JAG HQ
Falls Church, VA
(2 weeks later)
Mac sat at her desk, poring over the Legal Information Request forms and signing off on the work done by the two legalmen. This was grunt-work far below her pay grade, but unfortunately she would have to prove to both LGEN Cresswell and to Commander Bud Roberts, that she was capable of the task. Was she happy coming back to JAG. Honestly she wasn't, but she had made her bed, now she ended up having to sleep in it. Her marriage to Harm was over. There was a knock on the office door. It was CDR Roberts.
"This came for you in the morning mail call. I figured you probably wouldn't want the entire office to know so I brought it personally. The Legalmen have a tendency to chitchat with other enlisted members of the staff even though we do our best to dissuade office scuttlebutt."
"Thank you, Commander." Mac said formally. She still didn't find it very comfortable to talk to Bud, because of his own formality. Bud nodded and left, shutting the door to her office. She opened it, and there was the end of her marriage in formal black and white legalese. Harm had made haste in getting the formalities accomplished. He wanted loose.
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Commanders Kate Pike and Meg Austin reported into Captain Harmon Rabb, "Sir," Kate Pike said. "It seems Admiral Nakamura was right. There was a hole in the hydraulic lines after which we were able ascertain it was covered up with scotch tape. Scotch tape would hold up to cursory inspection since the hydraulic lines are clear, however it would have been found by anyone who wasn't privy to the knowledge. Since the hydraulics are under pressure, the tape would have only lasted about 60 to 90 minutes adhesion. Which was in fact the amount of time that it took for it to loosen. Given another 60 minutes of leaking in a compartment that was close to the engine, and there was enough leakage to start smoking and cause a fire."
Harm raised an eyebrow. "Go on." he said. This wasn't looking good for the wrench-monkeys in Rota.
"Sir." Meg carried on further from what Kate said. "We decided to check the log entries and see who carried out the visual inspection of the work. It appears that a ASM2 Fred Weise signed off on both check and maintenance contravening the rules that both the check and the maintenance have to be conducted by two separate individuals to prevent an occurence of negligence. In this case, we deem the 'negligence' to be deliberate."
"Thus resulting in the deaths of all 11 individuals onboard that P-3 Orion. Draw up criminal charges. I want the ASM2 hauled before courtmartial."
"Aye-aye, sir." The two chorused as they about-faced and left his office.
Picking up the phone, Harm called COMNAVAIRLANT to let him know that the results of his investigation would result in charges being filed against someone in his chain of command. To which the admiral said. "Nail his ass to the wall. I don't want anybody in my chain of command who'll take 'shortcuts'. If this asshole cost the lives of 5 officers and 6 enlisted men because he wasn't willing to do the job right, I want his ass nailed to the wall."
The resulting trial nailed AMS2 Weise for negligent homicide times nine, and resulted in a dishonorable discharge and a 7-10 year sentence in Leavenworth.
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London, England
(6 months later)
LN1 Jennifer Coates stood in front of one Captain Harmon Rabb Jr.'s desk. "Respectfully requesting that the Captain sign my separation papers from the Navy, sir."
Harm looked up startled. Since he had brought on board CDRs Manetti, Pike and Austin, the office had been running so smoothly that he figured that everyone was as happy as he was with regards to the smooth sailing that the office was undergoing. Needless to say, he didn't count on Jennifer Coates' enlistment term being up. "You're leaving us? Coates".
"I'm sorry, sir. Remember when you took on my case back when we were both at Falls Church?" She sighed. "It wasn't my intention to make this a career, sir."
"Is this personal?" Harm asked her.
"I'm sorry, sir, I'd rather not say. Let's just say, that I do plan on completing my university education, sir." Jennifer looked at Captain Rabb. How she wished that she could say what was on her mind. But it wouldn't be proper. Back when he was happier, she knew that she couldn't be the other woman in his life. Now that he was free and clear, there was still the naval regulations that prohibited fraternization. "I have my courses outlined at University College of London and I've spoken to an enrollment advisor. I don't even have to go back to the United States before I even enroll. I've also talked with the British Immigration to see if I can get a student visa to attend classes here. The visa starts as soon as I separate from the Navy." Harm looked downcast and Jennifer dared to hope. "I start classes next week."
