(A/N: Thanks for all of the names people have sent me in so
far. The gender of the twins is one boy and one girl. I
figured the Roberts needed a girl, right? I was thinking
Aiden Zachary, for a boy. But I'm not to sure about a girl's
name. As soon as I figure it out, then Harriet will have the
kids. See chapter one for disclaimers. Four and a half pages,
my biggest update yet!)
(Same day)
(Sturgis's POV)
Getting back to JAG after a long morning at the brig, I was surprised to see a busier then usual JAG. Three petty officers rushed by me with stacks of folders in their hands, and headed towards the conference room. The Admiral stood outside of Tiner's office barking orders to everyone. I didn't see Mac anywhere, so I assumed she was in court or something. I still wanted to ask her why she hung up on me this morning, after I found that file. When the Admiral caught sight of me, he motioned me to his office. For some reason, I knew it wasn't good.
After he told me what happened, I couldn't help but feel responsible for what happened. If Mac wasn't talking to me on the phone, she would have never left Trey alone in the kitchen. Why couldn't I wait to ask her when she was at work?
"Sir, I would like permission to be excused for the day."
"Permission denied Commander. I'm already down two lawyers; I just can't spare another one."
"But sir-"
"Sturgis, I know you want to help, but the police are doing everything they can. I sent Harriet down there to be with Mac, and I sent Webb to track down Harm. We are doing the best we can."
"What can I do sir? I just can't sit here doing nothing."
"Do you have any cases pending?"
"No sir."
"Then get some of Harm and Mac's cases, and try to figure out who is behind this."
I stood at attention, "aye, aye, sir."
I was going to find out who was behind this, and I was going to get that little boy back.
Fade out
(Two days latter)
(Harm's POV)
It was early in the morning, around six, when I got up. I don't know what, but something had been nagging at me for a few days. I grabbed the ax, and decided to go chop some more firewood for the stove. There was a chill in the November air, that just took your breath away, and I knew Jim needed to stay as warm as possible. Half way through the pile of wood I collected, I saw a black ford headed up the driveway. I tucked in my white undershirt, and pulled my flannel shirt closer to my chest, as I waited to see who was here.
(Webb's POV)
I saw Harm chopping up some wood, as I pulled closer to the house. I would laugh under any other circumstance, but now wasn't the time for jokes. Two days and still no word on Trey, or any leads. The story had made national news, partly because of Harm and Mac's positions, and now it seemed as if the whole nation was looking for Trey.
I finally dragged myself out of the car, and walked over to Harm. To say he was shocked to see me would be a big understatement, but I think he knew that something was wrong. He knows I never bring good news.
"Webb, what are you doing here?"
"We need to get back to Washington."
He gives me this look which is a mixture or worry and dread.
"What happened?"
Sighing, I knew I couldn't avoid telling him any longer, "Two days ago, Trey was kidnapped."
The look he gave me, made me want to crawl in some hole in hide.
"How? why?"
"Mac was in the living room on the phone, and someone took Trey out of the kitchen. This was two days ago."
"Two days! Why am I just finding this out now? Where is Mac? Is she okay? Did she call the police? Did-"
"Whoa! Slow down Rabb. You are just finding this now, because no one could get a hold of you on your cell phone. What happened to your phone?"
"It broke. Is-"
"Mac is at the house, and she is as well as can be expected. Yes she did call the police, but they haven't gotten any leads yet. The kidnapper hasn't called demanding anything yet."
"Where is Palmer?"
"He is in Levin Worth. The Admiral went down there himself to see. He couldn't have pulled this off Harm."
After Harm packed his gear, and said a quick goodbye to his friends, we were headed for the airport. Harm used my cell to call Mac.
(Mac's POV)
I grabbed my cell phone on the first ring, hoping it was the police with some lead.
"Mackenzie."
"Hey."
The hollowness in his voice told me that Webb had reached him.
"Hey."
"Are you okay?"
"No."
"Neither am I."
"I couldn't reach you on your cell."
"It broke after the last time I called you. I'm sorry Mac."
"Why?"
"For not trying to get in touch with you after my phone broke."
"How could you Harm? You were fifty miles from civilization."
Silence
"Anything new?"
"No. The police are still looking in to our case files. I'm so sorry Harm, I shouldn't have left him alone."
"It's not your fault Mac, you didn't know."
I choked back a sob, and let out a long breath.
"I need you here, Harm."
"I'll be there soon honey, just as soon as I can."
"How could somebody do this to us Harm?"
"I don't know Sarah."
"I love you."
"I love you too. I'll be home as soon as I can."
