Title: "Trapped"
Author: Carol
Email: [email protected] 
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Any episode that Clayton Webb is in.
Disclaimer: JAG and it's characters are owned by Paramount, Donald Bellisario and CBS. Any other characters are mine.
Summary: Webb has set Harm and Mac up again, but this time someone gets hurt and Webb realizes what he's done.

1530 hours
Washington, D.C.

"Come on, come on," Clayton Webb said, to himself. He was becoming very impatient sitting in the D.C. traffic while trying to get to the Department of Customs Building, where Harm and Mac were doing some of Webb's dirty work for him. He tried dialing Harm's cell phone, but it wasing working.
"Damn it," he said,throwing the phone on the seat next to him. The traffic finally began moving again and Clay frantically drove on. When he reached the Custom's Department Building, he spotted several agents that he knew. He jumped out of his car and approached the agents. "Have you found anything yet?" he asked.
"No, sir. Not yet," the agent answered.
"Why hasn't this building been evacuated?" Clay asked, noticing people casually standing inside.
"Most of the people are gone. We were waiting for confirmation about the bomb," the other agent said.
"You just got it! Get these people out of here now!!" Clay angrily said, rushing into the building, with the other agents following. They were right, there were not many people in the building. Clay reached the office were Harm and Mac were suppose to be working. They were not there.
"May I help you?" a young lady in the office asked.
"Commander Rabb and Major MacKenzie, where are they?"
"The Commander left some time ago and the Major went to the archives room one floor down," the clerk said.
Webb flashed his ID and said, "There's a bomb in the building, get out of here now!" The clerk grabbed her purse and did just what Clay had ordered. Following her out the door, Clay headed for the stairs.
When he reached the bottom floor, he ran down the hallway shouting, "Mac, Mac!"
A door opened and Mac walked out.
"What are you doing here, Webb?"
"We have to get out of here, there's a bomb in the building," he said.
"Let me get my stuff," Mac said, going back into the archives room.
Clay grabbed her arm. "There's no time, we have to go now!"
"I'm not leaving without the evidence," she said, pulling her arm away from Clay and starting back intot he room. Suddenly, the building shook and they could hear an explosion above them. Within seconds the ceiling and walls began crumbling around them. Clay lunged toward Mac, they both hit the ground as Clay tried to shield her with his body.

1630 hours
Department of Customs Building
Washington, D.C.

Rescue and abulance personnel were all around the building. The explosion had been contained to the inner-most part of the building. A triage area had been set up across the street in a grassy area for the injured, before transporting them to the hospital.
Harm had gone back to JAG Headquarters, but as upon hearing about the explosion, returned with Bud and the Admiral with him. Seeing an FBI agent that he knew, Harm rushed to him.
"Frank, did everyone get out?" Harm frantically asked. "Mac was inside."
"I'm not sure, Harm. They've taken the injured over there before transporting to the hospital," the agent said, pointing toward the triage area.
Harm, Admiral Chegwidden and Bud headed to the ambulances. A fireman standing there looked like he was in charge.
"Excuse me, we are looking for a Marine Major Sarah MacKenzie, she was suppose to have been working inside the building," the Admiral said.
"I'm sorry, I haven't seen anyone in a military uniform. You might want to ask that man over there, he's logging names of the injured."
"Thank you, Admiral Chegwidden said. The three of them headed to the man with the clipboard.
"Excuse me, my partner Major Sarah MacKenzie had been working in one of the offices on the main floor. Do you know if she made it out?" Harm asked.
"I don't see her name on my list, maybe she left before the explosion."
"Sir, isn't that Mr. Webb's car?" Bud pointed out.
"Yes, it is," Harm said.
"Commander? Commander Rabb?" a femail voice said.
Harm turned around and saw the clerk from the office where he last saw Mac. She had a bandage on her arm.
"Miss Bryant, are you all right?" he asked.
"Yes, Commander. I'll be fine, thanks to the man that came in looking for the Major. He told me there was a bomb and to get out," she said.
"That would be Clayton Webb. He ran in to warn people," the man in the dark suit said.
"So, the Major got out?" Harm asked, hopeful.
"I'm sorry, Commander. I don't see how she could have. Mr. Webb told me to get out, then he went downstairs where she had gone, to find her. I barely had time to make it out myself."
Panic slowly crept across Harm's face. Suddenly realizing Mac was still in there, he started toward the building. The Admiral, Bud, and several others had to restrain him.
"Commander, you cannot go in there, it's too dangerous," the Admiral said.
"Mac's in there! I have to help her!" Harm pleaded.
"I know she is, son, but you are going to have to let them do it their way. Lt. Roberts, take the Commander back to the car. I'll be along in a minute," the Admiral said.
"Yes, sir," Bud said, as he and Harm headed to the car.
The Admiral turned toward the man in the suit.
"Who is in charge of the rescue operation?"
"I am."
"And, your name is?"
"Special Agent Collins, FBI, Admiral."
"Well, Special Agent Collins," the Admiral said, moving into this face. "I suggest you get your ass in gear because one of my officers, as well as Clayton Webb are trapped in there. And, if I don't see some rescue efforts happening real soon, I'm going to bring a Marine detachment in here to take that building apart brick by brick until they find them. Do you understand?"
"I understand, Admiral. Don't worry, we will get them out."

