Kick your six or tell time without a watch?
Like I said before, I've got great timing! Now come on
squid, we still have to get to the airport, not to
mention get lunch. Double time squid, I'm hungry!" 


"What's your pleasure, jarhead? Ho's Organic Noodles?"



"Nah, I was thinking Wendy's because they have a drive
through, and your rabbit food, salad boy." 


"Gee, thanks. How can you eat that crap though? It's
so fating and gross." 


"High metabolism? It is good though Harm." 


Harm's only response was to snort as he pulled up to
the "Order Here" box. "What do you want?" 


"Biggie fry, cheeseburger and a frosty please." 


A staticy-sounding voice came through. Harm could only
assume that the person wanted to know what his order
was. "Yes, I'd like a cheeseburger with everything,
Biggie fry, Biggie frosty, one salad and a Biggie Diet
Coke." 


Static again. 


Pulling forward, Harm muttered about how the Wendy's
restaurants in D.C. always had the bad "order here"
things. 


"$7.33 please." the girl at the window stated. 


Harm handed her the money. As they were pulling out,
he stole a fry from Mac. 


"Hey, that's my fry Stickboy!" 


"So?" 


"Nothing I guess." 


A few minuets later
Dulles International Airport
Washington, D.C.



"Mac?" 


"Yeah?" 


"I'm sorry that this screws up our plans for our
anniversary." 


"It's okay Harm. Besides, if we had said no, Webb
might have asked why we turned down a basically free
cruise in the Caribbean." 


"I guess that there is a bright side to this." 


"What's that Flyboy?" 


"We can kiss and hold hands in public." 


"You are SO bad Flyboy." 


"I know. But you love me anyways. So, what are our
cover stories?" 


" Ummm...Harmon Tine and Sarah Cook. We're celebrating
our engagement. You're some big corporate lawyer and
I'm WHAT!!! They've GOT to be kidding me!" 


"What are you? A Tomcat pilot?" 


"Nope. I'm a Lt. Colonel in the Army, an investigator.
Specialty in weapons and tactics." 


"Ouch. So should I call you Army girl now?" 


"Keep making jokes and you will have the couch
Stickboy." 


"Ok...I'll be good. How did we meet anyways?" 


"We met when a helo went down. The company you work
for said "pilot error" and we said "faulty parts". We
got together after the case, which of course, I won." 


"No way. That is THE worst cover story I have ever
heard!" 


"Way Flyboy. I can come up with better. Hell, your
cover as Gunny Post was better!" 


"No shit Ninja-girl. Grab your stuff, we have..." Harm
looked at his watch. 


"Forty minuets. "Mac said. 


"Forty minuets until takeoff." 


"Aye aye sir!" 


1930 ZULU
Somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean



"Excuse me." Mac said, accidentally bumping into a red
haired man as she walked up the thin aisle to the
bathrooms. 


"That's ok...no harm done." He said, leering at her. 


Mac felt chilled by his lusty stare. When he put his
arm around her, she debated the best way to teach him
how to treat a woman, especially when she is a Marine.



Then she caught a whiff of how he smelled. Her
delicate nose wrinkled. The man reeked of beer and
other alcoholic beverages. She removed his arm and
pushed him none to gently on his way. Reaching the
tiny bathrooms she moaned. The lines for the small
restroom wasn't small at all. 


Harm looked up as the flight attendant offered him a
drink. 


"Coffee, water, soda sir?" she asked, batting her
eyes, obviously flirting. 


"Coffee please, and can I have a cup for my fiancee
please?" He asked. 


"Certainly sir." She said. 


Returning to her station she whispered to the other
flight attendant. "You know the cute guy in 2B? He's
taken." 


"Damn." 


Mac sighed returning to her seat. 


"What's wrong Sarah?" 


"Hmmm? Oh nothing. The line was long, that's all." 


"I suppose that's worse than having every female
flight attendant hitting on you. Coffee?" Harm said,
offering one of the two mugs. 


"Thanks Harm." She said, deciding not to tell him of
her earlier encounter. "I just want off this plane." 


"We're almost there Ninja girl. Why don't you take a
nap? I hear that I make an excellent pillow?" 


