Aloha to you all! This is my very first JAG fanfic. I have written other stories, but I decided to venture into writing a JAG story. This was the result of watching the episode "Imposter" too late at night and too many times. Why it came out of my head, my muse will never tell me. I don't own anything, but Harm and the Admiral are on my wish list, along with a few other characters from other shows. J Anyway, please read and review!
"Attention on deck!"
Admiral AJ Chegwidden walked past the now standing and saluting members of the JAG office. "As you were," he ordered, saluting back, a stab of pain going through his arm as it dropped back to his side. That was weird, he thought to himself as he walked to his office.
He closed the door behind him, placing his briefcase behind the desk. He walked over and looked to the outside world from his windows for a few moments. He saw Commander Harmon Rabb Junior and Major Sarah McKenzie pull in at the same time. He smiled as he saw them bantering back and forth as they walked into the JAG building. I hope they realize how much they really like each other, he smiled, thinking to himself, before turning around and sitting down behind his desk.
It was then the crushing pain in his chest hit him like a Mac truck.
He hadn't been feeling very well for a few days. He wasn't sure what was going on, but being the Judge Advocate General and a Navy Seal, he wasn't going to go down without a fight.
"Tyner!" he barked into the intercom.
"Aye, sir," came Tyner's voice over the tiny speaker.
"I need Commander Rabb and Major McKenzie in my office ASAP."
"Aye sir. As soon as they come in, sir."
He leaned back in his chair, unsure of why he just called Harm and Mac into his office. The pain in his chest became so intense that he thought walking around might help ease the pain. However, it was not to be. He had only gone a few steps when his eyes rolled to the back of his head as his vision dimmed gray before going black. He collapsed, unconscious, to the floor beside his desk.
"Sir, Ma'am. The Admiral would like to see you ASAP," Tyner said, saluting the Commander and Major as they entered the bullpen.
"Okay Tyner, we'll be there in a moment," Harm said, entering his office. He left his briefcase and met Mac outside hers.
"I wonder what the Admiral wants," Mac wondered out loud as she and Harm headed to the Admiral's office. Tyner was sitting at his desk working on a report as the two lawyers went to the office door. Harm knocked, waiting for the expected "Enter."
When no word came, Mac and Harm exchanged an odd look. "I thought he wanted to see us," Mac mused out loud.
"He did ma'am," Tyner replied, looking puzzled as well.
Harm tried knocking again. Again, no response. "Sir?" Tyner asked over the intercom.
When the Admiral still didn't respond, Harm opened the door to the office. He and Mac ran in and stopped dead in their tracks. The Admiral was laying next to his desk, facing away from the door. The two ran over to the Admiral.
"Oh my God! Admiral!" Mac yelled, as she and Harm kneeled next to the prone figure of their commanding officer. Harm rolled AJ over onto his back. He began checking over the Admiral. "He doesn't have a pulse!"
As Harm situated himself over the Admiral to begin CPR, Mac glanced back to see Tyner in the doorway, a horrified look on his face.
"Tyner! Call for help! We need the respirator! The Admiral has no pulse and is not breathing!" Mac ordered, beginning mouth to mouth.
"Yes ma'am!" Tyner replied, scurrying out of the room. A moment later, Lieutenant Bud Roberts came running in with the respirator.
"What happened?" he asked as he began hooking up the machine to the oxygen tank in the bag.
"We don't know Bud. The Admiral told Tyner he wanted to see us, we came, he never answered, we came in the office and the Admiral was on the floor," Mac replied, putting the mask over the Admiral's face.
Tyner came running into the room, worry etched on his young face. "Help is on the way Sir, Ma'am."
"Thanks Tyner," Harm replied, counting compressions. It was a somber group as all three were working on saving their commanding officer's life. Tyner backed out of the room to wait for the paramedics, shutting the door slightly.
In the room, all that could be heard was Harm's faint counting, the puff of air after every five compressions from the respirator and prayers being uttered under the breath of all in the room.
A moment later, Tyner led in paramedics. Harm and Mac backed off as the medical personnel took over the scene. When they pulled out the defibrillator and shocked the Admiral, Mac buried her face into Harm's chest.
"Oh Harm," Mac said, tears falling down her face. Harm put his arm around her shoulders, watching as the paramedics were inserting IV's and medication.
"You can follow us if you would like. We are taking him to Bethsaida," one of the paramedics said, glancing at others in the room.
"Thank you, very much," Harm replied, still in stunned disbelief of what was going on.
A moment later, the Admiral was on a gurney and rushed out of the office. "Sir, ma'am?" Tyner questioned, glancing from them to the paramedics rushing out of the bullpen.
"We don't know Tyner. Mac and I are going to follow them to the hospital. Bud, we'll keep you posted," Harm said, leading Mac by the arm.
"Aye, aye sir," Bud replied as the Commander and Major ran through the bullpen and outside the building.
A/N: Okay, so I left you with a cliff hanger. Please review and let me know what you think.