1800 hours

The archive room looked as though an earthquake had hit. The ceiling had fallen in with the ventilation ducts and pipes laying all around. Clayton Webb slowly was regaining consciousness. He opened his eyes, but felt dampness around his right eye. He felt his forehead and then looked at his hand.
"Great," he said, seeing blood on his fingers in the dimly lit room.

Next to Clay, Mac layed not moving. He feared the worse.
"Mac, Mac," he said, with no response. He reached over to take her pulse. She was alive and Clay felt relieved. He tried to get up, but when a pain shot through his leg he had to sit back down. A beam the ceiling had fallen on his leg. He didn't think it was broken, but knew he was hurt bad.
He moved over closer to Mac, took off his jacket and layed it on top of her. She was probably in shock and needed to stay warm. Clay looked around the room at the damage. The bomb must have gone off almost right above them. He could hear the sirens coming and going, he knew help would be there soon, at least he hoped so.

2100 hours

Fire Department rescue squads had arrived from every area in and around D.C. Flood lights had been secured all around the building so the search for survivors could continue through the night. Admiral Chegwidden had ordered a couple of GP Large Tents to be brought in from Marine Barricks A. He also had a detatchment of Marines brought in t osecure the area around the building.
The Admiral, Harm and Bud were in the main tent that had been established as a Command Center. Harriet had joined them, bring them something to eat. "Bud, why don't you and Harriet go home and get some rest. There's no sense in all of us being exhausted when Mac and Webb get out. I'll call you as soon as I know anything," Harm said.
"Yes, sir. I guess that's a good idea. You will call us?" Bud said.
"As soon as they're out, I promise."
Bud and Harriet reluctantly left.
"You should take your own advice, Commander," the Admiral said, handing Harm a cup of coffee.
"Yes sir, I probably should, but I won't."
"I could order you home."
"And, I would respectfully deny that order, sir. I have no intention of going anywhere until Mac is out of there," Harm said.
"Sounds like you and the Major have resolved your differences," the Admiral said.
"Not exactly. That's why I wasn't here, sir. We weren't agreeing on anything so I headed back to headquarters early. I should have made her come with me."
"You know as well as I do, that the Major has a mind of her own and won't do anything she doesn't want to."
"Yes sir, you're sure right about that," Harm said, laughing a little.
Suddenly, shouts were coming from the building. Harm and the Admiral looked toward the building and saw two stretchers being carried out. They both threw their coffee down and rushed over to see if it was Mac and Webb.
"Harm, it's not them. I'm sorry," Harm's friend, Frank said, stopping them in the middle of the street.
"Why don't you both go home and get some sleep. I'll call you as soon as I know anything."
"I'm not leaving until I know she's safe," Harm said, walking away.
"He's got it bad, doesn't he?" Frank said.
"What?" the Admiral replied.
"I've seen partner loyalty before, but he's way past that with Mac. He's in love with her," Frank said, walking back to the Command Center.