"Thanks Flyboy." She said, lifting the annoying
armrest in between them. Laying her head on his chest
and snuggling in close, she was asleep almost
instantly. Fighting sleep, harms head bent over hers
and his arms wrapped around her slender, yet strong
body protectively. His eyes gently closed. 


Two hours later a male flight attendant regretfully
woke the handsome couple. "Sir, ma'am, we're about to
land. You need to fasten your seat belts." 


Stretching, Mac removed herself from Harms embrace.
"Thanks Stickboy, I needed that." 


"Stickboy, huh? This is the thanks that I get for
being a pillow!" 


Mac just kissed him. The plane bouncing on the ground
broke them apart. "I love you Harmon Tine." 


"I love you too Sarah Cook." 


2200 ZULU
The Caribbean



"Wow, you weren't kidding when you said this thing was
huge Harm!" 


Harm grinned, leading her up the gangplank. "Only the
best for you Sarah." 


A photographer approached, his curly hair blowing in
the breeze. "Honeymooning?" He inquired. 


"Nope, were celebrating our engagement." Harm
answered. 


"Congratulations. Have a great trip!" The man said. 


"Thanks!" They said in unison. Mac couldn't help but
wish that they were really celebrating their
engagement. 


"Penny for your thoughts?" 


"What! It'll cost you more than a penny Flyboy!" 


"Sarah, come on, tell me what's wrong." 


"Later Harm." 


He sighed, realizing she wouldn't open up until she
wanted. 


"Mr. Tine? Miss Cook? This way please." A steward said
leading them to their room. 



1700 Local
Dining Room
Somewhere in the Caribbean



"Senator, Mrs. Creek, these are you dining companions
for the cruise. If you need anything, please ask." The
maitre d' said. 


"Senator, I'm Harmon Tine and this is my fiancee Sarah
Cook. It is a pleasure to meet you." 


"So, you're the ones Webb suckered into this." 


"Uh...I suppose you could say that Senator." Mac
stated 


"Please Sarah, Harmon, I'm John; and this is my wife
Robin." 


Mac and Harm exchanged a look. "All right" they said.
"Call me Harm sir." Harm continued. 


1900 Local
Somewhere in the Caribbean



"Sarah, will you tell me what's wrong now?" 


"It's silly Harm." 


"Come on Ninja-Girl, I know something is bothering
you. Talk to your fiance." Harm said, moving behind
her. 


"That's just it Harm. I keep wishing that this was
real. That we really are celebrating our engagement." 


"Oh Sarah! Don't you get it? I LOVE YOU. I've never
said those words to a woman and meant them before you.
Do you want to know what I had planned for our
anniversary? First, I was going to take you to La
Tours for dinner. Then dancing. And then, to the White
House Rose Garden where we met; I was going to kneel
before you like this, "Harm knelt on one knee,
reaching into his pocket; "and then I was going to ask
you to make me the happiest man in the world." He
finished, opening a small jewelry box, revealing a
beautiful ring, two small sapphires flanking a larger
diamond, set in gold. 


"Oh, Harm!" Mac exclaimed, shocked, tears of joy
welling in her eyes. 


"Will you?" 


"Yes." Mac said, barely audible. "Yes Harm, I will." 


"Yes?" Harm questioned. Mac nodded. "I love you so
much Sarah. Let me read you the inscription. 'For my
Sarah. Always.'" He said, and stood, slipping the ring
on her finger. He kissed her as she crushed herself to
him. The kiss only broke when air became necessary. 


"I love you Harmon Rabb." 


"And I love you Sarah MacKenzie." Kissing her again,
Harm swung her up into his arms and carried her the
short distance to the bed. 


1000 Local
The Next Day
The Caribbean



Harm awoke feeling a soft pressure on his chest.
Looking down, he smiled tenderly and brushed a few
stray locks of Mac's hair out of her face. His grin
widened as he remembered last night. They had spent
the night making love for the first time. It had been
amazing. 


"MmmmHarmmmmm?" Mac said, semi-awake. 


"Shh Sarah, go back to sleep." 


"Nah, I'm too awake now. Last night was..." 


"Amazing? Perfect?" 


She grinned mischievously. "Yeah. Something like that.
I have to admit, you wore me out flyboy." 


"No, we wore each other out. How does a late breakfast
sound? Then to the pool to tan and swim?" 


