A/N: Thanks for all the reviews I have received from all of you on my
previous two stories. This is a new one. It is the third, and final
installment in this little family trilogy of mine. I hope you enjoy it.
Please review it if you get the chance! Thanks!
On with the story..
It has been a whole year since the birth of Samantha, Sasha, and Jessica, and nearly a year since our heroes walked down the aisle. We join them at the JAG Headquarters, where they are working, as they usually did. However, something isn't very usual about this particular day...
JAG Headquarters Falls Church, Virginia 1125 ZULU
"Gunny, I need the files on the Ramirez case! And where in the heck did my co council go? Aren't we due for a meeting with our client in about 4 minutes and 23 seconds?" Mac whined uncharacteristically.
"Yes, ma'am." Sighed Gunny, handing her a stack of files. "And the Commander went out, Ma'am. Said he was taking a lunch break or something." he mumbled.
"Gunny, when you see him, tell him to avoid me for a while." Mac warned.
"Why, ma'am?" asked the Gunny curiously.
"Because I might hurt hi if he strolls in here any time soon." She revealed. "Hey Lt.!" Mac yelled, smiling.
"Hey Mac." Said Lauren. "Do you and Harm have any plans tonight? It's our anniversary, remember?" she grinned.
"Yeah, we have plans." Mac grinned, already in a better mood. "His parents are coming up from California to baby sit the kids so we can go out for a little while. But if he doesn't get back here soon for our meeting in two minutes and nine seconds, I'm going to strangle him before we have the chance to go out tonight.." She growled.
"I know what you mean." Lauren laughed. "Sergei disappeared about an hour ago, and the Admiral wants us on a plane to Leavenworth in about an hour." she worried.
"Leavenworth?" Mac laughed. "Oh, have fun." She smirked.
"I know." Said Lauren flatly. "I'm bursting with joy." She glanced around the office, looking for Sergei. "Hey, are you guys still watching Jessica while we're gone?" she asked.
"Of course!" smiled Mac, wrapping her sister in law in a hug. She glanced over Lauren's shoulder and smiled. "Well, Harm is here. About time." She smirked. She pat Lauren on the shoulder and headed off in his direction.
"Hey Flyboy!" she called. "Did you forget that we have a client meeting in 42 seconds?"
"No.." he lied, shifting his eyes.
"You're so lucky the meeting is just inside the courtroom.." She threatened playfully.
"God forbid you were ever late for anything.." Harm smiled, opening the door for her.
Inside the Courtroom JAG Headquarters- Falls Church, Virginia 1130 ZULU
"Let me get this straight, Corporal.This file here that I have says that you threatened to kill her." Mac read.
"Well, yes, ma'am, I did.but I didn't mean it.." He stammered.
"So, when she turns up dead, what was everyone supposed to believe?" Mac asked. "There are testimonies in here from several witnesses who heard the argument, and the threat that you made that night. That is why you are being investigated." she explained.
"Before we go any further," Harm interjected, "there is one thing that you have to tell us. And you have to be completely honest, whether your answer is good or not. Perjury is a pretty big trouble maker too, you know." Harm warned.
"Well, what is it?" asked Ramirez hopefully.
"Did you do this?" Harm asked. "And if not, is there anything you can tell us that would help us figure out who did do it?" he asked.
"No, sir!" Ramirez yelped. "I didn't do it, sir! I didn't kill my wife! We argued often, but I loved my wife! I would never do something like this!"
"Okay, Ramirez." Mac groaned. "If you didn't do it, tell us who you think did it." she coaxed. "If you help us get some good concrete evidence, we might be able to get you off the hook..."
"There was a man where she worked at. He wasn't very nice..and he had shifty eyes. You know what I mean?" Ramirez explained.
"A man with 'shifty eyes' won't get you off a murder charge, but if you think this man actually may have killed your wife, just give us a name, and we'll look into it." Mac promised.
"His name was Ryan Johnson." Sighed Ramirez. "Sometimes when Cynthia came home she would complain about him. She said she thought he was crazy.and they never got along very well.." Ramirez admitted.
"Corporal, where is it that your wife worked?" Harm asked, an eyebrow raising.
