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Before going any further, please go back and review for chapter two if you have not already done so. How am I suppose to know how I am doing if no one is going to tell me? Give me a break huh?
Thanks so much.
Now on with the story.
(JAG Headquarters: 0900 hours Monday morning.)
As soon as the Admiral got off the phone with Bud he was smiling. The doctors had cleared him to work this case with Harm as long as he didn't over do it, and as long as it didn't interfere with his therapy.
He was glad that Bud was finally coming back to work, even if not back to full duty yet. He had a meeting with Bud this afternoon, and he knew Bud would be thrilled. And Harm really needed the help. The press was having a field day with this case, and he knew things would get even uglier in days to come.
Fade in
(Tuesday night)
(Harm's office: 2200 hours)
Harm knew he should head home soon, but something just wasn't adding up. He had sent Bud home hours ago, but he knew he could go home until he knew what was going on. He had gone through mounds of paper work, relating to the Colonel's itinerary, but found no real reason why he came to the states in the first place. And why the press hadn't known about this till now. Why was his coming to the US so secret?
"What in the hell is going on," Harm muttered to himself.
"I think I can answer some of those questions for you," A deep voice answered.
Harm looked up in surprise to see non other then Clayton Webb leaning against his door frame.
"Webb, I thought you were in-"
"I got called back a few months ago. There was a case that needed my attention."
"The case involving Meg"
"I can neither confirm nor deny that."
"Oh cut the shit Webb. Meg is an old friend of mine, and I know just as well as anyone else that Meg isn't capable of murder."
"It looks to me like your feelings for Meg are clouding your judgment."
"What are you a psychiatrist now?"
"Rabb, if you're to close to this-"
"Damn it Webb! Meg is my friend. Do you really think I would let her be accused of murder! She didn't do it Webb, and I am going to find out who did." He took a deep breath, remembering that Webb said he was here to help. "What information can you give me Clay?" he asked hoping to smooth things over with Webb before he decided to change his mind.
"The Colonel's itinerary," Webb said passing him the thin folder.
"Who knew the Colonel's whereabouts?"
"I don't know."
"Did you know anyone would have a grudge against the Colonel?"
"You mean do I know who would want to kill the Colonel? The answer is no. But I will tell you this," Webb leaned over the desk and spoke softly, "Be careful. You have no idea about what you're getting yourself into. Not to mention Meg-your client." And with that he was gone.
Harm leaned back in his chair as he watched Webb quickly leave the bull pen. Was this killer out to get more then the Colonel's life? Was Meg in danger? Harm put the though aside and went back to the paper work. He had to get ready for the article thirty-two tomorrow, and he would have to ponder Webb cryptic answers later.
(JAG Headquarters: Out Side of the building, 0100 hours)
Harm sighed as he escorted Meg back to the waiting van to take her to the brig. The article thirty-two had gone just as he suspected. A general court martial was being convened, and among other charges, Meg was being charged with first degree murder. Just as she was about get in the van Harm put his hand on her forearm reassuring her that everything was going to be okay.
"Don't worry Meg, it'll be okay."
"I know Harm. I trust you."
For about a spilt second Harm saw a man approaching him out of the corner of his eye, but brushed it off as a reporter. But when he saw that glint of steel, he knew something wasn't right.
The gunman got off two shots before anyone could do anything. Wounding Meg, and killing himself.
Harm quickly applied pressure to the gunshot wound to her abdomen, shouting for someone to call an ambulance. His heart was pounding, as he tried to reassure Meg that it was going to be okay.
(Bethesda Naval Hospital 0500 hours)
Harm sat with his head in his hands on the hard hospital chairs waiting for some word on Meg's condition. She been semi-conscious when they brought her in and all Harm could remember was how much pain she was in.
When he heard approaching footsteps, he shot out of his chair, like his seat was on fire. The doctors face was crest fallen, and Harm knew it wasn't good.
"Well we managed to stabilize her, and control the bleeding-" the doctor hesitated looking at Harm with a sympathetic expression.
"But what?" Harm asked.
"But she lost the baby, I'm sorry," the doctor softly.
Harm stared at the doctor like he had grown a second head. Meg was pregnant?
"Can I see her," Harm asked in a voice that didn't even sound like his own.
"Once we get her settled in the ICU then you can."
"Does she know?"
"No, she is still coming out from under the anesthetic; I thought it would be best if-"
"I'll tell her," Harm said hanging his head.
"Tell her what?" Webb said coming up behind him.
Unlike his usually groomed self, Webb's three piece suit was unkempt, and his hair a mess.
"Tell her what?" Webb asked more firmly.
"She lost her baby. She was pregnant."
Harm was confused by the look he saw on Webb's face. A mixture of shock and grief drained the blood from his face. He took a few steps back shaking his head vigorously.
"No, no, that-that can't be-I-she" but he couldn't seem to put a complete sentence together. Clayton Webb ran for the first time in his life. Running from a bewildered Harm leaving him to only wonder why Webb reacted the way he did. Meanwhile outside, Clayton was throwing up in a near by waste basket.
TBC
(Okay guys, you can put two and two together right? You all know why Webb reacted the way he did? PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!!!!!) Standard disclaimers apply, and thanks to the folks who don't like Meg but are still sticking with this story.)