0100 hours

Clayton Webb had been sitting quietly in total darkness for hours, thinking. His head had stopped bleeding and only hurt like hell now. He figured he had a concussion and really didn't want to fall asleep. He was worried about Mac, too. She was still unconscious, darkness had come too quickly and he hadn't
had time to check her for injuries. He'd really done it this time, he thought. He had asked Harm and Mac to do some snooping at this building for him. It seemed like everytime they helped him, they were put into danger. He hated the way he felt right now.
"Oh," Mac moaned. Clay could hear her moving.
"Mac, don't move, you're hurt," he said.
"What happened?" she asked, trying to sit up.
"There was an explosion."
"I remember now. What time is it?" she asked.
"You must be hurt if you don't know what time it is." Clay pushed the button that lit up his very expensive watch. "It's 1:15 a.m."
"Do you think anyone knows we're here?" she asked.
"They know we're in the building, but may not know exactly where."
"Have you tried your cell phone?"
"I left it in the car," he said.
"I've got a knot on the back of my head and my ribs hurt," she said. "How about you?"
"I think I hurt my leg and have a concussion," he said. He didn't want to alarm her, but his leg was now numb.
"I don't suppose you know where my purse landed, do you?" she asked.
"It's a little dark in here to fix you hair, don't you think?"
"I have a flashlight in my purse, Webb," she said, reaching all around until she found her bag. She retrieved the light, turning it on she surveyed the damaged room before shining the light on Clay.
"Oh my gosh! Clay you're hurt bad."
Clay squinted at the light in his eyes.
"It's not as bad as it looks," he said.
Mac moved the light down his body. Quickly, she turned the light off.
"How does you leg feel?"
"It's not bad."
She knew better, his right pant leg was red from the blood he had lost.
"Your leg's been bleeding." She turned the light back on to show him.
"My leg's numb, I can't feel anything," he finally admitted.
"It doesn't look like it's bleeding now," she said, trying to comfort him.
"I've really done it this time, haven't I?" he said.
"What do you mean?"
"Asking you and Harm for help one too many times has gotten you hurt. I'm sorry Mac, I never intended for you to ever get hurt," he said.
"I don't hold you responsible for anything, Webb. Except maybe for bringing me to JAG. You were responsible for that, weren't you?"
"You figured that out, huh?"
"It didn't take long after finding out that Uncle Matt had stolen the Declaration
of Independence."
"Well. it worked. You helped recover it. And, as I recall, you figured out I
was CIA right off."
"It wasn't hard. Special Assistant to the Undersecretary of State? Come on, is that really a real job?" she asked.
"Yes, it is. I am a Special Assistant to State, sometimes."
"Oh, but it's those other times," she said. Mac knew Clay had a head injury and she didn't want him falling asleep and not waking up.
"You sound just like Rabb did when I was helping him with that Marine Corporal that held you, A.J. and Roberts hostage," Clay said.
"With good reason, too. Harm said you had an access code and logged right into the CIA computer system. You saved us that night, I'm not sure I thanked
you for that. You were gone when we were released."
"I overstepped by authority that night. If it had gone the other way, I would have been in real trouble."
"But, things did work out, thanks to you and Harm," she said.
"And, you came through when we needed you after Osbourne tried to kill the Admiral."
"I sure put one over on Rabb that time," he said laughing, causing his head to hurt. "Mother appreciated him payng for her dinner that day."
"You should have seen his face when I told him how much it cost."
Webb was silent. Mac could hear him breathing, but in the darkness she couldn't see him. She was worried about him, his injuries looked serious. They
both sat there quietly for a long time.
"Mac, are you okay?" Webb asked, breaking the silence.
"I guess I'm a little scared. What if they can't find us? Your injuries looked serious and my head is really starting to hurt," Mac said.
Webb felt his way over to her as best as he could move. He put his arm around her and she layed her head on his shoulder.
Mac started to giggle.
"Are you all right?" Webb asked.
"I was just thinking about you in Columbia."
"What about me in Columbia?"
"About how you didn't want your suit messed up. I hate to tell you Clay, but your suit is really messed up now." Webb laughed along with her.
"You've come a long way since then. I remember you didn't even know how to use a gun back then," she said.
"I went to operative training after that. I learn fast," he said.
"After the success with the Romanian King you started getting gold stars on your record, right?"
"That little assignment didn't hurt. That's why they sent me to Columbia," he said, then his voiced dropped. "I guess Columbia was the first time I put
you and Harm in danger."
"You didn't put us in danger there, WE decided to rescue you, no one made us. Besides, you helped us with our next three assignments we worked
on together."
"Which three assignments?"
"When Harm and I were investigating the skeleton found on that ship in California. You sent us info through Bud to help us. And, Harm will be
eternally grateful to you for testifying on his behalf when he was charged with murder."
"I forgot about that."
"Your testimony kept him from being court-martialed. And, don't forget about saving Josh Pendry and Harm's life when Josh was kidnapped," Mac reminded him.
"Josh would have never been kidnapped, if I had kept an eye on him," Clay said.
Clay's voice was becoming weaker. He had lost alot of blood from his leg injury and with his concussion and not sleeping, he was having trouble
speaking. Mac decided she need to see if she would get them out of there. She grabbed her flashlight and got up.
"What are you doing?" Clay asked.
"I'm going to get us out of here. You need medical attention," she said.
She carefully made her way to the smashed door and tried to open it. Holding the small flashlight in her mouth, she tugged on the door. With her
broken ribs and weakened state, she was not making much progress. Finally, the door opened, but suddenly part of the ceiling above her came tumbling down.
"MAC!!!" Clay shouted.