"Well, we were only married two years before.this." he stumbled. "And she always told me she worked at the police station. But when I went there to pick up her things, they said she'd never worked there in her life. I'm just so confused right now." he sighed.
Harm massaged his temples, and looked up at Ramirez. "That's messed up." he said. "We'll be sure to look into that before we check out anything else.." He promised.
Harm and Mac's Apartment Washington, DC 1732 ZULU
Harm and Mac shuffled into their home. Harm mom was bouncing Jessica and Samantha on either one of her knees. Frank was carrying Sasha around on his shoulders. Both of them stopped when Harm and Mac came into the living room.
"What's wrong?" his mother asked first.
"Nothing mom. Just another weird case." Harm whined. "Are you and Frank staying here tonight?" he asked.
"Actually, no. Sergei and Lauren gave us an apartment key to their place so we can give you some privacy." She grinned.
"Okay." Harm nodded.
"Hey, Flyboy, can we just stay in tonight? And we can celebrate this weekend when Sergei and Lauren are back?"
Later That Night Harm and Mac's Apartment
Mac bolted awake and smacked Harm in the head. "Ow!" He whined, rubbing his head. "What the heck was that for?!"
"Something's wrong, Harm." Mac whispered.
"What in the world is wrong at 2 am in the morning?" he demanded sleepily.
"I heard something." Mac revealed.
"What?!" he asked worriedly.
"Something fell, Harm.and I can't hear the kids."
"What do you mean?" asked Harm.
"Just what I said." worried Mac as she slipped from the bed.
"Wait Mac.I'm coming with you.just in case." sighed Harm, following her out of the room.
Mac pushed open the bedroom door where the kids were staying, and gasped. "Harm, the kids are gone! All three of them!" she screamed.
Harm surveyed the room. A mirror was broken, a blanket was laying on the ground, and various toys were still all over the floor. He somehow kept the lump from rising in his throat, and rushed to catch Mac as she dropped to the floor in a fit of sobbing.
"Mac, it'll be okay." he tried to convince her. "I'll call mom, and Sergei, and we'll call the Admiral and Webb. It will be okay. We'll find them. They're going to be alright." he sighed, and held his wife as she sobbed.
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On with the story..
It has been a whole year since the birth of Samantha, Sasha, and Jessica, and nearly a year since our heroes walked down the aisle. We join them at the JAG Headquarters, where they are working, as they usually did. However, something isn't very usual about this particular day...
JAG Headquarters Falls Church, Virginia 1125 ZULU
"Gunny, I need the files on the Ramirez case! And where in the heck did my co council go? Aren't we due for a meeting with our client in about 4 minutes and 23 seconds?" Mac whined uncharacteristically.
"Yes, ma'am." Sighed Gunny, handing her a stack of files. "And the Commander went out, Ma'am. Said he was taking a lunch break or something." he mumbled.
"Gunny, when you see him, tell him to avoid me for a while." Mac warned.
"Why, ma'am?" asked the Gunny curiously.
"Because I might hurt hi if he strolls in here any time soon." She revealed. "Hey Lt.!" Mac yelled, smiling.
"Hey Mac." Said Lauren. "Do you and Harm have any plans tonight? It's our anniversary, remember?" she grinned.
"Yeah, we have plans." Mac grinned, already in a better mood. "His parents are coming up from California to baby sit the kids so we can go out for a little while. But if he doesn't get back here soon for our meeting in two minutes and nine seconds, I'm going to strangle him before we have the chance to go out tonight.." She growled.
"I know what you mean." Lauren laughed. "Sergei disappeared about an hour ago, and the Admiral wants us on a plane to Leavenworth in about an hour." she worried.
"Leavenworth?" Mac laughed. "Oh, have fun." She smirked.
"I know." Said Lauren flatly. "I'm bursting with joy." She glanced around the office, looking for Sergei. "Hey, are you guys still watching Jessica while we're gone?" she asked.
"Of course!" smiled Mac, wrapping her sister in law in a hug. She glanced over Lauren's shoulder and smiled. "Well, Harm is here. About time." She smirked. She pat Lauren on the shoulder and headed off in his direction.
