Title: What we do for love… Author: Jenni E-Mail: gypsy77@cox.net Rating: PG, just for good measure. Classification: Missing Scene Spoilers: Need to Know Summary: Why I think Clay gave Harm the tape. Archieve: Ask first... Date finished: 23 Nov 2002 Disclaimer: This is the same old Yada, Yada, yada…. JAG Characters belong to the all empowered Donald P. Bellisario and CBS. Please don't sue or you'll get my kids. All other characters are of my creation and may be used, just ask first please. Author's Note: Ok.. This is my first Webb/Mac Fic…. Who knew? I hope you like it… Clay Clay opened his condo’s door. The smell of cleaners was still in the air from the housekeeper. After dropping off his coat, jacket, keys and briefcase in the foyer, he headed to his mini-bar. He sat in his favorite chair, looking at the cold fireplace. The day had been long and hard. He gulped at his brandy, and then chided himself for it. He knew she’d be here soon. He wasn’t sure what to expect. He knew he’d be confronted about the sub information one way or another, and soon. He rose and looked out his window. He could see several landmarks but he could also see where she usually parked. He went back to the bar for a refill. He knew that he didn’t want to stare down his Marine too sober, but not intoxicated. She would never forgive him. He sat down and waited. Sarah She pulled into the parking lot and was still trying to figure out how she was going to approach Clay about her case. She saw bother scenarios working out badly. She didn’t dally long. She had to know where they stood. ‘We are too new,’ she thought as she entered the elevator. The ride up was quiet and seemed longer than usual. That was ok with her. She was still preparing her speech. She exited the elevator and then squared her shoulders. She walked right into this condo, knowing he was already home thanks to his secretary. She stopped in her tracks. The sight in front of her was almost impossible to bear. He sat in his chair. His vest was open as was his collar. His sleeves were rolled up and a stray lock of hair had graced his forehead. He looked confused, lost, and worried. She couldn’t say anything. She just stood there, a few feet in front of him. Clay He knew she was ready to ask him to put his career on the line. “Well, what are you going to do about the families?” she finally asked. “I can’t do anything without jeopardizing my career and being charged with treason,” I told her gulping down the last of my 4th brandy. “Clay, you have to let these people know. How would you feel if you didn’t know what happened to your dad?” she asked and walked out. He knew she was right and that he was in love with her. He also knew that right now her main priority was the families she was representing. He wondered what Canada was like this time of year, or maybe a federal prison cell…