Busted

Busted

By usnwife1994

Summary: Sam and Savannah literally turn the tables in Reno by conjuring up a plan to get the boys out of trouble with some help from an unexpected outside source. In the process, the girls give the term ‘payback is a bitch’ an entirely new meaning.

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Peppermill Hotel Casino
Reno, Nevada
2100

Sam couldn’t believe the state of Harm’s room, she knew Tom’s would be just as bad and silently prepared herself for one paranoid Savannah Boone. Sam took a deep cleansing breath to get her thoughts in order.

Sam sighed and dodged out of Harm’s room only to be taken by surprise by the girl from the check-in desk in the lobby who was handing her a key to the room. Sam thanked her and headed to Savannah down the hall.

Sam pounded on the door, “Savannah, open up!” Sam took a step back as the door started to open, “Oh, Maurice, I’m surprised you’re still here. Where is Savannah?”

“She’s in tears; I couldn’t just leave her like that.”

Sam wasn’t sure what to say as she entered the room. “Savannah, it’s okay,” she said calmly crouching down next to her on the sofa. “Trust me. You can’t get yourself worked up.”

“How the hell can you be so calm? Someone ransacked the rooms, your father and husband are in trouble, and you’re calm.”

Sam took a deep breath, actually finding Savannah’s demeanor refreshing. “I’ve had years of practice. I explained all this to you in San Antonio.” Sam twitched her head, “It may not be much of a consolation, but I know we’re on the right track. I know Harm and Daddy are in trouble, but they’re not in need of medical attention.” Sam lowered her head rubbing her forehead, “Look Savannah,” she looked at her again, “you need to trust me here. I need you to trust me. So far my feelings have been right, if I need to prove it to you, you can bounce a quarter off my stomach it’s that tied up in knots.” Sam gave a half smile, “How about if I start throwing out the quips again?”

“Please, Sam, I can’t laugh in the middle of this situation.”

Sam shook her head looking away as she got to her feet. “I’m going to call the base and get a forensics team in here. Did you touch anything?”

“Surprisingly, no and I’m used to picking up after your father.”

“Yeah well, Dad’s been retired long enough to no longer be squared away.” Sam returned to Maurice’s side.

“I want one of the rooms on either side of ours; two of your biggest security guards, one posted at each of the doors and under no uncertain terms are they to allow anyone in the rooms without my say. I also want to see any surveillance tapes the casino has from the past twenty-four hours.”

“Are you a police officer?” Maurice asked with his arms folded across his chest. “If you are, I’d love to see what you look like in uniform.”

“You’ll have to settle for a Navy uniform and that’s not going to happen.”

“Oh damn,” Maurice whined, “of all the luck.”

“You don’t gamble do you Maurice?”

“No,” he shook his head, “I’m lousy at it. I’d lose my shirt.”

“But, you can be ‘bribed’.”

“Bribery is such an ugly word and it’s illegal.”

“Oh, Harm must have turned lawyer on you then. Well, how about a little side bet, just between us… no risk really.”

Maurice hooked his arm around Sam’s escorting her out, “Now you’re talking. What’s first?”

“I’ll add a hundred to whatever Harm was going to pay you for being his… informant.” Sam held up her finger, “but, you have to do as I requested.” Sam paused and beaded her eyes curiously, “I’m also willing to bet you work for the highest bidder,” looking at Maurice knowingly from the corner of her eyes. “Who’s your highest bidder, Maurice?”

“Well, so far you and Mister Rabb.”

“Good. I want to keep it that way. So, if you want to be paid well, with an additional fifty bucks for an incentive, you’ll tell me ‘everything’ you know and keep me informed if anyone approaches you wanting information regarding the four of us. Right?”

“That depends, what’s the fifty on top of?”

“It sure as hell won’t be me.” Sam retorted firmly. “You tell me how much they’re paying you before you speak and we’ll decide from there, ‘but’ that will depend on how much you have to say.”

“It’s a deal, but please, don’t tell my boss.”

“With the amount of money I’m about to pay you in the next couple of days, I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Now who’s bribing who?”

“Bribery is an ugly word and illegal, remember?” Sam concluded in front of Harm’s room. “Now, go Maurice and soon as you have the room ready, let us know.” Sam stepped into the room closing the door behind her.

******

Sam proceeded with her phone call to Fallon requesting an NCIS forensics team sent to the hotel. Ending the call, looking at her watch, Sam quickly calculated the time difference and decided she’d better wait until morning to notify Sturgis when he was in the office.

“Okay Sam, get your head together.” Sam muttered into her hands rubbing her face starting to feel her exhaustion starting to search the room for anything.

******
0900
Another room
Elsewhere in the hotel…

Harm started to awaken, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes to force away the throbbing in his head. ‘Can’t be a hangover, I only had two drinks.’ He thought forcing himself to sit up on the edge of the bed and leaned forward on his knees. “So why the hell is my head throbbing?”

“Perhaps this will help.”

Harm forced himself to raise his head seeing the coffee and aspirin being offered to him; slowly raising his head, seeing Candie. Harm stood, pushing on her arm stepping past her, “No thanks, I’ll get my own.”

Harm wasn’t sure what happened the night before, last he remembered was going to a room in the casino that was set up for private poker games… invitation only and generally for high rollers. Harm remembered talking to Tom and being served drinks by a hotel employee, compliments of the hosting party for the game. Then suddenly, he and Tom both couldn’t seem to keep their eyes open.

Harm realized he was standing before the seductress in only his boxers, unable to remember the last several hours, wondering if she took advantage of him, Guilt started to sweep over him. Harm grabbed his jeans from the nearby dresser. “So,” Harm spoke slipping them on, “what was it in my drinks last night, low doses of ecstasy? Or did you have a little mercy and just slip a sleeping pill in each drink?”

“Well now,” Candie replied setting the cup and aspirin down. “if I did that, you wouldn’t have been able to… ‘perform’ last night.” She cooed while sliding her hands down his bare chest.

Harm removed her hands from his chest, taking a step back grabbing his shirt. “No, I would’ve remembered if I was forced to cheat on my wife.” Harm hushed pulling on his shirt. “And ah, since my wife accuses me of boosting my own ego, hell I may as well. Even after two good stiff drinks, I have no problem getting it up.” Harm waved his finger at her, “You can ask my wife,” he concluded sitting down putting on his shoes and socks.

“No,” Candie stepped to Harm, still attempting to seduce him; she leaned forward caressing his cheek with her hand, “You’ll give in to temptation and then I’ll find out all on my own.”

“I doubt that,” Harm said firmly pushing her away as he stood. “Perhaps I should get you another glass of ice water or should I save myself the trouble and fill the jacuzzi up with ice for you?”

Candie just smirked watching Harm trying to find his way out, following him out of the bedroom and into the main area of the penthouse suite.

“Trying to find your way out Captain?”

Harm stopped dead in his tracks, his back to her, with a baffled expression on his face. Harm started to wonder how she knew his rank. Harm turned to face her, “Is this what all this is about? Some time ago, I prosecuted you in a court-martial and this is your way of revenge and I just simply don’t remember?”

“Oh no, don’t be silly Captain. I’m not the military type.” Candie replied making her way to him. “Matter of fact, I hate the military.”

Harm smirked shaking his head in disbelief, waving his finger at her as he turned to find the door leading out to the hall. “No, you’d only hate the military until you stripped us out of uniform and had your way.” Harm paused. “So, tell me… you’ve been trying to seduce me since you first came to my room last night, you’ve been shot down twice. The first time, you were interrupted by my father-in-law, which saved me from being rude and you the embarrassment of having the door slammed in your face. The second time in the bar; tell me, how soon did that ice cube in your chest turn to a trickle of water and dry up?”

“I’ve always been a sucker for a man in uniform,” Candie said sitting down, silently finding it amusing Harm was still trying to find his way out. “You’re not going to get out of here Captain, so you may as well sit down. Since you declined the coffee in bed, help yourself.”

Harm sighed; obviously she had answers he needed. He wondered how guilty he was going to be feeling remaining in the hotel room with her. Harm couldn’t help but think that Maurice was right, Candie was attractive. The guilt remained and Harm was keeping Sam in every silent thought as he went to the kitchen area of the suite to make a fresh pot of coffee. He didn’t trust Candie by any means.

“Don’t trust me Captain?” Candie said seeing him going about the task. “If I drugged the coffee, do you think I’d be drinking it?”

“Probably,” Harm said eyeing her briefly. “Wouldn’t that be how this cliché works? You spike the coffee with some drug, knowing I wouldn’t drink too much of it anticipating you to do so. We both drink enough, pass out, but you be sure to drink plenty so you can cry wolf to the police; have me accused of date rape or something.”

“I underestimated you. Hmmm… my challenge is going to be much harder then I had thought.”

Harm since finished his task; he stood with his arms folded across his chest. “So, who is paying you? Why am I being seemingly kept out of the way?”

“Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies.”

“At least answer me this one. Where’s my father-in-law?”

“Right here,” Tom answered crossing the suite to him with a man close behind. “Just don’t be stupid, the jerk behind me has a pistol.”

“Now I get to have my fun with you,” Candie said slipping off the stool, eyeing Harm as she did.

“Is that your coffee or hers I smell brewing?” Tom asked beading his eyes at Harm.

“Mine, I wasn’t stupid enough to drink hers this morning.” Harm answered with slightly angered eyes wondering what Tom was thinking, nearly defensive wondering if their conversation yesterday after meeting Candie for the first time was now out the window.

“Don’t be stupid enough to drink what you’re making either,” Tom slightly debated.

Harm raised his eyes, “I didn’t use an open package of coffee.”

“Skip the coffee this morning Captain.” Tom said firmly and wondered if Harm would get the hint. He turned his head briefly seeing the gunman watching them like a hawk from across the bar. “I take it you didn’t pick the door around the corner as our way out, which looks like elevator doors.”

“Explains why I couldn’t find the right door and our ‘darling‘ Candie is sweet and sour.”

“More sour,” Tom said handing Harm a can of soda; he chuckled. “You know, when the kids were little Samantha always thought it was loads of laughs shaking one of these things,” nudging Harm gently with his elbow. “She always did it in the house and Sam would get so damn mad at her.”

“Oh, why’s that?” Harm questioned back as they nonchalantly shook the cans.

Tom held the can away, in the direction of the gunmen, “Because she’d always open it aiming it at Gary.”

Harm gave a smirk, “Oh like this so it would splatter in his eyes,” following suit.

Tossing the cans as they went, Tom led the way quickly in the direction of the door when the gunman let out a groan of slight agony feeling his eyes stinging from the soda.

Harm and Tom were just in view and stopped dead in their tracks hearing a gun shot behind them.

“Nice try Admiral,” Harm said and sighed heavily, exchanging the same displeasing expression as they turned, none surprised to see it was Candie.

“Tie them up,” Candie ordered her sidekick. “Too bad I won’t be tying you to the bed, Captain.”

“Can I at least use the head first?” Harm asked being cocky stepping past her.

“You’re good looking Mister Rabb but would be a waste if I killed you just for being ‘cute’.”

Harm looked over his shoulder briefly, “Why not, my wife would.”

The big heavy set man positioned two chairs from the dining table in the middle of the room back to back, forcing Harm and Tom to sit and tied them together.

“I can just hear Sam now,” Harm muttered over his shoulder to Tom.

“Me too and you know what the hell of it would be?”

“What’s that Sir, Savannah agreeing and adding to it?” Harm questioned back with a teasing grin.

“Yup,” Tom agreed jerking his head. “Any ideas as to what the hell is going on?”

“A little… I just hope by the time this is over I won’t feel guilty. Sam will believe me and our sweet and sour candy ball won’t be able to hunt her down and convince her of anything different.”

“Sam’s too smart to think that, she’ll give you the opportunity to explain.”

“I’m not worried about that, it’s the other things playing through my head at the moment. Candie can be very persuasive when she wants to be… she damn near had me second guessing about last night.” Harm paused. “What did they do with you last night?”

“I was in the other bedroom, past the elevator at the other end.”

Harm shook his head muttering, “Terrific.”

******
1000
The girls’ room

Sam just started to awaken, grateful that Maurice managed to get them the suite next to Tom’s. It was a standard guest suite, but it had two beds and Sam didn’t particularly care if the room had one bed, she would’ve slept on the floor if need be.

Sam’s senses started to conquer her heavy lidded eyes through the aroma of coffee and breakfast. Sam got out of bed and made her way to the small dining area seeing Maurice personally rolling in a cart from the kitchen.

“What’s this going to cost me, Maurice?”

“Breakfast is free this morning.” Maurice announced gleefully.

“Maurice, please don’t be so damn chipper,” Sam griped sitting down. “Where is Savannah?”

“Just getting out of the shower,” she answered crossing from the bathroom in the complimentary terrycloth bathrobe, towel drying her hair. “Sam, you’ll love the shower… I started to prune before getting out,” she concluded sitting down at the table across from Sam.

The girls watched as Maurice set their plates down in front of them and added one for himself plus one just a little larger in the center of the table. Maurice removed the covers from their plates before taking his seat.

“Are you going to be a thorn in our side all day or just over breakfast?” Sam asked taking a swig of her coffee once he finally poured it.

“Well, if you don’t want some dessert for breakfast, I’ll leave,” he started to stand reaching for the platter in the middle.

Savannah quickly put her hand on his, “Sit down,” she spoke gruffly.

“Of course,” Maurice did as instructed. “I’m not worthy enough to be a man,” he said covering his eyes, propping his elbow on the table whining, quickly collecting himself as if nothing ever happened. “Of course, I’m always putty in the hands of a beautiful woman.” Maurice clapped his hands in glee, “This time, I’m putty in the hands of two… I’m the luckiest man in the room.”

“You’re the only man in the room.” Sam pointed out. “So, what is for dessert Maurice?”

Maurice leaned in her direction slightly, turning his head in turn, “Well, I thought perhaps we’d go to the movies. I didn’t think it was such a good idea to bring you the tapes in the open.” Maurice stretched and removed the cover, “Voila, Peppermill security a-la-mode.”

Sam grabbed the tape after passing a hopeful expression to Savannah as she stood. “Maurice, bring the coffee and breakfast over,” she requested crossing the room to the living room area where the television was located.

Maurice did as requested with Savannah’s help. Maurice set Sam’s plate down in front of her, taking the remote as he did, “Allow me,” sitting next to her. “Oh, this is so much more fun then watching Matlock or Colombo...”

“Perry Mason,” Sam added not resisting.

Maurice gasped turning his head to her, “Bite your tongue,” he scolded just above a whisper. “You are definitely no Della Street,” he looked at Savannah with a soft smile, “but you… definitely. You have the same charm and charisma.”

“Maurice,”

“Yes?” turning his head to Sam.

“Shut it until I’ve had at least two cups of coffee and a shower.”

Maurice leaned to Savannah, flexing his finger as he spoke, “She’s a crabby one in the morning.”

“I can be too and we’re in the right part of the country to find scorpions.”

“Hell, I’d move Maurice into the nest,” Sam said as she ate watching the surveillance tape. Sam swallowed the bite in her mouth as she stood. “Savannah, we’re looking for our Texas businessman or anyone with Harm and Daddy, even if they don’t seem to be ‘with them’.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Make a phone call.”

