2 Weeks Later Friday,
Rabb-McGinley home Falls Church, VA 1810 Local
Mac pulled into the parking area near the house, frowning slightly at the nondescript, white Ford sedan. As far as she knew, they weren't expecting company. Harm hadn't mentioned anyone being here when she called to let him know she was finishing up a case and would be a bit late. Turning off the Corvette, she grabbed her briefcase as she climbed out and headed into the house. Entering the foyer, Mac leaned down to pet Patch and then Bill and Purrl when they appeared while calling out, "I'm home." At least the furry contingent of their household didn't indicate there was anything amiss. She directed a quick wave towards the staircase having caught faint distortion out of the corner of her eye. She was learning it was easier to spot the presence of the McGinleys using her peripheral vision. Mac was pretty sure it was them. The couple had a tendency to shadow her when she first arrived home in the evenings. Avis and Kate only appeared at need or when Mac dreamed herself into Avis' kitchen.
Harm stepped out into hallway, smiling, "Hey, you made it." He limped up the hall and Mac met him halfway, exchanging a hug and a quick kiss.
"Who's here?" Mac asked, her arm still wrapped around his waist.
"A Mrs. Leela Howell," Harm replied, looking down at her, "from Social Services." He gave Mac a reassuring smile when she inhaled sharply, "Don't panic, she seems very nice. Come on, she's been waiting to meet you."
"Me?" Mac didn't move, feeling inexplicably nervous. All the old feelings of inadequacy that she thought she'd conquered long ago, came rushing back.
"Hey," Harm said softly, wrapping his arms around her again. He could feel the tension in her and had a pretty good idea what was going through her mind. When she looked up at him, he gave her a soft smile, "Stop doing that. You're a wonderful person and everything's going to be fine."
Exhaling with a sigh, Mac nodded. Squaring her shoulders, she let Harm lead her to the living room. As they entered, a petite Latino woman broke off her conversation with Matt and Mattie and turned to them with a smile. Harm stepped forward to make the introductions, "Mrs. Howell, I'd like you to meet my wife, Lt. Colonel Sarah MacKenzie Rabb. Mac, Mrs. Leela Howell with Social Services."
"A pleasure to meet you, Colonel," Mrs. Howell said with a smile as they shook hands. "Emma Fine speaks very highly of you and your family."
Mac relaxed a little, smiling back, "Emma's a wonderful lady."
Mrs. Howell chuckled, "Providing you're not in her crosshairs. Some of her battles with the Powers That Be have been legendary." She leaned in slightly and stage-whispered, "By the way, I'm a fellow Orphan, too."
Mac's grin grew wider, "We're going to have to invent some sort of secret handshake or something."
"We should," Mrs. Howell nodded with a laugh. She gestured towards the couch and chairs, "Why don't we all sit and get down to business?" Once everyone was settled, she pulled a folder out of her briefcase. "Now you've applied to become foster parents," Mrs. Howell flipped through a couple of papers, glancing up at all of them. "I probably shouldn't be telling you this but your application has been expedited at Emma's request - and your list of references was very impressive." She folded her hands, looking at Harm and Mac, "However, there are a few issues that need to be addressed. You're in the military - what happens if one or both of you is deployed or transferred?"
Harm leaned back, draping an arm across the back of the couch, "I've put in my intent to retire. In six more months, I'll be a civilian. I plan to open my own firm so I will be able to work from home if necessary."
"There's probably a higher chance of my being transferred as opposed to being deployed," Mac added when Harm finished speaking. "I'm a lawyer, not a line officer." She glanced at Harm before looking back at Mrs. Howell, "Is that a real problem? We're a family, it's not like we'd leave a child behind wherever we'd go."
"Well, it is a consideration. These kids typically have already had enough upheavals and we try not to put them through any more if we can help it." She hesitated, looking apologetic, "And there's Mr. O'Hara." In the sudden silence, she took a deep breath, "He's a convicted felon."
"He's a former Marine officer and a Medal of Honor winner," Mac rejoined, her temper beginning to flare, "And one of the most honorable, courageous men I know."
"Sarah," Matt interrupted mildly, "It's a legitimate point."
"So is the fact that you served your time and received a Presidential pardon," Harm replied, before looking at Mrs. Howell. "What exactly are you asking us to do?"
The woman raised her hands, "Nothing, really. I'm just trying to make you aware that there could be obstacles to receiving final approval. We're trying to do the best we can for these children. How would it look if we placed a child in a home with an ex-convict?"
