Chapter 12
Mac woke with a start at exactly 0313 EST trying to suppress the scream she felt welling up inside her. She knew if she screamed she'd wake the children, and she didn't want to do that. Just as that thought finished forming in her head, her bedroom door opened and Neville came in. Climbing into bed with her, he wrapped his arms around her neck and he wept, "Mommy, Daddy is hurt!"
Shocked to her core at those words from her four-year-old son, Mac wondered how he knew the certainty that had woke her just moments before. "What do you mean darling?" she asked her son dreading the answer.
"I had a bad dream that Daddy was hurt. Mommy when will he come home?"
"I'm going to call Victor to find that out just as soon as you're back in bed sweetheart."
"But Mommy it's 3:18 in the morning! You said never to call anyone on the phone after 10:00 pm!" he protested.
Mac had always wondered if her son had gotten some of her time sense because she could never remember him ever being late. He had even been born exactly on his due date. But here was the first time that it was clear he had her internal clock working inside his head too, because when he had made that time announcement, his back was to the clock on Clay's side of the bed.
Carrying her son back to his room and tucking him in Mac then went downstairs and put on a pot of coffee knowing that she wouldn't get back to sleep until she had done something about the knowledge that Clay was in danger. Dialing Victor Galindez' home number, Mac cringed when Harriett's sleepy voice greeted her. "Harriett I'm so sorry to wake you, but I need to speak to Victor."
"What's wrong Mac?" Harriett asked suddenly alert. Sitting up in bed she shook her husband awake.
"Clay's in trouble and I need to let Victor know."
"Oh honey! I'm sure it was just a bad dream," Harriett tried to reassure Mac as she passed the phone to her husband.
"What is it Mac?" Victor asked when he got the phone.
"I'm pretty sure that Clay's been captured. I don't know if Taya is with him, but he's being tortured for information. You need to get someone in there to get them out!"
"Mac I can't just send agents in on a wife's feelings or bad dream, but I'll tell you what I can do, I'll contact their contact and see what the situation is, alright?"
"Victor this is more than just a feeling or a bad dream! I know he's in danger! Hell even Neville knows it!"
"What?" he exclaimed.
"You weren't at JAG when my little sister Chloe went missing and I was able to help the rescue crews find her and then when Harm had to ditch in the ocean and no one could find him, I just seemed to know right where he was, they found him right where I knew he would be. I just seem to have a sense about these things. Please believe me! On my word as a Marine, I'm not just blowing smoke here."
"I will look into it Mac, and I'll get word back to you as soon as I can," he promised and then hung up. He looked over at Harriett and could see the concern there in her eyes.
"What are you going to do Vic?" she asked gently.
"I'm going to do just what I told her I would. I'll get in touch with their contact and get an update on their situation. Clay and Taya are trained agents and know how to handle any thing that comes up."
"But neither of them has been in the field for a while. Taya almost a year and Clay a lot longer than that."
"It's something you don't forget darling, believe me. Now we'd better get back to sleep, those six kids will be up before long."
"You're not going to make that call?"
"It can wait till I'm at the office darling. I'm sure Mac is worried over nothing."
To be continued…
