Disclaimer: Of course I don't own them...do you really thin Harm would be in this mess if I did??
Spoiler: Ice Queen
This is my first JAG fanfic so be gentle...honestly, reviews and feedback are welcome.
Lines of Support
Lt. Colonel Sarah Mackenzie pulled into her regular parking spot at JAG headquarters. Out of habit she surveyed the lot looking for his vehicle, seconds later it all came crashing back. The bitter nightmare and stark reality that she would not see him today or for sometime to come, perhaps never again as a free man. She choked back a sob, something she thought she had rid herself of during her lonely, sleepless vigil last night. She was startled by a knock on her window. She looked up into the familiar face of Lt. Harriet Sims. Realizing there was nothing she could do to hide the anguish she felt from one of her best friends she promptly rolled her window down.
"Good morning, Ma'am," Harriet said before she realized the implications of her words.
"Not very," replied Mac.
Harriet looked down as if ashamed at her own words. "No Ma'am, I guess not." She looked up into Mac's soulful eyes. "Ma'am, Bud and I just want you to know we don't believe the Commander is responsible for Lt. Singers death and we're going to help you get through this."
Mac got out her Vette and rolled the window up before locking the door. Wiping a stray tear from her cheek she gave Harriet a thin smile and hugged her. "Thanks, Harriet, that means a lot to me and I'm sure Harm would appreciate it, too." Nothing could remove the black veil from her heart, but she knew she would be strong for the others that were hurting, too.
Mac walked through of sea of sympathetic faces as she made her way through the bullpen on the way to her office. She resisted the urge to close her door and shut herself off from everyone. Instead she dropped her cover and briefcase then took up a stack of files from her desk and began to mindlessly sorting them.
She wasn't immediately aware of the imposing figure standing silently in her doorway. When his presence did register she looked up, startled. "Sir!" she started to rise to attention.
"As you were, Mac." there wasn't a hint of command in A.J. Chiggwidden's voice. He entered her office and shut the door behind him. Then he took a seat in front of her desk.
Mac was speechless. The gesture of him coming to her broke all decorum and was an overt display of his support.
"We're all here for you, Mac, I just want you to know that if you need anything day or night." the words didn't come easy to the Admiral, the warrior/exSEAL was used to taking problems on head on. Now, as with most of his frustrated staff he was relegated to spectator.
For once felt she could open up and release the demons invading her mind. "They're going to hang him, sir." She looked down as the tears began to fall freely. "They're going to hang him and there isn't anything I can do to save him this time."
A.J. came around the side of the desk and put his arms around her, decorum be damned. He didn't say anything for several seconds. "Mac, I know there is a lot of evidence against him, but it's all circumstantial. There isn't one solid piece that links him directly to the crime." He didn't add that the amount of circumstantial was mounting and was building into a pretty good case for the prosecution. He shook his head. No amount of evidence was going to convince him that Harmon Rabb, Jr had killed Loren Singer.
Mac pulled away from her commanding officer and looked him in the eyes. She knew that he knew that they had enough to arrest him and probably enough to convince a jury."Thanks, sir."
A.J . stood up and straightened his jacket. "Why don't you hand your cases off and take a few days?"
She smiled. "Thank you, sir, but we're shorthanded here as it is and I think sitting at home in my apartment would really make me crazy right now."
Chigwidden considered it for a moment before nodding his head in agreement. "Allright then, but don't forget we're here for you. Let me know if the load gets to be too much for you." He turned and opened the door.
"Sir?"
He stopped and turned again.
"I know I can't be part of the investigation, but I would really like to be part of the defense team."
A.J. smiled, "I think I can do that." He looked out into the bullpen. "I'll put your name at the top of the list."
"Thank you, sir"
"Semper Fi, Mac."
To Be Continued????
Spoiler: Ice Queen
This is my first JAG fanfic so be gentle...honestly, reviews and feedback are welcome.
Lines of Support
Lt. Colonel Sarah Mackenzie pulled into her regular parking spot at JAG headquarters. Out of habit she surveyed the lot looking for his vehicle, seconds later it all came crashing back. The bitter nightmare and stark reality that she would not see him today or for sometime to come, perhaps never again as a free man. She choked back a sob, something she thought she had rid herself of during her lonely, sleepless vigil last night. She was startled by a knock on her window. She looked up into the familiar face of Lt. Harriet Sims. Realizing there was nothing she could do to hide the anguish she felt from one of her best friends she promptly rolled her window down.
"Good morning, Ma'am," Harriet said before she realized the implications of her words.
"Not very," replied Mac.
Harriet looked down as if ashamed at her own words. "No Ma'am, I guess not." She looked up into Mac's soulful eyes. "Ma'am, Bud and I just want you to know we don't believe the Commander is responsible for Lt. Singers death and we're going to help you get through this."
Mac got out her Vette and rolled the window up before locking the door. Wiping a stray tear from her cheek she gave Harriet a thin smile and hugged her. "Thanks, Harriet, that means a lot to me and I'm sure Harm would appreciate it, too." Nothing could remove the black veil from her heart, but she knew she would be strong for the others that were hurting, too.
Mac walked through of sea of sympathetic faces as she made her way through the bullpen on the way to her office. She resisted the urge to close her door and shut herself off from everyone. Instead she dropped her cover and briefcase then took up a stack of files from her desk and began to mindlessly sorting them.
She wasn't immediately aware of the imposing figure standing silently in her doorway. When his presence did register she looked up, startled. "Sir!" she started to rise to attention.
"As you were, Mac." there wasn't a hint of command in A.J. Chiggwidden's voice. He entered her office and shut the door behind him. Then he took a seat in front of her desk.
Mac was speechless. The gesture of him coming to her broke all decorum and was an overt display of his support.
"We're all here for you, Mac, I just want you to know that if you need anything day or night." the words didn't come easy to the Admiral, the warrior/exSEAL was used to taking problems on head on. Now, as with most of his frustrated staff he was relegated to spectator.
For once felt she could open up and release the demons invading her mind. "They're going to hang him, sir." She looked down as the tears began to fall freely. "They're going to hang him and there isn't anything I can do to save him this time."
A.J. came around the side of the desk and put his arms around her, decorum be damned. He didn't say anything for several seconds. "Mac, I know there is a lot of evidence against him, but it's all circumstantial. There isn't one solid piece that links him directly to the crime." He didn't add that the amount of circumstantial was mounting and was building into a pretty good case for the prosecution. He shook his head. No amount of evidence was going to convince him that Harmon Rabb, Jr had killed Loren Singer.
Mac pulled away from her commanding officer and looked him in the eyes. She knew that he knew that they had enough to arrest him and probably enough to convince a jury."Thanks, sir."
A.J . stood up and straightened his jacket. "Why don't you hand your cases off and take a few days?"
She smiled. "Thank you, sir, but we're shorthanded here as it is and I think sitting at home in my apartment would really make me crazy right now."
Chigwidden considered it for a moment before nodding his head in agreement. "Allright then, but don't forget we're here for you. Let me know if the load gets to be too much for you." He turned and opened the door.
"Sir?"
He stopped and turned again.
"I know I can't be part of the investigation, but I would really like to be part of the defense team."
A.J. smiled, "I think I can do that." He looked out into the bullpen. "I'll put your name at the top of the list."
"Thank you, sir"
"Semper Fi, Mac."
To Be Continued????