0300 hours

Admiral Chegwidden found Harm sitting on the curb across the street from the building. He sat down next to him handing him a cup of coffee that the
Red Cross Disaster Team had supplied.
"You really should get some sleep," the Admiral said.
"I don't think I could, sir," Harm replied.
"It's not your fault that she's in there, you think it is, but it's not."
"I should have stayed with her."
"Webb probably found her and is with her. They'll take care of each other," the Admiral said. He then started to laugh.
Harm thought for a moment, then started laughing, too.
"Can you imagine Webb trying to take care of Mac?" Harm said.
"The Marine in her would probably eat him up and spit him out."
Both the Admiral and Harm sat in silence for several minutes just staring at the building.
"I've noticed things changing between you and Mac lately," Admiral Chegwidden said.
"Things, sir?"
"Your friendship, your relationship, your feelings about Mac. Harm, does Mac know how you feel about her?"
Harm was stunned, he didn't know what to say. "Ah, I...ah...I didn't even realize how I felt until tonight," he said.
"What do you plan on doing about that?" the Admiral asked.
"I have no idea how Mac feels, I wouldn't want to ruin our working realtionship. It would be against regs anyway, sir."
"Just remember, Admirals have ways of getting things worked out," he said.

0400 hours

There was silence in the room after the rubble had fallen. Clay was coughing because of all the dust that had been stirred up. He couldn't see
any light from Mac's flashlight and didn't know where she was.
"Mac, are you all right? Mac?"
"Yea, I think so. I took a pretty good hit on my head, though and I can't find my flashlight. I guess we're going to have to wait for them to find us
afterall." After locating her flashlight, she turned it on and made her way over and sat down next to Clay.
"Do you think I'll ever learn my lesson about involving you and Harm in my missions?" he asked her, laughing a little.
Mac shined the light toward Clay, then lowered it. His face was pale and skin looked clammy. She found his jacket and put it around him, she
knew he was going into shock.
"Listen, Harm and I knew the dangers, we never did anything we didn't want to do. Remember when you briefed us about what to do at the Sudanesse Embassy, the Admiral told us we didn't have to do it. But, we agreed anyway."
"I remember Rabb's stupid excuse about shaving twice that day," Clay said.
"You know you scared all of us when you faked your death last month," Mac said, taking a serious tone.
"I'm sorry, but I had to do that. It was the only way to flush Palmer out," Clay said. "I understand you shedded a few tears over my death. I'm touched."
"You mean alot to me, Clay, whether you know it or not. To both Harm and me," she added.
"Just please remember, you don't ever have to do any of these missions that you don't want to do."
"Bud told me how you set the Admiral up so I wouldn't have to cross the desert in Iran. Thank you."
"I know everyone thinks I don't have a heart, but in my business it's not wise to get emotionally involved," he said.
"I know you have a heart, sometimes I can see your pain in your eyes."
Clay didn't say anything. Mac turned on her flashlight and found Clay unconscious. She checked for a pulse, it felt strong. Mac was worried,
though and tried to wake him. "Clay, Clayton wake up."
