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Spoilers: Harm and Mac have another adventure in Russia. H/M. A little fluffiness later on...
Title: Guardian Angel
JAG Headquarters Falls Church, Virginia 0300 ZULU
Mac woke with a start. She looked around, slightly confused. She was still in her office at JAG, and it was 3 am. Or maybe she had come in early? She yawned, trying to remember how she had arrived where she was at, and in doing so glanced at her desk. "What in the.?!" she nearly cursed. The Mount Everest of all paperwork was stacked up in front of her. She groaned, flipped on her desk light, and began to sort through the many papers. "This must be why I came I in so early.." she mumbled to herself as her pen made lines on the paper.
Her groaning and complaining was interrupted when a knock on her door told her she wasn't alone. "Who is it?" She asked groggily. She did not invite the person in. "Mac?" her partner Harm's voice sounded almost as tired, if not more, than hers. "Com on in, Flyboy. I need someone to keep me awake."
He entered. He looked as if he had just woke up and decided to come to the JAG building to see who was stupid enough to come in five hours early. His eyebrow rose at the tired expression on her face. "You know. I called your house, and when you weren't home, I tried to think of the only other place where you would hang out at three o' clock in the morning.." he smirked. "Watch it, Squid." She warned him spitefully. She yawned. "Wait a sec.." she sighed, taking a breath. "Why were you calling me at three o' clock in the morning?"
He looked at the ground for a long while, saying nothing to answer her question. He shifted uneasily where he stood. Now it was Mac's eyebrow that rose. "What is it, Harm?" she asked him. "What's wrong?"
He sighed. "I think we're in trouble." He whispered. Mac put down her pen. "We?" she repeated. "What did you do that got the two of us in trouble at three in the morning?" she demanded. "Are you telling me the Admiral's coming in early, too? How bad is it?"
"It's pretty bad.." Harm admitted, "but it has nothing to do with anything we did to upset the Admiral. Not yet, anyways." He added. "What's that supposed to mean?" Mac asked, even more curious now.
"I found this in Sergei's room this morning." He handed her a crumpled piece of paper. Before she opened it, she glanced at him with wonder. "Are you telling me now that you were wandering around your house this early? Why?"
"Well," sighed Harm, "I thought I heard something..a crash. so I got up to look around." He explained. "I knocked on Sergei's door several times, and when he didn't answer, I decided I would try to open it. It was unlocked, so I went in." he paused for a long time.
"And?" asked Mac, wanting to hear the rest of the story. She patiently waited for him to continue, but the longer he waited to open his mouth and speak, the more she worried. "Harm?" she asked. "What happened when you looked in your brother's room?"
"Nothing." he said finally. "Sergei was gone. Just.please read the note.I can't read it."
"Huh?" Mac puzzled. "What do you mean you can't read it?" she uncrumpled the wad of paper in her hand. "Oh.." She realized.
"It's in Russian." Whispered Harm. "Can you tell me what it says?" He waited for Mac to read through the letter several times before he said anything again. "Mac?" he asked.
"Harm, you're right." She finally replied. "This definitely isn't good."
"What does it say?" he demanded.
"It's from the KGB.although I've never known them to be bold enough to sign their own letters.." She pondered.
"Yes, but what does it say?" asked Harm again, a note of alarm rising in his voice.
"Harm, they've taken Sergei back to Russia to carry out a sentence for betrayal and treason."
"Oh, man." Harm sighed. "I thought the Russians were over that by now." He paced the room with worry.
"They are." Mac answered. "That's the reason Alexei came to visit a few weeks ago. The KGB is a totally different animal. I think maybe they are just using Sergei as bait."
"What's that supposed to mean? Do you mean they want ME to come out there? Why?...hmmm." he thought aloud.
"What's 'hmmm'."Mac demanded. "What does 'hmmm' mean?" She glared at him with eyes that could shoot daggers. "Harm.there's something that you haven't told me, isn't there?" she asked in a nicer tone.