******
JAG HQ
1500 local

Sturgis had just hung up the phone, ending a call from Sam; he summoned Coates, Mac and Bud into the office.

“I just got off the phone with Sam.”

“Is everything all right?” Bud asked caringly.

“No it isn’t Bud.” Sturgis regretfully answered. “Apparently Harm and Admiral Boone are… indisposed.”

“What do you mean, ‘indisposed’?” Mac asked wanting clarification.

“Apparently, Harm and Admiral Boone decided to go to Reno.”

“Reno? I thought they were in San Diego for a squadron reunion?” Bud questioned interrupting.

“They were,” Coates answered, quickly realizing she was going to be drilled by the three senior officers. “Captain Rabb left me a set of instructions; it was more of an itinerary for emergencies only. The reunion was only for a few days and they also planned on attending some air show in Reno.”

Bud snickered under his breath. “Captain MacArthur allowed Harm to go to an air show without her?”

“Guess he really does have a death wish,” Mac added smirking.

Sturgis chimed in, “I’m glad you two find it amusing considering when Sam arrived at Harm’s hotel room in Reno, it was ransacked.” Sturgis continued seeing the seriousness flood their faces. “Now do you two wish to continue with the wisecracks?”

“Well, we both can’t leave,” Mac said referring to herself and Bud.

“You’re right, you can’t.” Sturgis agreed.

“Well, you can’t go either,” Mac pointed out.

“I’m not going either.”

“So, what are we going to do? Just wait around and do nothing?” Jen drilled. “Sir.”

“No, we’re going to continue going about our jobs.” Sturgis answered. “As for waiting, well, we’ll be waiting for news from Sam when she has some.”

“Sturgis,” Mac started to argue, “Since you’re acting JAG, I respectfully request going out to Reno to investigate.”

“Denied Colonel,” Sturgis said firmly. “Captain MacArthur has the situation under control,” holding up his hand briefly, “and before you say it, I’ve already argued with her about this. Now I’m passing the order on.”

“Since when does ‘that’ Captain give ‘this’ command an order?” Mac questioned with attitude.

Sturgis raised his eyes ignoring Mac’s attitude, “Since she out ranks me and working a case for NCIS.”

Mac pressed her lips together looking away and to him. “So, if one Rabb isn’t going to run this command the other one is. Is that it?”

“No, that’s not it Colonel.” Sturgis took a small breath and dismissed Bud and Coates; continuing when the door closed. “Mac, what is your problem? You’ve been on Harm’s six since the SECNAV gave him this assignment and the other day in the conference room surely didn’t go unnoticed either. Now you’re all over my six because Sam made a courtesy call apprising me of the unexpected situation and I happen to agree with her.” Sturgis paused. “It’s an NCIS matter Colonel and they’re handling it. More to the point, Sam is heading the investigation simply because she believes somehow Harm and Admiral Boone disappeared because of the investigation.”

“You know,” Mac started to retort, “I will agree with Harm, neither of you are Admiral Chegwidden, but we both know Admiral Chegwidden would want one of us out there investigating the disappearance of one of his officers.”

“You’re speculating Colonel and we don’t know that for sure.”

“Bullshit Commander,” Mac fought back. “Speculation or not, we both know it’s true. Since you seem to be tied up with rank on this, despite you being acting head I still outrank you.”

“Ah, no Colonel, you and I are equivalent on that matter if you strip away our current positions, time in service and time on station.”

Mac sighed heavily knowing Sturgis was right. “We can’t just sit here and do nothing.”

“We are going to do just that, Colonel considering I don’t know anything about Sam’s investigation, never mind where to start in Reno.”

“Starting with the hotel they were staying at would be a good place.”

“Colonel, don’t sneak in under Captain MacArthur’s radar. We don’t know the situation out there and if you go out there on your own you can very easily make the situation worse. I don’t like doing ‘nothing’ anymore then you do, but this IS a NCIS investigation. It’s not the first time we’ve been kept out of an investigation into one of our own.”

“Yeah and look what happened! Harm ended up in the brig and Sam pulled us in at the eleventh hour.”

Sturgis nodded, “Yes she did and IF she needs our help, she’ll do it again.”

“Has anyone notified Savannah?”

Sturgis chuckled, “Let me ask you something Colonel. Would you rather face Sam’s wrath for sneaking under her radar going out there or would you rather stay the hell out of the way knowing Sam and Savannah both are getting to the bottom of this?”

“Savannah is in Reno… with Sam?” Mac asked with raised eyes, continuing seeing the answer in his face. “Little miss prim and proper, southern bell debutante, high class society Savannah Boone is in Reno assisting Sam?”

“Don’t judge a book by its cover, Mac,” Sturgis said turning to sit at the desk. “Savannah Boone might be all that, but I’m sure even she can be a snake in the grass.”

Mac took a seat. “You mean to tell me, we’re letting NCIS do this investigation, but a ‘civilian’ has all the rights to be privy to information we as JAG lawyers are not.”

“We would be if I was able to spare you or Bud to assist Sam, but I couldn’t because we’re short-handed and it’s not like I didn’t consider it either. We’re all pulling double-duty around here in one form or another, the last thing I need to do is to authorize a joint investigation with NCIS. Do I have to go as far as informing the SECNAV and have him give you a direct order to stay clear of it?”

“I have leave time on the books…”

“Forget it Colonel,” Sturgis was incredulous. “Rabb has pulled that one enough, don’t attempt to weasel your way into this, unofficially or not.” Sturgis paused. “And if you’re not in this office tomorrow morning, I’ll have you declared AWOL and picked up in Reno… which by the way, I don’t know the name of the hotel they’re staying at either. So that should throw a good size monkey wrench into that head of yours.”

“I hope that’s not a threat Commander.”

“No just simply one hell of an incentive to keep you out of Sam’s investigation and I’m not authorizing a JAG investigation either, we have more than enough work of our own without creating it.” Sturgis paused. “To answer your earlier question, I don’t know if Savannah is privy to Sam’s investigation, all I know is Savannah is with Sam in Reno.”

******
The Peppermill

Sam, Savannah and Maurice finished watching the surveillance tape Maurice brought to them with no luck, not even a glimpse of the boys.

Sam would rather have not allowed Maurice to be in the mess, but she knew she had to. For one, she seemed he could be trusted and easily bought at the same time, putting all of them at risk. Between Sam and Savannah, they were able to get Maurice to spill his guts revealing all he knew about the boys.

“Maurice, the hospitality you passed to the boys as a hotel courtesy is just too good for anyone who’s never been to the hotel before.” Sam’s brain started to go sitting next to him, Savannah on the other side. Sam turned slightly resting her arm on the back of the couch, playing lovey-dovey with him, giving a devilish grin as Savannah played along. “Who paid you to pass it along?”

Maurice started to quiver, “I already told you both,” glancing at each as he spoke, “I don’t know names.”

“I think,” Savannah spoke in her southern sexy voice, “you were paid not to reveal that information.”

“A lousy fifty bucks,” Maurice started to cave.

“I’ll triple that if you tell us who and I’ll settle for a description.” Sam dared enticingly.

“He’d kill me if I squealed.”

“I think we can make you squeal,” Savannah continued to play along, running her finger along his lapel remembering the night before it melted him. “Possibly in delighted pleasure…”

“But you’re a married woman.”

“Shame on you Maurice,” she whispered in his ear, “and I thought you were a better man than to think in that way.”

“Okay, what do you have in mind?” Maurice questioned trying to focus on something other then the girls toying with him.

“Since you know this man or woman, by sight,” Sam spoke, “I’m one hell of a poker player. You get me in one of the big games with a high roller or two… and I know you know who they are. You inform your fourth boss that you ‘heard’ Mrs. Rabb is in the house.”

“Fourth?” Maurice questioned.

“Yes, fourth. There’s your hotel boss, Harm, myself and Savannah – obviously we’re partners.”

“Do I get to watch?”

Savannah gasped, “Now Maurice, you should know we’re a little more modest then that. Not even our husbands have seen us in… action.”

Sam turned her head away covering her mouth, pressing her lips together desperately trying not to burst into hysterics. ‘Not counting the act of intoxication’, she thought.

With Sam turned away, Maurice was able to move out from between them to sit on the coffee table facing them. “Okay, I’ll do this, but there’s a problem.”

“What problem would that be?” Sam asked regaining her composure.

Maurice rested his elbow on his leg, pressing his thumb and index finger together. “You can’t just get in on an aggressive game. You have to buy your way up, you’re not a regular high roller and most of them do know each other.”

“I can take care of that and set it up as being in Rio for a while.”

“Oh no, Rio de Janeiro, what an insult to the Frenchman.” Maurice said placing his palm flat on his chest, “The French Riviera is so much nicer.”

“Are you suggesting I spice up a background in Monte Carlo?”

“I insist upon it, but you’d never pass as a Frenchman.”

“Considering I have the wrong plumbing, you’re absolutely right.”

“Maurice,” Savannah spoke, “get Sam set up into a game, I’ll find my own.”

Maurice agreed and went on his way taking the breakfast cart with him and at Sam’s request leaving what was left of the coffee.

“Okay, Sam,” Savannah spoke as she stood and stepped around the couch. “What the hell is the game plan?”

“Right now?” she questioned back, “I need to take a shower and wake up the rest of my brain cells.”

******
Hotel Lobby

Just as Maurice was stepping past the desk making his way to the ‘Poker Room’, he was stopped by the girl working the desk informing him of a phone call.

Maurice gasped with slight disgust as he turned to take the call. “Yes, this is Maurice,” listening and reached for a pen and paper as Sam spoke. “Uh-huh – Yes. – I’ll take care of it.” Maurice passed the girl the phone, “Thank you darling,” he said as she took it.

Maurice turned to continue on with Sam’s request on his way to the casino area, but first he had to stop at the boutique to select Sam’s attire to add to her charade.

Maurice went through every rack in the boutique following Sam’s instructions and became frustrated not finding what Sam was looking for. “Oh darn!” Maurice muttered nearly at a whine stomping a foot. “Well, gee whiz! We are near Macy’s…” he mused turning to leave the boutique and straight out the main entrance of the hotel, not thinking to contact Sam in the room making her aware of the situation.

******

Sam had since got out of the shower staying wrapped in the complementary bathrobe, grabbed the security tapes just in case they needed them at a later time. She headed to Harm’s hotel room with Savannah in tow.

“Sam, tell me something.” Savannah requested once Sam finally dressed. “What do the rooms being ransacked have to do with your investigation?”

Sam took a deep breath. “They may very well not be tied together, but something just isn’t making any sense.” Sam started to pace near the dining table as Savannah sat. “The evidence in Donovan’s office sent me to Leavenworth, but I honestly believe the person I spoke to.”

“Who was that Sam?” Savannah asked curiously.

“It’s a long story and not important really.” Sam answered dismissing the question. “It was to put me on the wrong trail and explains why I was too relaxed until Palmer started pushing my buttons.”

“Palmer is the inmate you talked to at Leavenworth?”

“Yes,” Sam answered realizing she was speaking her thoughts aloud and regretted it. “I’m not getting into who he is; it’s just better that way and I’m not into getting further side-tracked.” Sam shook her head and flung her hand, “The ass is right,” she turned to face Savannah waving her finger, “he’s nowhere near involved with this mess, so why point the finger at Palmer other then to send me on the wrong trail.”

Savannah waved her arm across the table, leaning slightly, “What are the chances the boys disappearing IS tied into your investigation? It seems to me that who ever is behind this damn mess might have dragged them into it for some strange dumb reason or another.”

“Yeah, but who?” Sam asked baffled. “The only person I can think of that would have this type of revenge dealing with the military is Clark Palmer, but he’s sitting high on the hog in the brig.”

“I think one day in Texas has really screwed up your terminology,” Savannah chuckled out. “Who else would want revenge on your father and Harm?”

Sam shook her head, “Thinking of the both of them, one other person comes to mind and that’s David.”

“Who’s David?”

“Palmer’s cellmate.”

Savannah raised her eyebrows, “I don’t mean to sound cruel,” starting to stand, “but ya’ll hang out with the wrong crowd.”

Sam looked away pressing her lips together, rapidly counting to ten trying to calm herself and failed. “Palmer’s cellmate is Sammy’s adoptive father,” her tone offensive feeling the pit in her stomach open, desperately needing to be in Harm’s embrace. “David is in prison because he attempted to kill Allison twice and succeeded the second time. Allison was Sammy’s adoptive mother and my best friend in the world.” Sam felt her eyes starting to water and turned heading for the door. “I need to clear my head.”

Savannah didn’t get a glimpse of Sam’s face before she stepped out the door, but she knew she inadvertently struck a nerve. “You dumb broad!” Savannah muttered realizing when she had heard David and Allison’s names from Harm regarding Abigail. Savannah took a deep breath wondering what type of nest she just stirred up making a mental note to talk to Tom.

******

Sam was making her way across the lobby to the concierge to enquire about a hotel health club to workout, wanting nothing more than to forget about her last comments to Savannah. Receiving directions to the health club, Sam went on her way.

Passing the boutique Sam realized she left the room in haste forgetting a set of workout clothes. Sam went in and picked out a tank-top and a pair of shorts, nearly choking on the prices knowing she’d gain a dirty expression from Harm over it. Sam vaguely smirked shaking her head making her way to the health club.

Sam changed in the locker room and found an unused treadmill. ‘This works,’ she thought starting out a walk increasing her pace to a jog, as her thoughts went she picked up her pace to a hard run. ‘Okay, MacArthur, get your head wrapped around this investigation. David can’t be behind this, he’d want me not Daddy or Harm. Although, Harm was the one that sent him to prison to start, he would be as vindictive as Palmer… come after me to get to Harm.’ Sam’s face washed with puzzlement. ‘What if this has nothing to do with Daddy at all? That would surely take Palmer and David out of the equation. So, what’s left? Another treadmill Sam.’ she snickered under her breath. ‘I’d say right, but get the same damn answer.’ Sam estimated a woman on a nearby treadmill from the corner of her eyes. ‘My god if I had hooters that size, I sure as hell wouldn’t be caught dead in a spandex workout suit never mind being on a treadmill jogging… forget the bench pressing, I’d be too busy pressing my chest out of the way.’

Sam took a cleansing breath. ‘Sam, seriously get your head back on track here,’ scolding picking up her pace slightly. ‘IF Harm and Daddy disappearing does have something to do with my investigation, why take them out of the picture? Dad’s been retired long enough, hell, he wouldn’t even have the clearance for or contacts for weapons research. As for clearance, Harm would… now, but I wonder if there’s something prior to us actually getting our acts together. It would make sense if one of his cases was involving military equipment one way or another, but it may not even be a connection with weapons.’ Sam let out a frustrated sigh slowing her pace down. ‘Well, Sam, you’ll just have to put a call into JAG to find out and one into NCIS or drive to Fallon yourself… that would probably be your best bet. No, phone calls are better, that way you can keep your eye on Maurice. Speaking of Maurice, I wonder what the hell happened to him.’ Sam thought getting off the treadmill grabbing the towel she swiped earlier coming out of the locker room and headed into that direction patting her face.

