A/N - Well guys this is the last chapter I'm going to post for about a week
because I wont be home to do it but I assure you that as soon as I can find
a computer I will add the rest! Thankyou to those of you that told me the
times and corrected me on the song, the one I used was in fact a remake by
All4One. I hope you all enjoy the 6th chapter and for the last time this
side of Christmas, Merry Christmas and keep safe!
Luv, Misty
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Harm was laying on the cold, hard stone floor of the basement trying to regain some strength after all his beatings. He was covered in bruises and blood, but most of the cuts were at least starting to heal. He had been left alone for the last couple of hours, Harm couldn't tell how long it had been but the severity of the beatings had lessened after the first few days. He didn't think he had any serious internal injuries minus some broken ribs but he was extremely sore. To try and keep up hope and ease the pain a little he thought constantly of Mac and how he planned to spend the rest of his life with her. He pictured a house right near a small lake with a jetty and he imagined holding the baby they had promised each other so long ago. These were the thoughts that kept him going and with them he would never give up. He was picturing a beautiful little girl with her mother's features but her father's eyes. She had long, silky brown hair and Macs gorgeous smile and her eyes shone a bright blue like his own. Harm saw her running around a front garden in joy. She was giggling as she chased a much older version of Jingo who was also enjoying the game. Sitting on the porch swing nearby was Mac with the most beautiful smile that lit up her entire face. Harm awoke from his dream when he heard a commotion upstairs. He heard gunshots and yells, then the door to the basement was flung open and he started to get to his feet, ready to defend himself when a very American voice yelled, "I've found him."
It was an agonising forty-two minutes later that the phone in the Admirals office rang and he jumped to answer it, while putting it on speaker for Macs benefit. "We got him Admiral." Clays voice rang out. "He's in pretty good condition considering, so they are a little ahead of schedule and are bringing him home now." He said happily. "What about the terrorists Webb?" The Admiral asked. "Neutralised sir." He answered. "I'm sending Harm straight to Bethesda as soon as the plane lands, to get checked out." Webb finished. "When will that be Clay?" Mac broke in. "They should be arriving in.around 20 hours." He told her. "Thanks Webb." Admiral Chegwidden finished before breaking the connection. "Well Colonel?" he asked Mac. "Sir?" she questioned, confused as to what he wanted. "If you are going to meet his plane when it lands at approximately 1013 hours tomorrow morning you might want to go and finish your work and leave early so as to get a good nights sleep." He offered. "Thankyou sir, on my way sir." She said gratefully as she saluted and left his office. 'He's coming home!' she thought to herself joyfully as she finished up for the day. 'Thank God he's alright.'
Later that day
"Sir?" Mac knocked on Admiral Chegwidden's door. "Yes, come in Mac." He invited her. "Didn't I send you home early for the day?" "Sir, I was just hoping to clear something up before I left." She started. "And what is that Colonel?" "Why exactly did the Commander go to Indonesia sir? Why not send someone else?" she asked. "Well Colonel as you know, Webb needed a JAG officer to stir up some trouble over there, and I guess he knew that there would only be a handful of people willing to risk their six for you. Especially in a situating where they would be put into far more danger than you possibly could." He told her. "And out of the two Commanders, Harm was the one that volunteered." "Excuse me sir, did you say Mic was asked to go?" Mac asked in astonishment. "All I'm saying Colonel is, it seems that as much as we all love you around here, there is only one person that would do anything in his power to protect you on the off chance that someone MIGHT be planning to end your life. Even if it means giving his own life." The Admiral finished. "Sir I." Mac tried to continue. "Didn't I tell you to get some rest?" he dismissed her with a knowing smile. "Yes sir!" she said and left.
At 1009 hours the next morning Mac stood on the tarmac as the plane that carried Harmon Rabb Jr touched down and was taxied to its destination. She watched as an ambulance drove to the plane and a figure on a stretcher was carried down to it. "Come on Mac, I'll take you to see him." A voice said from beside her. Turning she noticed Clayton Webb standing with her. "You do want to see him don't you?" he asked. "What's with the ambulance and stretcher? I thought you said he was ok." She asked. "He is pretty beaten up Mac, but that's just a precaution really." He answered while leading her to the ambulance. "Hey buddy, you don't look too good." Webb teased Harm when he got to the back of the vehicle. "Yeah and who's fault is that?" Harm choked back, remaining his sense of humour even in his condition. "Well your alive and that's all that matters," he replied, "but before you put me on your 'to kill' list I have brought you someone that I think has already done you the favour." He said with a smile as Mac appeared next to him. "Mac!" Harm exclaimed while trying to sit up. "Hey! Settle down there sailor you've gone and got yourself into a real big mess this time and whoever it was that said you were ok was a damn fool." She said with concern while looking at Webb pointedly. "I'm fine, really." He insisted. "Yeah sure you are." Mac said with a smile, overjoyed at seeing him alive. "Now what you are going to do is go with these nice people to the hospital and get yourself treated. I'll meet you there." She added. "Promise?" he asked with a child-like grin. "Always." She answered seriously.
