For information see Pt 1
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1430 Zulu
Fall's Church, VA
JAG Headquarters
Conference Room
"We've been over the evidence, Ma'am. It seems pretty cut and dry. Aboard the USS Essex Petty Officer Jennifer Coates cornered midshipman Michael Nelson just outside the comm room and proceeded to assault him. Resulting with midshipman Nelson having two cracked ribs and a broken nose."
"Don't forget, Lieutenant, that our client has a broken arm." Said Jason, his soft voice full of conviction.
"The problem is that this is too cut and dry. What possible reason could the P.O. have for attacking Nelson?" Sarah asked.
"With all due respect, Sarah, isn't that something we should be asking you? P.O. Coates is your client."
"Well, Harm, even if I knew I wouldn't tell you. You have heard of Lawyer- Client confidentiality haven't you?"
"Of course I have, but why wouldn't she tell you? A claim of self-defense is the only thing that can exonerate her."
"I'm guessing that she thinks that whatever she does now, she's only digging her grave deeper, Sir." Bud ventured a hypothesis.
"Well, then I sup-"
Harm was cut off by a cell phone ringing. It was Sarah's
"MacKenzie here...Oh hi Ryan...No, I can go to lunch today...I'm sorry, it's work...Yes, this is important! ...No, it's not like that...Can we talk about this later, tonight? .. ..Fine...I'll see you tomorrow."
Sarah hung up the phone and sighed.
Harm's heart tightened for two reasons. One: the fact that Sarah looked like she was about to cry and Two: the thought that she might have a significant other scared him for an unexplainable reason.
Jason looked at her carefully.
"Was that Mr. Dylan?" he asked quietly.
Sarah shot him a sharp look and straightened her back, seemingly gathering her control and she once again looked fine, except her eyes had a sad gleam in them.
None of this went unnoticed by Harm. Just the thought that this Mr. Ryan Dylan could be causing her any sort of grief made him want to pound the man's teeth down his throat. Harm shook his head slightly. This is crazy! Having an irrational anger towards a man that may or may not be making a woman he just met unhappy.
"Something wrong, Commander?" Jason asked, seeing Harm shake his head.
"No, Mr. Tiner, I was just thinking that I will request an immediate investigation be conducted to find out the truth about what happened between Petty Officer Coates and Midshipmen Nelson aboard the USS Essex. I will speak with our CO about this."
"Well, Harm, give AJ my regards and also mention that Jason and I wish to be a part of this investigation."
"I'm sorry Sarah, but I don't think that would be for the best. There's no telling how dangerous an investigation could b-."
"I'll have you know, Commander Rabb, that I can hold my own, and I will not be satisfied by reading your reports. I will be a part of this investigation!"
"I'm not sure the Admiral will agree."
"Then just remind the Admiral who I am."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Ask him"
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(AN: If you think this is worth continuing then I'll need some reviews.)
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1430 Zulu
Fall's Church, VA
JAG Headquarters
Conference Room
"We've been over the evidence, Ma'am. It seems pretty cut and dry. Aboard the USS Essex Petty Officer Jennifer Coates cornered midshipman Michael Nelson just outside the comm room and proceeded to assault him. Resulting with midshipman Nelson having two cracked ribs and a broken nose."
"Don't forget, Lieutenant, that our client has a broken arm." Said Jason, his soft voice full of conviction.
"The problem is that this is too cut and dry. What possible reason could the P.O. have for attacking Nelson?" Sarah asked.
"With all due respect, Sarah, isn't that something we should be asking you? P.O. Coates is your client."
"Well, Harm, even if I knew I wouldn't tell you. You have heard of Lawyer- Client confidentiality haven't you?"
"Of course I have, but why wouldn't she tell you? A claim of self-defense is the only thing that can exonerate her."
"I'm guessing that she thinks that whatever she does now, she's only digging her grave deeper, Sir." Bud ventured a hypothesis.
"Well, then I sup-"
Harm was cut off by a cell phone ringing. It was Sarah's
"MacKenzie here...Oh hi Ryan...No, I can go to lunch today...I'm sorry, it's work...Yes, this is important! ...No, it's not like that...Can we talk about this later, tonight? .. ..Fine...I'll see you tomorrow."
Sarah hung up the phone and sighed.
Harm's heart tightened for two reasons. One: the fact that Sarah looked like she was about to cry and Two: the thought that she might have a significant other scared him for an unexplainable reason.
Jason looked at her carefully.
"Was that Mr. Dylan?" he asked quietly.
Sarah shot him a sharp look and straightened her back, seemingly gathering her control and she once again looked fine, except her eyes had a sad gleam in them.
None of this went unnoticed by Harm. Just the thought that this Mr. Ryan Dylan could be causing her any sort of grief made him want to pound the man's teeth down his throat. Harm shook his head slightly. This is crazy! Having an irrational anger towards a man that may or may not be making a woman he just met unhappy.
"Something wrong, Commander?" Jason asked, seeing Harm shake his head.
"No, Mr. Tiner, I was just thinking that I will request an immediate investigation be conducted to find out the truth about what happened between Petty Officer Coates and Midshipmen Nelson aboard the USS Essex. I will speak with our CO about this."
"Well, Harm, give AJ my regards and also mention that Jason and I wish to be a part of this investigation."
"I'm sorry Sarah, but I don't think that would be for the best. There's no telling how dangerous an investigation could b-."
"I'll have you know, Commander Rabb, that I can hold my own, and I will not be satisfied by reading your reports. I will be a part of this investigation!"
"I'm not sure the Admiral will agree."
"Then just remind the Admiral who I am."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Ask him"
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(AN: If you think this is worth continuing then I'll need some reviews.)