"And appearance is so much more important than facts." Mac stood up, her voice icy cold, "Well, if 'best' means breaking up my family in order to take in a child, then forget it. It's not worth the price." She stalked out of the room.
Matt and Harm looked at each other silently before Matt stood up, "I'll talk to her." He walked out, leaving Harm and Mattie with Mrs. Howell.
Mattie glared at the social worker, "What's wrong with you people? Uncle Matt's a great role model. He knows how to listen and I can talk to him about all kinds of stuff. Did anyone even bother talking to him?" Growing more agitated, she stood up waving her arms, "And how come no one came to interview me if you were wondering how Harm and Mac would be as foster parents? Because, let me tell you, they're great. They love me even though I'm not their kid and even when I screw up. They're tough when they have to be and fair. I'm lucky to have them and so would any other kid and if you can't see that - well, then you're pretty stupid."
"Mattie, that was rude. Apologize, please," Harm ordered sternly. "Mrs. Howell is the messenger, not the one making the decisions. We're all upset but don't take it out on her."
Mattie stared at him defiantly for a moment before deflating and turning to Mrs. Howell, "I'm sorry for being rude." She glanced back at Harm, "May I be excused?" When Harm nodded, she hurried from the room.
"Sorry about that," Harm sighed. "We had our hopes set on becoming foster parents and perhaps adopting some kids down the road. This was kind of a shock."
Mrs. Howell smiled slightly, "I'm sorry, too, but don't give up hope yet. Believe it or not, I'm in your corner. It's the higher-ups that are making the fuss. After that tragedy last year with the child committing suicide in her foster home and then the abuse that was uncovered, everyone's being overly cautious."
Harm nodded slowly, "I remember reading about some of that in the papers and on-line. The parents were also scamming the department with the help of a supervisor? Getting payments for fictitious kids?"
"Quite a few heads rolled on that one," Ms. Howell replied grimly, "And well they should. The authorities are still investigating. Unfortunately, that's left the surviving management with a bunker mentality and the rest of us even more short-handed." She began gathering up her papers and putting them in her briefcase.
Harm watched her silently for a few moments before leaning forward, "So the biggest sticking point is having Matthew in our household?"
Mrs. Howell looked up and nodded, frowning slightly, "Yes, I'm afraid so."
"And if he wasn't living here, it wouldn't be an issue?" Harm asked.
"Correct," Mrs. Howell tipped her head slightly, "But from your wife's reaction, I didn't think his leaving was an option."
"What if he was living nearby? Would that count?" Harm replied.
Mrs. Howell stopped collecting her files and eyed him closely, "Well, technically, we don't concern ourselves with specific neighbors, just the neighborhood in general. You know, is it safe? Is it stable?"
"So if he happened to be living next door - ?" Harm smiled at her hopefully.
She smiled back, "If he's not living here, I'm not interested in tracking him down."
"How long does this approval process take?" Harm leaned back on the couch.
"Well, it could take two to four - ," she saw him shake his head slightly, "- perhaps six to eight weeks to get to the final decision." She put the last folder in her briefcase and stood up. "So I'll see you in two months?"
Harm stood up and held out a hand, "Two months." He raised an eyebrow, "And after approval, how soon - ?"
"Could happen fairly quickly." Mrs. Howell grinned and shook his hand.
o o o o o
Matt paused at the front door and looked out on the porch. Sarah was standing at the corner, arms folded, staring out at the trees. Even at this distance, he could see the tension in her shoulders. Taking a breath, he squared his shoulders and walked out to join her. Stopping alongside, he rested his hands on the railing and waited. After a minute, her shoulders relaxed as she dropped her arms and she gave him a rueful look, "I hate when you do that."
Matt raised an eyebrow, "Do what?"
"Call me on my behavior without saying anything," Mac ducked her head. "I shouldn't have lost my temper with Mrs. Howell."
Matt tipped his head to the side, "Well, you were defending me and I suppose it was a bit of a surprise, although it shouldn't have been."
Mac turned and looked at him, "What?"
Matt straightened up as he faced her, "Sarah, you look at me and see your uncle, the man who was a Marine officer who took you camping now and then, but to a stranger? I'm a man who went to prison for a crime that saw two men die and got out on a pardon, not on parole or because I'd served all my time. Wouldn't you think twice before putting a child with me?"
Mac folded her arms again, "Maybe, but if I was doing my job, I'd be investigating you to see what type of man you were before making that decision. And for the record, I see my uncle - the only family that ever gave a damn about me as well as providing a role model for what I could be. I don't think I would have survived much longer if you hadn't stepped in when you did. Any kid would be lucky to know you."