"We certainly hate to lose you." Harm said, a note of disappointment in his voice.
'What's 'we'?' Jennifer thought. 'We' as in you and Mattie, or 'we', as in the office losing it's yeoman?' but said. "I understand, sir. It's hard to leave, but I feel that it will be better for my educational growth in the long run, sir."
Harm picked up the pen, looked over her forms, seeing that everything was in order, signed the papers. "Good luck, then, Jennifer." The pain of losing yet another person tying him back to the JAG HQ was evident in his eyes.
"Thank you, sir." Jennifer said, her thoughts in turmoil. 'Damnit. this isn't easy.' she thought to herself. "I am separated from the Navy, now, am I not?"
"Yes, you are," Harm said. "Even though you are wearing the uniform, you are technically a civilian starting as of now."
"Permission to give the Captain a goodbye hug?" Jennifer Coates eyes glinted. Was there a tear in her eye, Harm thought.
"Permission granted," Harm said.
Jennifer wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "Thank you for everything, Harm," she said, her voice husky, her eyes bright with unshed tears. "Thank you for just being you." She let go of him, gave him a wistful look, then impulsively took his face in her hands, leaned in, and kissed him full on the lips, lingeringly, passionately. "Just wanted to let you know, I'll see you on the beach sometime." she said, her voice not quite steady, then about-faced and left the office.
As the door closed on one Jennifer Coates, Harm let out a breath that he didn't know that he was holding in. The scent of her lingered, tantalizing him and surprisingly torturing him. But it was only seven months since Mac had left. Was it being unfaithful to turn to someone else so soon? Jen was off-limits...as an enlisted, no...she wasn't...not any more. She was eligible, as a civilian, just as any other civilian who was not in the Navy. What the hell was he thinking though, Harm thought to himself, she was a good 12-14 years younger than he was. My God, he was thinking about robbing the cradle. But the feel of her lips on his tantalized and teased him for the rest of the afternoon, thus preventing him from doing any work at all.
UNIVERSITY COLLEGE OF LONDON
London, England, UK
1 week later
Jennifer Coates, formerly LN1 Jennifer Coates, stood in line while waiting on the student advisor to look through her courses so that she could pay for them with the Pell Grant that she had obtained. What a change from the Navy. The Navy was efficient, quick. Civilian life, less so. She still thoroughly wondered what had gotten into her head, on the last day of her service, where she had given her commanding officer a "romantic kiss" on the lips. If she hadn't checked first to see if he classified her as a civilian, she probably would have been clapped in leg-irons and hauled to the brig. But as a civilian, she couldn't resist the urge to let him know how she felt about him. 'I'm sure it's torturing him right now'. She thought to herself. 'Just like the feel of his lips on mine has been torturing the hell out of me and making me lose sleep'. She thought as she stifled another yawn that seemed to crop up unannounced. 'Captain Rabb...no...Harm, was a wonderful commanding officer. He never let his position go to his head like some of the other officers that she had served with. That made her hitch in the Navy tolerable.'
"Ms. Coates, how may I help you?" the voice of the student administrator interrupted her musings. Funny how a daydream could make a long line-up go away much faster.
"Yes, I'm here to see about my courses and pay for them." Jen replied, a smile lighting up her face.
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Harm walked into the office. He hadn't been getting much sleep at all, let alone being able to get anything done. At least everyone else was or case resolution would have taken a steep nose-dive. The new LN2 that took over LN1 Coates' or "Jennifer's" position was efficient, but it was jarring to see her as opposed to "Jennifer" as Harm referred to his former Yeoman now that she was a civilian or was it something else that caused him to refer to her with her first name. He couldn't tell and it was driving him absolutely insane. He was still technically married. There hadn't been a return yet to his divorce papers that he had sent to Mac yet. And frankly, he was a little sick of that. He needed closure for that before he could actively think about dating again.
He picked up the phone and dialed. He got the General's office. "Hello General Cresswell?"
"Morning, Captain Rabb. What can I do for you, this morning?" General Cresswell's voice was friendly.
"I need a favor, sir." Harm asked. "6 months ago, I sent divorce papers to my ex-wife. I was wondering if she has filed them back with the office or if she's even gotten around to signing them yet."