Harm was laying on the cold, hard stone floor of the basement trying to regain some strength after all his beatings. He was covered in bruises and blood, but most of the cuts were at least starting to heal. He had been left alone for the last couple of hours, Harm couldn't tell how long it had been but the severity of the beatings had lessened after the first few days. He didn't think he had any serious internal injuries minus some broken ribs but he was extremely sore. To try and keep up hope and ease the pain a little he thought constantly of Mac and how he planned to spend the rest of his life with her. He pictured a house right near a small lake with a jetty and he imagined holding the baby they had promised each other so long ago. These were the thoughts that kept him going and with them he would never give up. He was picturing a beautiful little girl with her mother's features but her father's eyes. She had long, silky brown hair and Macs gorgeous smile and her eyes shone a bright blue like his own. Harm saw her running around a front garden in joy. She was giggling as she chased a much older version of Jingo who was also enjoying the game. Sitting on the porch swing nearby was Mac with the most beautiful smile that lit up her entire face. Harm awoke from his dream when he heard a commotion upstairs. He heard gunshots and yells, then the door to the basement was flung open and he started to get to his feet, ready to defend himself when a very American voice yelled, "I've found him."
It was an agonising forty-two minutes later that the phone in the Admirals office rang and he jumped to answer it, while putting it on speaker for Macs benefit. "We got him Admiral." Clays voice rang out. "He's in pretty good condition considering, so they are a little ahead of schedule and are bringing him home now." He said happily. "What about the terrorists Webb?" The Admiral asked. "Neutralised sir." He answered. "I'm sending Harm straight to Bethesda as soon as the plane lands, to get checked out." Webb finished. "When will that be Clay?" Mac broke in. "They should be arriving in.around 20 hours." He told her. "Thanks Webb." Admiral Chegwidden finished before breaking the connection. "Well Colonel?" he asked Mac. "Sir?" she questioned, confused as to what he wanted. "If you are going to meet his plane when it lands at approximately 1013 hours tomorrow morning you might want to go and finish your work and leave early so as to get a good nights sleep." He offered. "Thankyou sir, on my way sir." She said gratefully as she saluted and left his office. 'He's coming home!' she thought to herself joyfully as she finished up for the day. 'Thank God he's alright.'
Later that day
"Sir?" Mac knocked on Admiral Chegwidden's door. "Yes, come in Mac." He invited her. "Didn't I send you home early for the day?" "Sir, I was just hoping to clear something up before I left." She started. "And what is that Colonel?" "Why exactly did the Commander go to Indonesia sir? Why not send someone else?" she asked. "Well Colonel as you know, Webb needed a JAG officer to stir up some trouble over there, and I guess he knew that there would only be a handful of people willing to risk their six for you. Especially in a situating where they would be put into far more danger than you possibly could." He told her. "And out of the two Commanders, Harm was the one that volunteered." "Excuse me sir, did you say Mic was asked to go?" Mac asked in astonishment. "All I'm saying Colonel is, it seems that as much as we all love you around here, there is only one person that would do anything in his power to protect you on the off chance that someone MIGHT be planning to end your life. Even if it means giving his own life." The Admiral finished. "Sir I." Mac tried to continue. "Didn't I tell you to get some rest?" he dismissed her with a knowing smile. "Yes sir!" she said and left.
At 1009 hours the next morning Mac stood on the tarmac as the plane that carried Harmon Rabb Jr touched down and was taxied to its destination. She watched as an ambulance drove to the plane and a figure on a stretcher was carried down to it. "Come on Mac, I'll take you to see him." A voice said from beside her. Turning she noticed Clayton Webb standing with her. "You do want to see him don't you?" he asked. "What's with the ambulance and stretcher? I thought you said he was ok." She asked. "He is pretty beaten up Mac, but that's just a precaution really." He answered while leading her to the ambulance. "Hey buddy, you don't look too good." Webb teased Harm when he got to the back of the vehicle. "Yeah and who's fault is that?" Harm choked back, remaining his sense of humour even in his condition. "Well your alive and that's all that matters," he replied, "but before you put me on your 'to kill' list I have brought you someone that I think has already done you the favour." He said with a smile as Mac appeared next to him. "Mac!" Harm exclaimed while trying to sit up. "Hey! Settle down there sailor you've gone and got yourself into a real big mess this time and whoever it was that said you were ok was a damn fool." She said with concern while looking at Webb pointedly. "I'm fine, really." He insisted. "Yeah sure you are." Mac said with a smile, overjoyed at seeing him alive. "Now what you are going to do is go with these nice people to the hospital and get yourself treated. I'll meet you there." She added. "Promise?" he asked with a child-like grin. "Always." She answered seriously.