Matt ducked his head a little, flushing. He turned to look out at the trees again, clearing his throat, "You know, Ellie and I have been getting to know each other and so far, it's been going pretty well."
Mac frowned slightly at the apparent change of subject, "I'm glad to hear it. Ellie's a wonderful lady."
Matt shot her a grin, "I think so, too." He looked away again, "The thing is, it's a little hard finding a bit of privacy. I mean, we can go to her place but I'd like to return the favor sometimes." Matt glanced at Mac and turned towards her, seeing the stricken look on her face, "Hey, I'm not suggesting a move to Timbuktu, just maybe getting my own place. An old friend of mine runs a corporate travel service, said he could always use a good helicopter pilot. I hadn't really thought about it before what with everything that's been going on, but I could go talk to him again, see if the offer's still on the table."
Mac stood there staring at him and Matt stepped forward, wrapping her in a hug. She hugged him back fiercely, whispering, "I don't want you to go. I just got you back."
"I wouldn't be going far," Matt answered gently. "And you know I'll always be there when you need me. You and Harm would be great parents and I don't want to be the reason you two don't get the chance. So, let me do this for you," he grinned a little, "Consider it a belated wedding present - I didn't have time to get one before." The sound of Harm's voice gave them a bit of warning. Matt broke the hug, turning a little to shield Mac while she took a swipe at her eyes and composed herself.
Harm held the door for Mrs. Howell and then followed her out onto the porch. Smiling, he shook hands with her again, "We'll keep in touch."
Mrs. Howell smiled in return, "I'd appreciate that. I'll keep you in the loop as well." Turning towards the steps, she nodded to Matt and Mac, "Mr. O'Hara, Colonel Rabb, it was a pleasure meeting you." With that, she walked down the steps to her car. A few minutes later, she disappeared down the driveway.
Mac turned to Harm, staring at him, "What did you do?"
He grinned at the two of them, "We reached a compromise." He waved a hand towards the house, "Come back in, we can hash the details out over dinner. I'm starved."
o o o o o
Matt rubbed his chin, looking thoughtfully at Harm, "Mrs. Howell was okay with this?"
Harm nodded, spearing several baby carrots, "Their biggest problem is having you physically living in the house. It's a technicality, but this way, we all win. You get your own place without being far away, Social Services can't really complain and we free up an extra bedroom." He looked at Mac and Mattie, "What do you think?"
"I think it's a great idea!" Mattie beamed.
Mac nodded slowly, "In two months? Is that possible?"
Harm waved a hand, "The structure's sound and there's already electric and water running to it - it's just a matter of converting it. Offer pizza and beer and we could probably get some help from friends on the weekends."
Mac raised an eyebrow, "Throw another party? BYOP - bring your own powertools?"
"Why not? It'll be a modern version of a barn-raising." Harm chuckled, "Or barn-razing, as the case may be. We'll contract out what we need to make sure we're up to code and we can handle the rest." He looked at Matt, "We'll need to figure out the barn dimensions and draw up some plans. We can start first thing in the morning."
Mattie raised a hand, "We'll need to clear stuff out, too. I can help with that. I'll bet we can recycle a lot of it."
Mac was tapping her chin thoughtfully, "You know, Dubby's son-in-law here in DC is an architect. I'm sure he wouldn't mind recommending a contractor to help us."
Harm grinned, looking around the table, "I'd say we have a plan."
o o o o o
3 Months Later Friday,
Rabb-McGinley home Falls Church, VA 0920 Local
Mac walked through the living room, absently rearranging throw pillows and straightening books. Harm watched her silently from the doorway. He decided not to say anything, knowing she was working off nervous energy. More than the rest of them, she was acutely aware of each minute as it dragged by. He was feeling nervous himself, despite repeatedly telling himself there was no reason for it. Everything was going to be fine. Matt was out of the house, living in his new apartment, built in the front half of the old barn. The back portion was now a garage and storage area. He still ate dinner with the family almost every evening unless he and Ellie were going out. The two were dating regularly now and Harm thought Ellie was doing the man a world of good. Mac was finally fully onboard with her uncle's relationship. Although she hadn't come right out and said it earlier, Harm knew she'd been afraid that Matt move on and walk out of her life again. It was an irrational fear but understandable, given her past. Fortunately, Matt was well aware of his niece's deep-seated worries and did his best to reassure her.