"Hmmm." Cresswell's voice sounded humored. "And she hasn't sent you them back yet. Somehow, Rabb, I think she's gotten cold feet, that she's lost her status in the office as Commander Roberts has taken over as Chief of Staff. I think she's hunting for a way to keep her options open."
"Just like before." Harm said bitterly.
"As much as she is a fellow Marine." GEN Cresswell responded. "I have to say that I dislike what she's doing to you. For a squid, you're a good man and I hate what she's doing in causing you to doubt yourself."
"Thank you, sir."
"Look, I'll see what the status is." GEN Cresswell said, "And encourage her to get that paperwork out of the way."
Harm thanked the general and hung up. That was all he could really do anyway.
JAG HQ
Falls Church, VA
"Lieutenant Colonel Mackenzie, sit down." GEN Cresswell said, looking at her. "I see your reports from Commander Roberts are glowing. However there is one bit of business that has come to my attention that has been tardy. Can you enlighten me as to why?"
"I have no idea, sir?" Mac wasn't willing to say much of anything.
"Are you keeping your options open, Colonel?" Cresswell stared at the Colonel. "Sooner or later, you're going to have to go all-in."
"This Colonel doesn't understand, sir."
"Your divorce, Colonel. I have been notified by the other party that he has sent those papers six months ago. You have been technically separated for 7 months. You have no dependents other than Mattie whom you've abandoned, essentially and no biological offspring tying the two of you together. You can't keep Captain Rabb on a string, Colonel. He wants out."
"Sir, I'm not sure if I'm ready to sign the papers yet," Mac replied, unshed tears flooding her eyes. "I...don't know if I can..."
"Well, Colonel, you were all ready to come back to the service and leave him in England. My advice. Cut him loose. He's a good man and he doesn't deserve this uncertainty. Or are you afraid that he's found someone else?"
LCol. Mackenzie was silent and GEN Cresswell had found exactly what he thought her fear was.
"Dismissed. Colonel."
"Yes, sir."
As the General's door closed behind her, Mac thought to herself. 'Harm's found himself another woman. That IS what I'm afraid of'.
COMNAVAIRLANT HQ
NAVAL STATION NORFOLK
Norfolk, VA
"Sir, dispatch came in for you first thing this morning." Command Master Chief Yeoman (CMCYN) Leon Trebalos said to his admiral. It was still morning and Animal had just had his first cup of coffee.
"Thank you, Leon. Carry on." Animal replied as he looked at the dispatch. "Report to JAG Office, Hmmm." 'Wonder what's going on, that requires the presence of the COMNAVAIRLANT. Commander Meg Austin never told me anything about a court hearing coming up or anything and I thought the matter with the Orion had been dealt with months ago."
"Leon, cancel all my appointments for the rest of the day and reschedule, I have to run up to Falls Church. Something evidently came up."
"Aye, sir." CMCYN Trebalos replied. "Will do, sir."
JAG HQ
Falls Church, VA
After a 3 hour drive, Animal, dressed in summer utility whites, parked in the visitor parking at the JAG office. his wife Liandra, Commander Roberts and the rest of the JAG office were standing there waiting for him. Raising an eyebrow he walked over to Liandra and asked. "What's going on?"
"I have no idea." Lia replied. "I just got the call from Judiciary saying that they wanted me over in the office immediately."
The door to Lieutenant General Cresswell's office opened and both the CNO and the JAG stepped out. "Attention to Orders, Rear Admiral Nakamura! Front and center." and started reading out the orders. "Congratulations Vice-Admiral Nakamura. Captain Liandra Nakamura, as VADM Nakamura's wife, will you do the honors?" the CNO asked.
"With pleasure, sir." Lia stated as she unpinned the Rear Admiral shoulderboards off her husband's uniform and put the brand-new Vice-Admiral shoulderboards on, sliding the fastener through the loops.
"For the next two minutes, PDA regulations are suspended." the CNO grinned widely as Liandra promptly grabbed her husband around the neck with both arms, leaning up to her husband and planting a passionate kiss on her husband's lips.
"Get a room!" Commander Bud Roberts said, being a smart-ass.
"And, Vice-Admiral, you will be taking over COMNAVAIRFOR/COMNAVPAC. Make sure that you cut all orders for your staff that you intend on taking with you from the COMNAVAIRLANT position."