"Hey Flyboy!" she called. "Did you forget that we have a client meeting in 42 seconds?"
"No.." he lied, shifting his eyes.
"You're so lucky the meeting is just inside the courtroom.." She threatened playfully.
"God forbid you were ever late for anything.." Harm smiled, opening the door for her.
Inside the Courtroom JAG Headquarters- Falls Church, Virginia 1130 ZULU
"Let me get this straight, Corporal.This file here that I have says that you threatened to kill her." Mac read.
"Well, yes, ma'am, I did.but I didn't mean it.." He stammered.
"So, when she turns up dead, what was everyone supposed to believe?" Mac asked. "There are testimonies in here from several witnesses who heard the argument, and the threat that you made that night. That is why you are being investigated." she explained.
"Before we go any further," Harm interjected, "there is one thing that you have to tell us. And you have to be completely honest, whether your answer is good or not. Perjury is a pretty big trouble maker too, you know." Harm warned.
"Well, what is it?" asked Ramirez hopefully.
"Did you do this?" Harm asked. "And if not, is there anything you can tell us that would help us figure out who did do it?" he asked.
"No, sir!" Ramirez yelped. "I didn't do it, sir! I didn't kill my wife! We argued often, but I loved my wife! I would never do something like this!"
"Okay, Ramirez." Mac groaned. "If you didn't do it, tell us who you think did it." she coaxed. "If you help us get some good concrete evidence, we might be able to get you off the hook..."
"There was a man where she worked at. He wasn't very nice..and he had shifty eyes. You know what I mean?" Ramirez explained.
"A man with 'shifty eyes' won't get you off a murder charge, but if you think this man actually may have killed your wife, just give us a name, and we'll look into it." Mac promised.
"His name was Ryan Johnson." Sighed Ramirez. "Sometimes when Cynthia came home she would complain about him. She said she thought he was crazy.and they never got along very well.." Ramirez admitted.
"Corporal, where is it that your wife worked?" Harm asked, an eyebrow raising.
"Well, we were only married two years before.this." he stumbled. "And she always told me she worked at the police station. But when I went there to pick up her things, they said she'd never worked there in her life. I'm just so confused right now." he sighed.
Harm massaged his temples, and looked up at Ramirez. "That's messed up." he said. "We'll be sure to look into that before we check out anything else.." He promised.
Harm and Mac's Apartment Washington, DC 1732 ZULU
Harm and Mac shuffled into their home. Harm mom was bouncing Jessica and Samantha on either one of her knees. Frank was carrying Sasha around on his shoulders. Both of them stopped when Harm and Mac came into the living room.
"What's wrong?" his mother asked first.
"Nothing mom. Just another weird case." Harm whined. "Are you and Frank staying here tonight?" he asked.
"Actually, no. Sergei and Lauren gave us an apartment key to their place so we can give you some privacy." She grinned.
"Okay." Harm nodded.
"Hey, Flyboy, can we just stay in tonight? And we can celebrate this weekend when Sergei and Lauren are back?"
Later That Night Harm and Mac's Apartment
Mac bolted awake and smacked Harm in the head. "Ow!" He whined, rubbing his head. "What the heck was that for?!"
"Something's wrong, Harm." Mac whispered.
"What in the world is wrong at 2 am in the morning?" he demanded sleepily.
"I heard something." Mac revealed.
"What?!" he asked worriedly.
"Something fell, Harm.and I can't hear the kids."
"What do you mean?" asked Harm.
"Just what I said." worried Mac as she slipped from the bed.
"Wait Mac.I'm coming with you.just in case." sighed Harm, following her out of the room.
Mac pushed open the bedroom door where the kids were staying, and gasped. "Harm, the kids are gone! All three of them!" she screamed.
Harm surveyed the room. A mirror was broken, a blanket was laying on the ground, and various toys were still all over the floor. He somehow kept the lump from rising in his throat, and rushed to catch Mac as she dropped to the floor in a fit of sobbing.
"Mac, it'll be okay." he tried to convince her. "I'll call mom, and Sergei, and we'll call the Admiral and Webb. It will be okay. We'll find them. They're going to be alright." he sighed, and held his wife as she sobbed.
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