Title: Personal Affairs
Author: CRene
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: I do not own JAG that honor would go to Paramount Pictures, Belisarius Productions and CBS Television. I am just creating a little fun and angst for the characters of JAG.
**I wrote this story years ago, but I am finally putting it on . Please do not copy my fics or put them on any other site without my permission. Thank you.**
Chapter Three:
"Colonel, there is a Detective McBride in your office," Lieutenant Simms told Mac two days later.
With much hesitation, Mac had returned to work that morning even though Harm was fully against it. She was tired of being cooped up in her apartment jumping at every sound not being able to close her eyes without Harm's arms wrapped around her.
"Thank you, Lieutenant," Mac replied without even looking up at her good friend, Harriett.
Walking into her office and shutting the door along with closing the blinds. She could not let the office know what was going on. She could not let them know how much she was hurting on the inside.
"Hello Detective McBride, please tell me you have good news," Mac stated.
"Well I don't know how good it will sound, but we did get a lead on the guys that attacked you," Detective Andrew McBride informed her. He was a very good looking man, with dark hair and deep brown eyes and his broad shoulders.
The knock at Mac's door interrupted them. As she opened the door slightly the Harm stood there trying to push his way through.
"Commander," Mac said, "Can I help you?"
"Yea, you can let me in your office," Harm ordered.
"Harm, not now," Mac told him.
"I know who is in there, please, Mac," Harm begged.
He knows exactly what happened that day. He is the only one she would let through this door. He is the only one that Mac would let in her heart.
"Detective, what is the news," Harm questioned immediately.
"As I was telling Colonel Mackenzie, we have a lead on the guys that attacked her. We have their place on surveillance right now, but so far nothing has turned up. It is as if they have disappeared," Detective McBride explained.
"Or they are waiting to make their next move which is to make sure that Mac cannot identify them," Harm replied.
"They did get your wallet, so they know where you live. Have you been back at your place since that day," Detective McBride asked Mac.
Mac stood against her filing cabinet taking in everything that was going on. Both men were standing in front of her. She couldn't help but to feel trapped. As she closed her eyes she could see them hurting her in that alley. She was back to that morning. She felt the pain and the disgust once again.
"NO," she shouted falling to the ground. "Leave me alone."
"Mac, its okay, honey," Harm whispered slowly reaching out for her hand. "Sarah, its Harm. I won't hurt you. Please."
Mac just started shaking her head back and forth crying. She couldn't be strong anymore.
"Detective, can we talk about this later, I really need to calm her down," Harm asked kneeling down to his Ninja Girl'.
"Will she be alight," the detective wondered.
"Yea, it just takes a few minutes," Harm answered.
The knock on Mac's office made Mac scream again and squirm out of Harm's reach. She had to get away.
"Please, whoever is at the door, tell them she is okay. Please. The only way she calms down is with me."
"This has happened before," the detective wondered as the knock on the door became louder.
"What is going on in there," Admiral Chegwidden ordered to know.
Detective McBride opened the door to Mac's office letting the Admiral take a peek inside seeing his chief of staff crawled up into a ball in the corner of her office while Commander Rabb tried to calm her down.
"Admiral Chegwidden, I presume. I am Detective Andrew McBride. Can we talk," the detective asked.
Shutting the door behind him, Detective McBride walked towards the Admiral's office leaving Harm trying to calm Mac down.
"Sarah, please. It's okay. I am here," Harm murmured.
After a few minutes she finally looked into his blue eyes and tried to break a smile.
"Harm, what happened," Mac cried. "Where am I?"
"In your office," he answered taking her into his arms. "Are you okay?"
"I don't know, am I? I don't remember what happened? How did I get onto the floor?"
"You must have been back at the attack. Everything is okay, right now, I am here," Harm told her putting his arms around her.
"Harm, I don't want anyone to see me like this," Mac mumbled into his shoulder.
"I know, honey. How about I take you home?"
"No, I have to get through this here."
Mac stood up then felt the queasy feeling in the bit of her stomach. She didn't know where it came from, but suddenly she felt it.
"Harm, I think I am going to be sick," she stated running out of the office.
He sat there on the floor mere seconds when suddenly he realized that she could be in serious trouble. Running after her brushing past Harriett and Lieutenant Singer, who were both stunned at the outburst from Colonel Mackenzie several minutes earlier. Singer and Harriett were both wondering exactly what was happening between the Colonel and the Commander and both had the same idea. And both felt different about it.