"Aye, sir."
"Congratulations, Vice-Admiral", LGEN Cresswell said.
"Thank you, Lieutenant General." Animal replied, looking at the Lieutenant General. "Is there some way that I can somehow shanghai the Captain from her duties today?"
"Yes, Vice-Admiral. You may. Captain, you're excused from your bench duties for today. You and the Vice-Admiral may go celebrate his promotion. You can secure as of now."
"Thank you, sir." Liandra grinned as she headed for her office. "What are you waiting for, Vice-Admiral." she told her husband as she threw him a wink.
"PDA"...
"I think she's well under the two minute deadline, Vice-Admiral." the CNO replied, laughing. "I haven't given the 'As you were' yet."
Vice-Admiral Nakamura and Captain Nakamura's residence
Norfolk, VA
"Honey, what are you going to do?" Animal asked her. "You know we can't serve under the same command and I'm going to be at NAS North Island."
"Sweetie. Let me figure that out." Lia said. "I know there's a few O-6 positions in JAG. Besides, even if I take a Fleet Force JAG command billet, I won't be technically under your command, I will be under LGEN Cresswell's command as a JAG officer and I will be reporting to him."
Animal looked at her "How come you're so smart and I'm the one who's the vice-admiral"
"Nobody ever said high-command was smart." Lia responded with a cheeky grin. "Now are you coming?" she winked suggestively. "I don't want to talk about postings all night. I want to celebrate...with my vice-admiral."
There was no talking for the rest of the night.
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Harm sat in his chair in the office of his command, thinking on the events that transpired a week ago. He couldn't concentrate worth beans on his work. Whenever he closed his eyes, he'd end up seeing Jennifer Coates, her face, her hair, her scent. What the hell had happened to him. He was thinking about Jen all the time now. But he couldn't...she was off-limits, no...not any more. She did things to his mind that were absolutely unthinkable before. The thoughts that were going through his mind were anything but 'clean' and God help him, but he was smitten. The persistent one in his mind was of him and Jen sharing a shower, her hair slicked back by the shower spray, her throaty voice begging him to 'take her and take her hard'. What the heck was happening to him. Jen was 12-14 years his junior. He was thinking of robbing the cradle. All he could do when those kind of thoughts went through his mind, was thank his lucky stars that he had a large office desk and that people wouldn't notice his "strained voice".
"Sir?" His musings were interrupted by Commander Meg Austin's voice. "I need to ask you something."
"Yes, Commander?" he said, imploring a rather recalcitrant part of his body to settle down so that he could actually stand up without being embarrassed.
Meg looked at him with eyebrow raised. "I need to ask if I can secure early, sir."
"You may." Harm replied.
"I have a date, with a Marine, sir." Meg said.
"Oh?" Harm replied, one eyebrow raising slightly. "And..."
Meg arched an eyebrow of her own. "Captain...I'm sure that you probably are not too fond of Marines at this particular time, but I'm going on a date with a Colonel Brian Nakamura, USMC"
"Brian? You mean...Animal's brother?"
"Yes, the very. He's a commanding officer of MARCOMFOR2 onboard the USS Suribachi" Meg looked dreamy.
"Wow. Does Animal know this?" Harm asked.
"Yes." Meg said brightly, " And he's given us our blessing."
"Oh?" Harm's eyebrow raised even higher. "And..."
"Harm!"
"Well...I wondered if a certain COMNAVAIRLANT knew that he'd be getting a tough Texan tomboy for a sister-in-law...soon." Harm grinned.
"Things haven't progressed that far..." Meg said, then tentatively added a hopeful "yet." and then she paused for thought and said. "And that certain vice-admiral and COMNAVAIRFOR who is reporting for duty next week at NAS North Island is absolutely pleased." she winked at Harm who looked like he got bludgeoned over the head with the news.
Jennifer Coates Residence
London, England
Jen looked again at her homework. 'It's been a week since I got the courage up to kiss Harm.' she smiled to herself. I wonder how he's doing.' She was thinking along the same lines as Harm. The kiss had done more to her than she had reckoned it would. Her mind was thinking unthinkable things about a certain US Navy Captain...that involved recreational pursuits with a minimal amount of clothing required. That made absolute hash out of her psychology report that was due in a week and a half and completely wrecked her concentration. 'You got it bad'. she said to herself.
