This story is dedicated to Iresol whose Ranger story forms the basis of this one. They are very similar but with different characters and her's take place in the Army where as mine is Navy. I have borrowed Sarah MacKenzie from JAG but have injected her into civillian life. I do not own her or Hollywood, Cowboy, Iceman, Slider and Maverick. I do own Michaela, Morganson, Michaels and Lee. If you enjoyed Iresol's Ranger story I hope you will enjoy this somewhat different version of the same thing.

Chapter One

"Ms MacKenzie, a Mr. Morganson is here." Rebecca announced through the intercom on Sarah's desk.

"Thank you Rebecca, please show him in," Sarah answered. She closed the file she was working through and filed it in the cabinet behind her. The office door opened as she slid the draw shut.

She turned to see a fancy badge held in front of a man in an expensive suit. He was average height, average build with average hair color, in other words there was nothing remarkable about him.

Sarah ignored the badge and re-took her seat. He wasn't FBI or CIA; he wasn't dressed in black suit with a white shirt. "Take a seat Mr. Morganson," She smiled politely and indicated the seat in front of her desk. He laid the ID down in the middle of her desk and took the seat. The words Australian Federal Police leapt out at her.

"You're a long way from home Mr. Morganson," She stated by way of opening the conversation.

"Yes Ma'am and so are you if intelligence is anything to go by."

Sarah smiled briefly and pulled a notepad towards her. She noted down the ID number to be checked later. "How can I help you?"

"Two weeks ago a young girl's body was found in the Murrumbidgee River, dismembered and stored in a series of drums in a cave. You've probably heard about the flooding recently?" Sarah nodded in answer. It had actually made the US news which was most unusual. "We believe the high water dislodged the drums and they were found by a farmer. The girl was ten year old Melanie Mason, severely beaten, assaulted and raped."

"What does this have to do with me?" Sarah interrupted slightly impatiently. She didn't need gruesome details.

"We picked her step-father up and he admitted to the rape, assault and beatings, however, he made it clear that his older daughter, Laura was the one who slit her sister's throat."

"Lovely," Sarah grimaced.

"The weapon used was her step- father's knife, while the prints found on the knife were that of her sister, Laura. Laura was fifteen at the time of her death." Mr. Morganson took a photo out of a file and passed it over to her. Two pretty blonde haired, blue eyed girls stared back at Sarah, school photos. "So far we've been able to work out that Laura ran away the night of Melanie's death and left the country, sometime later. When? We aren't exactly sure yet. We also believe she had some help, a young man by the name of Bryce Parker who lived across the road from her. Apparently they used to hang out together. We believe the pair entered the United States under a different identity and that Bryce joined the Navy. We believe he and the girl are still together and currently residing on Miramar Naval Air Base."

"Well if they are Mr. Morganson, I can assure you I can't help, that area is out of my jurisdiction. It's up to NCIS to find them, if that is what you're asking?" Sarah questioned in a bit of an acid tone.

"Yes Ms MacKenzie we do realize this but seeing as how you still have several contacts on base, we had hoped, as a fellow countrymen, you'd be willing to help us out. We are well aware that if NCIS start asking questions the couple may go to ground. If you are asking questions, it looks a lot less suspicious."

"Are you asking me to spy on someone who was involved in a twelve year old murder?"

"No Ma'am, I'm asking you to help us locate this girl and her boyfriend. You are familiar with the Australian accent and we feel this could help us locate her. A judge has issued an extradition order for them and we'd like your help in seeing that it's carried out. They need to attend court in three months time."

"Do you have a picture of the boy?" Mr. Morganson passed it over and she glanced at it. "You said they were traveling under different names? Do you know what their names happen to be?"

"No, we are still trying to find that out. As soon as I know, I'll let you know."

"Of course," Sarah nodded making some notes on her notepad.

"Any costs etc will be of course re-imbursed by the Australian Federal Government."

"Of course," Sarah answered like it was of no consequence. She was well practiced in keeping a straight face and not revealing anything. "You do realize that if they are on the navy base and they get wind of this, they'll close ranks and you won't be able to get a dammed thing out of them?"

"Yes Ma'am, this was where we thought perhaps you could befriend them and maybe smooth the way for them. They've got to be scared."

"Hell if I committed a murder I'd be scared too." Sarah leant back in her chair thoughtfully, "What exactly do you want me to do here?"

"Find the couple and hand them over to us for extradition back to Australia to stand trial for murder." He handed her the court order requesting extradition. Sarah sighed, the extradition order had been issued by the Supreme Court and she was duty bound to honor it. She put it aside for the moment, "Mr. Morganson, I am not a private investigator, I am a lawyer."

"Yes Ma'am, but seeing as how you are Australian and you used to work on the base with the navy; we thought you'd be the perfect choice. Discreet, subtle and quick is what we need and my bosses believe you're it."

"Wonderful," She muttered sarcastically. "Well if it helps put another criminal away I guess I have nothing to loose do I?"

"No Ma'am." Mr. Morganson smiled.

"Alright, let me have your contact details and I'll see what I can do. My fee is $450.00 per hour, I trust that is okay with the Australian Government?"

"It will be fine Ms MacKenzie."

Mr. Morganson left fifteen minutes later after giving her forensic reports and the information they had on Laura Mason and Bryce Parker. Sarah was thoughtful for a moment, how hard could it be to find two Aussies on a US Military base? Their voices alone would stand out like sore thumbs.

The Lieutenant knocked on his CO's door and took a deep breath. He hated this part, when he moved base, but the CO had to know, should anything happen. So far all his CO's had been pretty good about the situation and so helpful but it always made him nervous when he had to confront a new CO. It was worse when he was out on ship and his wife was left all alone for months at a time in some dingy flat on a strange base but, he had to hand it to her, she was getting good at handling things.

"Enter," The CO's voice called.

The Lieutenant turned the knob and stepped inside, he gave the CO a salute, "Good afternoon Sir, I was wondering if I may have a word?"

"Certainly Lieutenant, take a seat. How's the training going?"

"Very good sir."

"Excellent, now what can I help you with?" The Commander put his pen down and leaned back in his chair, hands folded across his taught middle, and waited for the story he already knew, to be told. The Lieutenant was one of the best in the country and his background had been well researched and passed from post to post as he moved around, his file stamped classified. The fact that he was one of the best was what kept him in the service.