"Wonderful squid. Let's go!" 


They ate a large breakfast and wandered back to their
cabin. Harm changed in to a loose blue pair of trunks
and a Hawaiian t-shirt. His jaw dropped when Mac
appeared in bright purple bikini. 


"You like, sailor?" She questioned. 


"Uh huh, yeah, definitely absolutely love it!" 


"Careful sweetheart, your starting to sound like Bud."
Mac stated, pulling on her cover up. 


"Heaven forbid." 


Mac laughed. "Come on sailor. I plan on getting nice
and tan so we can make every one jealous when we get
back. If you're a good boy, I'll let you put sun tan
lotion on my back" 


"Aye aye ma'am!" 


1400 Local
The Caribbean



"Let's get something to drink Harm." 


"Okay, come on." Harm said and pulled her out of the
lounge chair where she had been tanning for the past
couple of hours. "Your pleasure Sarah?" 


"I think I'll just have water." 


Harm turned to the server. "Two waters please." 


"Enjoying yourselves?" A voice asked from behind them.



"Webb. What the hell are you doing here?" Harm asked. 


"I have some information for you. I don't think I need
to tell you this is top secret?" 


"No Clay, I was going to sell it to the Iranians." Mac
stated, rolling her eyes. 


Webb sighed. ' Why do I put up with them again?' he
questioned himself. "This is Pedro Recas. He was one
of ours, until Castro bought him for his own usage. We
believe that he is the one that is after Senator
Creek. Creek is a major supporter of a bill that state
wants passed. Without him, it probably won't be. That
is why you are here. You are to protect him; should
anyone try to assassinate him." He left them with the
folder, turned and headed back to his cabin. 


"Harm...this guy...he looks familiar." 


"Yeah, you're right. I think I have seen him before." 


"It'll come to me later. Right now I would rather be
doing something else." 


"Really, like what?" 


"Come to our room in ten minutes and find out,
sailor." 


Harm looked at his watch, wondering what his ninja
girl had planned. 


1730 Local
The Caribbean



"Harm, Harm, you need to wake up now." Mac said,
leaning over him and kissing the sleeping Harm awake. 


"Hmmm? Sarah?" 


"Harm, the black tie dinner is tonight. You need to
get up and take a shower." 


"Yes ma'am. I assume Webb has a tux somewhere for me?"



"Yes sweetheart, it's in the closet. Shower, now!" 


As she watched Harm walk into the bathroom, Mac
couldn't help but murmur "Damn, MacKenzie, you are as
lucky as hell. Great career, perfect man, and lots of
comfortable shoes." 


Smiling to herself, Mac slipped into a beautiful navy
blue dress. 'Webb has done it again!' she thought to
herself. 


"Want me to do it Sarah?" Harm said, reentering the
room fresh from his shower, toweling his hair dry. 


"Excuse me?" 


"Your zipper. Do you want me to do it up?" 


"Oh, yeah, please." 


"All set. May I be the first to say you look
exceptionally beautiful?" 


Mac blushed lightly. "Thanks. Now as much as I love
the towel look, can I recommend getting into your
tux?" 


"Ma'am, yes ma'am!" 


2022 Local
The Caribbean



"Colonel, may I have this dance?" Harm asked,
extending his hand for her. 


"I don't know; my fiance could get very jealous." 


"I'm sure he won't mind." 


"In that case, I accept." Mac said, accepting the
proffered arm." 


As they reached the dance floor, the singer started a
new song. 


Once I was a prisoner
Lost inside myself
With the world surrounding me
Wandering through the misery
But now I am free...



You gave me a breath of life
Unclouded my eyes
With sweet serenity
Lighting a ray of hope for me...
And now I am free...



Free to live
Free to laugh
Free to soar
Free to shine
Free to give
Free to leave
Free enough to fly



Once I was all so alone
Unsteady and cold
But your love rained down upon me
Washing away uncertainty



But now
I am free




"You know what Harm?" Mac asked, wrapping her arms
around Harm's neck. 


"What Sarah?" 


"You set me free. Before I met you, I never opened
completely to anyone, not even Uncle Matt. You've
taught me what real love is. I love you so much." 


"And I love you. You have truly made me a better man."



"Oh Harm..." 