All that helped her to concentrate was to drink a cup of coffee...and that had her so caffienated that it caused her mind to race...and unfortunately that didn't help her concentration any either. So nothing in effect really helped.
Finally it got to the point where she picked up the phone and dialed that certain Captain who was responsible for disrupting her emotional equilibrium.
"Hi..." she said when he picked up.
"Jen?"
"Hi, Harm. How are things going over there." she asked.
"Pretty good." his voice was cheery. "except for one slight problem."
"And what's that?" Jen asked, thinking she already knew the answer.
"I can't seem to concentrate. Would you mind us getting together for dinner and talking about it?"
"Sure." Jen replied. "Because I seem to have the same problem. I have a report due a week from Friday and I just can't seem to concentrate enough to come up with a logical outline. It keeps getting side-tracked."
They set up a time to meet at a local eatery and signed off.
The Tasting Room,
London, England
Dressed in a blazer and a white shirt, Harm walked into the restaurant. He was to meet Jen there at 1900 hrs. Mattie was undergoing therapy with the trainer and wanted Harm to get out and mingle now that she was over Mac leaving. Things would probably be never the same again between Mattie and Mac as she was extremely angry with Mac leaving. It didn't matter so much that she was abandoned by Mac, but that she had hurt Harm in the course of leaving.
Looking around at the decor, The Tasting Room was fashionably and unmistakeably old English with brick pillars and a homey atmosphere. There were large ferns giving most of the tables that extra bit of privacy. Oak cabinetry stained dark burgundy lined the wall of the bar which had a selection of wine and top of the line liquor. It was an atmosphere conducive to simple and intimate talking.
Then he saw her. She was dressed in a cream colored dress with a sweater that clung to her figure as she walked towards him. Her long brunette hair draping down her back. Her eyes were sparkling as he rose to greet her. "Hi, Jen." Just as he had envisioned her dressing casually. And that smile of hers. It lit up the room. Her hazel-brown eyes glinted as she took his arm captured his gaze as he looked into her eyes. He pretty much got lost in them.
"Hi, Harm." Harm blinked as her warm voice sent tingles down his spine.
"I'm sorry...I don't know what came over me." he smiled helplessly. "I have to admit that I haven't been able to concentrate very well...at all".
"For the past week and a half?" Jen said innocently with an impish grin that belied her innocent tone of voice and that let Harm know exactly that she knew why he was having troubles concentrating.
"Surprisingly, yes. For the past week and a half." Harm grinned back as he pulled out the chair so that Jen could sit down.
"Well..." Jen said continuing to smile impishly. "I seem to have had that same problem for the past week and a half as well."
A waiter interrupted their repartee and asked if they would like a menu. Harm looked over at Jen and she nodded.
"It seems like a lifetime since you've been gone from JAG and it's only been a week and a half, Jen." Harm said, once the waiter had gone to get their menus.
"I hope you're not growling too much at the new yeoman." Jen said saucily. "After all, she's just doing the best she can."
Harm replied. "I know. She's a real go-getter. But it seems that no matter what, you can't be replaced."
"Well, I'm sure that she'll get the hang of the ropes, Harm." Jen said, looking directly into Harm's eyes. "You'll have to give her the chance, just like you did with me, way back when I was this recalcitrant YN2 who wouldn't behave and nearly got kicked out of the Navy for doing so. In that way, you are a miracle worker, Harm." Her brightness of her smile nearly knocked Harm off his chair.
"And now you're on to university, and a degree."
"At least I will be if I can get my mind to concentrate enough to get this confounded report done." she said archly.
The waiter had returned with their menus and they set around to figuring out what it was that they wanted to eat. Once they had finished make their decision and the waiter had come to take their order, they continued with their interrupted conversation.
"So what did cause your bout with lack of concentration. Jen?" Harm asked her, an impish look of his own. His answer was her blush.
"If I told you all the stuff that contributed to my lack of concentration, I'd be saying Acts of Contrition for the next five years." Jen replied, still blushing. Harm arched his eyebrow at her. "That is...if I were Catholic."
They both laughed. "That bad, huh?" Harm asked.
"Yes...that bad." Jen replied, smirking.