Before going any further, please go back and review for chapter two if you have not already done so. How am I suppose to know how I am doing if no one is going to tell me? Give me a break huh?
Thanks so much.
Now on with the story.
(JAG Headquarters: 0900 hours Monday morning.)
As soon as the Admiral got off the phone with Bud he was smiling. The doctors had cleared him to work this case with Harm as long as he didn't over do it, and as long as it didn't interfere with his therapy.
He was glad that Bud was finally coming back to work, even if not back to full duty yet. He had a meeting with Bud this afternoon, and he knew Bud would be thrilled. And Harm really needed the help. The press was having a field day with this case, and he knew things would get even uglier in days to come.
Fade in
(Tuesday night)
(Harm's office: 2200 hours)
Harm knew he should head home soon, but something just wasn't adding up. He had sent Bud home hours ago, but he knew he could go home until he knew what was going on. He had gone through mounds of paper work, relating to the Colonel's itinerary, but found no real reason why he came to the states in the first place. And why the press hadn't known about this till now. Why was his coming to the US so secret?
"What in the hell is going on," Harm muttered to himself.
"I think I can answer some of those questions for you," A deep voice answered.
Harm looked up in surprise to see non other then Clayton Webb leaning against his door frame.
"Webb, I thought you were in-"
"I got called back a few months ago. There was a case that needed my attention."
"The case involving Meg"
"I can neither confirm nor deny that."
"Oh cut the shit Webb. Meg is an old friend of mine, and I know just as well as anyone else that Meg isn't capable of murder."
"It looks to me like your feelings for Meg are clouding your judgment."
"What are you a psychiatrist now?"
"Rabb, if you're to close to this-"
"Damn it Webb! Meg is my friend. Do you really think I would let her be accused of murder! She didn't do it Webb, and I am going to find out who did." He took a deep breath, remembering that Webb said he was here to help. "What information can you give me Clay?" he asked hoping to smooth things over with Webb before he decided to change his mind.
"The Colonel's itinerary," Webb said passing him the thin folder.
"Who knew the Colonel's whereabouts?"
"I don't know."
"Did you know anyone would have a grudge against the Colonel?"
"You mean do I know who would want to kill the Colonel? The answer is no. But I will tell you this," Webb leaned over the desk and spoke softly, "Be careful. You have no idea about what you're getting yourself into. Not to mention Meg-your client." And with that he was gone.
Harm leaned back in his chair as he watched Webb quickly leave the bull pen. Was this killer out to get more then the Colonel's life? Was Meg in danger? Harm put the though aside and went back to the paper work. He had to get ready for the article thirty-two tomorrow, and he would have to ponder Webb cryptic answers later.
(JAG Headquarters: Out Side of the building, 0100 hours)
Harm sighed as he escorted Meg back to the waiting van to take her to the brig. The article thirty-two had gone just as he suspected. A general court martial was being convened, and among other charges, Meg was being charged with first degree murder. Just as she was about get in the van Harm put his hand on her forearm reassuring her that everything was going to be okay.
"Don't worry Meg, it'll be okay."
"I know Harm. I trust you."
For about a spilt second Harm saw a man approaching him out of the corner of his eye, but brushed it off as a reporter. But when he saw that glint of steel, he knew something wasn't right.
The gunman got off two shots before anyone could do anything. Wounding Meg, and killing himself.
Harm quickly applied pressure to the gunshot wound to her abdomen, shouting for someone to call an ambulance. His heart was pounding, as he tried to reassure Meg that it was going to be okay.
(Bethesda Naval Hospital 0500 hours)
Harm sat with his head in his hands on the hard hospital chairs waiting for some word on Meg's condition. She been semi-conscious when they brought her in and all Harm could remember was how much pain she was in.
When he heard approaching footsteps, he shot out of his chair, like his seat was on fire. The doctors face was crest fallen, and Harm knew it wasn't good.
"Well we managed to stabilize her, and control the bleeding-" the doctor hesitated looking at Harm with a sympathetic expression.
"But what?" Harm asked.
"But she lost the baby, I'm sorry," the doctor softly.
Harm stared at the doctor like he had grown a second head. Meg was pregnant?
"Can I see her," Harm asked in a voice that didn't even sound like his own.
"Once we get her settled in the ICU then you can."
"Does she know?"
"No, she is still coming out from under the anesthetic; I thought it would be best if-"
"I'll tell her," Harm said hanging his head.
"Tell her what?" Webb said coming up behind him.
Unlike his usually groomed self, Webb's three piece suit was unkempt, and his hair a mess.
"Tell her what?" Webb asked more firmly.
"She lost her baby. She was pregnant."
Harm was confused by the look he saw on Webb's face. A mixture of shock and grief drained the blood from his face. He took a few steps back shaking his head vigorously.
"No, no, that-that can't be-I-she" but he couldn't seem to put a complete sentence together. Clayton Webb ran for the first time in his life. Running from a bewildered Harm leaving him to only wonder why Webb reacted the way he did. Meanwhile outside, Clayton was throwing up in a near by waste basket.
TBC
(Okay guys, you can put two and two together right? You all know why Webb reacted the way he did? PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!!!!!) Standard disclaimers apply, and thanks to the folks who don't like Meg but are still sticking with this story.)