(A/N: This is a work in process, as you can see with no
title. Standard disclaimers: JAG does not belong to me; but
would I have some fun if it did. *grin* Please read and
review. Should I keep going?)
Fade in.
It had been a week of hell at work, and I was thankful that it was over. Three meetings at the Pentagon and then court were just too much for this marine. Pulling in to my driveway, I let out a long sigh. It was good to be home. Harm's car was already here, and I figured he had been home for awhile. I grabbed my cover and briefcase, and headed for the door.
"Harm?" I called as I went in. Getting no answer, I dropped my keys, cover, and briefcase, and went to investigate. "Hey, Harm?" Still getting no answer, I was starting to get worried. I walked into his study, and watched him read something with our one month old son, Trey, asleep on his lap.
"You know they say hearing is the first to go." I teased, as I sat down across from him.
"Oh I'm sorry Mac. I just was so caught up in this letter."
He held it up for a minute, and then went back to reading it.
"Who is it from?" I asked while talking Trey from him.
"It's from an old friend of mine, Jim. He is sick, and his wife wants to know if I can come and help out for awhile."
I watched the concern cross his face, as I waited for him to continue.
"He and I went to high school together, and then went to the naval academy together. People said we were joined at the hip," he laughed.
"So what happened?"
He sighed and rubbed his temples. "He lost his leg in the Gulf. After his three year old daughter died in a car accident, he moved his wife and him to Ireland, to live with his grandmother. We sent letters to each other for awhile, but lost touch," he said while organizing the papers on his desk.
"It sounds like he needs a doctor, not a lawyer." I pointed out.
"He has one, he needs someone to help out around the farm," Harm sighed.
"So what do you think?" I asked.
"I don't know Sarah," he said and sighed.
"It sounds like he could really use your help," I argued.
"I know Mac, but I'm not too thrilled at the thought of leaving you and Trey alone for who knows how long."
I laughed at his protectiveness. "Harm, I'm a marine. I can take care of myself, and Trey. I am after all his mother."
Harm gave me a small smile, "I know Mac, but I still worry."
"Harm, your friend needs your help; that is reason enough to go."
Harm sighed and stood up again. "Mac he lives in the oldest part of Ireland. That means no phone no electricity, no nothing. The nearest town is fifty miles away. I do want to go help him Mac, but being that far out of reach. If something happens, there is no way you can reach me."
I laughed and reached up to give him a kiss. "Harm, if I need you, I'll know where to find you." He sighed in defeat. "Go clear it with the Admiral. You need to go, Harm." He have me one of his million dollar smiles and stroked the side of my face.
"You know I love you, right?"
I held my hand over his, and smiled. "I know Harm, and I loved you too."
TBC
Fade in.
It had been a week of hell at work, and I was thankful that it was over. Three meetings at the Pentagon and then court were just too much for this marine. Pulling in to my driveway, I let out a long sigh. It was good to be home. Harm's car was already here, and I figured he had been home for awhile. I grabbed my cover and briefcase, and headed for the door.
"Harm?" I called as I went in. Getting no answer, I dropped my keys, cover, and briefcase, and went to investigate. "Hey, Harm?" Still getting no answer, I was starting to get worried. I walked into his study, and watched him read something with our one month old son, Trey, asleep on his lap.
"You know they say hearing is the first to go." I teased, as I sat down across from him.
"Oh I'm sorry Mac. I just was so caught up in this letter."
He held it up for a minute, and then went back to reading it.
"Who is it from?" I asked while talking Trey from him.
"It's from an old friend of mine, Jim. He is sick, and his wife wants to know if I can come and help out for awhile."
I watched the concern cross his face, as I waited for him to continue.
"He and I went to high school together, and then went to the naval academy together. People said we were joined at the hip," he laughed.
"So what happened?"
He sighed and rubbed his temples. "He lost his leg in the Gulf. After his three year old daughter died in a car accident, he moved his wife and him to Ireland, to live with his grandmother. We sent letters to each other for awhile, but lost touch," he said while organizing the papers on his desk.
"It sounds like he needs a doctor, not a lawyer." I pointed out.
"He has one, he needs someone to help out around the farm," Harm sighed.
"So what do you think?" I asked.
"I don't know Sarah," he said and sighed.
"It sounds like he could really use your help," I argued.
"I know Mac, but I'm not too thrilled at the thought of leaving you and Trey alone for who knows how long."
I laughed at his protectiveness. "Harm, I'm a marine. I can take care of myself, and Trey. I am after all his mother."
Harm gave me a small smile, "I know Mac, but I still worry."
"Harm, your friend needs your help; that is reason enough to go."
Harm sighed and stood up again. "Mac he lives in the oldest part of Ireland. That means no phone no electricity, no nothing. The nearest town is fifty miles away. I do want to go help him Mac, but being that far out of reach. If something happens, there is no way you can reach me."
I laughed and reached up to give him a kiss. "Harm, if I need you, I'll know where to find you." He sighed in defeat. "Go clear it with the Admiral. You need to go, Harm." He have me one of his million dollar smiles and stroked the side of my face.
"You know I love you, right?"
I held my hand over his, and smiled. "I know Harm, and I loved you too."
TBC