Disclaimer: Don't own JAG, blah blah blah
From Chapter 1:
Across town Sarah MacKenzie was writing something else, her tears making her vision blurry. Then she reached for her bottle of anti-depressants that her therapist prescribed and her bottle of vodka, contemplating what she would do first.
Chapter 2:
Mac was curled on the floor when Harm found her. He crouched down to her, trying to pick her up. She shrank away from him more and more with every effort he made.
"Sarah, it's me. It's Harm. I'm here," he said soothingly.
"Doesn't want me, doesn't need me, doesn't love me…Doesn't want me, doesn't need me, doesn't love me…" was all she said.
"Oh Sarah, that's not true," he said as he gathered her into his arms.
He wrapped her in a blanket and drove her to the hospital.
Four hours later, she was sedated and resting in a troubled state in the psychiatric ward at Bethesda. Harm had called the Admiral by then and the two were standing outside her room looking in.
"What did the doctor say Harm?"
"He doesn't know what brought this on or how long she will be like this. He said that he will call me tomorrow with her test results and I plan on being here with her as much as I can."
"Understood. I'll call you later and we can figure out what to do with her cases."
"Yes, sir. Thank you for coming down."
Harm turned back to the window, arms crossed at his chest, fatigue and worry on his face.
"Sarah, what went wrong? How can I help?"