She reached out with her hands and took Harm's hands in her own. "Are you alright? Harm? Ever since Mac left...you seemed like you'd been retreating into yourself."
"I think I'm going to be OK. Jen." Harm said, looking at her. She was so conscientious of his feelings. And she seemed to know exactly when he was emotionally in a bad place. All the things that Mac didn't seem to notice. But he didn't want to use her as an emotional rebound from Mac. When he was ready for more, he'd see if Jen was willing. If not, then he'd just have to find out how willing he was to put himself out to more relationships. He was 43 almost 44. His mother was wondering when he was going to going to get married. When he had told his mother, Trish had been incensed with Mac. The rings had been returned, they had been left on the table when he had returned home from work. He put them away, the wedding rings to never be used again. "There are times that I wonder though. We had nine years together where we worked together, yet, when we got together we just couldn't make it work. Makes me wonder if we were ever meant to be."
Jen looked at him, while caressing his fingers. "You never know who you're meant to be with. Harm. I guess that's the way it is. If we did know who we were meant to be with, we wouldn't take chances and find someone who we were actually compatible with."
"I'm coming up on the last half year of my command here at London. I don't know whether I will end up getting another command. Animal is at North Island. I may get a Fleet Command JAG position there. It's one of the few command JAG positions slated as an 0-6 billet which is a pre-requisite to flag rank now that Animal is a Vice-Admiral. But I'll be going back to the United States." Harm said. "And your plans?" The meal had come in the midst of their conversation and they were talking between bites of food.
Jen looked at him, meaning in her eyes. "It all depends."
"Would you be open to having dinner with me on a regular basis?" Harm asked curiously seeing something in Jennifer Coates' eyes that he thought looked like she would be open to seeing him.
She smiled again. "I'd like that."
JAG HQ
Falls Church, VA
Mac looked at the final divorce papers again. Harm had sent them over almost 7 months ago but she didn't have the heart to sign them and immediately send them back. Cresswell was right. She was trying to avoid committing to the situation at hand. She needed to make a decision one way or the other.
She stepped out of her office, went over to the General's office and knocked on the door. When she heard the brusque "Come in!" she stepped into the office.
"Sir, I need to take one week leave."
"I presume this is in regards to your personal status?" Cresswell looked at her. "I presume by the time you get back, you will have decided one way or the other?"
"Yes, sir. I don't know which way this will go, but I do have to make a try." Mac said. "I'll be taking a flight to Heathrow tomorrow."
"Alright, Lieutenant Colonel. And hopefully you will have made a final decision on the matter, one way or the other. I don't like officers who yo-yo between decisions. Make this your final decision. Colonel."
"Yes, sir."
Harm and Mattie's Residence
London, England
2 days later
"Glad you could make it, Jen." Mattie crowed. "it's been so long since I've seen you."
"Work and school." Jen replied as she gave Mattie a big hug. "How's therapy."
"You know, the usual. slow going, little progress here and there. Frustrating as hell." clamping her hand on her mouth, when Harm gave her that LOOK. "Sorry...he doesn't like it when I swear."
"So what's for dinner."
"Thank God, he's cooking something that has some dead animal in it tonight." Mattie said. Harm gave her a look as if to say 'Keep it up and you might be going to bed without dinner tonight'. "You remember what Animal said when he first tasted Harm's meatless meatloaf." Mattie continued ignoring her father's look. "He said...get this..."
Jen looked at her "What? What did the admiral say?"
"He said, now he knew why there was a mass die-off of maggots at the maggot farm. The garbage that they fed the maggots consisted of the garbage that came out of Harm's kitchen."
"OUCH" Jen chuckled "I think that was worse than the "meatless meatloaf needs an MSDS and classification as a bio-hazard" comment by a certain member of the JAG staff."
"Et tu, Brute" Harm said with a mock-hurt expression on his face. "I should be insulted by that critique of my famous meatless meatloaf."
"It's famous in your own dreams, Dad." Mattie laughed. "The other thing that Animal said..."
"Mattie!" Harm said with a warning look.
"Animal said..." She grinned with an evil look at Harm. "Animal said that it was the only thing that could compare in usefulness to a Christmas fruitcake...as a doorstop!"
There was a knock at the door. Harm went to answer it. Standing there was someone he didn't think would ever come back.
"Mac?"