Speaking of irrational, Harm snorted quietly while checking his watch again. Leela Howell wasn't due to arrive until somewhere between 0930 and 1000. Checking the time every few minutes wasn't going to make her show up any sooner nor did it mean that she wasn't going to show at all. Turning around, Harm headed for the stairs. It wouldn't hurt to check the bedroom again and make sure everything was still in place. Items moved regularly in the house and it was becoming nearly second-nature to return whatever it was to its spot while walking through. It was also becoming normal to hear unexplained thumps and an occasional voice. There was the time Patch had carefully crept up on a sleeping Purrl and Bill and barked, sending both cats rocketing into orbit. It had triggered laughter from more than the living members of the family.
Harm frowned a little as he reached the second floor and headed down the hallway. Looking around, he spoke quietly, "Can we tone down the paranormal stuff for a little while? I don't want Lucas scared out of his mind right off the bat. He's going to have enough to adjust to without worrying about ghosts." Harm couldn't help feeling a bit foolish - he always did when addressing their home's original occupants - but he wasn't sure if Mac had said anything either. She hadn't mentioned any dream visits to Avis' kitchen lately. Stopping in the doorway, he looked around the bedroom. Everything appeared to be okay. The room was a bit plain but Mac thought Lucas would enjoy having some say in decorating.
Lucas Dixon was ten years old and had been in the foster care system for nearly half his life. His mother had died at birth and his father was a merchant seaman. Lucas' grandmother had taken care of him while his father traveled. That arrangement had become permanent when his father's ship was lost in a storm off the coast of Africa. A year later, when Lucas was six, his grandmother suffered a massive stroke. She lingered for a few days before passing. His only other family was a older half-brother from his father's first marriage. Ten years older, Christopher Dixon was a guest of the state of Virginia, incarcerated on drug and weapon charges. With no other living relations, Lucas found himself a ward of the state.
It hadn't been an easy transition. Small for his age and frightened at the turn his life had taken, Lucas had been an easy target for the older kids. Now, four years later, he'd been in and out of several foster homes, his attitude caught between angry and sullen. Needless to say, his story had resonated with both Mac and Harm when they heard about him. Their first interview with the boy had been less than triumphant. Lucas, after a look from Leela Howell, had been polite but apathetic. The second interview hadn't been much better. This time Lucas had been suspicious and defensive, obviously intent on protecting himself. After discussing it with both Mattie and Matt, the family was unanimous about taking the young man in. Lucas appeared unmoved when he learned he was about to live in yet another foster home.
Patch's barking stirred Harm from his thoughts and he hurried down the hallway and stairs, meeting Mac and Mattie in the foyer. Sharing a look with Mac, Harm smiled reassuringly and held the door for the two. Descending the porch steps, they joined Matthew and Patch who were waiting at the bottom. Together, they watched as Leela Howell parked her Ford. After what seemed like an eternity, both front doors opened and Leela and Lucas climbed out. Gesturing for him to join her, Leela pulled the trunk release and walked to the back of the car. Pulling out a small suitcase, she handed it to him and then, putting an arm around his shoulders, walked him to the waiting family.
Leela smiled as they stopped in front of the little group, "Here he is." She gave Lucas a quick squeeze, making him raise his eyes from his shoes, "Lucas, say hello to your new family." Lucas mumbled something nearly inaudible as his eyes dropped to the ground again.
Harm glanced at Mac and received her silent approval to take the lead. He stepped forward, smiling warmly, "Welcome to our home, Lucas. I hope you'll consider it your home as well." Placing a hand lightly on the boy's shoulders, he urged him forward a step, "I'd like you to meet the rest of the family." He gestured a little and Mattie and Matthew moved up, "This is my ward, Mattie Grace, and Mac's uncle, Matthew O'Hara."
"Hi Lucas," Mattie smiled brightly at the boy. "I hope you like it here. Harm and Mac are good people." Lucas eyed her warily, giving his head a minute nod.
"Lucas." Matthew gave Lucas' hand a firm shake, "Glad to have you aboard. We've needed a good man to even the odds a bit." He leaned in, dropping his voice, "The women here have us outnumbered." Seeing the disbelief on Lucas's face as his eyes darted over the group, Matthew grinned and nodded towards Patch, "That's Patch and despite that beard, she's a girl, too." Hearing her name, Patch got up and walked to Lucas, shoving a nose under his hand. When he rubbed her head, she whined softly as she sat on his foot and leaned against his legs, angling her head so he could scratch behind her ears. When Lucas obliged, Matthew smiled at him, "I'd say you've got a new friend." For the first time, Lucas smiled a little in return.