"There were pictures." Harm whispered. "I think they are from the first couple of months Sergei was here. Most of them are from the Christmas party." He told her, and she glared at him again, holding out her hand. He gently placed the pictures in her palm, and turned around before he could see the look on her face as she look through them.
Mac gasped loudly. "Harm!" she screamed. "You are blind!" she accused him. "Huh?" he grumbled in confusion. "What do you mean?" "Look." Mac pointed. "These pictures were taken from outside your window somehow.and if you know your apartment well enough.what is located over here on this side?" she quizzed. "Well, there's the other window. and that mirror that Sergei put outside the bathroom." Harm analyzed. "Exactly." Replied Mac. "Now.look next to your head in this photograph. You and Sergei were standing near the other window, right?" Harm nodded quickly. "But if you look closely, there are three people in the photograph..." Mac waited for Harm to look. She continued. "You, your brother, and..?" "Clark Palmer!" Harm realized. "That no good son-of-a-weasel!" he yelled. (A/N: Had to come up with something that would possibly not offend anyone.unless u like weasels.in which case I am very sorry.( )
Harm paced the floor for many more minutes before finally turning back to Mac. "Why would Palmer take my brother to Russia?" he asked her. "It's simple." Mac shrugged. "You know about Palmer's history with you. He wants to get you out there, in the middle of nowhere, where he can do whatever he wants to you.and no one can hear you scream.."
Harm twitched at the thought. "I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing me scream." he decided. "But I can't leave Sergei over there with him. The man's deranged. Who knows what terrible things he could be doing to him." Harm sighed deeply. "What should I do?" he asked Mac again.
"There's only one thing you can do." Mac replied. "When the Admiral gets in to work today, you and I are going to march into his office, tell him about Sergei, and catch the quickest plane out of Washington-Dulles."
"We?" frowned Harm. "Yes, we." Mac repeated. "I'm going, too." She told him. "Besides, since when did I give Clark Palmer permission to take photos of me dressed in a Santa suit? He's got to pay for this.." Harm's eyebrow rose, but he didn't dare argue with what Mac said. Mac went back to doing her paperwork soon after that. Harm sat in her office with her, occasionally getting up to pace nervously around the room, or to glance out the blinds in hopes that someone would arrive soon. He had no clue what time it was by now. He knew that Mac and him had been talking for quite a while, but Mac didn't have a clock in her office. He sighed, finally deciding that it was probably better if he didn't know what time it was. He waited.
Admiral AJ Chegwidden's Residence McLean, Virginia 0500 ZULU
The Admiral woke up groggily, quickly put on his uniform, and was somehow in the car on the way to work by 0530 ZULU. He hated going into work so early, but the SecNav said this meeting couldn't wait. He turned up the radio to keep him awake as he drove. The sun had not come out yet, so his headlights were on as he made his way down the road.
JAG Headquarters Falls Church, Virginia 0615 ZULU
He pulled up to the JAG building, and was surprised to see two cars already parked in the parking lot. He turned off his headlights and pulled into an unmarked spot next to a car that he could barely see in the early morning darkness.
He strolled into the building using the stairs instead of the faulty elevator, and grinned to himself when he saw who's office light was already on. He was almost to his own office door when both Mac and Harm ran out of Mac's office, nearly flattening him in their quest to see who could get to him first.
He stepped back angrily. "What in the world is going on?" he demanded. He glared at both the officers standing in front of him.
Mac took a very deep breath, and told the Admiral the story that Harm had told her, adding in what they had discovered about the photographs.
The Admiral stared, again frowning deeply. "This must be why the SecNav called me I for a meeting today. Palmer's got out again, hasn't he?" he asked them, and they both nodded. "Sir, we request that we be given a week to go find my brother and bring Palmer back here." Said Harm. "Are you requesting that I give you leave to Russia?" the Admiral asked. "When was the last time you two had leave?" "About six months ago, sir." Replied Mac. "Fine then." the Admiral relented. "You have TWO weeks..that's fourteen days. and then there may start to be problems. In other words.keep this little trip under wraps please?" he added.
"Yes, sir." The two officers chorused. They quickly turned and left the JAG building to pack.
