A/N This is set in about 2013 or 2014, in an AU. Harm is now JAG and married to Jen, Mattie has been adopted and has graduated Annapolis.

Loren Singer survived and is now the mother of a teenager.

Sorry for the long wait, I forgot about this story. And since I haven't written anything for it in months, I am putting it on hiatus.

The good news is, I cleaned up my files and found three drafted, unpublished chapters that I don't want to go to waste. So I will be putting them up in rather short succession...

Crossover with Army Wives (after the end of Army Wives).

This is my first fanfic (not the first I have written, but the first to be published), so reviews are very much appreciated.

Disclaimer: I don't own JAG or Army Wives.

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JAG HQ, Falls Church VA, 1112 ZULU

LCDR Greg Vukovic had a hard time, trying not to get frustrated by the way the trial was going. At the moment, the prosecuting attorney, a freshly transferred ashore LT, was interrogating one of the witnesses.

"AB1 Sheffield. What did Airman Franks do in the Female BEQ?" the prosecutor asked the witness.

"Objection!" Vukovic interrupted, "Leads to speculation."

"Sustained." RDML Amy Helfman, the Judge agreed.

"I rephrase, Did Airman Franks live in the female BEQ?"

"Of course not, Sir." the witness replied.

"Was he working there?" the prosecutor wanted to know.

"Not that I know of, Sir."

"Where have you seen him?" the prosecuting attorney specified.

"I saw Airman Franks in the hallway where AO2 Miller is quartered." the witness finally stated.

"No further questions, your honor." the prosecutor said as he walked back to his seat.

Vukovic stood up. "Cross-examination, your honor?"

"Go ahead."

"Petty officer, did you see Airman Franks leave Petty Officer Miller's room?" he asked.

"No, Sir."

"Was he the only male sailor you saw in the female BEQ?" Vukovic inquired.

"No Sir", AB1 Sheffield explained, "There were a Lieutenant JG and a chief I saw on my way in."

"No further questions."

Vukovic sat down. This had went surprisingly well. But there was still a long way to go, until the case was won.

"Prosecution calls Lieutenant Thomas Henderson."

The LT entered the courtroom wearing the oak leaves of the medical corps. He sat down on the witness stand and raised his hand.

"Do you solemnly swear that you will tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?"

"I swear."

"Please state your Name, Rank and position for the protocol."

"Lieutenant Thomas Henderson, US Navy", the witness replied, "I am assigned to the Navy Medical Center at NAS Patuxent River."

"Lieutenant, you are the physician who examined Aviation Ordnanceman Elena Miller", the prosecutor began, "Tell us what you found."

"Petty Officer Miller was brought into the Emergency Department barely conscious", LT Henderson recalled, "Her clothes were ragged and when we took her history, we were told she was raped."

"Was there physical evidence?"

"Very little. Once PO Miller had regained consciousness, we did a rape exam", the witness explained, "We found bruises to her thighs and vaginal area."

"Did you do a Blood test?" the prosecutor wanted to know.

"Yes", LT Henderson answered, "It came back positive on roofies."

"No further questions."

Vukovic stood up, thinking about how he should handle this witness.

"Lieutenant, when did you graduate Medical school?"

"Seven months ago, Sir." the witness told him.

"Have you ever before done a rape exam?"

"Some, although thank god very few."

"Five, Ten?" Vukovic specified.

"Including this one, three."

"Isn't it standard procedure to have this type of exam done by a female officer?" Vukovic queried.

"That is the usual way these cases are handled but it is not prohibited for male personnel to do these types of exams", LT Henderson explained, "As long as the victim agrees."

"I take it PO Miller agreed?"

"Of course", the witness stated, "Otherwise I would have waited until a female officer was available."

"Lieutenant, you mentioned bruises", Vukovic changed the topic, "Did you find other evidence of sexual assault? Something that would identify the aggressor?"

"What do you mean, Sir?"

"Semen, for example", Vukovic specified, "Or maybe pubic hair?"

"No Sir, we found residue of lube as is being applied to condoms. Aside from that, nothing."

"So there is actually no physical evidence that puts Airman Franks as the other participant in this sexual intercourse?"

"No, Sir."

"No further questions, your honor."

RDML Helfman looked at the clock before she spoke.

"We take a lunch break now. Court meets again at 1230."

Harm went back to his office. He had been observing the case, particularly because he needed an impression of the newly transferred in LT's work. Instead of going to lunch, he grabbed a sandwich and tried to make some progress on the files that were accumulating in his In tray. The weird thing was, the higher in rank he rose, the easier he could delegate the files, but at the same time the more files he got.

It was late in the afternoon when he next looked up. Highly unusual and completely surprisingly, he had not been disturbed for a single time the whole afternoon. He left his office only to startle LN3 Julia Atkins.

"Sir!"she cried looking up from her desk.

"Sorry for scaring you." Harm smiled.

"No need, Sir", she replied, "I was just about to ask you if there was anything else, otherwise I would secure."

"Go ahead. As a matter of fact, I will be right after you. I somehow forgot the time." Harm grinned.

"Yes, Sir. By your leave?"

"Yes, go ahead, Atkins."

Norfolk Naval Base, VA, 2214 ZULU

CDR Loren Singer was relieved when she was finally able to fall into her bed. It had been another long day, mostly spent by interviewing witnesses for the incident. By now she had serious doubt on whether the XO should be prosecuted. At least the same amount on blame could be placed on the Skipper.

"Maybe Tali will get the Captain to drop the charges." Loren thought, "After all, there are plenty of arguments for that course."

JAG HQ, Falls Church VA, 1409 ZULU

It had been an easy day so far. Harm had gotten into the office at a reasonable time, there had no new cases been to hand out during staff call and he had worked through a considerate pile of files on his desk.

This all changed, when the phone on his desk rang.

"Yes Garcia, who is it?"

"Sir, It is Commander Singer in Norfolk", his Yeoman explained.

"Put her through", Harm ordered.

"Aye, Sir."

"Admiral?" Loren asked.

"Yes Commander, what is it?"

"Well, Sir, we have a situation here", she told him, "Lieutenant Commander Mayfield has been put in the Brig."

"What!?"

"Commander Sinclair, that's the Betio's CO, claims she was trying to blackmail him to drop the charges against his XO", Loren explained, "So he incarcerated her for disrespecting a senior officer."

"Commander, this sound like a major clusterfuck, I will meet you in Norfolk", Harm informed her, "Then we'll see what we can do about all that."

"Aye-aye, Sir. Do you want me to book you into VOQ here, or will Garcia take care of it?" Loren asked.

"I will task Garcia with that, Loren, Thanks."

"Aye-aye, Sir." she said before harm disconnected the line.

"Garcia, get on the line to Norfolk VOQ and book me for two nights, possibly a third." he ordered his Yeoman.

"Aye-aye, Sir."

Harm closed his eyes and sighed. Next he took the phone handle and dialed a well-known number.

"Jennifer Rabb."

"Hey beautiful, how are you?" he asked.

"I'm feeling like a Goodyear blimp, my feet and my back ache, but otherwise I'm great." Jen complained.

"Listen, we have an in-office crisis", Harm told her, "I will have to go to Norfolk for a couple of days."

"Norfolk? How long?"

"Don't know. Maybe two nights." Harm shrugged.

"Hmmpf. Have fun. I love you." Jen gave him a snort.

"I love you too. Bye Jen."