"Hurry, Harm"
As soon as I heard the phone click, I hung up the phone and sunk to my knees. Where was my baby?
TBC
(Think you know who took Harm and Mac's son? You are welcome to try and guess, more clues will be given latter.)
(Same day)
(Sturgis's POV)
Getting back to JAG after a long morning at the brig, I was surprised to see a busier then usual JAG. Three petty officers rushed by me with stacks of folders in their hands, and headed towards the conference room. The Admiral stood outside of Tiner's office barking orders to everyone. I didn't see Mac anywhere, so I assumed she was in court or something. I still wanted to ask her why she hung up on me this morning, after I found that file. When the Admiral caught sight of me, he motioned me to his office. For some reason, I knew it wasn't good.
After he told me what happened, I couldn't help but feel responsible for what happened. If Mac wasn't talking to me on the phone, she would have never left Trey alone in the kitchen. Why couldn't I wait to ask her when she was at work?
"Sir, I would like permission to be excused for the day."
"Permission denied Commander. I'm already down two lawyers; I just can't spare another one."
"But sir-"
"Sturgis, I know you want to help, but the police are doing everything they can. I sent Harriet down there to be with Mac, and I sent Webb to track down Harm. We are doing the best we can."
"What can I do sir? I just can't sit here doing nothing."
"Do you have any cases pending?"
"No sir."
"Then get some of Harm and Mac's cases, and try to figure out who is behind this."
I stood at attention, "aye, aye, sir."
I was going to find out who was behind this, and I was going to get that little boy back.
Fade out
(Two days latter)
(Harm's POV)
It was early in the morning, around six, when I got up. I don't know what, but something had been nagging at me for a few days. I grabbed the ax, and decided to go chop some more firewood for the stove. There was a chill in the November air, that just took your breath away, and I knew Jim needed to stay as warm as possible. Half way through the pile of wood I collected, I saw a black ford headed up the driveway. I tucked in my white undershirt, and pulled my flannel shirt closer to my chest, as I waited to see who was here.
(Webb's POV)
I saw Harm chopping up some wood, as I pulled closer to the house. I would laugh under any other circumstance, but now wasn't the time for jokes. Two days and still no word on Trey, or any leads. The story had made national news, partly because of Harm and Mac's positions, and now it seemed as if the whole nation was looking for Trey.
I finally dragged myself out of the car, and walked over to Harm. To say he was shocked to see me would be a big understatement, but I think he knew that something was wrong. He knows I never bring good news.
"Webb, what are you doing here?"
"We need to get back to Washington."
He gives me this look which is a mixture or worry and dread.
"What happened?"
Sighing, I knew I couldn't avoid telling him any longer, "Two days ago, Trey was kidnapped."
The look he gave me, made me want to crawl in some hole in hide.
"How? why?"
"Mac was in the living room on the phone, and someone took Trey out of the kitchen. This was two days ago."
"Two days! Why am I just finding this out now? Where is Mac? Is she okay? Did she call the police? Did-"
"Whoa! Slow down Rabb. You are just finding this now, because no one could get a hold of you on your cell phone. What happened to your phone?"
"It broke. Is-"
"Mac is at the house, and she is as well as can be expected. Yes she did call the police, but they haven't gotten any leads yet. The kidnapper hasn't called demanding anything yet."
"Where is Palmer?"
"He is in Levin Worth. The Admiral went down there himself to see. He couldn't have pulled this off Harm."
After Harm packed his gear, and said a quick goodbye to his friends, we were headed for the airport. Harm used my cell to call Mac.
(Mac's POV)
I grabbed my cell phone on the first ring, hoping it was the police with some lead.
"Mackenzie."
"Hey."
The hollowness in his voice told me that Webb had reached him.
"Hey."
"Are you okay?"
"No."
"Neither am I."
"I couldn't reach you on your cell."
"It broke after the last time I called you. I'm sorry Mac."
"Why?"
"For not trying to get in touch with you after my phone broke."
"How could you Harm? You were fifty miles from civilization."
Silence
"Anything new?"
"No. The police are still looking in to our case files. I'm so sorry Harm, I shouldn't have left him alone."
"It's not your fault Mac, you didn't know."
I choked back a sob, and let out a long breath.
"I need you here, Harm."
"I'll be there soon honey, just as soon as I can."
"How could somebody do this to us Harm?"
"I don't know Sarah."
"I love you."
"I love you too. I'll be home as soon as I can."
"Hurry, Harm"
As soon as I heard the phone click, I hung up the phone and sunk to my knees. Where was my baby?
TBC
(Think you know who took Harm and Mac's son? You are welcome to try and guess, more clues will be given latter.)