Harm shared a relieved look with Leela, Mac and Mattie and cleared his throat, "Lucas? How about we get you settled in your room? Then you can look around if you'd like and we can have lunch a little later on."
Lucas nodded slowly. "Can Patch come with me?" he asked hesitantly.
"Of course," Mac nodded firmly, "She's part of the family."
Leela grinned, "Well, I think I'll be on my way. Call if you need anything and I'll see you in a couple of weeks."
"Thank you so much," Mac smiled warmly at her.
She started to escort Leela to her car but the woman waved her off, pointing to the little troop heading for the house, "Go join your family, Colonel, I'm fine." Thanking Leela once again, Mac hurried to catch up with the rest of the family. Getting settled didn't take long, Lucas didn't have much. A few clothes and a worn folding picture frame showing a middle-aged man and a smiling old woman, obviously his father and grandmother.
Mattie had taken over once Lucas was unpacked, taking him on a grand tour of the property. Patch went along, leaving the three adults. Matt smiled at his niece and Harm, "So far, so good. He seems to be unbending a bit."
"Patch helped a lot," Mac nodded happily. "Thanks for sharing her."
"Her idea - I think she's hoping for a playmate," Matt chuckled. "She's still pretty young and I'm just too old to run and roughhouse with her."
"Whatever works," Harm declared with a grin. He looked from Matt to Mac, "So when do we tell him about the McGinleys? Before or after something weird happens?"
"Maybe we should wait a day or so," Mac said slowly. "I'd hate to overwhelm him any more than he already is. At least they like kids. Tess mentioned that they enjoy seeing a full house."
"You're assuming Mattie won't say something," Matt raised an eyebrow. "She's pretty nonchalant about her 'extra grandparents'. I wouldn't be surprised if she talks about them."
Harm nodded as he frowned thoughtfully, "Actually, hearing it from Mattie might be best. He could take his cue from her on dealing with them."
"I guess we'll play it by ear." Mac tugged on Harm's arm with a grin, "Come on, let's see what we can whip up for lunch."
o o o o o
Friday,
Rabb-McGinley home Falls Church, VA 2340 Local
Mac climbed quietly back into bed and pulled up the covers. Harm turned over and regarded her sleepily, "Everything okay?"
She nodded, "He's still asleep. Bill's staying with him."
Harm frowned, glancing at the foot of the bed. Sure enough, Purrl was settling down by herself. "I thought those two were a set. How'd you get him to stay with Lucas?"
Mac shrugged, "I didn't. It was all Bill. I think Lucas was happy to have him when Patch left with Uncle Matt." The cats were now half-grown and in their lanky teenage stage. Bill was rapidly passing Purrl in size. It was apparent he was going to be a large, long-legged cat and Harm had jokingly accused the feline of having panther in him somewhere. Fortunately, Lucas appeared to like cats as much as he liked dogs. He'd been pleased when all three of the household's pets had followed him to his new room.
"Does that mean Lucas has the feline stamp of approval?" Harm yawned, settling back down. He lifted an arm so Mac could slide in next to him.
"I guess," Mac tucked herself against his side, draping an arm across his chest and nestling her head on his shoulder. For some reason, having Bill apparently adopt Lucas was reassuring. She leaned up to give Harm a quick kiss, "G'night."
"'Night," he murmured back, his eyes already closed. Mac followed suit as she relaxed. It had been a long day. They were starting a new chapter in their lives and it appeared the road would be a bit bumpy for a while. It would take time for Lucas to become comfortable but Mac thought they'd made some progress. Both she and Harm had taken leave today and Monday to give them a long weekend to get settled with Lucas. They'd contacted the school he'd be attending last week to get things started and they'd take him on Monday to enroll. Mac had a list of school supplies he'd need and planned to take him shopping over the weekend. While silently reviewing all the things that needed to be done, Mac gradually drifted off to sleep.
"Hello, Sarah."
Mac turned around and smiled, "Avis, hi." They were standing near the flower beds on the side of the house. A rustling drew Mac's attention and she rolled her eyes when a large black hen strolled out from under a bush. She flashed a look at Avis and raised an eyebrow, "Really? She's still here?"
Avis shrugged, still smiling, "What can I say? Mabel was always a strong personality."
"That's not exactly the phrase I'd use to describe her," Mac replied dryly. Her expression lightened, "What do you think of Lucas?"