Spoilers: Harm and Mac have another adventure in Russia. H/M. A little fluffiness later on...
Title: Guardian Angel
JAG Headquarters Falls Church, Virginia 0300 ZULU
Mac woke with a start. She looked around, slightly confused. She was still in her office at JAG, and it was 3 am. Or maybe she had come in early? She yawned, trying to remember how she had arrived where she was at, and in doing so glanced at her desk. "What in the.?!" she nearly cursed. The Mount Everest of all paperwork was stacked up in front of her. She groaned, flipped on her desk light, and began to sort through the many papers. "This must be why I came I in so early.." she mumbled to herself as her pen made lines on the paper.
Her groaning and complaining was interrupted when a knock on her door told her she wasn't alone. "Who is it?" She asked groggily. She did not invite the person in. "Mac?" her partner Harm's voice sounded almost as tired, if not more, than hers. "Com on in, Flyboy. I need someone to keep me awake."
He entered. He looked as if he had just woke up and decided to come to the JAG building to see who was stupid enough to come in five hours early. His eyebrow rose at the tired expression on her face. "You know. I called your house, and when you weren't home, I tried to think of the only other place where you would hang out at three o' clock in the morning.." he smirked. "Watch it, Squid." She warned him spitefully. She yawned. "Wait a sec.." she sighed, taking a breath. "Why were you calling me at three o' clock in the morning?"
He looked at the ground for a long while, saying nothing to answer her question. He shifted uneasily where he stood. Now it was Mac's eyebrow that rose. "What is it, Harm?" she asked him. "What's wrong?"
He sighed. "I think we're in trouble." He whispered. Mac put down her pen. "We?" she repeated. "What did you do that got the two of us in trouble at three in the morning?" she demanded. "Are you telling me the Admiral's coming in early, too? How bad is it?"
"It's pretty bad.." Harm admitted, "but it has nothing to do with anything we did to upset the Admiral. Not yet, anyways." He added. "What's that supposed to mean?" Mac asked, even more curious now.
"I found this in Sergei's room this morning." He handed her a crumpled piece of paper. Before she opened it, she glanced at him with wonder. "Are you telling me now that you were wandering around your house this early? Why?"
"Well," sighed Harm, "I thought I heard something..a crash. so I got up to look around." He explained. "I knocked on Sergei's door several times, and when he didn't answer, I decided I would try to open it. It was unlocked, so I went in." he paused for a long time.
"And?" asked Mac, wanting to hear the rest of the story. She patiently waited for him to continue, but the longer he waited to open his mouth and speak, the more she worried. "Harm?" she asked. "What happened when you looked in your brother's room?"
"Nothing." he said finally. "Sergei was gone. Just.please read the note.I can't read it."
"Huh?" Mac puzzled. "What do you mean you can't read it?" she uncrumpled the wad of paper in her hand. "Oh.." She realized.
"It's in Russian." Whispered Harm. "Can you tell me what it says?" He waited for Mac to read through the letter several times before he said anything again. "Mac?" he asked.
"Harm, you're right." She finally replied. "This definitely isn't good."
"What does it say?" he demanded.
"It's from the KGB.although I've never known them to be bold enough to sign their own letters.." She pondered.
"Yes, but what does it say?" asked Harm again, a note of alarm rising in his voice.
"Harm, they've taken Sergei back to Russia to carry out a sentence for betrayal and treason."
"Oh, man." Harm sighed. "I thought the Russians were over that by now." He paced the room with worry.
"They are." Mac answered. "That's the reason Alexei came to visit a few weeks ago. The KGB is a totally different animal. I think maybe they are just using Sergei as bait."
"What's that supposed to mean? Do you mean they want ME to come out there? Why?...hmmm." he thought aloud.
"What's 'hmmm'."Mac demanded. "What does 'hmmm' mean?" She glared at him with eyes that could shoot daggers. "Harm.there's something that you haven't told me, isn't there?" she asked in a nicer tone.