******
JAG HQ

Mac was less than thrilled with Sam’s seemingly running the command, even more so with Sturgis agreeing with her not to launch their own investigation into Harm’s disappearance. Mac knew Sturgis was right, if she went to Reno on her own she could be reported as going AWOL, but at the same time she knew Sturgis wasn’t that vindictive to carry out the warning threat.

Mac started to formulate her own plan to find out exactly what was going on and basically cornered Petty Officer Coates wanting to know what the set of instructions were that Harm had left her.

Jennifer knew by Mac’s tone it was coming across as an order and not a simple inquiry. Jen understood and was concerned as well, but Harm was very specific and rank was standing in her way. “Ma’am, respectfully,” she tried to remain calm not wanting to defy orders all around. “The Captain was very specific with his instructions.”

“Which are?” Mac questioned with raised eyes.

Jen sighed, “Personal ma’am,” she quickly continued know it hadn’t sufficed. “It’s a list of phone numbers and instructions for emergencies only.”

“And you’re not saying anything because you don’t feel this is an emergency?”

Jen fought her words, “Not per say ma’am.” Jen tried to clarify knowing how on edge everyone was. Wanting to keep peace amongst her senior officers, she gave in. “Ma’am, respectfully it’s not going to do you any good.”

“Why not?” questioned Mac growing impatient.

Jen sighed. “It’s phone numbers on whom to call for emergencies. Considering Captain MacArthur is already aware of Captain Rabb’s situation, he’s on leave with Admiral Boone and Mrs. Boone is with Captain McArthur, do you really see a point to utilize the Captain’s explicit instructions he left for me?”

“Yes, I do.” Mac said catching the loop hole and stepped around Petty Officer Coates and directly to see Sturgis.

******

“Sturgis,” Mac called crossing the office, “I found a way to find out more about Harm.”

“Mac,” Sturgis replied from the desk, “we’ve been told to stay out of it. I stand corrected, ‘ordered’ to stay out of it.”

“Well, considering not once did anyone mention Sammy in the instructions Harm left for her.”

Sturgis waved his arm slightly. “Colonel, do you really see a point in notifying a twelve-year-old and getting her all upset by telling her over the phone that her father is in trouble with nothing further?”

“No,” Mac said releasing a breath; she knew Sturgis was right. “But Sammy might be able to tell us where Harm is.”

Sturgis rubbed his forehead in frustration. “Mac, you go dragging Sammy into this you’re going to stir up one hell of a hornet’s nest. That Hornet is going be loaded to the hilt with Harm and Sam missiles. I don’t ‘even’ want to think of Admiral Boone’s wrath for your dragging his granddaughter into this. IF there’s anything that Sammy needs to know, I don’t doubt for a second that Sam will tell Sammy herself.”

“And what if Sam ‘can’t’ tell Sammy that something has happened to Harm? Then what are you going to do?”

“Notify Captain MacArthur’s grandmother,” Petty Officer Coates answered from the door. “I’m sorry to interrupt.”

Mac turned sideways and then her head. “So, there’s more to Harm’s instructions?”

“Colonel,” Sturgis chimed in, “you drilled Petty Officer Coates?”

“Well, someone around here needs to do something.” Mac answered near anger as she turned to face Sturgis.

“Colonel, you didn’t exactly let me finish earlier. Captain Rabb left all the bases covered, so no matter what, a relative would be the one to notify and inform his daughter of any type of ‘medical’ emergency.” Jen paused. “Besides that, Sammy is on a cross-country vacation with her grandparents.”

“Her grandparents are in Nevada and Sam’s grandmother doesn’t drive, that I know of.”

“That would be Commander Humiston’s parents.” Sturgis informed. “Petty Officer, was there something you needed?”

“No Sir, but Captain MacArthur is on the line for you.” Jennifer silently excused herself and left. ‘Oh man is shit really going to hit the fan around here by the end of the week.’ She thought closing the door behind her.

“You may as well stay, Colonel.” Sturgis suggested reaching for the phone. “Sorry to keep you waiting Sam, what can I do for you?” Sturgis waited until she finished. “Okay, will do. Where can I reach you? – Ah,” he spoke with slight reluctance, “Harm left it with Petty Officer Coates. Um, Sam, there has been some concern in regards to notifying your daughter.” Sturgis held the phone away from his ear, as he started to bring it back a brief moment later he heard the phone go dead.

“Well?” Mac asked impatiently, “What’s going on?”

“Colonel,” Sturgis replied as he stood with raised eyes pointing to the phone, “if my father ‘ever’ heard me say those words, not only would he throw the good book at me… he would beat me senseless and baptize me himself in the Atlantic and the last words I’d hear are ‘Holy Ghost’,” Sturgis twitched his head, “I would not be coming up to hear the ‘Amen’.”

Mac stood to follow Sturgis out, “I take it the Captain wasn’t thrilled to hear our concerns.”

“Oh, she was thrilled alright, Mac. So, thrilled she’s going to throw a party.” Sturgis was being facetious. “And before you ask, because of my upbringing, I will ‘not’ repeat those words to you. Sam gave the term ‘cussing like a sailor’ an entirely new meaning but,” he held up a finger for indication, “I think some where in all that was a thanks for the concerns.” Sturgis turned in the doorway to Harm’s old office, “Oh and Sam called because she needs a little help.”

“It’s about damn time.” Mac said, shocked it took Sam this long.

“To box up all of Harm’s cases and to take them down to NCIS,” Sturgis finished his quick brief starting to go about the task.

Mac’s eyes widened stepping inside. “All of them? Has Sam seriously lost it or something? We’re going back years and Harm’s earlier cases are in storage.”

“She did say ‘all’ and no Sam wasn’t specific on details to narrow it down.”

“Sounds typical of the Captain,” Gibbs muttered leaning against the doorframe and continued when they turned to him. “MacArthur called requesting I go through Rabb’s files.”

“If you tell us what she’s looking for, we can help narrow it down.” Mac suggested offering to help.

Gibbs straightened up as he entered, “Nope. That won’t be necessary, Colonel, this is an NCIS investigation, not JAG. Not only that, it’s on a need to know basis.” Gibbs said being slightly cocky jerking his head, “Last I knew you don’t need to know. You should be grateful I came up here to do the job instead of you hauling years of boxes to us.” Gibbs concluded standing behind the desk and set his coffee down. “Oh, you can close the door on your way out.”

Mac and Sturgis left. Mac turned to Sturgis as he closed the door. “Did you know about this?”

“Yes I did. The same as I’ve been telling you all along. It’s an NCIS investigation and if I were you, I’d make sure my combat gear was in full working order.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Mac asked incredulously.

Sturgis looked are her knowingly. “Marines duck and cover when missiles are inbound, right?” he started on his way, “You’ve been targeted and locked.”

******

Gibbs had waited a moment before picking up the phone on the desk and returning Sam’s call. “Okay, MacArthur,” he spoke hearing her answer, “I don’t want to know, but tension is very high around here and I have a feeling I just added to it. You had better make this damn good and worth my while to be in a… how do you pilots put it, a target rich environment?”

“Yes, that’s what we call it and I’m not surprised.”

“I didn’t think you were. Now what the hell is going on?”

“It’s a cold case I’m working on. My potential lead in San Antonio turned up dead and I think the person behind it is somehow involved with that along with my father and Harm being kidnapped. Processes of elimination tells me it has nothing to do with my father.”

“What makes you so sure?” Gibbs asked curiously.

“Because the only two people my family has in common that malicious and vindictive are both sitting in Leavenworth.”

“Well, that would surely make me positive. What exactly am I looking for?”

“Anything with a connection to military weapons, you can illuminate anything with Clark Palmer’s name on it. I don’t think Harm would have any cases involving him, although there was one years ago when DSD was still intact, if it’s there it’ll mention the Bradenhurst Corporation.”

“All right, what else?”

“Nothing. Did anything arrive there for me from Corpus Christi?”

“As a matter of fact, it arrived this morning. Considering your office is locked, it’s on my desk.”

“Good. Give it to Abby and have her check everything. It’s evidence and fingerprints I pulled from the crime scene in San Antonio. I’m not holding my breath on the murderer leaving anything behind.”

“You think it was a professional job?”

“Murder for hire, even you said you were in the wrong business.” Sam reminded him of his own words. “Either that or it’s the conspiracy theory, possibly both. Oh,” her tone suddenly reminding, “I think there’s possibly a connection to Saudi.”

“Terrorists?” he questioned knowingly. “If that’s the case, I suggest you get some help from out there.”

“I do and will have more soon as I can find out where Harm and my father are at. I do know they’re in this hotel somewhere, just a matter of where.”

“Do you have any possible suspects at all?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact and I’m hoping the boys in Fallen will have that answer. I know you don’t have it, but before I go barking up the wrong tree I want to make sure I’m going after the right guy… which is why I’m in Reno to begin with.”

“So which is it, poker or Russian roulette you like to play? You’re putting your neck out further then necessary.”

“Both providing I’m the one doing the firing.”

“All right, let me get started on this. Call if you need anything else.”

“Gee, I didn’t know you cared.” Sam replied sarcastically.

“I have a reputation to protect.”

“NCND, aye,” she muttered. “Let me know soon what you find.”

“Of course.” Gibbs said ending the call.

******
The Peppermill

Sam was grateful she was able to get Gibbs to go through Harm’s files, it was much easier then having to go through the entire scenario with anyone at JAG, but Sam was fuming mad and determined it wasn’t going to wait until after they returned to Washington before ripping Harm apart… of course that was after she found him. Sam was concerned for his wellbeing, but seriously considered leaving him how he was when she found him.

‘Maybe I’ll get lucky and his mouth is duct-taped.’ Sam thought making her way out of the health club going to her room.

Along the way she had noticed Maurice entering the hotel. Sam waited for him with her hands on her hips.

“Where in the ‘hell’ have you been?”

“Shopping,” Maurice said falling in step with Sam as she started for the elevator again; he handed her the bags. “You were very specific on what you wanted, so I went shopping for it.”

Sam shook her head. “Anything would’ve done that came close to the description I gave you.”

“If you had said that,” Maurice stepped on the elevator with Sam. “You would’ve gotten a sundress with big flowers on it. You don’t seem like the type to wear a pattern with big flowers.”

“Okay, I’ll forgive you for taking so long then.” Sam apologized in her own way. “Did you get me set up in the poker game?” she enquired.

“I went out for your attire and didn’t get that far yet.”

“Don’t worry,” Sam assured him as they stepped off the elevator and sighed, “I’ll work it out.” Grateful she already started on an alternative plan. “Since you’ve been out of the hotel, I take it there’s nothing I need to know.”

“Not yet.”

“Maurice, do me a favor. Since you know what my husband and father look like, give a description to your security people and have them report directly to you only if they’re spotted on the cameras or elsewhere in their travels of the hotel.”

Maurice waved his hand slightly, “If you really think they’re in the hotel, I’d guess the penthouse suites.”

They neared the door and Sam stopped short of opening it; she turned at the hips facing him. “If you ‘guessed’ this earlier why in the hell didn’t you tell me?”

“You didn’t ask.” Maurice said following Sam in.

“Hi Savannah,” Sam acknowledged as she set the bag down.

“Maurice, please excuse us for a moment.”

“Make it more than a moment.” Sam suggested and requested. “I want to know which suites are occupied and by whom plus their registering information.”

Maurice agreed telling Sam he’d phone her with the information shortly.

“Sam,” Savannah spoke once Maurice left, “if I upset you earlier…”

Sam shook her head. “Let it go Savannah. Right now, if my hunch is right… which is if Maurice is right, we’re going to have to ah, ‘sweet talk’ our way into a suite.”

Savannah slipped into a bar stool. “You really think your father and Harm are still here?”

“They’d have to be and I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before.” Sam paused. “They haven’t been seen on the security tapes at all, at least not since they arrived.”

“Well, that really doesn’t mean they weren’t on the tapes period. They could’ve been mixed in with a crowd and we just didn’t see them.”

Sam pointed firmly, “Exactly and there’s cameras at the main door in the lobby. Maurice is going to give a description of the boys to security. Maybe one of them will remember seeing them. Plus I think Maurice is right, they’d be hiding out in a penthouse suite… not a lot of guests going to them.”

“Hell, I wouldn’t be able to afford one.” Savannah stated with slightly widened eyes. “What’s the deal with your investigation?”

“Well, I phoned my former ’boss’. He’s going through Harm’s cases in the hope of finding something.”

“Now you’re not sure both are connected?”

“I prefer to not work on that assumption, but I can’t eliminate it either.” Sam took a deep breath. “Oh, just to give you fair warning. Shit is going to hit the fan soon as I see Harm, depending on his condition when I find him will depend how soon it’s going to hit.”

“Why? What happened?” Savannah asked hearing hostility in Sam’s voice.

Sam flung her hand in irritation. “The dumb asses under my husband’s command actually have the damn brass to suggest dragging MY daughter into this mess.”

“You’ve got to be kidding?”

“Oh yeah,” Sam said firm and steely; she took a deep breath. “Needless say I ripped ‘em up one side and down the other. They wished they never mentioned it to begin with.”

“Well, I’m sure they’re feeling restless because there’s not a lot they can do to help.”

“I know what it is Savannah. It’s Mac sticking her nose in where it doesn’t belong. If I end up calling the Secretary of the Navy to personally give them a direct order to drop it entirely, keep their noses out and get any thoughts out of their heads I’ll do it. I just prefer not to because if I do, I’m afraid he won’t approve Harm to take leave ever again until he’s forced out or relieved of duty.”

“Does it really make a big difference? I mean, with them helping or not?”

“Yes it does because this started out as an NCIS investigation, not JAG.” Sam pointed to herself, “I’m the one that can make the call requesting a joint investigation and I’m not about to do it. Not now, especially when I know Mac or someone has grilled Petty Officer Coates to find out about the instructions Harm left for her.”

“Are you really sure it’s Mac?” Savannah asked caringly.

Sam vigorously shook her head. “I have no doubt it would be. Sturgis was left in charge. I phoned him about Harm being kidnapped for the simple reason he needs to know so he doesn’t report Harm AWOL to the SECNAV. Not that Harm would deliberately go AWOL, but Sturgis expressed his concerns and offered assistance when or if I need it.” Sam paused taking a breath. “I don’t need their help that badly. They’re attempting to weasel their way into this even after I delivered an order to Sturgis to keep the staff out of this.”

“So you calling your old boss was out of spite,” Savannah speculated giving a questionable knowing expression.

“No, calling my old boss was keeping it inside NCIS and it’s not the first time JAG has been kept out of investigation when one of their own has been in trouble.” Sam shrugged. “It just happens to be the second time it’s been Harm. The first time was trying to pin a murder on him.” Sam took a deep cleansing breath. “Okay, I suggest we get our game plan going.”

“Which is?”

“Well, since I didn’t have anything seductive to wear, darling Maurice went shopping for me.”

“Ah, Sam, I didn’t plan on ah, proper dinner attire for a four star restaurant. If that’s what you have in mind.”

Sam started to tease. “Oh you mean something Daddy would appreciate it in the bedroom.” Sam chuckled. “Guess it’s a damn good thing I had Maurice get you a dress too.” Sam smirked devilishly. “I just hope it fits since I had to guess on your size.”