"He's a fine young man," Avis said warmly. She turned and started towards the back door, "Come with me, there's someone you should meet."
Frowning slightly, Mac followed along. She had halfway expected something like this given Lucas' history but wasn't sure which one might be waiting. Reaching the kitchen door, Mac walked in behind Avis and smiled at the little group gathered around the kitchen table. Not surprisingly, both Jolly Roger and Purrl were perched near the stove. Roger looked a bit miffed, his tail lashing lightly. With Attilla the Hen, roaming about, Mac could sympathize. Kate, Phin and Tess all got up to greet her, leaving an older woman seated at the table.
Avis waited until Mac had finished with the others before stepping next to the woman, "Sarah, I'd like you to meet Comfort Dixon, Lucas' grandmother."
"Mrs. Dixon," Mac nodded politely while wondering if this was yet another ghost who would be inhabiting their home. Surely there had to be a limit of some sort.
"Pleased, my dear," the old woman extended her hand. She held on after Mac shook it, her expression fierce, "You take care of my grandson, you hear? That poor boy has had a hard time."
"Yes, ma'am, I intend to," Mac answered seriously, shooting a look at Avis. The blonde returned her look calmly. Obviously, this tete-a-tete was strictly between Mac and Mrs. Dixon.
Mrs. Dixon released her grip and waved her hand a little, "Now, I loved my son and he was a good man and I can certainly understand why he did what he did but Lucas shouldn't have had to shoulder the blame. I did my best but Lucas is a smart little boy and I knew it gnawed at him."
"What did?" Mac frowned, perplexed.
"His mother," Mrs. Dixon frowned, too. "My son loved his wife with all his heart and when she died giving birth to Lucas, it just broke him. He couldn't help blaming the child. I talked and talked to him but it didn't do any good. He started signing on for more and longer voyages, anything that would take him away from Lucas and the memories of his wife." The old woman sighed, "Lucas figured it out eventually - that child has never really been young - and he began blaming himself, too. I did what I could to teach him otherwise but then Joshua was lost at sea and Lucas found something else to blame himself for. Then I went and died on him, too, and Lucas became a ward of the state."
"That poor kid," Mac shook her head. Her childhood hadn't been a bed of roses but she'd managed to avoid the foster care system. Her life might have been less traumatic had she become a ward of the state but she probably wouldn't have become a Marine either, which meant she'd have never met Harm. That wasn't worth thinking about.
"You must be patient," Mrs. Dixon declared firmly, locking eyes with Mac. "He's afraid to let himself get attached. Don't let him push you away."
"We won't," Mac replied, equally firm.
Mrs. Dixon eyed her for a moment before nodding with a grim smile, "I believe you." She stood up, turning to Avis, "Thank you kindly, Mrs. Simpson. I'm feeling much better and now I need to be getting back." After exchanging good-byes with Kate and the McGinleys, the old woman vanished from sight.
Mac stared at the place where the old woman had been. It was always a bit unnerving watching someone who had appeared fairly solid just fade away, even in a dream. She turned to Avis, "Has Mrs. Dixon been following Lucas all this time?"
Avis nodded, "She has but until now, she hasn't been able to make contact in any way. Lucas has been remarkably resistant to dreams."
Mac glanced at Kate and the McGinleys before folding her arms and looking at Avis again, "Is Mrs. Dixon going to cause problems?"
"No," Avis shook her head. "We've already discussed it. She'll keep an eye on him but won't try to interfere."
"Okay," Mac relaxed a little in relief before bracing for her next question. She wasn't sure if Avis would or could answer it. "Is there anything else I need to worry about?"
Avis raised an eyebrow, "Aside from a defensive ten year-old boy? No, I've not seen anything." She waved her hands, "Go back to sleep, Sarah. You need your rest. It's going to be a busy day."
o o o o o
Harm blinked and stared up at the ceiling. Yawning, he looked over at Mac. She was restless, mumbling in her sleep although he couldn't make out the words. Turning on his side, he glanced down at the foot of the bed. Purrl was stretched out, her paws twitching as if she was chasing dream mice. Yawning again, Harm draped his arm across Mac's midsection and watched her as he waited for sleep to come again. She was a beautiful woman, inside and out, and he indulged himself as he gazed at her. He couldn't do this when she was awake, Mac tended to get uncomfortable when he stared at her. Mac shifted again and he wondered if this was a dream that involved Avis and Kate. With Lucas spending his first night in his new home, this would certainly be a good time for an otherworldly consult.