He tried to wake up. She saw his eyes open some, then close again.
"Come on Clay. Don't you dare leave me now. I was going to have you over for a steak dinner after we get out of this mess. Clay wake up!" she
shouted, starting to cry. She layed her head on his shoulder.

0500 hours

The sun had just risen above the horizon. It looked like it was going to be a weather perfect day. The Admiral had gone to the Red Cross van
and picked up some food for he and Harm for breakfast. He walked over and sat next to Harm, who was still sitting on the curb from last night.
"You better eat this," the Admiral said, handing a bacon and egg sandwich and orange juice.
"And, that's an order, Commander."
"Yes, sir," Harm said, taking the food and drink from his superior.
"They'll be able to work faster now that daylight is coming," Admiral Chegwidden assured him.
"They've been in there a long time. I just hope they don't have any serious injuries," Harm said.
"They're both tough, they'll be all right."
Suddenly, Harm's friend Frank came running over. "Harm, they found them. They're coming out now. Come on, you two can wait by the building."
The three men quickly went over to the building. Just as they got there, two stretchers were being brought out. Harm saw Mac on the first stretcher, her
face and uniform were covered with dirt, her eyes were closed and there was blood on her forehead. Harm felt his heart skip a beat when he saw her. He
walked along side of the stretcher, reaching for her hand, he said, "Mac."
Slowly, she opened her eyes.
"Hey flyboy, what are you doing here?"
Harm was relieved to see her eyes open and hear that wonderful voice.
Harm smiled.
"I heard they had a Marine running things from inside and had to see for myself."
Mac smiled back. They reached the triage area and the paramedics began working on her. Harm kneeled beside her holding her hand. "Mac...."
"Webb, where's Webb?" she said, trying to sit up.
"Lay down, Major. You have to remain still," the paramedic said.
"Harm, where's Webb? How is he? He was hurt so bad and lost consciousness just before they found us," she said, scared.
"They're working on him, Major," the Admiral said, stepping up behind Harm. "He's hurt bad, but they said he has a strong pulse."
A few minutes later, Webb's stretcher was being carried by them to an ambulance. Clay looked just as dirty as Mac. His head and lag were bandaged
and he had an IV in his arm.
As they walked by with him, Mac saw his eyes open. He raised his hand and said "Wait," to the men carrying him. He raised his head a little looking at Mac.
"Medium well," he said.
"What?' Mac said, fearing Clay was confused from shock.
"I like my steak cooked medium well," he managed to say, laying his head back down. They took him to the awaiting ambulance.
"Well I'll be damned, he did hear me," she mumbled to herself. "It's a date," she shouted to him thinking she may have seen a weak smile on his face.
"What was that all about?" Harm asked.
"We have a dinner date at my place when we get out of the hospital," Mac said, smiling as they carried her to a different ambulance.
Harm stood there in shock at what Mac had just said. "Commander, you can ride in the ambulance with her, if you want," the paramedic said.
"Go ahead," the Admiral said. "I'll call Lt. Robers and meet you at the hospital.
"Yes, sir," Harm said, rushing to her side in the ambulance.

THE END

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