“I’m small, but not quite small enough to fit into yours.”

“I kind of figured that,” Sam said trying not to be insulting. “Shall we,” she suggested passing a bag to Savannah.

Just as the girls started to change, the phone rang in the room. Since Savannah was closer, she answered and none surprised it was for Sam. It was Maurice giving Sam the information she requested.

Jotting down the information given to her, Sam turned a little curious. “What’s the access to the suites? Okay, that works. Um, Maurice I’m going to need the blueprint to this place along with access to any electrical panels for that floor and hopefully they’re marked for each room.” Sam sighed lightly hanging up the phone when he agreed.

“Well?” Savannah asked impatiently.

Sam turned to her; she put a hand on her hip and the other on the back of her neck. “Um, I think you’re about to really hate me,” taking notice as Savannah finished changing. “I like the color and style on you, but um, well. I’ll give you the choice.”

“Grand central,” Savannah muttered hearing Sam’s cell ringing.

“Yeah really,” Sam muttered answering it. “MacArthur. – Okay, thanks.” Sam sighed heavily ending the call. “That was the NCIS guys in Fallon, they didn’t find anything worthwhile.”

“Not even fingerprints or something?”

“Oh yeah, they found those, just nothing usable.”

“Before you start getting ahead of me here, first things first, what did Maurice have to say?”

“Oh, we have a fifty-fifty shot. There’s two penthouses being occupied, which is why I said you’re going to hate me.”

“Why?” Savannah asked dragging it out.

“Um, well… are you afraid of heights?”

“Generally, no, but now that you just asked, I might suddenly be afraid of heights.”

Sam chuckled. “Good because you’re going to get a crash course.”

“Crash course in what?” Savannah interrupted nearly demanded, but curious as to Sam’s thinking.

Sam cocked her head giving a baffled expression, placing both hands on her hips. “Have you ever been mountain climbing?”

“I’ve been hiking before, but not mountain climbing.”

“Well, my grandmother once told me that you’ve never lived until you climbed a mountain.”

Savannah bobbed her head. “I guess I haven’t lived yet.”

Sam smirked, “It’s high time you start.” Sam flung her hand, “Change your clothes; toss on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt,” Sam suggested going about the task herself. “I’m going to guess you don’t have or even own a pair of hiking boots.”

“No.”

“Okay, guess you and I are going shopping to get you a pair.” Sam said pulling hers on.

“You literally pack prepared for anything don’t you?”

Sam pondered a brief moment. “Um, generally yeah and considering the part of the country we’re in. Never know if I plan on making a little road trip to see my brother.” Sam ended in a mutter, her eyes widened. “Oh my God!” she said slowly. “Savannah, you’re a damn genius.” Sam said holding her hands up as if holding a book and clapped her hands. “Why the hell did I think of roping Gary into this sooner?” she said quickly dialing on her cell.

“What?” Savannah was curious.

“Gary, my brother,” she flung her hand slightly, “you know, the pain in the ass in the family?”

Savannah folded her arms across her chest knowingly. “I thought that was your title.”

Sam waved her hand dismissingly waiting for Gary to answer, “Nah that was passed onto Gary years ago.”

“Uh-huh, I think your father would say different.”

Sam nodded vigorously. “Yeah, he’d say I’m a loveable pain in the ass. There is a difference.” Sam concluded hearing Gary. “Bout damn time, where in the hell are you?” she teasingly demanded and joked, “Is Peter Cottontail with you?”

“Isn’t he always when we’re on tour? What’s up?”

“Good, get your asses to Reno. I need your help and my plan is right up your alley.” Sam started laughing. “You better agree because Savannah is standing here looking at me as clueless as a newborn baby.”

“Hell, Sister, she’s not the only one.”

Sam sighed. “Gary,” she spoke trying to keep herself together as the realization hit her like a ton of bricks talking to Gary. “Daddy and Harm are in trouble. I think they inadvertently got tangled up into an investigation I’m conducting.”

“Where’s Sammy? Does she know?”

“Sammy is on a cross-country trip with Liz and Danny. I don’t see any reason to tell her and you’re starting to remind me of Harm’s staff.”

Gary interrupts, “Sammy has the right to know Dad and Harm are missing!”

Sam shook her head irritated Gary interrupted and warned steely. “Don’t go there with me. It’s bad enough Harm’s going to get an earful regarding his staff wanting to drag Sammy into this. She doesn’t know anything other than we’re all in Reno.” Sam paused. “Now, am I going to get your help or not?”

“Of course. We’ll be there in about an hour.”

“That’s what I thought. We’re at the Peppermill Hotel Casino. Here’s the plan…”

******
JAG

“Gibbs, I’m glad you asked for my help,” Kate said setting a file in a box, “but I’ve come across everything from dereliction of duty to murder.”

Gibbs raised his eyes. “I can say this much for him, he’s won more cases then he’s lost.”

“Yeah,” Kate said releasing a breath, “all this definitely proves he’s one hell of a lawyer and surprisingly enough he’s not cocky about it.”

“No, that comes with the territory of being a pilot. Did you find anything?”

“Nothing except murders, thefts, mishaps…”

“Just say everything in the UCMJ,” Gibbs interrupted. “What kinds of thefts?”

“Nothing regarding military weapons.”

“What about terrorists?” Gibbs let out a sigh of frustration when Kate shook her head. “Keep looking for MacArthur’s needle in a haystack.”

“Tell me again why we’re doing this?” Kate asked continuing on with the task.

“One word… murder, and MacArthur is convinced her prime suspect is sitting in Rabb’s case files.”

“Military weapons, terrorists and murderers… and Rabb is involved?”

“No, Rabb has been kidnapped.” Gibbs corrected. “Terrorists are a possibility and one I don’t blame MacArthur for not overlooking.”

“I don’t either, but it’s not making sense.”

“That’s because you don’t know all the details and neither do I.”

“What is it with those two anyway? Do they take turns or draw straws to decide who’s going to get into trouble and protect the other?”

“You’ve never been married Kate.”

“You have three times. So what’s your point?” Kate retorted.

“Yup and that should tell you love makes you do stupid things.”

“No,” Kate shook her head, “Rabb needlessly putting his life on the line isn’t stupid, it’s down right crazy.”

“It’s crazy in love.”

“Now I’ve heard it all.” Kate hushed briefly. “Hey, Gibbs, I think I found something.” Kate turned her head briefly as she stepped around the desk.

“Yeah, I did too. How much you want a bet I have the more probable file?”

Before Kate could answer, Gibbs’ cell phone rang. “Gibbs. – Kate and I were just talking about you.” Gibbs interrupted. “Let me guess. Percival Bertram? – Because I have the case file sitting here in front of me.” glaring at Kate giving cocky grin. “Anything particular you want to know?”

“Not right now. Make a copy of it for me. If I need to know anything in particular, I’ll ask the dear Captain himself in a few hours.”

“You found him?” Gibbs asked showing some concern.

“Um, sort of… I’ve got reinforcements on the way.”

“Oh, guess I’ll have to give you some credit… you listened to me.”

“No, actually I’m doing this the only way I know how... my way!” Sam paused. “I was just calling to let you know can you unbury yourself from the mountain of case files.”

“You owe me,” Gibbs said and abruptly ended the call.

“Okay, how the hell did you know you had the right case?”

“I didn’t until MacArthur just confirmed it.” Gibbs answered as he stood. “I said the more probable, not the right one and it’s probably a hell of a lot more of a recent case than you one you have.”

“This goes back about ten years.”

Gibbs nodded. “Yup,” holding the file up for indication, “this one is about six.” Gibbs smirked at Kate’s still bemused expression. “From what I know, the Captains have been married for about that long of time. When I talked to Sam earlier, she was looking for a case of Rabb’s that could possibly connect the two. Sam’s on a manhunt for a murderer…”

“I know with a possible connection to terrorists.”

“Yeah,” Gibbs nodded, “Bertram’s company does business in the Middle East. From what little I do know, he was under investigation by the FBI with help from Rabb because Bertram paid for a civilian attorney to defend a Marine Corporal for shooting a terrorist.”

“So, what exactly are you saying?”

“Bertram’s money backed terrorist’s attacks via companies in the Middle East.”

“Against us or themselves?”

“Kate, that’s the stupidest question I’ve ever heard you ask.” Gibbs headed for the door and waved Kate on with the file in his hand; he waited until they were on the elevator before he continued. “We can’t prove one way or another if Bertram was aware of attacks or not. The hell of it is we’ll never be able to simply because what the overseas companies do is beyond Bertram’s knowledge… so he can claim anyway.”

“It’s crazy, but makes sense I guess. Why would Bertram want to do business with a company that supports terrorism?”

“Why do people kill, Kate? Who the hell knows what drives the man?”

“Money would be the first thing that comes to my mind.”

“Now you sound like my ex-wives.”

******
Peppermill Casino Hotel

Gary and Pete arrived at the hotel all decked out in their Sunday best that flashes money and prominent businessmen. Technically they were with Gary’s success, but owning a working ranch in Oklahoma just added even more fuel to the fire of Sam’s plan to bait Bertram… she hoped.

Savannah was starting to feel like a drama queen while Sam continuously changed her mind, learning at these few moments exactly what Tom meant when he told her that Sam changes the rules of the game as often she sees fit. Savannah opted to wear her underclothes and a bathrobe until Sam was certain of her part in the game plan.

Sam on the other hand, paced the suite waiting for the boys to arrive continuously running her plan through her head; this of course was driving Savannah nuts. Sam really needed to brainstorm her investigation with Harm and in order to do that she had to rescue him. The thoughts of Candie passed through her head and she was unsure who she was hating more, Maurice for informing her of the obvious seduction he noted. She remembered how it looked to Harm when KC first came back into her life after all those years. She was going to become the protective wife wanting to deck Candie for throwing herself at ‘her’ man.

Savannah noticed Sam’s distraught demeanor, unsure how to broach the subject and give her some sort of words of wisdom and comfort.

With Savannah’s tips to the boys, she added to what she knew Sam hadn’t told them yet. Pete offered to talk to Sam, informing Gary that there were some things he knew about Sam that Gary didn’t and Sam wanted it that way. She simply had an easier time talking to him then she did Gary. Gary agreed with a heavy sigh, opting to sit across the room away from them with Savannah to catch up over a stiff drink, both knowing they’d need it’s comfort until Sam really clued them in. Gary and Savannah confessed to each other that Sam’s plan was still very vague in details.

Sam was sitting on the couch with Pete next to her, while Sam gave a brief description of her rationale. Sam concluded, gently shaking her head, “I just don’t know Pete. I honestly don’t know.”

Pete nodded his head, his eyes lowered to the floor. “Yeah, there are times I don’t know about you either,” he teased lightly. “First, you know damn well the only temptation Harm could ever easily give into is yours.” Pete turned his head to her. “You know that in your heart, darlin’, and you also know he’s not going to forget about you or the fact that he’s married.” Pete pointed to himself cocking his head toward her, “Now, I’ve seen you pissed off and I ‘know’ Harm has as well.” Pete paused. “Sam, believe me I understand your insecurities and you ‘do’ have every right to question what someone told you. I know the old saying, actions speak louder then words, but you also know actions can be misinterpreted and this guy Maurice could’ve easily done that. Don’t jump the gun with this Sam, you know all too well what it’s like being on receiving end of the accusation.”

Sam turned her head with no particular expression on her face. “Next time just remind me looks can be deceiving.”

“Why should I remind you?” Pete knew Sam was teasing and joked back. “You remind yourself every damn time you look in the mirror.”

“Yeah well,” Sam sighed turning her head looking straight again, “I see plenty of deceit and then some.”

Pete put his arm around her shoulders, gently and teasingly jerking Sam. “It’s that ‘then some’ that makes you the pain in the ass that you are.” Pete rubbed his side, “Ouch!” he muttered from the jab of her elbow and sighed. “Now as far as everything else, you’ll have to talk to Harm. I don’t know what to tell ya kiddo and I wish I did.”

“I know, Pete.” Sam knew he was referring to comments she’d made to Savannah.

“As far as Sammy… well,” he flung his free hand slightly, “I sure as hell don’t blame ya there and I doubt Gary would too, providing you explain why you’re irritated about it.”

“Pete, I shouldn’t have to ‘explain’ anything to Gary.” Sam estimated him a few times seeing his arrogant cocky grin. “Okay, so some things have to be spelled out.”

“He’s a damn Okie, did you really think you didn’t have to?”

Sam bobbed her head flinging a hand, “Okay, but what’s your excuse? You live in Oklahoma too or have you been declared a Texas reject?” Sam asked straight-faced and started snickering leaning against him briefly. “I know, I know. According to Sammy and me, you’re a Texas reject.”

“Hey, just because this cowboy grazes in Oklahoma doesn’t mean his heart ain’t Texan.”

“Ain’t, ain’t a word.” Sam corrected through a chuckle.

“Good, then you can teach me proper English while I play Spiderman and you play Catwoman scaling the building.” Pete stood and turned slightly to Sam. “That is the impression that I got from Gary, right, because you know damn well he’s all screwed up after talking to you to the point I couldn’t figure out your thought process.”

Sam snickered as she stood. “Damn! That’s pretty bad.”

“Shh…” Pete said holding his finger to his lips and lowered it. “Don’t tell anyone, especially Harm. I don’t think I could handle his inquisition.”

“Probably not,” she turned to cross the room to Gary and Savannah, “damn wimp!” she added muttering.

“Are you okay Sam?” Savannah asked caringly.

Sam nodded as she sat down between her and Gary. “I’m better.”

“So, ah, Sister,” Gary leaned on the table as he turned his head to her, “what the hell is the game plan?”

Pete pointed briefly to Gary and looked at Sam. “See? Told ya… which is why I’m clueless.”

Sam narrowed her eyes, “Pete, you’re always clueless,” and smiled. “Okay,” she sighed. “Gary, you’re going down to the casino.”

“On whose dime, mine or yours?” he asked nearly demanding.

“Yours of course, I’m not as stupid enough to give you a few hundred bucks to lose in poker. You can lose your own damn money.” Sam teased; she knew Gary was a good enough poker player to pull it off. Sam leaned away and smacked Gary on the shoulder, “You brother dear are going to put on the performance of your life… but it’ll sure as hell be better than any performance you’ve done on stage.”

Gary looked at her, “You having fun blowing my ego to hell?”

“Hell yes and,” Sam turned her head, “Savannah is going boost it right back up,” giving a sly smirk.

“Just how in the hell do you expect me to do that?” Savannah leaned back in her chair shaking her head seeing Sam rise and eyebrow. “You can’t be serious?”

Sam licked her top lip then pressed them together, nodding. “Hmm-mmm… I’m as serious as a heart attack.” Sam adjusted her arm on Gary’s shoulder leaning, cupping his chin squeezing his lips slightly. “No woman could turn down this cowboy’s charm once he lays it on,” she cooed

Pete hung his head snickering. “He’ll have to lay it pretty damn thick,” raising his eyes to them continuing to tease, “I’d have an easier time getting Samantha in the barn at Grandma Sam’s.”