Later that night
The Caribbean



Mac suddenly sat bolt upright, flinging herself out of
Harms arms, awakening him. "Mac?" 


"I know. Harm, I know where I saw that man. Remember
when the hospital got taken over? He, Recas was the
man who hit you!"' 


"Are you sure...never mind, I can see it in your eyes.
That's why he seemed so familiar." 


"The question is, will he remember US?!?" 


"Oh shit! We gotta find Webb, our cover could be
blown." 


"Harm we are SO screwed!" 


"Don't worry, we don't' know for sure that our cover
is blown. Let's get dressed, find Webb and figure out
what to do." 


10 minutes later
The Caribbean



Ten minutes later they pounded on Webb's door. "What
the hell?!? Can't you read...oh...it's you." Webb
said, answering the door. "Well, what do you want at
this ungodly hour of oh-dark-thirty?" 


"Actually it is 0433 and 23 seconds Webb. And it's
important. We know where we have seen Recas before." 


"Well, spit it out Colonel." 


"A few years ago, GWU Hospital was taken over by
terrorists. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about?"



"Yes, but what does that have to do with this?" 


"Webb, Recas is the reason I was in the hospital."
Harm stated. 


"Shit! We're pulling you out now! You might have
already blown your cover." 


"How do you plan on getting us outta here Webb? We're
your only hope." Harm stated logically. 


"I'm calling the admiral to see what he thinks. No way
in hell am I going to get blamed if you get hurt."
Webb said as he pulled out his "secure" cell phone.
"AJ? It's Webb. Look, Harm and Mac are in trouble." 


"What the HELL do you MEAN in trouble!?!" Came AJs
irate voice over the cell. 


"Apparently the man we're after has met them before.
Their cover could be compromised." 


"Damn it Webb! If you knew anything about this; your
ass will be mine, and this time I'll do more than
break you nose." 


"AJ, I swear to God, I didn't know!" 


"Bring my people back safe Webb." *Click* 


"That went well." Clay muttered. 


2230 ZULU
Ballroom
3 Days Later



"Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight yet
Sarah?" 


"Many times Harm, but I don't mind hearing it again."
She grinned. She was wearing a burgundy gown that set
off her coloring perfectly. "Can you believe that this
is our last night on this beautiful ship? Do you think
that Webb was just being paranoid?" 


" I know. I hope this evening never ends. I think
you're right. Webb was just being paranoid." 


" I hope so Harm." 


Several hours later
Same location



"Wow Harm, look at all of this food!" 


"Typical Marine; always thinking with your stomach." 


"Watch it Stickboy." 


"Or what?" 


"Or you will be sleeping on the couch. Alone." Harm
grinned at her. "Your smile won't help you this time
flyboy!" 


Suddenly gunfire pierced the romantic air. "No body
move, or the captain gets it!" 


Harm and Mac ducked under the buffet table. "Why can't
we ever have a peaceful trip Harm? First poachers,
then the embassy party. Do we have signs on our
foreheads saying hey terrorists, come get us!" 


"You there...go and get me Senator Creek." The gunman
said; gesturing to a waiter with his gun. 


"Let me go! You have no right to do this!" The captain
said, beginning to struggle. 


"Keep struggling and you won't be able to do any
thing, cuz you will be dead!" the terrorist whispered
into the captain's ear. 


"You got a plan yet?" Mac asked. 


"I think so. Hold on a sec." 


"Harm, the captain doesn't have a second!" 


"Got it. You pull the woozy act while I sneak up
behind him." 


"Are you trying to kill yourself?" 


"Well well, look what we have here!!! I'm sure the
boss would like to meet you two! After all, you are
trying to ruin his plans, aren't you?" a muscle man
said, pulling them out from under the table. "Hey
boss, look what I found over here. They was planning
to hurt ya!" 


"Good job Juan. Hmmm...you two look familiar. Have we
met?" the two kept silent. "Ah, now I know! You are
the ones I hit with my car! You two made me late for a
very important meeting." 


"With some Cuban, right?" Mac sneered. 


"Actually yes. You will pay for what you did, as soon
as our dear senator Creek is dead." 


"I find that to be doubtful." Came a voice from behind
Recas. 


"What the hell!?!" Recas said starting to turn around.



