A/N: Are you guys liking this?! Hope so! Here's chapter three!
Harm and Mac's Apartment Washington, DC The Next Morning- 9am
Sergei and Lauren rushed into the living room, both gasping for breath. Sergei hugged Mac and his brother while Lauren surveyed the kid's room. It was in ruins. She gasped, and Mac wrapped her in a hug. "It'll be alright." she whispered. "You can cry if you want to. I have." she admitted.
"What are they waiting for?" demanded Sergei. "I was told that they found a finger print last night.."
"They did," sighed Mac. "Except they can't find a match in their files...wait!...." she sighed, grabbing her coat and heading for the door.
"Where are you going?" asked Harm, ready to follow her.
"I'm going to JAG. I have an idea." Smirked Mac.
"What would that be?" asked Lauren, wiping away a stray tear.
"You'll see." frowned Mac. She opened her door to a flood of reporters.
"Mrs. Rabb, when did you first realize your children were missing? Could this be some sort of act of aggression from a sour client? Does the military court martial people for bad parenting?" a reporter fired. At the last comment, Mac sighed, pulled her fist back, and let the reporter have it.
"That felt so good." She decided, rubbing her knuckles.
"Come on, dear." Harm sighed. "We've got a job to do.." He led her through the mass of reporters, not commenting on a single thing they said. It took nearly five minutes for Harm, Mac, Sergei, and Lauren to all make it safely to the car.
"Would you please let me in on your little idea?" Harm begged.
"The police don't have the fingerprint in their files, right?" she said in reply. Everyone nodded. "Maybe that's because the person who did this isn't on their files yet?" she suggested.
"What do you mean?" asked Sergei.
"There aren't a whole bunch of people that know that Harm and I and you and Lauren are married Sergei." she explained. "It's mostly just family, friends of family, and..."
"People who have been to the office and seen our name tags!" Lauren realized.
"Are you suggesting someone at the office kidnapped our kids??!" Harm yelled. "Because that may actually be the most farfetched thing I have ever heard you say! It's crazy!"
"She doesn't mean our 'friends' at the office, Harm." Lauren realized.
"One of our clients..." Harm realized. "What about Ramirez?" he suggested. "Has he been catalogued yet?" he asked.
"I don't think so. The military didn't want the DCPD to interfere." Mac sighed.
"And when we talked to him, Ramirez couldn't answer a single question straight foreward." Harm analyzed.
Mac picked up her phone, quickly dialing a number. "Webb!" she yelled. "Two questions. One, was there a Sophia Ramirez that used to work for you? And two, is there a Ryan Johnson working for you now?" she asked.
"Mac, you know I'm not allowed to answer those types of questions." Webb sighed.
"If you don't answer those questions, I am going to cause you serious harm. Now this is IMPORTANT. Answer the question Webb!" she ordered.
"Fine." Webb growled sourly. "A Sophia Ramirez used to work here. But her husband found out, and she didn't want to jeopardize anything, so she quit. He didn't like the idea of her working here anyways. No Ryan Johnson has ever worked here though. At least not in my time.." Webb admitted.
"Thanks, Webb. You may have just helped me solve the case." Mac smiled to Harm, who gave a thumbs up to Lauren and Sergei in the back seat. "Bye." Mac said, hanging up.
"Who are Ryan Johnson and Sophia Ramirez?" asked Sergei.
"Sophia Ramirez was the woman who was murdered last month. Her husband is the prime suspect, and Harm and I are supposed to defend him.." Mac sighed. "Ryan Johnson doesn't exist.." She said this more to Harm than to anyone.
"Then he lied to us!" Harm was outraged.
"He found out Sophia worked for the CIA. Webb says he wasn't very happy about it, and so she quit..so he also knew that she didn't work at the police station.which could also mean that he could've lied about everything else as well.." Mac decided, nodding, and again picking up her cell and dialing a number.
The Admiral picked up on the third ring. "Judge Advocate General's office..Mac?" he realized. "What?!" He listened to Mac detailed report. "Do you think he could've done something like this? Why would he do it if you were going to defend him?"
"Sir, maybe he thought we would figure out he was lying, and this was a way to keep us out of his way for a while. Could you have Gunny check and see if his prints are on the DCPD's files? And if they aren't.. we need to find him." She frowned.
"Will do, Colonel." The Admiral nodded, calling for Gunny. "Are you on your way here?" he asked.
"Yes, sir. We'll be there in five minutes at the latest." Mac sighed.
"I'll be waiting for you outside." the Admiral frowned, hanging up and heading down the stairs.