Harm frowned slightly as he thought of something else. Mac hadn't had any disturbing visions or dreams lately, that he knew of, but did that mean they were relatively safe for the time being? Would Avis know, and more importantly, would she say anything? They'd run out of leads on whoever was behind the drunken mob's assault on their home so that person was still out there. Mac's choice had been Edwina McKlellan but Harm hadn't forgotten Margery Threetrails. Don Eppes believed she was behind the hiring of Trask and his investigative firm although there was no way to prove it. Harm doubted that she'd been aware of Trask's true identity or his connection to the JAG officers so the debacle in Bacovia wasn't truly her fault. On the other hand, he thought it was pretty clear she wasn't intending to let Bander's death go unavenged. That her first move had been to gather intel showed that she was willing to be patient. That trait combined with power and money made for a formidable enemy. Harm had said as much to Don the last time they talked. Ian, Don and Charlie had to be in her sights as well. Eppes had assured Harm that he was well aware of the threat and would keep an eye on his brother. Ian needed no protection.
Finally closing his eyes, Harm drifted back to sleep. Soon he found himself in a familiar mountain meadow. Somewhat surprised, Harm turned around and started when he discovered Avis standing nearby. Stiffening a little, he stared at her, "What's wrong? Is Mac okay?"
Avis held up her hands in a calming motion, "Sarah is fine, aside from some expected anxiety about being a mother. You seemed uncommonly worried."
Harm rubbed the back of his neck, "I got to thinking about the enemies we've made over the years. Have we done the right thing with Lucas?"
"Opening your home to a little boy who desperately needs to be loved again? Of course, you have," Avis smiled at him. "Lucas is an old soul. Be patient and all of you will reap the rewards."
Harm eyed her, "Is this something you've seen?"
"It is something anyone with eyes can see. Relax, Harmon Rabb, and enjoy having a son. We'll keep watch." Avis raised a hand and vanished. Harm exhaled softly and descended deeper into sleep.
o o o o o
Saturday, Rabb-McGinley home Falls Church, VA 0720 Local
Lucas opened his eyes and held perfectly still, taking in his surroundings. A few seconds later, he heard a rumbling purr and relaxed, lifting his head. Bill Bailey gazed back, his eyes half-closed as his purr increased in volume. Lucas sat up, rubbing his eyes before smiling and reaching over to pet the cat. He wasn't sure about the Rabbs or if this was going to last any longer than any of his other foster homes but Bill and Patch were an added bonus for however much time he had there. Bill stood and stretched before jumping down off the bed. Sauntering to the door, he stopped and looked back at Lucas, his meaning clear.
Smiling, Lucas threw the covers back and climbed out of bed. Going to the door, he took a look up and down the hallway. Was it okay to leave his room? A rather plaintive meow from Bill decided him and Lucas followed the cat down the hallway. From there, his nose led him the rest of the way to the kitchen.
Hearing Patch get up, Matt turned to find Lucas standing uncertainly in the doorway. Gruffly, he motioned the boy in and pointed to a chair. Turning back to the stove, he flipped over the pancakes. Matt glanced over his shoulder, "You want some?" When Lucas nodded, Matt piled a short stack onto a plate and held it out, "This enough?"
"Yes sir," Lucas spoke quietly. Bill was sitting on one side while Patch had staked a spot on the other side of his chair.
Matt poured a glass of orange juice to go with the pancakes and brought both over to Lucas. Returning to the stove, he fixed his own plate and then joined Lucas at the table. He raised an eyebrow at both animals, "No begging at the table, you two." Matt and Lucas began eating. After a few mouthfuls, Matt glanced over at the boy, "Taste okay?" Lucas nodded silently, keeping his attention on his plate. Matt took a sip of his orange juice before remarking thoughtfully, "The first couple of days are always the hardest. It used to take me a day or two to get used to waking in a strange place."
Lucas looked at him for a moment, "You were a foster kid, too?"
Matt shook his head, "Military. During the war in 'Nam, they kept us moving pretty regularly." He grinned at Lucas, "At least no one's shooting at you here."
"You were a soldier?" Lucas knew the Rabbs were in the military and he wasn't sure how that would affect him. Was he supposed to stand at attention when he saw them?
Matt took on a look of mock horror, "Bite your tongue. I was a Marine." Lucas couldn't help smiling a little. Matt relaxed and smiled as well before taking another bite of his pancakes. After swallowing, he looked at Lucas again, "I have a favor to ask of you, young man." He held up a hand when Lucas stared at him in alarm and then pointed towards Patch, "Patch here is still pretty young and energetic and, well, I'm not. If you want to, it'd help me out a lot if you'd play with her. She loves to run and I just can't keep up. What do you say?"
Lucas nodded with a shy grin, "Yes sir, I'd be happy to." His hand drifted over to stroke Patch's head in an almost proprietary manner. She'd sat up upon hearing her name. He went back to eating and after a few minutes, the faintest hint of a frown appeared.
Matt studied him for a moment, "Did you want to ask me something?" Lucas shifted in his seat, staring at his plate again. Matt ate some more of his breakfast, thinking it over and then grimaced. "Lucas?" he asked, carefully. "Has a grown-up ever tried to do something - um, inappropriate with you?" When Lucas froze, Matt swore silently, "Did you tell anyone - like Ms. Howell?" Lucas gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head, his face flushing. Matt swore again and leaned towards Lucas with a fierce expression, "That's never going to happen again - not while you're under this roof. You're one of us now and we protect our own, understand?" A sharp bang accentuated his words, startling them both. Matt glanced upwards before sitting back with wry expression, "I'd say the house has spoken as well. You're safe here, Lucas."
Lucas stared at him with wide eyes. He couldn't help jumping again when the screen door on the porch banged. A moment later, Mac walked in, still sweating from her early morning run. She smiled at Lucas and Matt while leaning down to pet Patch and Bill, "Morning, guys. Lucas, did you sleep okay?" When the boy nodded, Mac walked over to give Matt a kiss on the cheek, "Thanks for taking over breakfast, Uncle Matt. I got a late start this morning."
"Not a problem, Sarah," Matt wrinkled his nose, "Go get cleaned up and I'll start another batch of pancakes."
"Okay, I'll roust Harm and Mattie out of bed if they're not already. It's housekeeping day." Mac grinned and patted Lucas' shoulder as she passed him, "After lunch, you and I will do some shopping. You need to be ready for school on Monday." Still smiling, Mac walked out of the kitchen.
Matt watched as Lucas' eyes followed Mac out the door. He waited until the boy had turned back around and smiled, "I know it's all new right now but if you let her, Sarah will happy to be your mom."
Lucas stared at Matt, thinking it over. He was beginning to feel more comfortable around the gruff old man. He didn't fully trust him yet but really, how bad could he be if Patch was so devoted to him? Deciding to take a chance, he tilted his head a little and asked the question that had been plaguing him the most, "Why did Mr. and Mrs. Rabb want me? Everybody else wants the babies."
Matt rubbed his chin, "Well, they thought you needed a home and they understand what you've been through." He leaned in a little, dropping his voice a bit, "Harm's father was a Navy pilot during the Vietnam war. He was shot down and declared missing in action when Harm was only five. Sarah's father was a mean-tempered drunk and her mother - my dear sister - finally ran away from the abuse, leaving Sarah behind. She was only fifteen at the time." Matt leaned back again, "So you see, they've both had hard childhoods and they don't like seeing anyone else go through what they did." His voice softened, "Just give them a chance and they'll love you like you were their own."
Lucas nodded silently, swallowing against the unexpected lump in his throat. Bill's sudden appearance on his lap gave him something to focus on and he concentrated fiercely on petting the cat. Patch's insistent whining forced Lucas to divide his attention but Bill didn't seem to mind. His loud purring was audible even to Matt. Deciding to give Lucas a few moments, Matt got up and moved to the counter. Mixing up some more batter, he began cooking another round of pancakes. Soon the sounds of voices and footsteps were heard. Mattie breezed in first, giving Matt quick kiss on the cheek along with a cheery 'good morning'. From there she turned to Lucas, combining a hug with an equally cheerful greeting that extended to Patch and Bill. Completing her circuit near the sink, Mattie poured herself a glass of orange juice and returned to sit at the table. Lucas watched her in silent amazement before his attention was claimed by Harm and Mac walking in together.
They were smiling at each other like they'd just shared a good joke before directing their attention to everyone else in the room. After a quick glance at Matt and wIth one hand resting on Bill, Lucas tentatively joined in the conversation. Soon he found himself laughing along with Matt and Mattie as Harm did his comic best to get out of housecleaning. Lucas couldn't help the warm happiness that spread through him as he was seamlessly included in the group. It had been so long he'd nearly forgotten the feeling. This was a family and now it was his.
This is getting silly - have to break the file up again. Stay tuned for Pt. 3.