"Don't turn around. You're under arrest. For treason
and conspiracy to kill a senator and two members of
the military." Webb said, calmly aiming his gun at
Recas back. "Call your goons off or I'll shoot." 


"These two aren't military personnel. I checked the
passenger list!" 


"Lt. Colonel Sarah MacKenzie, USMC." 


"Commander Harmon Rabb Jr. USN. You picked the wrong
people to mess with; again Recas." 


"Says you. I still have the upper hand, can you shoot
and kill me before I kill the senator here?" 


Webb thought for a moment. He held one hand behind his
back and made a signal. Suddenly, clips could be heard
being put into guns around the room. Recas looked up
in surprise. "What the hell is this!?!" Recas
questioned. 


"We've been watching you for a while Recas. We know
all about you and your involvement with Castro. Come
peacefully and we will see about having some of the
charges dropped." Webb said. 


"NO! I won't spend time in jail! I'd rather die!" 


"That can be arranged Recas. Just give us back the
senator." Webb said, ignoring the looks that were
being given to him by Harm and Mac. 


"He will be joining me in hell Webb and there is
nothing you or your goons can do about it!" 


"Recas! Think about Isabel. Do you want her to suffer?
To not know her father?" Webb questioned him. 


"Isabel?" Harm asked Mac. 


"Don't look at me flyboy. I haven't the slightest." 


"You will let me see Isabel? If I give up the
Senator?" 


"Yes, we will Recas. You can see Isabel." 


"All right, I give up. You win Webb. I just want to
see my daughter, my little Isa." 


"Good. Now move away from the senator. Nice and slow.
Put your weapon down and back away slowly, with your
hands in the air." Webb said. 


"TRAITOR!!!!!!!" Came a voice from behind Harm and
Mac. They spun and saw a Hispanic person racing
towards them with a gun in his hands. "Recas, you
TRAITOR!!! You will die!" The assassin screamed as he
fired a bullet. Webb quickly tackled Recas and shot at
the would-be killer, shooting right through the evil
mans heart; killing him instantly. 


"Webb, what the hell is going on here?!!" Mac
questioned. 


"Its classified." 


"We just risked our lives over something and you say
it is CLASSIFIED?!?! Webb, come on now; you can trust
us!" Harm said. 


"Later Harm." 


"No, Harm's right Webb. Tell us now." Mac said, trying
to defuse the situation. 


"Can we at least talk where no one is around?" 


"Okay." The trio silently moved to the top deck while
Webb's men continued to work; taking care of Recas and
the assassin. "Now, do you want to tell us what the
hell is going on?" Harm asked. 


"Well, Recas was one of ours, the CIA's. He recently
found out that he was adopted and that he wasn't
American like he was always told, but Cuban. Long
story made very short; he joined up with Castro and he
has a 5-year-old daughter named Isabel. The rest is
classified so don't even ask. I wasn't even supposed
to tell you who he was and his past." Clay said. 


"Don't worry Webb; we won't tell your spook friends
that you told us a big secret." Mac said; teasingly as
she pushed a stray wisp of hair behind her ear; her
diamond ring glittering in the sunlight. 


"Okay. Speaking of big secrets, Colonel; Commander;
are congratulations in order?" 


"Huh? Oh yeah. Harm asked me to marry him and I said
yes." Mac said. 


"Freaky. I didn't even know you were dating." 


"We were very discrete Webb. We actually celebrated
our 6th month anniversary while we were here." Harm
stated. 


"Yeah… Harm proposed to me on our anniversary." 


"Okay…I just can't believe I never knew. I have
connections everywhere!" 


"Webb, no one knew." 


"Really…the Admiral is going to love this! I can't
wait to tell him!" 


"Webb…not a word. Got it? We want to tell him and
every one else in our own way. Keep this to yourself."
Harm practically ordered him. 


"All right, all right. I'll keep this to myself." 


1300 ZULU
JAG Headquarters
Falls Church, VA



"You ready to face the questions Flyboy?" Mac asked
Harm as they entered the elevator. 


"Yeah. I wonder who will notice it first?" Harms said;
pointing to the glittering ring. 


"I say Harriet." 


"Probably, I say Gunny." 


As the elevator slowed they looked to each other;
grinned and entered the bullpen. 


The End. 


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