"There were pictures." Harm whispered. "I think they are from the first couple of months Sergei was here. Most of them are from the Christmas party." He told her, and she glared at him again, holding out her hand. He gently placed the pictures in her palm, and turned around before he could see the look on her face as she look through them.
Mac gasped loudly. "Harm!" she screamed. "You are blind!" she accused him. "Huh?" he grumbled in confusion. "What do you mean?" "Look." Mac pointed. "These pictures were taken from outside your window somehow.and if you know your apartment well enough.what is located over here on this side?" she quizzed. "Well, there's the other window. and that mirror that Sergei put outside the bathroom." Harm analyzed. "Exactly." Replied Mac. "Now.look next to your head in this photograph. You and Sergei were standing near the other window, right?" Harm nodded quickly. "But if you look closely, there are three people in the photograph..." Mac waited for Harm to look. She continued. "You, your brother, and..?" "Clark Palmer!" Harm realized. "That no good son-of-a-weasel!" he yelled. (A/N: Had to come up with something that would possibly not offend anyone.unless u like weasels.in which case I am very sorry.( )
Harm paced the floor for many more minutes before finally turning back to Mac. "Why would Palmer take my brother to Russia?" he asked her. "It's simple." Mac shrugged. "You know about Palmer's history with you. He wants to get you out there, in the middle of nowhere, where he can do whatever he wants to you.and no one can hear you scream.."
Harm twitched at the thought. "I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing me scream." he decided. "But I can't leave Sergei over there with him. The man's deranged. Who knows what terrible things he could be doing to him." Harm sighed deeply. "What should I do?" he asked Mac again.
"There's only one thing you can do." Mac replied. "When the Admiral gets in to work today, you and I are going to march into his office, tell him about Sergei, and catch the quickest plane out of Washington-Dulles."
"We?" frowned Harm. "Yes, we." Mac repeated. "I'm going, too." She told him. "Besides, since when did I give Clark Palmer permission to take photos of me dressed in a Santa suit? He's got to pay for this.." Harm's eyebrow rose, but he didn't dare argue with what Mac said. Mac went back to doing her paperwork soon after that. Harm sat in her office with her, occasionally getting up to pace nervously around the room, or to glance out the blinds in hopes that someone would arrive soon. He had no clue what time it was by now. He knew that Mac and him had been talking for quite a while, but Mac didn't have a clock in her office. He sighed, finally deciding that it was probably better if he didn't know what time it was. He waited.
Admiral AJ Chegwidden's Residence McLean, Virginia 0500 ZULU
The Admiral woke up groggily, quickly put on his uniform, and was somehow in the car on the way to work by 0530 ZULU. He hated going into work so early, but the SecNav said this meeting couldn't wait. He turned up the radio to keep him awake as he drove. The sun had not come out yet, so his headlights were on as he made his way down the road.
JAG Headquarters Falls Church, Virginia 0615 ZULU
He pulled up to the JAG building, and was surprised to see two cars already parked in the parking lot. He turned off his headlights and pulled into an unmarked spot next to a car that he could barely see in the early morning darkness.
He strolled into the building using the stairs instead of the faulty elevator, and grinned to himself when he saw who's office light was already on. He was almost to his own office door when both Mac and Harm ran out of Mac's office, nearly flattening him in their quest to see who could get to him first.
He stepped back angrily. "What in the world is going on?" he demanded. He glared at both the officers standing in front of him.
Mac took a very deep breath, and told the Admiral the story that Harm had told her, adding in what they had discovered about the photographs.
The Admiral stared, again frowning deeply. "This must be why the SecNav called me I for a meeting today. Palmer's got out again, hasn't he?" he asked them, and they both nodded. "Sir, we request that we be given a week to go find my brother and bring Palmer back here." Said Harm. "Are you requesting that I give you leave to Russia?" the Admiral asked. "When was the last time you two had leave?" "About six months ago, sir." Replied Mac. "Fine then." the Admiral relented. "You have TWO weeks..that's fourteen days. and then there may start to be problems. In other words.keep this little trip under wraps please?" he added.
"Yes, sir." The two officers chorused. They quickly turned and left the JAG building to pack.