Dear Santa...it's Little AJ - Part 4/11
See part 1 for all disclaimers
1:03 PM
Harm and Bud walked into the bullpen as they returned from court. "But I think Mac and I trained you too well."
Bud smiled. "Colonel MacKenzie said the same thing, Sir."
Harm chuckled but his laughter fell as he noticed the staff was watching a live update on ZNN. He and Bud slowly turned and faced the TV as Stuart Dustan filled the screens.
"This is Stuart Dustan and I'm in Iraq at a Marine compound. Three hours ago this compound was yet another one of our military camps to be attacked by yet another group of rouge Iraqis. Luckily personal only suffered minor injuries. The majority of the damage was located around the vehicles and some of the tents located on what the personal stationed here call 'Command Row'. As more details develop we will report them. Again this is Stuart Dustan reporting to you from Iraq."
Harriet slowly turned around and found herself staring at a very scared and nervous Harmon Rabb. Harm's face turned stark white as his brain absorbed the words, Iraq, Marine, minor injuries, and Command Row. Harriet slowly moved towards him and touched his arm. "Sir."
Harm blinked and stared at Harriet. He was to excuse himself from the bullpen, but Admiral Chegwidden called from his office. "Commander Rabb, my office."
"Yes, Sir." Harm placed his briefcase on the desk closet to him and walked swiftly towards the Admiral's office.
Harriet watched as Harm left the room. She looked upwards and sent a silent pray that it wasn't Mac's station that was attacked.
"Close the hatch and have a seat, Harm." AJ said as Harm walked into the office.
Harm followed his orders and before he could ask a question, AJ answered it. "I'm trying to find out if it was Mac's station."
"Sir?"
"Don't even ask, Harm." AJ warned having a feeling Harm was about to get himself in some serious trouble. AJ looked patiently at his officer. "I promise as soon as I know something I'll let you know. But I need you not to do anything stupid."
Harm took a deep breath. "Yes, sir."
"She's going to be fine, son," AJ fatherly told Harm hoping he was right.
"I know, Sir." Harm agreed.
"I'll keep you updated on anything I know," AJ restated as Harm shook his head. "Dismissed."
Harm stood up at attention. "Yes, Sir."
Entering his office, Harm closed his door then sat down at his desk, quickly clicking on the e-mail icon. "Please Mac, let there be a message."
The mail opened and there was no message.
A few minutes passed before there was a soft knock at the door. "Enter."
Harriet slowly opened the door with Harm's briefcase in her hands. "Sir, you left this in the bullpen."
Harm tried to give her a soft smile. "Thanks, Harriet."
"You're welcome, Sir." Harriet handed him the briefcase. "Sir, would you like to come over for dinner tonight?"
"Harriet, I really don't think I would be the best company tonight."
"Sir, please don't make me pull the godchildren card. You know how much I hate that," Harriet pleaded hoping it would work to get Harm to come.
Harm chuckled softly. "Can I bring anything?"
"Just yourself, Sir. Is six an alright time?"
"Perfect," Harm stated.
Harriet smiled at him. "Thank you, Sir. AJ will be so happy to have you over tonight."
"No problem, Harriet." Harm said before he dismissed her from his office.
After Harriet left his office she closed the door behind herself. Harm turned to his computer and quickly typed out an e-mail to Mac.
Mac-
We just heard that another camp was hit. Please, tell me it's not you. The Admiral's trying to find out, so who knows how long that could take. I just need to know that you're okay. I'm hoping we just lost a connection this morning and that it was nothing serious. Please be alright. I don't know what I would do if you were hurt.
Love-
-Harm
He hit sent before he could change any of the words or any of the thoughts. Now he just needed to wait for a response telling him she was okay.
End Part 4