Savannah took a good hard look at Gary cocking her head, then stood and walked around the table indicating to Sam to sit up. Savannah rested her hands on Gary’s shoulder’s standing behind him; she leaned down slightly. “Oh, I think Gary could easily play a bit of possum,” laying on her southern charm, gliding her finger gently under his chin, “and wouldn’t mind being hit on by an older woman, even though she’s the wicked step-mother.”

“Just don’t go turning me into a toad,” Gary joked.

Savannah stood up and slapped Gary on his shoulder, “I’m the wicked stepmother, not the damn Wicked Witch of the West.”

“Don’t start!” Pete said firmly giving a warning expression to Sam.

“Well,” Sam continued, “you two can decide who’s going to pick up whom, and it doesn’t matter either way. Gary,” she stood and started to walk around the table, “you’re going to do what you do best and it isn’t singing. You’re going to be the cattle baron looking to expand your business.”

“Do I dare ask where?”

Savannah eyed Sam curiously and patted his shoulder, “If I’m following your sister’s thinking here. I’m going to kick you under the poker table when our Texas businessman shows up. We’ll tease a little, make small talk when our Texas businessman shows up.”

“The only way this is going to work, Gary, is for you to brag about your riches,” Sam pouted slightly, shrugging as she spoke, holding a hand out. “Ya know, looking for new ventures and not just exporting top notch prime beef, but,” she sighed, “military weapons.”

Gary damn near choked on her last words as he took a swig of his drink. “You care to run that by me again?”

“Which part?” Sam asked flatly, “The prime beef or military weapons?”

“The last one… I think the western sun has fried your brain.”

Savannah waved her finger and disagreed. “No, Gary and I have been around your sister for too damn long. You’re not going to mention anything about military weapons until your sister arrives in the casino.”

Sam stepped behind Pete, patting his arm. “Ah, that’s when a mister built like a quarterback and I arrive to get in on the game. You two just have to stall long enough until that happens. If Maurice pulls off his end of this, the eight of us will be playing poker together.”

“Sam, I don’t think you can count,” Pete said looking up at her over his shoulder.

“Oh, the reason for us scaling the side of the building it because ‘you’ are getting Savannah off the… hook.” Sam fought her words, “No…pun intended since you and I will be hanging by one. Once Pete and I join you two at the table,” glancing between Gary and Savannah. “Gary, you’ll have to get creative and start up a conversation with me regarding military weapons. Hopefully by the time we arrive, Mister Bertram and his sour candy ball will be dipping their hands into more than a poker game.”

“That’s still only six, Sam.” Pete said.

“Oh, we’re going to free Dad and Harm, drag them out of there. The fun of that part is they’re not going to know it’s us.”

“Sam, just how do you expect to do that?” Savannah asked with a hand on her hip.

“Well, if they’re not tied up or anything I’m going to hold ‘em at gunpoint to do it myself, escort them back here where Maurice will be waiting or show up shortly after and strongly suggest they sit on a poker game.” Sam paused. “I’m going to dig into my bag of goodies and wire both of you. Savannah, don’t let the candy ball out of your site. Strike up a conversation with her in the ladies room if need be.”

The three of them agreed to Sam’s plan. Savannah had finally properly dressed feeling slightly awkward, even though it was Gary that she would play her role with. Once Gary was ready, he and Savannah headed out.

Savannah waved her finger at Gary as he held the door for her. “You go overboard, I will slap you silly.”

“Yes ma’am,” Gary said twitching his head tipping his hat. “I’ll remember my manners.”

“You’d better because you’ll have more to worry about than just Tom.”

******

Sam waited for them to leave before going into her “goodie bag” to dig out the attire she and Pete would need. “Do I have to tell you how much I appreciate this?”

Pete shook his head gently, “No and you know better. What’s your plan?”

“The plan is to answer the door.” Sam smirked.

It was Maurice and he marched right in past Sam.

“Who’s the good looking cowboy?” Maurice asked giving Pete the once over.

“Sam,” Pete said in a questionable and worried tone.

Sam winked at Pete as she went to him; she “hung” on him, “Maurice, this is my cowboy lover Pete,” her voice turned sexual, “isn’t he just the sweetest lookin’ thing?”

“Well, you do have good taste. I’ll give you that much.”

“Is that goodie bag for me?” Sam asked standing and pointing to the bag in Maurice’s hand.

“Yes,” he set the bag down, “it’s everything on your list.”

“Thanks,” Sam said turning him to the door, nearly shoving him out. “Now, do you remember what you’re supposed to do?”

“Yes, I nonchalantly drop a bug in Mister Bertram’s ear and convince him to get in on the game. After that, I come up here and untie Mister Boone and Mister Rabb.” Maurice sighed and whined slightly, “It’ll be such a shame to untie them.”

“Maurice, I suggest you lay off those two before you’re tossed out the window by the both of them.”

“Just so that you know,” Maurice started to turn in the hallway to face her, “Well!” he gasped disgustedly when Sam slammed the door shut.

******

Pete just shook his head as Sam finished emptying the bag so they could check the equipment. “We’re both going to have some explaining to do if that gets back to Harm.”

Sam waved her hand dismissingly. “I’m not worried.”

Pete parted his lips slightly, briefly adjusted his eyes to her. “Well, I am.”

“Why?” Sam asked with a light laugh. “Think he’s going to hurt you or something for something I insinuated?”

Pete wrinkled his forehead. “Honestly? Yes.” Pete continued when he saw the expression on Sam’s face. “In case you haven’t realized it yet, which you should’ve by now, Harm is as protective and defensive over you as much you are of him.” Pete tilted his head, “I wouldn’t put it past Harm to cold cock some guy trying to put moves on you.”

“I don’t, considering he killed Sammy’s father.” Sam spit out without thinking, she slowly sank down in the nearby chair. “Did I just say that?”

Pete’s face filled with concern, his eyes with worry looking at Sam and just slowly nodded. “You did.”

Sam covered her mouth with her fingers and just looked at him with a cold stare. “Pete, you’ve known my speculations all these years.”

Pete lowered his eyes briefly and to her. “Yeah I have, and I as promised, kept my mouth shut. I don’t know the entire story Sam, and I also know you’re unsure as to what really went on that brought KC to his death.”

Sam lowered her hand to the table, “Pete, what am I going to tell Sammy?” she shook her head with uncertainty. “I know Harm is right, one day Sammy’s going ask more questions.” Sam stood and stepped around the chair facing him. “Do I really tell her that her biological father is dead because her adopted father shot and killed him? Then what? Am I supposed to tell her I tried to do it myself, but would’ve stopped short of his last breath so Harm did it instead?”

Pete gave a concerned look, shaking his head. “I don’t know Sam, but I do know that you have got to talk to Harm about this. I love ya to pieces, you know that, but there’s not much I can tell you about what to do there.” Pete paused taking a small breath, wanting to get off the topic. “I ah, take it you finally found the truth after all this time?”

Sam slowly nodded. “Yeah and I prefer Gary not to know anything; Dad too for that matter.”

“Always, you know better. Providing you promise me two things.” Pete held up his fingers for indication and continued. “One, you discuss this with Harm because it’s going to be the only way you’ll know for sure what happened. If it takes the two of you going away for a weekend or something, fine. I’ll fly out and stay with Sammy.” Pete saw the question in her eyes. “Don’t worry about Gary, I’ll think of something to tell him, you know that.” Pete paused. “Second,” he started to tease, “let’s get the hell off this subject and go kick some ass.”

Sam couldn’t help but chuckle as she stepped in front of him. “You got it darlin’,” giving him a hug. “Thanks. I can always count on you.”

“Yeah well,” Pete teased returning the hug and released her. “Don’t tell anyone about my soft spot.”

“Even if I did, they wouldn’t believe me.” Sam retorted.

Pete started to return the gear to the bag. “They’d have you declared legally insane.”

“Don’t joke about that,” Sam said waving her finger as she turned to cross the room to her bags, “you know there are times you’re not far from the truth.”

Pete nodded, “Yeah,” stripping his shirt, “and they’d toss me right in with ya.”

“Oh baby,” Sam started to tease, “the fun we could have in a padded room.”

Pete pulled on the black tee shirt Maurice picked up for him. “More cushion for the pushin’ darlin’.”

“Yeah, well,” Sam started to change as well knowing Pete wouldn’t be shocked, offended or embarrassed if she had inadvertently flashed him. “I wish I had.” Sam stopped and licked her lips remembering her first intimate moments with Harm.

“Wish you had what?” Pete asked, ignoring Sam changing right in front of him.

“Nevermind,” she answered after she pulled her shirt on. “We’ve got a job to do.”

“Yeah and my job is still wondering how the hell I let you talk me into this and how the hell I’m going to get my ass out of hot water if you get into trouble.”

“To answer your second comment, go jump in the Arctic. As far as the first,” she adjusted her shoulders becoming cocky, “You love me.”

Pete nodded, “Yeah and it’s a damn good thing you were born a lovable person.”

“And cute, don’t forget cute.” Sam added with a smirk.

Sam and Pete finally finished changing into their black attire, and just in time since it was now starting to get dark outside, but there was enough natural lighting so that they could easily accomplish their task. Using the blueprint of the hotel Maurice delivered earlier, they planned out their route to the roof and where’d they meet just in case anything went wrong. Sam had assembled her pistol just in case she needed it… really hoping she wouldn’t have to fire it at all.

Sam had contacted Maurice at the desk to let him know they were setting her plan into motion. He was to inform Gary and Savannah to commence their end of the plan in thirty minutes, hoping that would give Sam and Pete more then enough time to get to the roof and into the suite Harm and Tom were in. The entire time, Sam silently prayed they were still there.

******
Hotel Roof

Sam and Pete easily made it to the small set of stairs going to the access door to the roof. Sam set her bag down on the cement landing telling Pete to wait.

“Why?” Pete asked curiously sitting on a step looking at Sam.

“We made it this far because Maurice had notified security to disarm the alarms, but they couldn’t disarm the exit to the roof.” Sam informed removing her utility knife from its holster on her hip. “So, the next best thing,” she said looking up along the walls towards the door, “is to do it myself.” Sam ended reaching the door and looked over her shoulder, “Come here cowboy, I need some height.”

Pete stood going to her, “You’re just a short shit. Always have been and always will be, so you can forget about growing, you stopped years ago,” teasing as he hoisted Sam onto his shoulders, quickly repositioning his feet for stabilization.

“This is going to take a minute,” she said unscrewing the bracket holding the wire cover in place. “Don’t let me forget to fix this on the way down.”

“Just make it quick and don’t deck me when you get done, but I think you put on a few pounds since the last time I had you on my shoulders.”

“Oh hell, Pete, that would make Harm’s day. Of course he’d wonder where the hell it is… then again I would to. So, no, I’m not insulted.” Sam carefully reached into her pocket pulling out her mini Mag light, turning it on. “Hope you’re not afraid of the dark,” she said and placed it between her teeth as she snipped the electrical wires.

Once the emergency lights turned on, Pete set Sam down. He grabbed the bag and followed Sam out the door.

“Hold the door,” Sam suggested, taking the bag from Pete and setting it down, “I need to find something to keep it from locking so we can get back in.”

“Got something,” he ended in a mutter and sighed. “To cover the strike plate or tape the latch down.”

Sam finished the task and stood straight up. “Any kind of strong tape will work, but electrical will do this time.”

Pete cautiously let the door close, listening for a click and sighed with relief as it closed just as they wanted it to, pulling slightly for assurance that it would open again easily. Pete quickly followed Sam to the edge of the roof and leaned to the side slightly to look over the edge.

“Looks like a long way down.”

“Yup.” Sam said and pulled out the ropes and safety gear. “Let’s get it done.”

******
Penthouse suite

Meanwhile, Harm and Tom were still tied up. Neither was too thrilled with Candie’s tactics to convince Harm to talk, and both continuously reminded Candie she’d have hell to pay once they were free.

Candie wasn’t moved by their threats, but did back off for a short time leaving her sidekick to guard them. Candie was, however, smart enough not to slip any indication if she was working on her own or for someone else. Candie knew her duties and knew them well.

Harm even went into full blown lawyer mode, reminding Candie what she was doing was kidnapping. He attempted offering to help her with a lighter sentence, all she had to do was come clean with her motive and who she was working for. Harm just shook his head when she shot him down, telling him instead she’d never get caught.

Tom, on the other hand, wasn’t so much worried about what Sam would possibly to do Candie, but more worried about what she’d do to Harm if she ever found them. Tom knew if they stayed much longer and Candie continued with her tactics, Harm’s obviously enticing voice indicated to Tom that he was near giving in to the temptation just to get her to back off.

Using information she acquired from an outside source, Candie slipped onto Harm’s lap, wrapped an arm around his shoulders, and ran a hand through his hair. “Now, I’m going to ask one last time. What are you doing in Reno?”

Harm was disgusted, his patience wearing thin. “We told you already. We’re here on vacation.”

Candie shook her head. “No, that’s what you want us to think Captain. I know there’s a bigger reason for you being here, all you have to do is tell me and I’ll leave you alone.” Candie shrugged, “Of course that’s after I have my way with you because I know you’re going to give in.”

Harm turned his head away as she leaned closer to kiss him and turned his head back when she pulled away. “I’d prefer to make the first move,” he said giving false hope. “When hell freezes over,” he added at a steely whisper.

“It’s getting damn hot in here,” Tom said turning his head to the side looking over his shoulder.

“Oh, I’m sure it is Sir,” Harm replied gruffly. “The bitch is I’m near frozen with the wrong woman on my lap. She hasn’t figured out she can’t get hot enough to thaw me out.”

“I don’t think the sun is hot enough to do that.”

“Hell no!” Harm firmly agreed beading his eyes at Candie, “Only one person in the world that could get that hot.”

“Oh, your wife?” Candie questioned getting up from Harm’s lap. “Well, don’t hold your breath,” continuing with her back to them. “She’s being taking care of.”

Candie’s revelation forced Harm’s heart rate to increase; he knew some how they found out about Sam. “If she’s been harmed in any way, so help me, you’ll wish you were never born.”

Candie turned with a sly grin, placing her fingertips on her chest innocently, “Oh, did I strike a nerve?”

“You know ‘damn’ well you did and don’t play innocent, you’re far from it. Not only that, you’re doing a piss poor job of it. You can kill me, I don’t give a damn. Let my wife go.” Harm opted to call her bluff, “Unless of course you really don’t have her stashed away somewhere.”

“I don’t know where your precious wife is, she’s the least of my worries.” Candie paused. “Now, your father-in-law, he worries me. Simply because he hasn’t figured out it’s in his best interest to play along.” Candie concluded her speech standing next to him, running her hand over Tom’s head. “Play along darling or Brutus will take care of you and your daughter.”

Tom beaded his steely eyes, “Where in the hell is Popeye when you need him?”

Just then they heard a loud crash from a near by bedroom, that of shattering glass and gunshots. Candie ordered Brutus to see what the commotion was about while she kept an eye on Harm and Tom.

As soon as Sam and Pete were in the room and had quickly removed the safety harnesses, Brutus appeared.

“He’s yours,” Sam muttered to Pete and waited long enough for Pete to distract the man so that she could get by.