A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger...
Harm and Mac's Apartment Washington, DC The Next Morning- 9am
Sergei and Lauren rushed into the living room, both gasping for breath. Sergei hugged Mac and his brother while Lauren surveyed the kid's room. It was in ruins. She gasped, and Mac wrapped her in a hug. "It'll be alright." she whispered. "You can cry if you want to. I have." she admitted.
"What are they waiting for?" demanded Sergei. "I was told that they found a finger print last night.."
"They did," sighed Mac. "Except they can't find a match in their files...wait!...." she sighed, grabbing her coat and heading for the door.
"Where are you going?" asked Harm, ready to follow her.
"I'm going to JAG. I have an idea." Smirked Mac.
"What would that be?" asked Lauren, wiping away a stray tear.
"You'll see." frowned Mac. She opened her door to a flood of reporters.
"Mrs. Rabb, when did you first realize your children were missing? Could this be some sort of act of aggression from a sour client? Does the military court martial people for bad parenting?" a reporter fired. At the last comment, Mac sighed, pulled her fist back, and let the reporter have it.
"That felt so good." She decided, rubbing her knuckles.
"Come on, dear." Harm sighed. "We've got a job to do.." He led her through the mass of reporters, not commenting on a single thing they said. It took nearly five minutes for Harm, Mac, Sergei, and Lauren to all make it safely to the car.
"Would you please let me in on your little idea?" Harm begged.
"The police don't have the fingerprint in their files, right?" she said in reply. Everyone nodded. "Maybe that's because the person who did this isn't on their files yet?" she suggested.
"What do you mean?" asked Sergei.
"There aren't a whole bunch of people that know that Harm and I and you and Lauren are married Sergei." she explained. "It's mostly just family, friends of family, and..."
"People who have been to the office and seen our name tags!" Lauren realized.
"Are you suggesting someone at the office kidnapped our kids??!" Harm yelled. "Because that may actually be the most farfetched thing I have ever heard you say! It's crazy!"
"She doesn't mean our 'friends' at the office, Harm." Lauren realized.
"One of our clients..." Harm realized. "What about Ramirez?" he suggested. "Has he been catalogued yet?" he asked.
"I don't think so. The military didn't want the DCPD to interfere." Mac sighed.
"And when we talked to him, Ramirez couldn't answer a single question straight foreward." Harm analyzed.
Mac picked up her phone, quickly dialing a number. "Webb!" she yelled. "Two questions. One, was there a Sophia Ramirez that used to work for you? And two, is there a Ryan Johnson working for you now?" she asked.
"Mac, you know I'm not allowed to answer those types of questions." Webb sighed.
"If you don't answer those questions, I am going to cause you serious harm. Now this is IMPORTANT. Answer the question Webb!" she ordered.
"Fine." Webb growled sourly. "A Sophia Ramirez used to work here. But her husband found out, and she didn't want to jeopardize anything, so she quit. He didn't like the idea of her working here anyways. No Ryan Johnson has ever worked here though. At least not in my time.." Webb admitted.
"Thanks, Webb. You may have just helped me solve the case." Mac smiled to Harm, who gave a thumbs up to Lauren and Sergei in the back seat. "Bye." Mac said, hanging up.
"Who are Ryan Johnson and Sophia Ramirez?" asked Sergei.
"Sophia Ramirez was the woman who was murdered last month. Her husband is the prime suspect, and Harm and I are supposed to defend him.." Mac sighed. "Ryan Johnson doesn't exist.." She said this more to Harm than to anyone.
"Then he lied to us!" Harm was outraged.
"He found out Sophia worked for the CIA. Webb says he wasn't very happy about it, and so she quit..so he also knew that she didn't work at the police station.which could also mean that he could've lied about everything else as well.." Mac decided, nodding, and again picking up her cell and dialing a number.
The Admiral picked up on the third ring. "Judge Advocate General's office..Mac?" he realized. "What?!" He listened to Mac detailed report. "Do you think he could've done something like this? Why would he do it if you were going to defend him?"
"Sir, maybe he thought we would figure out he was lying, and this was a way to keep us out of his way for a while. Could you have Gunny check and see if his prints are on the DCPD's files? And if they aren't.. we need to find him." She frowned.
"Will do, Colonel." The Admiral nodded, calling for Gunny. "Are you on your way here?" he asked.
"Yes, sir. We'll be there in five minutes at the latest." Mac sighed.
"I'll be waiting for you outside." the Admiral frowned, hanging up and heading down the stairs.
A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger...