"Cadet Robyn Harmony Latham-Rabb" – Ch01– "Oops!"
AU: What if, just as Mic Brumby arrived to overload Mac's options at the same time as her estranged husband re-appeared in late 1998, Harm found companionship elsewhere – with a long-term consequence? (See Ch 01 for disclaimers).
A/N: "they aren't mine, I'm just playing with them - apart from any character created by myself".
Summary: this is a fictional story, in a fictional (slightly) Alternative Universe, about fictional characters who entertained us in a fictional TV series between 1995 and 2005. Comments and PMs and suggestions are most welcome; I shall update periodically. Mike
Canon: "S04Ep08 "Mr Rabb goes to Washington"- airdate: 10-NOV-1998
A/N: Ch01 – Disney warning of "some sexual activity."
A/N published 05JUN2021: *updated 09JUN2021
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Ch01– "Oops!"
Inspired by a canon episode from 1998:
"Mr Rabb goes to Washington" – S04 Ep08 – Aired 10-Nov-1998
IMDB synopsis: A TV-news network airs a report alleging that during Desert Storm a US Marine team has used sarin gas to assassinate three renegade US civilians working at an Iraqi facility in Kuwait producing chemical WMDs for Saddam Hussein. The three engineers died, as did four Marines, along with a fifth one who committed suicide three months later. Rep. Bobbi Latham requests the services of Harm as an adviser to a House subcommittee investigating the accusation; the admiral agrees. LCdr. Mic Brumby, RAN, both a lawyer and a submariner, arrives at the JAG headquarters for duty as an exchange officer. Mac's long-estranged husband suddenly shows up with complications. Differences come up between Harm and Bobbi, but they work it out - after they catch the reporter in several lies.
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Friday 6th November 1998, 15:56hrs EST
Flashback - Congressional inquiry chamber sub-level 2
Harm was beyond pissed. He'd sat and watched as several cynical, sneering "pinko-liberal" so-called "news experts" had pontificated and lied about a subject which he held dear.
Eventually he had marshalled his resources. Along with Congresswoman Roberta "Bobbi" Latham, he had mounted a very effective, polite but devastatingly-effective counter-attack, which nailed the lies and sank the opposition without trace or come-back.
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Extract from Congressional hearing log:
Lt Commander Harmon 'Harm' Rabb Jr: [making a statement in a congressional committee] I have a question for Congressman Martin. Why is it people are so willing to believe the worse of our military? Why are the people who put it on the line like this person
[indicating Sgt Morrison]
Lt Commander Harmon 'Harm' Rabb Jr: the last to be trusted, and people like this
[indicating Dale Nalporte]
Lt Commander Harmon 'Harm' Rabb Jr: the first?
End Flashback
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With the hearing concluded (and military honour restored), he packed his briefcase and strode off towards the entrance. A rapid tapping of stiletto heels, closing in on his six, alerted him to "incoming".
"Congresswoman; I didn't think you would want me around for the Press conferences, after my stated opinions?"
She smiled and took his arm casually, leaned in conspiratorially and guided him behind a pillar, seeking some privacy. She smiled up at him as she replied.
"Well, Commander, that is where you are a small part right but a whole lot wrong. Look, once this is over could we go back to being 'Harm and Bobbi'? I kinda liked it when we were preparing for the inquiry."
She paused and looked at him, as a serious expression took over her face. "Or is Mac flashing the 'RTB' bat-signal from JAG towers in Gotham City?"
Harm had a sudden vision of Bobbi in a leather or rubber Batwoman costume! For some reason, he had discounted a Catwoman trope. He ruthlessly stamped down the images before replying.
"No Bobbi, Mac is on her own." He sighed before explaining. "She is currently addressing the matter of her ex-husband, who has just crawled out of the woodwork with complications after years of silence. She's also handling a newly-arrived randy Australian Exchange officer who thinks he's God's gift to the unattached 'Sheilas' of the world - and frankly I have had enough of picking up her pieces after nearly two years. She's a big girl – she keeps telling me that she's a Marine – and I reckon she can live with that!"
He cracked a smile as his mood brightened considerably. "So, Bobbi, should we plan a celebration of our Congressional victory, Madam Congresswoman?"
"Definitely! Look, Harm; I need to go schmooze with the reporters on Capitol Hill for a while then I am off-duty for the weekend. Could I offer to show you the DC of Roberta Latham?"
"Yes please Bobbi – and we should find somewhere to celebrate this victory for truth, justice and the American Way."
"Sailor, I like the way you think! Meet in my office in an hour?"
"You got it, ma'am." He flipped her a mock-salute and strolled off towards the Congressional office suites complex where her assistant Candice was already preparing the papers for the following week's activities in the world of Bobbi Latham.
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An hour later, they were walking towards the parking garage where Norman, Bobbi's faithful chauffeur, protector and general-factotum, was standing by the rear door of the Town Car awaiting their arrival.
"The apartment please, Norman, then that will be it until 0700 Monday thanks." She smiled at him, stepping aside to let Harm's long legs slide him across to the far side of the passenger cabin. Then she followed him into the sanctuary of the limo and latched her seatbelt, slipping off the stilettos and relaxing into the comforting embrace of leather upholstery.
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Friday 6th November 1998 - 20:24hrs EST
Congresswoman Latham's apartment, Watergate South
The Watergate Complex, 700 New Hampshire Ave NW, Washington, DC 20037,
After sharing cooking duties in the luxuriously-appointed kitchen area, Harm and Bobbi had enjoyed their meals in the dining room. Bobbi had surprised Harm by easily agreeing to what she called "an evening of rabbit food" and she had watched with interest as he had prepared several interesting vegetarian dishes. They had finished with her childhood favourite – strawberries dipped in molten chocolate – before retiring to the super-soft over-stuffed sofa, where they stretched out alongside each other.
She sighed contentedly, then surprised Harm once more by edging closer to him and leaning a hand gently onto his chest, looking into his eyes.
"Wow, Bobbi; this is a surprise." She noted that he wasn't resisting, but she needed to be sure.
"Really Harm? We are – as far as I know – both single, free and heterosexual. Also, you were pretty clear earlier that Mac isn't in your orbit (which several of my fellow females had recently assumed was your reason for steering clear of all of us)."
She paused, eyebrow raised questioningly. He picked up on her unspoken question.
"No, Mac and I are friends."
He sighed slightly. "I reckon, Bobbi, that we always will be now; never anything more."
He snorted. "Jeez, the men that she picks."
Bobbi took both his hands inside her smaller hands, pressed them together then looked into his eyes.
"But, if you aren't doing the horizontal tango with your Marine security blanket, what the heck? Are you free and available, Harm, or is there something going on that we need to know about before I head for a cold shower?"
"Hell no, don't you go wasting cold water, Bobbi!" He smiled; "Besides, I can think of a much better idea for a warm shower for two."
"Hmm, you can?"
"Hell yes, I can – but maybe showering together in a coupla hours, perhaps?"
She pulled herself up his chest and captured his mouth. "Now, Sailor, you're talkin' ma kinda language!"
"Yes ma'am!"
"So, I get to show you how I can use six feet four inches of prime USN Sailor?"
"Hell yes, madam Congresswoman!"
"Harm – screw the job titles!"
"Yes Bobbi."
She began unbuttoning his uniform dress shirt, as he began unbuttoning her formal work shirt. They stretched out along the sofa, as their bodies steadily became more-familiar with each other. After about an hour, Bobbi came up for air, reached for his belt and freed him from his uniform pants.
She kissed him, whispered "be right back, just need to prepare" then headed off towards the bathroom, situated at the far end of the apartment. She was back within three minutes, kicking off her heels as she approached the sofa. Harm noticed that her legs were bare, freed from the customary thigh-high stay-up stockings which he had first noticed a while back, as she had stepped around a corner of the Capitol Building on a very windy day a few weeks previously. Just sometimes, a guy could be grateful for the November weather in DC! At the time, she had caught his glance, smiling and mock-reprimanding him with a comment about "randy sailors" as they battled the wind-tunnel on the corner of the building. Fortunately, there had been no Press photographers around.
Reaching out, she stripped off his boxers as he raised his buttocks and then she straddled him on the settee, bracing his thighs. She lowered her hips above him and he suddenly realised that she was naked beneath the skirt of her business suit. He realised that she could have stood, dressed this way, before Congress, the Press Corps or the President ("Oh heck no, forget the idea of the President!" he suddenly corrected himself - he'd want her to be 'armoured' for that encounter!) and no-one would know. Her toned body indicated that the chocolate/calorie intake was an occasional indulgence. The closeness of her willing body excited him further - and he had no problem with this powerful woman taking charge.
He gripped her hips and looked up at her.
"Bobbi, I'm not prepared for this…"
She bent down and kissed him on the lips – inadvertently bringing her hot centre into contact with his stiffening length. She bowed her head to look down the length of their bodies and the biological display unfolding between them, then looked back up into his eyes. "Don't worry Harm, I told you that I just took care of that. Now come show me how you'd seal a Congressional deal, Sailor."
"Aye-aye, Madam Congresswoman!"
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Almost an hour passed, before the two sated adults stirred, rolled off the sofa and stumbled, arm-in-arm, towards the bedroom to continue with the next part of this fantastic, unplanned night.
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Saturday 7th November 1998 - 09:44hrs EST
Congresswoman Latham's apartment, Watergate South
The Watergate Complex, 700 New Hampshire Ave NW, Washington, DC 20037,
After an energetic night – and a "round three" at about 0430hrs if Harm had read the clock correctly – Harm and Bobbi awoke together and, true to Harm's promise of the previous evening, used up a lot of hot water in cleaning each other and learning about the intricate details of each other's bodies.
The Watergate South concierge had distributed the weekend editions of the New York Times and the Washington Post to the doormat outside the apartment. With a dressing-gown covering her naked modesty, Bobbi collected both newspapers and carried them to the dining table, where she sat admiring the interplay of muscles on her naked USN stud, as he made the coffee. The muscles were still well-defined, even though he was hauling an F-14 around the skies less frequently these days.
"I'm not kicking this one out of bed for a while - he could very well be a keeper" was her only conscious thought, before his sensitive lips sought her out once more as he placed the coffee tray back onto the table.
"Harm; I would like more of this – but only if you do. I know now that you are free and single and I'd like to know more and to get to know you even better."
She paused, a brief expression of concern crossing her face.
"However, Sailor, if that doesn't suit you then just tell me know and I would be delighted to part with just happy memories of one wonderful night."
Harm sat for a moment, sipping his mug of hot coffee, before responding.
"Bobbi, last night was great for me as well as you; you made some sounds which I've never heard before – and I would like to explore further and longer - by which I mean a lot longer, if you agree?"
"OK, any idea how long?"
"Well, I would not complain if you were my girl in port for as long as I'm in the Navy. Oh and yes, I am free, single and completely unattached, to formally answer your question."
Bobbi was impressed by Harm's honesty - a straight answer from a lawyer! "Wow - heavy. But it actually sounds good – I won't see 38 again and this seems good, based upon our previous interactions, Harm."
She leaned in. "Now, could I persuade you to ultimately retire to Motown when you've got your twenty in, or whenever? I reckon my home city needs a good lawyer."
She sat back, awaiting his response, which wasn't long in coming. He thought through his answer - the conversation had suddenly become very serious and yet he was not at all concerned. This was the time and this was the woman - beautiful, powerful, self-assured and clearly expressing an interest in him.
"Now that, Congresswoman, sounds like a plan; but what about your constituents?"
"Screw 'em. I represent them, they don't get to dictate my chastity or sexual freedom." She sighed. "Besides, with the Lewinsky hearing wrapping up last month, I reckon everyone is just about bored spitless with sexual shenanigans in DC."
She leaned in and kissed him once again, then whispered: "My apartment; my man; my body; my rules!"
"Atta-girl - if I could add 'my woman'?"
His hands, actively stroking her, caused her to lean back in her seat and open her legs once more as she responded.
"Sure, Harm - somewhere around 4AM that became a given, as far as I am concerned."
She leaned in and kissed him once more.
"Come on sailor - that sofa looks far more comfortable. I'll get a blanket."
"Hell yeah."
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He sighed gently as they settled onto the sofa, then looked once more into her eyes as his fingers began to explore, everso-gently and everso-seductively, the secret neat clump of curls at the top of her legs. She moaned, relaxed into the sofa and opened slowly to facilitate his further probing, then she closed her legs – trapping his hand – as she leaned forward to whisper in his ear again.
"Sailor, I think that Congress has accepted the resolution."
"Oh good; the naval fleet is very happy with its new naval base, Congresswoman."
"Just make sure that this fleet only ever docks here."
"Agreed, Madam Congresswoman - exclusive port services, worldwide!"
She groaned at his "joke", just as a thought occurred to Harm from the previous night.
"Bobbi, how do you feel about a Batwoman costume for a fancy-dress ball some time?"
"With you in a matching Batman costume? Bring it on, Sailor!"
"Thanks Bobbi."
She looked at him once more, as a thought occurred to her.
"Harm?"
"Mmm?" He was heading back to sleep, despite broad daylight and coffee. She smiled - she was beginning to enjoy knowing that he could relax totally in her company.
"These costumes we are going to design?"
"Mmm?"
"Rubber or leather?"
"...zzzzzzzz"
Leaving him to doze, she settled back on the sofa, resolving to research some costume shops (and online suppliers, given the winter chill) later in the weekend! She had always preferred the aroma and feel of leather...
She soon joined her new lover in surrendering to a lazy Saturday morning of slumber.
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Even then, neither would have worried about the naval base jokes, had they known that they had just laid down the keel of the new "USS/USNA Latham-Rabb", in the dry dock during that preceding night.
Fleet commissioning somewhere around 2021 beckoned!
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End of "Cadet Robyn Harmony Latham-Rabb" Ch01– "Oops!"
Mike, United Kingdom, 05-06-2021