Once Sam entered the main area of the suite, she damn near dropped to her knees in hysterics over finding Harm bound, gagged, and blindfolded. Sam figured Candie must have done it so the boys couldn’t see where she was going. Sam quickly collected herself seeing Candie at the door and ran after her.

Just as Candie was ready to step through the door, Sam easily grabbed her left arm bringing it around pinning it to her back and grabbed hold of her shoulder firmly bringing her back into the suite and slammed her face first against the wall.

“So help me BITCH,” Sam spoke firm and steely through clinched teeth near Candie’s ear, “if one of those boys are injured in any way, you will wish you never touched them never mind laid your tramp stricken eyes on them. I will personally drag your ass through the mud.” Sam paused. “If you as much as ‘think’ about leaving this hotel, I will have every federal agency looking for your stupid ass. Tell your boss I’m coming for him, you’ll find ‘em in the casino playing poker and if you don’t show up… you’ll regret it.” Sam reached and opened the door just enough to shove Candie out, “Get the hell out of my face.”

Sam turned to go check on Pete, snickering again at the sight of Tom and Harm, Sam knew they weren’t going anywhere and they really did appear to be physically okay. Just as Sam turned to go towards the bedroom she and Pete entered through, she was abruptly stopped catching Pete as he was being knocked into her.

“Need some help darlin’?” Sam questioned as she helped Pete to his feet.

Pete turned his head to her, “I’m in the mood for a little Texas swing.”

“Lucky for you I have a pair of boots on.” Sam saw Brutus bolting towards them and sang out. “He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way.”

Pete threw her a cocky grin as he easily hoisted Sam by her hips and she rested her hands on his shoulders for support. Pete swung Sam at her hips from one side to the other, each time pushing Sam away at her hips, her feet making contact with Brutus’s face. Pete brought Sam down between his legs, sliding his hands up her sides to take her hands, raising a leg up and turning to face her releasing a hand as he did. Sam used it to push herself up from the floor and pulled herself to her feet. Pete let go of Sam and dropped to all fours.

Sam took two paces, using Pete’s back as a step, pushing off with her left foot and extending her right, the bottom of her boot went square center to Brutus’s face finally rendering him out cold with whatever beating Pete delivered earlier, which Sam knew by their builds would be no easy task.

“He’s the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B.” Sam sang out slightly breathless. “Sorry, first swinging song that popped into my head.”

Pete just shook his head hogtying Brutus. “Come on we need to get out of here before I think I’m with the Army and not the Navy.”

Sam snickered going into the room. “Cute,” she retorted flatly and took a small breath. “Are you alright?”

“I used to bull ride, remember?” Pete questioned back as they donned their harnesses again.

“Yeah,” Sam sighed dragging it out. “Come on, we’ve got to get out of here.”

With in a few moments, Pete and Sam returned to the roof gathered all their gear and packed it haphazardly into the bag. As they entered the hotel through the roof door, Pete reminded Sam she had to “play” electrician again to fix the wiring.

Sam and Pete jogged the steps down to the floor of the suite the boys were in, ensuring Maurice was there to free them.

“Oh damn,” Sam muttered near frantic from down the hall seeing Maurice coming from the opposite direction. “Come on Peter Cottontail,” she said tapping him on the arm, “hop to it.” Sam started to double-time her steps.

Pete just shook his head falling in step with Sam, saving his comments for later. Pete knew better than to get Sam going once she was on one track and full steam ahead. Pete knew Sam all too well and how she always despised anyone that would derail her or force her to take a very long detour. Pete was always sweet on Sam, still was a little, and as teenagers accepted the fact they’d be nothing more then friends without Sam saying directly. Pete was always content with that, never held it against Harm that he stole Sam’s heart away… though he knew Sam sure as hell didn’t give it up without some reservation. Pete’s respect for Harm was right up there with Tom’s, and unlike Gary, Pete precisely knew his place around Sam – which steps to take and those not. It included knowing when to keep his mouth shut; this was definitely a ‘keep quiet’ moment.

“Maurice,” Sam called stopping him just as he started to open the door. “Thank god we caught you.”

“Why?” Maurice questioned.

Sam was trying to catch her breath. “Stall for as long as you can.”

Pete continued when Maurice agreed, “What ever you do, don’t disturb the big guy on the floor.” Pete flung his hand slightly, “He needs his beauty sleep and likes to be tied up when he’s getting it.”

Sam and Pete continued on their way at a jog. “Pete, even if Maurice wanted to untie that guy, I don’t think he could.”

“Considering I hog-tied ‘em,” Pete turned a little cocky jerking his head, “I doubt it.”

Sam nodded with widened eyes, “I know; that’s my point. Maurice doesn’t strike me to be the rough and rugged cowboy type.” Sam teased waving her finger, “Though he’s been checking your ass out, bubba.”

Pete chuckled lightly. “He’s not my type.”

Sam laughed as they neared the room. “Good thing I know better.”

“Yes ma’am,” Pete wholeheartedly agreed following Sam in.

Sam and Pete quickly washed up and changed into more appropriate attire. The dress Maurice picked out for Sam was a simple silk casual off-white strapless dress with a small flowered print, snug around her chest revealing the tops of her breasts and the mid-thigh length was complemented with stiletto heels.

“Ready?” Sam asked approaching Pete with his back to her.

Pete turned around, his eyes widened and jaw dropped.

“Alright,” Sam said flatly, “quit catching flies stop the damn gawking before I deck you. It’s not the first time you’ve seen me in a dress.”

Pete fought his words finding his voice, “Ah, not one quite this revealing.”

Sam gave a sly smile. “Well, if we’re still playing poker with Bertram when Harm and Dad arrive, it’ll be just a little flirtatious fun. Just don’t get too carried away because Harm can read my eyes and he will jump over the table and deck you himself.”

Pete gasped escorting Sam out, “As if I’d think about it,” his tone incredulous.

“You’d think and dream of it,” Sam said knowingly as they made their way to the casino. “Besides, you don’t look to bad yourself there darlin’.” Sam complimented; she checked out his six. “Mmm-mmm…” she moaned loud and deeply then smacked his ass. “Nice tight little package you got there Mister Brewster. Only you could look that good in a pair of blue jeans, suede cowboy boots and sport jacket, baby blue button-down shirt and to top it all off a black Stetson hat.”

“Well, if it wasn’t for the fact that you’re married and Gary too,” Pete took a breath shaking his head, “I’d drag your ass back to the hotel room.”

“Oh,” Sam knew Pete’s ego was soaring and brought him right back down, “that’s after Harm of course.”

Pete’s shoulders slumped gasping with a touch of disgust shaking his head. “You can never give a compliment and just leave it at that, can you?”

“Not only no, but ‘hell’ no.” Sam replied huskily. “I just ‘love’ to blow a man’s ego to hell when he leaves it wide open for target practice.”

******
Casino Poker Room

Pete and Sam each took a cleansing breath as they entered and started looking around for Gary and Savannah. Sam flinched slightly feeling Pete put his hand on the small of her back, almost protectively. Sam knew it wasn’t anything more then a kind gesture out of friendship; it was just the thought of another man touching her that way made her uneasy.

Pete took a quiet breath looking down at Sam from the corner of his eyes, catching the glint in her eyes, reading them perfectly and moved his hand to around her shoulders. Pete returned the warm smile on Sam’s face and waved his other hand slightly. “Hey, can’t have Harm accusing me of not guarding his wife when she’s dressed to kill in a roomful of men ready pounce, now can I?”

Sam just looked up at him and smiled as they started to cross the room; hoping they would find Gary and Savannah in a hurry, she was feeling desperate for a stiff drink. Sam playfully backhanded him, “Come on cowboy, I’ve got a job to finish.”

“There they are,” Pete said seeing them a few tables away.

Sam took the seat next to Gary, Pete next to her and Savannah on the other side of Gary seeing the poker chips all set up for them. “So, ah, what’s up with the table for six?”

“Maurice apologized,” Gary answered, “he arranged for Harm and Dad to sit at the table behind you.”

“Oh God, Harm will clean Dad out.” Sam muttered. “Well, we may as well make this look good; Gary you deal,” she instructed passing him the deck of card on the table. “Savannah, you play poker?”

“No, that’s your father’s job.” Savannah muttered and chuckled. “Oh, you mean cards… of course.”

“So ah, where are Harm and Dad anyway?” Gary asked as he started to deal.

Sam picked up her cards in turn as she answered. “Maurice should have them untied by now and stalling for time any way possible. I snagged Candie as she tried to escape; she’s supposed to be informing her boss I’m coming after him.”

“Who is her boss anyway, Sam?” Savannah asked.

“Well, I look at it this way.” Sam answered as they started to play. “If she shows up with Bertram, he’s it and if not,” she shrugged, “my hunch is she was working for Donovan.”

“Can you prove it?” Savannah asked and shook her head. “Gary, you can’t deal for worth a shit. I fold,” setting her cards down.

“You and I are in full agreement,” Pete replied following suit, “I’m out this hand too.”

Sam shook her head, “Raise ya a hundred brother,” muttering as she tossed her chips into the center raising an eyebrow questionably at him. “Yes, some of the files I was going though in San Antonio were Donovan’s payroll records. The dumbass had a double-crossing slut working for him. I just have to prove Bertram was paying her at the same time.”

“Who’s this Bertram guy?” Pete asked curiously resting his hand on the back of Sam’s chair, propping his elbow on the edge of the table resting his head on his fisted hand.

“A Texas businessman; quite a few years ago Harm was assigned to defend a Marine Corporal for shooting a terrorist on national television.”

“I’ll see your hundred, Sister, and raise you another hundred.” Gary said interrupting. “You’re not talking about Percival Bertram are you?” Gary shook his head when Sam nodded. “Sam, he’s a man to be reckoned with and since you mentioned San Antonio and Donovan, I’d guess you’re referring to Buford Donovan of Donovan Industries.”

“You know these guys?” Savannah asked shocked.

“I’ll see your hundred, Gary, and I call.” Sam interrupted before he could answer Savannah.

Gary laid his cards out, “Read ‘em and weep Sister, straight flush.” Gary turned his head to Savannah, “Donovan owns a couple of ranches in Texas. I’ve bought cattle from him in the past. Not too often though, I’ve heard more then one unpleasant story about him.”

“Yeah, we nearly had a run-in with him a few years back,” Pete added. “Now I know where I’ve seen that guy in the suite before, Sam.” Pete added and hushed as Sam held up her finger.

“You'll be weeping darlin’,” Sam said laying out her cards, “a royal flush,” giving him a smirk as she reached for the chips in the middle.

“What guy?” Gary asked puzzled looking at Pete.

Pete sat up and turned fully leaning against the table as Savannah started to shuffle to deal out the next hand. “A few years ago when we drove down to West Texas, damn near close to El Paso, some small rinky-dink town to one of Donovan’s ranches. You remember that big cowpoke dude.”

Sam busted out laughing. “Cowpoke dude… just remember you’re one of them.”

Pete just shot Sam a look playfully backhanding her shoulder, “Enough you,” trying to be reprimanding and continued. “Donovan’s ranch manager, he’s about my size… what the hell was his name? Louisa went down with us,” Pete started to snicker, “we told her she reminded us of Sam because she asked if he kidnapped Olive Oyle…”

Gary snickered, “How can you forget? We were calling you Popeye.”

“Must have been Brutus,” Savannah snickered out.

Pete snapped his fingers pointing, “That’s it,” he looked at Sam, “that’s the guy we took out swing dancing.”

“You and Pete went swing dancing?” Gary questioned defensively.

“Oh yeah,” Sam answered as they went about playing, “and we had a blast while we were at it,” chuckling under her breath glancing at Pete. “Quit being so damn protective Gary, you make me wanna puke.” Sam paused and quickly got back on track. “Well, at least that’s two pieces of good news to this mess and ties Candie and Brutus to Donovan even more.”

“Savannah deals as well as Gary does,” Pete muttered. “I fold.”

Sam adjusted her eyes around the table and back to her cards, tossing her chips as she did, “Time to raise the stakes a bit. Two hundred.”

“I’m out.” Gary said and glanced as Savannah seeing her following suit, turning to Sam. “This is why I don’t like playing cards with you.”

Sam snickered. “I didn’t have shit in my hand,” laying them out knowing they were curious, “just a pair of aces.”

Gary leaned back in his chair shaking his head, “Shit, knew I should’ve called your bluff.”

Sam reached for his cards flipping them over to see, “Yeah, with two pairs I would’ve.”

“Samantha,” Savannah spoke leaning on the table, “Do you and Harm play Setback?”

“I do, haven’t played in years though. I’m not sure about Harm though, other than poker.”

“One of these nights we’ll have to get together for a night of cards. I’d be more daring than what I am right now.”

“Oh hell,” Sam muttered, “here, have a couple of grand. Gary can easily afford it,” tossing his chips at Savannah. “Always more fun gambling with someone else’s money anyway.”

“Yeah, you should know Sam.” Gary retorted. “You already have over five hundred of my money.”

Sam twitched her head, “I’ll have all of it by the time we’re done.”

“Well, that’ll be real damn soon,” Gary pointed with his head, “here comes Bertram now.”

“Well, well, well,” Bertram said nearing them, stepping between Gary and Sam. “Mister McCormick, it's been a long time. How are ya boys doin’ tonight?”

“Bert,” Gary turned to shake his hand, “we’re holding our own. Care to sit in on a few hands. I don’t think the girls would mind. Would ya?”

“It’ll be ‘my’ pleasure,” he said tipping his hat to them as he removed it and signaled to a near by employee to bring a round of drinks. “I had the pleasure of flying from DC to Detroit with these two lovely ladies and may I add that you’re both lookin’ prettier then the first time I saw you.”

Once everyone placed their orders, Gary and Pete were surprised to hear Sam order a seven and seven. Pete nodded nonchalantly to Gary to keep his mouth shut.

“I don’t believe I caught your names on the plane, ladies.” Bert said when the waitress walked away.

“Oh, Bert, I’ll do the honors.” Gary suggested glancing at each in turn, “This is Savannah and Samantha – Percival Bertram, one of Texas’ oil barons.”

“You ladies can call me Bert, my friends do.”

“Oh and I thought it would be Percy,” Sam said sarcastically.

Bert beaded his eyes and waved his finger. “I had someone call me that once and I didn’t particularly like him very much.”

“He probably didn’t like you much either,” Sam retorted steely. “Are we going to play some poker or bullshit the rest of the night?”

“Now darlin’,” Gary spoke looking at Sam, waving his finger for indication, “if you’d two wouldn’t mind moving down a seat, since Bert is here I wouldn’t mind talking a bit of shop over a friendly game of poker.”

Bert spoke as they moved and he settled in the seat Sam was just in. “Well now, you finally decided to give oil a try, huh?”

“As I recall, that was the topic of conversation last time we spoke. I believe it was at Buford Donovan’s just outside Fort Worth.”

“That would be about right,” Bert spoke as they went about to play cards. “How is old Buford anyway?”

“He’s dead,” Sam answered and looked directly at Bert with a knowing glint in her eyes.

“Well, I’m sorry to hear that.” Bert replied, “We were in the middle of working out a business deal.” Burt turned his head slightly to Sam, “How do you know Buford?”

Sam shrugged, “Same as you, working out a business deal… except I wasn’t looking for cattle and oil.”

“What kind of business are you in?”

“The expensive kind, I don’t mind taking a gamble.”

“In that case, how about we play a little aggressive poker? I’d like to see how big of a gamble you’re willing to take. Maybe we can sit down one on one and discuss business someday.”

“Bert,” Pete chimed in, “I don’t think you can handle Samantha’s business.”

“You don’t put down a horse unless he turns up lame,” Bert replied. “I think we can work something out, providing you tell me exactly what it is you do ma’am.”

Sam took a breath and caught it on release. “I take risks Mr. Bertram and damn the consequences to hell. I have champagne taste with a beer-paying job… have to keep up appearances.” Sam paused. “Plus, I listen to my righthand man,” she concluded looking at Pete, “ain’t that right darlin’?”

“Yes ma’am, always a pleasure to obey the boss lady.”

Bert chimed in with a grin. “Well, now, that’s what I like, a lady who runs her own business.”

Savannah raised an eyebrow, “You don’t think a woman should be in a position of power Mister Bertram?”

“Hell honey, they’re going into combat carrying automatic weapons, grenade launchers and operating the biggest, finest machinery this side of the oceans. I have no objections to a lady running her own company.”

“Well now, you and I are in full agreement there.” Sam added. “With one exception though, I stop short of murder.”

“Murder?” Bert questioned, surprised by Sam’s comment. “Who the hell said anything about murder?”

“I heard that’s how Buford Donovan died. He was murdered by someone he was doing business with, an ally of yours, Mister Bertram.”

Before Bertram could reply, Candie arrived and took a seat next to Savannah.

“Well, look who decided to join our poker game.” Sam said as she started to deal.

“I’m sorry, do we know each other?” Candie replied, eyeing Sam.

Sam scrunched her nose. “Oh, we had a little run-in earlier. I was in a bit of a hurry.”

Savannah caught Sam’s expression and had to glide her finger above her lip to hide the smirk starting to form on her lips. ‘Now I know where Sammy gets it from,’ she thought, suddenly enlightened. “So,” Savannah said turning her head slightly, “What’s your name honey?” unaware who was nearby.

“It’s…”

“Candie,” Harm said, taking the seat next to her while setting his drink down. Tom took the last spot at the table. “Mind if we sit in?” he asked Sam.

“I don’t see why not.” She answered while dealing their hands. “Just finished dealing; ante up, five card draw, queens are wild.”

“Oh, I bet they are,” Tom muttered.

Harm moved his eyes to Sam, “Hell of a lot more then just wild.” Harm was still trying to figure out exactly what was going on. “Candie,” he said, trying to be polite, “you look a little surprised to see us.”

“Just a little,” she shrugged.

Silence fell around the table while the game turned aggressive. Gary dealt the last hand and betting started with Savannah, who was feeling courageous on the last round.

“Well, I’m feeling damn lucky tonight,” Savannah said flirtatiously and looked at Gary. “Am I right sweetheart?”

Gary briefly glanced around the table. “As always darlin’, whatever you want.”

“Good,” she replied, setting her cards on the table face down and pushed her pile of chips to the middle, “I’m betting the ranch honey, two grand.”

Candie, Harm and Tom folded. Harm was taking a sip of his drink and nearly choked on it when Sam saw the bet and called.

“Straight flush,” Bertram said laying his cards out.

Gary followed, “Full house.”

Savannah looked at Sam with a sly grin, “I love hearts, royal flush.”

“Ya know, spades are a wonderful thing.” Sam smirked. “Not only are they nice to dig a hole,” she slowly released her cards on the table, “they make a really nice royal flush.” Sam leaned to Pete, muttering in his ear, adjusting her eyes to Harm. “Showtime baby.”

“Yes ma’am,” Pete said wholeheartedly and stood then helped Sam to her feet. “We’ll split the pot later, the lady has ‘other’ things on her mind at the moment.”

“Unfortunately,” Sam sighed as Pete started to escort her out, deliberately suggesting they walk around Harm to give him a full view of her.

Sam and Pete were a few steps away from the table before turning back. “Oh, one more thing,” Sam said, approaching Candie while trying to not laugh. “Candie Kane, you’re under arrest for four counts of murder.”

“Excuse me?” Candie questioned, “I believe you have the wrong person.”

“Oh no, I have the right person.” Sam said, returning the attitude. “You’re under arrest for the murders of Lieutenant Russ Horne, Commander Levi Webster and Petty Officer Seth Douglas.” Sam beaded her eyes. “I’m sure I’ll have Brutus singing like a jaybird to the authorities later, but you’re also under arrest for the conspiracy to commit the murder of Buford Donovan.” Sam snapped her fingers, “Oh and two counts of kidnapping,” pointing briefly for indication, “that of Admiral Thomas Boone, retired and Captain Harmon Rabb.” Sam grabbed her arm, “Let’s go.”

Candie stood to comply, but once she was in front of Sam, she elbowed her hard in the gut and took off running.

Savannah slipped off her shoes and took off after Candie. Sam quickly regained her composure, slipping off her heels on her way in the opposite direction.

“Which one of you two is going to explain?” Tom demanded.

“I’d love to see how this turns out, but unfortunately I have an early flight to Dallas in the morning.” Bert said.

“Ah,” Harm spoke leaning on the table, raising his glass by the rim with his fingertips ready to take a swig, “Bert or I should call you Percy, maybe you prefer Mister Bertram. I suggest you sit back down.” Harm took a swig of his drink as he stood and took the seat next to him. “That was my wife and her step-mother that just ran out of here after Candie and I have no doubt that since you’re here that somehow you’re tied into all this.”

“You think you’re going to stir me up because you couldn’t prove I was involved with a terrorist attack or are you still pissed off because I paid Juanita Ressler to defend Corporal Barry?”

Harm jerked his head, “Oh no, I can handle being replaced by any decent attorney whose line of defense isn’t to blame the military in a military court of law. That hatchet has long been buried and no longer my problem.” Harm paused and turned his head to him. “I can tell you that you’re going to have one hell of a problem on your hands. That problem is Captain Sam MacArthur.”

Bertram beaded his eyes, “If either of you think I can be tied to five murders and two kidnappings, you both have another thing coming. I’ll admit I ‘heard’ Donovan had been weaseling his way around the DoD and I sure as hell didn’t like it. You can’t prove I was involved with, or had any knowledge of Donovan’s business affairs. What ever in the hell he did was entirely up to him and if he wanted to be involved with companies overseas that are a front for terrorism he could. Whoever killed Donovan did this world a favor.”

Harm raised his eyes, “Oh yeah, I remember… you said we’re going hunting.”

“You better believe it and huntin’ season ain’t over with yet.” Bertram stood, grabbing his hat and looking at Harm, “We’ve just started.”

“Just a word of caution, Mister Bertram,” Harm looked straight at him, “I’d think again before taking any business trips outside the country.”

******

Meanwhile, Sam had caught up with Savannah, grateful the floor was carpeted and not tiled as she was only running in stocking-covered feet. They had chased Candie into the health spa and went in opposite directions meeting back at the entrance.

“The bitch is hiding,” Savannah said breathlessly.

“Yeah well, she’s around somewhere.” Sam said going out the door, “Let’s go find her.”

As the girls headed towards the lobby, Sam spotted Tom and Harm walking out. She wasn’t not expecting to see Bertram, she knew she’d never be able prove his involvement and he would be sure to have his tracks covered. He was too clever to leave any ties to him.

Savannah had turned down one corridor and Sam kept going. “I’ll explain later, promise,” she said, running past her bewildered husband and father.

“I think murder and kidnapping explains why you’re here Angel-girl, it’s just other things that need explaining.”

Sam shook her head and estimated his face a few times. “Yeah well, I’ll leave it up you to come up with one hell of an excuse to get you off the hook for having lipstick on your face.” Sam went on her way with nothing more said.

The men snickered at Harm’s dumbfounded expression as he wiped his face. “Come on Harm, I’ll buy ya a drink,” Pete offered, tapping Harm on the arm.

“I need something. She didn’t slap me, I’m shocked.”

“You two go ahead, we’ll help the girls find Candie.” Tom said.

“Dad,” Gary chimed in as the four of them went in the same direction, “you’re married and I thought you’d be too old to go chasing after a woman.”

Tom beaded his eyes at Gary, “There is no such thing as being too old.”

“Gary,” Harm piped up, “You wouldn’t understand, you’re not married.”

******

Sam and Savannah met up with each other again, still without luck finding Candie.

“Damn, I doubt we’ll find her now.” Sam muttered to Savannah.

“Guess again,” Savannah pointed down the hall for employees only.

The two girls took off after Candie who had entered the kitchen just ahead of them. Dodging around the employees, Sam took the same route as Candie while Savannah went the other way. Less then a moment later, Sam stopped dead in her tracks seeing Candie lying on the floor, out cold.

“Bitch, I told you you’d be sorry,” Sam muttered looking down at Candie. “You’re busted!”

Savannah held the item up in her hand, spinning it by the handle. “Mama always said that a rolling pin works just as good as a cast iron skillet.”

“Believe me, I know all too well.” Sam muttered, “Help me get the little tramp up and drag her ass to security.”

“We won’t have to,” Savannah pointed, “let them do it for us,” she saw two security guards approaching.

Sam spontaneously stood up letting go of Candie as she did.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to beat a horse when it’s down,” Savannah muttered chuckling stepping out of the way for the two men.

“Why?” Sam questioned and chuckled realizing when she let go of Candie’s arm she inadvertently caused Candie to whack her head on the floor. “Oh well, she’ll have one hell of a headache when she wakes up.”

Savannah put her arm around Sam’s shoulders as they left the kitchen to go find the men. “Paybacks are such a bitch.”

“Yes we are!” Sam agreed wholeheartedly. “Now that I have Harm thinking he’s got remains of lipstick on his face, you think I should really make him think I’m mad at him?”

“Well if you want him to play poker later, he’s going to have some reason to suck up.”

“Speaking of poker, one of those four boys has our winnings.” Savannah enlightened.

A few moments later, they found them.

“Hey, Sam,” Savannah said grabbing her arm gently turning to face her slightly. “Now, we know it wasn’t by choice that Tom and Harm were in that room with Candie, but ah, let’s have a little more fun and continue the little charade with Gary and Pete.”

“All in good flirtatious fun.” Sam speculated with a devious grin.

“Of course,” Savannah agreed as they crossed the bar, “and it couldn’t get any better than leaving a seat open between them.”

Sam chuckled under her breath and perched herself on the stool between Harm and Pete while Savannah took the one between Tom and Gary to her left. Sam turned her head to Pete, “By me a drink cowboy?”

Pete slowly turned his head to her with wide eyes and relaxed seeing Sam’s eyes telling him to play along for just a little while longer. “Always glad to oblige a good lookin’ woman,” signaling to the bartender, “within reason of course.”

“Of course,” she gave a soft smile and turned her head to the bartender, “Seven and Seven.”

Harm chimed in, baffled, “Did you get hit on the head or something, Angel-girl? I’ve never seen you drink whiskey before.”

“Funny,” Sam said flatly, “I don’t recall ever seeing you with lipstick on your face, other than mine, of course.” Sam smiled to the bartender leaving her drink and took a sip hiding a grin then leaned slightly further looking down the bar, “Work up a thirst, Savannah?” seeing the tall glass in front of her.

Savannah leaned forward, turning her head towards her, “I’ve got a good lookin’ man sitting on my left; of course I’m thirsty.”

“Ah, Savannah, I’m on your ‘other’ left,” Tom corrected.

“I know my right from my left Thomas Boone and you’re a ‘right’ pain in the ass for being in a hotel room with another woman.”

“Now hold on a minute,” Tom retorted folding his arms across his chest leaning back in his seat, “That sure as hell wasn’t willingly.”

“Oh, so it was deliberate.” Savannah said waving her finger for indication, “you two ‘thought’ about it first.”

“Of course we did,” Harm chimed in defending not realizing how it sounded.

Sam’s mouth fell open in shock as his words sunk in. She backhanded him hard on the arm. “You son of a bitch,” Sam turned her head and grabbed Pete’s drink, hoping it was only water as she stood. “Cool your jets, Flyboy,” she tossed it at him, slammed the glass on the bar and stormed out.

Savannah took a deep breath and leaned towards Tom. “Come on you, I’m in the mood to play poker.”

“Isn’t that supposed to be my job?” Tom flirted back quietly.

“Uh-huh,” she beckoned as they stood.

They said their goodbyes with Gary following.

“Ah, Harm,” Pete spoke scooting over, “I ah think there’s a few things you need to know and now would be a good time.”

“Sure, rub it in,” Harm groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose finished drying his face, realizing exactly what had implied. Harm covered his mouth slightly resting his elbow on the bar shaking his head and moved his hand away from his lips. “Not only do I get smacked, I get a drink thrown in my face.”

“Harm, you agreed with Savannah about it first being in a hotel room with another woman and it wasn’t directed at Sam.”

Harm covered his eyes. “I did, didn’t I? I can’t believe it.” Harm waved his hand away from his face, resting it on the bar as he did, turning his head to. “Pete, I know Sam was only joking around in the casino with you earlier, I understand she had a job to do. I also know it was just a little friendly flirting going on between you two a few minutes ago. I’ve learned a long time ago, that’s a norm between you two. Why in the hell would Sam think I would consider being in a hotel room on purpose with any other woman but her?”

Pete took a deep breath. “Well, we had a bit of a heart-to-heart earlier today, two actually” he confessed signaling to the bartender ordering the two of them another round. “I think Samantha took it ah… too close to heart.”

Harm shook his head. “Pete, I have no idea how much Sam has told you about what’s been going on lately in the past month or so,” he shook his head trying not become defensive and be understanding as well, “but she’s been doing that a lot lately. Damn near too much.”

Pete took a deep breath. “I promised Sam years ago I’d keep my mouth shut.” Pete turned his head in Harm’s direction. “It is safe to tell you that at this point, I know everything regarding Sammy.”

“Well, if you’re expecting me to be shocked or surprised, I’m not.” Harm swallowed hard at his next thought. “I just don’t know how much more I can take.”

“Do you love her?”

“Unconditionally,” Harm replied without hesitation.

Pete downed his drink as he stood. “Then I’ll tell you the same thing I told Samantha earlier.” Pete continued seeing Harm’s ‘well’ expression as he stood too. “Don’t just talk at her, talk ‘to’ her.”

“That’s never been the problem,” Harm spoke as they left the bar. “It’s the how and when to bring it up.”

Pete shook his head and chuckled in disbelief. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, Harm, and it seems to be the one thing you haven’t figured out yet.” Pete paused. “You talk to Sam when you’re damn good and ready to talk to her. It doesn’t work the other way around or hell will be frozen over if you wait until Sam’s ready.”

“Thanks for the input, Pete, but that only takes care of the when.” Harm said as they stepped on the elevator.

“Yeah, it does. I can’t tell you the how, that you’ll have to figure out on you own.” Pete paused. “I do know Sam has a long list of questions to ask you, just prepare yourself for an impromptu inquisition.”

“I can handle that.” Harm muttered.

Pete gave a concerned expression as they stepped off the elevator. “Glad you’re not too confident about that. I know you can handle the questioning, it’s your answers I’m not sure if Sam can handle.”

Harm shook his head. “If she asks, I’m not going to lie to her. I’ve never lied to her and I’m not about to start now.”

“Harm, that’s not what I meant.” Pete looked away and back as Harm stopped near the door to his room. “Sam told me about the shooting.”

Harm shook his head starting to open the door unsure how he was feeling. “That just explains her demeanor earlier and tells me what the hell was on her mind at the time.”

“Did you expect it to be something else?” Pete asked rhetorically. “I’ll see ya in the morning before we head out.” Pete turned and went on his way.

“Pete,” Harm called stopping him after a few steps and waved his hand slightly. “Thanks.” Harm took a deep breath as Pete just nodded and continued on his way.

******

As Harm crossed the room, he smiled softly to himself seeing Sam standing at the window near the bed in the dimly lit room, slightly surprised she was there. Harm toed off his shoes and stripped down to his boxers near the foot of the bed then went to her.

Harm snaked his arms around her middle and nuzzled her neck. “Hey you,” he whispered.

“Hey you,” Sam softly replied tilting her head, softly closing her eyes. “I owe you an apology. You deserved better then for me to throw Pete’s drink in your face and I put my trust in you into question by jumping to conclusions. I’m sorry.”

Harm nibbled his way around the back of her neck. “Well, I didn’t realize how it came across until after you stormed out.” Harm paused resting his cheek on the side of her head. “Pete and I had a little conversation about it after Savannah, Gary and your Dad left.”

“How badly did you lay into Pete?”

“I didn’t actually.” Harm truthfully and softly answered. “I get the feeling you know a lot more since you didn’t slap me earlier.”

Sam snickered. “Harm, I was just giving you a hard time about the lipstick on your face.”

“You did one hell of job convincing me otherwise. Just so that you know.” Harm raised his head turning Sam in his arms as he did and looked down into her eyes gently lifting her face to him. “Despite your father and I having something slipped into our drinks last night, there wasn’t a minute that went by that you weren’t in every other thought I had.” Harm gave a half-smile, “All the others were trying to figure out what the hell was going on.” Harm quietly sighed pushing Sam’s hair behind her ear. “I’ll admit the temptation was there and if I didn’t have you in my life, I probably would’ve given in. I even had your father wondering and ready to kill me.” Harm softly kissed her lips and carefully chose his words. “But you were always in my mind and especially my heart. From what little Pete did say, I’m guessing thoughts were circling around in your head from when Sammy was… taken away.”

Sam lowered her eyes. “I’m ashamed to admit it,” she looked into his again, “but yeah, I thought about it.” Sam paused. “Harm,” she gently shook her head seeing it in his eyes and gently begged, “please, don’t say it. I know it wasn’t your choice and I have no right to jump to conclusions the way I did. I also know if it was in the line of duty, you’d give in. You’d have to.”

Harm raised his eyes, his voice hoarse, “You’re wrong about that.” Harm gently shook his head. “Angel-girl, my faith to you was tested to the limits through the seduction of a temptress. There is no way in hell, even in the line of duty, would I ever cross that line. I’d have to be held at gun point and your life on the line because I’d rather die then be unfaithful to you.” Harm lightly kissed her lips and bantered, “Besides, you’re seductive, tempting, and satisfying enough for me. My eyes and hands don’t need to travel where they’re not supposed to. I love you Angel-girl.”

“I love you too.” Sam gave him a loving kiss and switched gears. “So ah, how was the air show?”

Harm chuckled flashing his flyboy grin. “I don’t know,” he spoke soft through a smile. “I doubt I’ll ever have that answer because even as I take my last breath, I’ll still be flying high loving you and the view from up here is a damn pleasurable one.”

Harm looked deep into her eyes, seeing them starting to swell from the sentimental moments. He cupped her face, grazing his thumb across on her cheek, the other across her luscious lip before he seized them with his own. Harm’s hands traveled to her back, unzipping her dress to let it pool on the floor. Harm moaned deeply from the pit of his stomach finding her bare ass, pulling her closer feeling her breasts pressing against his bare muscular chest. Harm slowly broke the kiss savoring her taste, hungrily nipping a path to her ear.

“I missed you so much Angel-girl,” he whispered slithering his tongue around her ear. He tugged on the lobe with his lips, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck while inhaling her scent.

Sam returned the random path of kisses with a full mouth assault. “Missed you too,” she whispered sliding her hands around his torso craving to feel every inch of him. Sam adjusted her head, forcing Harm’s face from her neck, leaving a hungrier trail of kisses in her wake moving across his chest; her hands slipping into his boxers baring his hardening shaft.

Harm hung his head back, tenderly gliding his hands along her silky smooth skin enjoying the pleasures she was delivering to him. Harm took a deep breath of anticipation, catching it on release, feeling her lips along his abdomen, stiffening as her fingers caressed his sack. Harm gasped as her mouth sank around him, his hands tangling in her hair. Overpowered by the gratifying feeling of Sam feasting on his shaft, Harm moved his hips in time with her. Enjoying the delights a moment longer, Harm pulled away slowly to avoid exploding deep in her mouth.

Harm dove for her lips, seizing them once again with his, and picked her up by the back of her thighs to carry her to the bed. Gently laying Sam down, Harm broke the kiss to bury his face into the valley of her breasts, his hand traveling along her body to massage one delicious orb while he assaulted the other with his mouth. Sam panted out breathlessly under his ministrations.

Sam was beyond ready to have Harm penetrate her depths, feeling his leg between her thighs resting against her mound, she barely raised her hips. “Please Harm,” she begged. “I want you inside me… now.”

Harm gave into the temptation of the goddess below him, releasing her breast to hover above her, spreading Sam’s legs a little more as his did. Harm buried his face into her neck, guided by memory to her entrance. He delved deep into her, letting out a deep moan of sheer ecstasy from sensation.

“God, you feel so good, Angel-girl,” Harm whispered, his breath rushing against her ear.

“You do too,” Sam replied in the same manner, wrapping her legs around his torso, urging Harm into her core, meeting him thrust for thrust.

The physical separation from the past two days brought their sexual tensions to ahead and neither one could get enough of the other. Sam snaked her hands between their chests, resting her palms flat on Harm’s chest, forcing him to his back and he graciously complied not breaking their contact.

Sam hungrily nipped at Harm as she raised her chest from his, propping herself on her hands looking down into his gorgeous eyes. Sam grinded her mound against him with each downward thrust, his shaft massaging her inner muscles. Sam sat up to straddle his thighs and leaned back to grab his calves for support. She let out a sharp gasp as Harm’s thumb grazed firmly around her mound.

Harm sat up, diving for her neck letting out a deep moan as Sam wrapped her arms around him; his hand roaming around her back bringing her against him enjoying their bodies pressed and connected together. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against her ear, feeling her muscles clenching his shaft, “Oh god, Sam…” guiding her by the hips, slamming Sam down on his shaft as she quickened the pace.

“Harm…” she cried out moving her head to look into his eyes; her eyes burning deep with passion and desire, wanting every inch of him.

Harm saw in her eyes the same desire as him, the need to furiously ride the wave of passion. Harm continued to guide Sam along his shaft, her mound pressing firmly against him. “Sam!!!”

Hearing his beckoning cry, Sam lowered herself to him, blanketing him with her body, moving wildly as she remained on the brink of release. Clenching the sheets below the pillow, Sam buried her face into his neck. “Oh god… Harm…”

“Come baby,” Harm encouraged her, her sweat-covered body gliding over his only heightened Harm’s desire to fill her with his seed. “Oh yeah… that’s it…” he continued as their hips slapped together, meeting Sam for every hard thrust.

Sam brought her knees up further along his sides; rising herself on her hands arching her head back. “Ahhh… Harm… Ahhh…” her cries of ecstasy became louder as she peaked, taking Harm over the edge with her. “MMM… AHHH…” Sam continued riding out her hard orgasm. “Oh god Harm,” she continued slowly riding him one last time, lightly kissing his lips as she collapsed against him. “I love you,” she whispered into his neck.

Harm wrapped his arms around her lovingly, holding her tight against him to return the soft kiss against her head. “I love you too Angel-girl.”

Sam hadn’t realized until that moment, in the comforts of his arms, how physically exhausted and sexually content she was, her body relaxed entirely against his immediately falling into deep slumber.

“Sam,” Harm whispered softly. “Sam?” he whispered just a little louder. “Angel-girl?” he sang out just above a whisper. Harm remained perfectly still, resting his hand on her side barely feeling her own movement, vaguely shaking his head against the pillow realizing she was out for the night. Harm just laid there for a few minutes enjoying the moment before falling asleep himself.

******

Sam started to stir, moving her hips trying to adjust finding a familiar feeling between her thighs, nearly restricting her movement.

“Mmm…” Harm moaned stirred, burying his face into her neck. “Good morning,” he huskily spoke, pleased they were awaking in this manner.

Sam raised her head looking into his sleepy, lustful eyes with a soft smile. “Good morning,” returning the kiss. Sam wiggled her hips slightly, “Some sailor is an early riser.”

Harm lightly laughed, while caressing her arms. “Oh, you’ll be having a lot more than just some of this sailor.”

“Oh yeah?” Sam continued the tantalizing pleasures growing within her depths.

“Yes ma’am,” Harm wholeheartedly agreed rolling them to Sam’s back; his voice turned gruff, “Definitely like playing poker with you,” he teased, slowly sliding in and out of her, growing to a full erection.

Sam licked her lips. “Just don’t… bust… while you’re at it.”

Harm laughed. “Angel-girl, if I didn’t, I’d be one hurt little puppy,” pressing into her for indication.

“Well, then in that case, you’d better bust.” Sam flirted with her eyes. “Although nursing you back to health would be damn pleasurable.”

“Yes it would be, as always.” Harm captured her lips before losing himself in her.

“I love you Angel-girl.” Harm spoke, his lips brushing against hers as their breathing returned to normal.

Sam softly smiled. “I love you too,” giving him a loving kiss; “Nothing like having breakfast in bed without either of us getting out.”

“Too bad you’re not always waking up before me.”

“Oh, so your lack of sex in the morning is my fault?” Sam questioned with wide eyes.

Harm raised his eyes, “As a matter of fact, yes it is your fault.” Harm kissed Sam before she could speak. “Simply because you’re so beautiful when you sleep,” gently shaking his head, “I don’t want to wake you.”

Sam smiled. “Okay, I’ll share the blame with you.” she clinched her teeth to chide him through a smile, “That still doesn’t mean you can’t wake me.”

“Hey, you know me,” Harm shrugged, “I can never resist the urge to make love to you even if it means waking you up. I have before, you know that.” Harm rolled his hand against the pillow near her head. “I also can’t resist watching you sleep either.”

“Guess you’re in a win lose situation.”

“How do you figure that?” Harm asked doubtfully, finally pulling from her depths.

“Well, you win by watching me sleep and lose out making love to me because you don’t want to wake me.”

“Oh, believe me, Angel-girl it’s not that I don’t want to. I simply choose not to and I just told you that I can never resist the urge to make love to you first thing in the morning. If that means waking you up to do so, it would be my pleasure.” Harm lovingly kissed her lips. “Why don’t you go take a shower and I’ll start packing. Gary offered to drop us off at the airport, I’m sure we can get the same flight out.”

“Well, that was what I was hoping when Savannah and I flew out. I left my truck in long term parking at Dulles.”

“Sam,” Harm reprimanded. “I don’t even like you leaving your truck parked on any base long term.” Harm suddenly became baffled. “How the hell did you talk Savannah into coming out with you?”

“I sort of blackmailed her.” Sam informed as Harm got out of bed and assisted her, “told her if she didn’t want to come out with me I could convince Dad to stay out here for a few extra days since Fallon isn’t very far away.”

“You didn’t?”

“I did,” Sam said proudly, “well that, along with sex.”

“Nevermind, I don’t want to know.”

Thirty minutes later the gang met in the lobby and set to leave the hotel.

Maurice stopped them short of the doors. “You’re not going so soon are you?”

Sam answered, “Yes, Maurice we are.”

“Oh damn!” Maurice whined stomping his foot and looked at Pete, “Surely you don’t have to go too. I could… show you a good time.” Maurice pointed to Gary almost dismissingly, “Oh, and you too of course.”

Gary and Pete just looked at each other. Gary said, “Don’t know about you, but I’m already spoken for.”

Pete nodded, “Yeah, I am.” Pete glanced at Sam then to Harm. Pete shrugged as if to say ‘what the hell’ and put his arm around Gary’s shoulders, “Ain’t that right cowboy?” turned to stand in front of Pete and mimic a Roger Rabbit kiss except he placed it on Gary’s cheek.

Maurice bit the knuckle of his index finger, whimpering. “The good ones are always taken.” Maurice lowered his hand and looked at the girls standing between Tom and Harm. “Well, there is always you two.”

Sam and Savannah looked at each other, “Nah,” shaking their heads.

“The mile high club is sounding so much better.” Sam said.

Savannah tilted her head towards Sam, looking from the corner of her raised eyes, “Just as long as that’s the ‘only’ club I join with you.”

Sam turned cocky, “Of course,” put hooked her arm around Savannah’s, “It’ll be ‘much’ better than on the flight out.”

“This is true,” Savannah agreed.

“Ah Sam?” Harm questioned, standing firmly with his arms folded across his chest.

“Yes?” Sam questioned innocently.

Harm shook his head dismissingly. “Nevermind, I don’t want to know.”

“Oh, of course you do Harm,” Savannah chimed in, “Tom does too.”

“Savannah, if it involves Sam,” Tom debated, “no, I don’t want to know.”

“You’re right Dad,” Sam started for the door with Savannah, “you and Harm just ‘might’ want to watch if you did.”

Sam unhooked her arm from around Savannah’s then fished into her pocket; turning to face the dumbfounded men. “Maurice, catch,” tossing him a quarter and pointed, “try the quarter slot over there.”

The boys just shook their heads following Sam’s lead

“I never win,” Maurice yelled to Sam, stopping without playing the coin.

Sam shook her head and at a light jog went to him; she instructed him to put the quarter in and pulled the lever for him, quickly going back to the others. “Okay, brother, you and the good looking cowboy can get us to the airport.”

Sam continued to walk as the others stopped at the sound of obnoxious bells and whistles going off on the slot machine. They all stood in complete disbelief, shaking their heads that Maurice had actually hit the jackpot.

******

It was by far a boring flight home, the girls continuously teased the boys about having joined the ‘mile high club’ without them. Finally they took mercy explained what really happened on the flight out.

When Savannah recounted their terrible “bad puns”, the boys flat-out refused to leave the girls alone again, nevermind ever taking a vacation together no matter the reason.

Sam did however finally tell Harm about her investigation when he finally asked how they managed to be involved and still puzzled about them being kidnapped. Sam did keep a few things to herself and that was the two phone calls back to JAG alerting Sturgis as to what was going on. Sam figured they had been through enough personally and since it was more work related, she decided to wait until they were both back to work to fire that missile at him. Since San Diego, Harm really didn’t have much of a chance to enjoy his leave and Sam wanted at least give him that much… what was left of it anyway.

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