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June 21-
I know it has been awhile since I have written, almost a whole month to be exact, but things have been real busy around here. So to get all caught up, maybe I should get start at the beginning.
After my foot moved, Frank took me to the emergency room, where mom met me there. After explaining my condition to the doctors, they did a serious of tests, and within a few hours, I was taking my first steps in almost six months.
The team of doctors, (There were quite a few who took an interest in this "miraculous case") told me that I would have to undergo extreme physical therapy to be walking again. But the thing that hit me the most is what he said next.
"If all goes well, maybe by January, provided that you pass the physical exam, maybe you could even return to the Navy."
And that's all it took. I signed up for the therapy.
It was overwhelming to say the least, a chance to return to JAG, a chance to return to Mac.
June 21-
[An excerpt from Mac's Journal]
With the case wrapped up, everything got back to normal at JAG. Well as normal as things can get with Lindsey in the picture. Ever since Harm left, a piece of JAG left with him. It just was never the same when he left. There was no one to tease, when we would get called into the Admirals office. No more late nights at each others places when there was a big case to work on, or when we just wanted to take a break from it all. And I miss all of that; I really do.
I got an e mail from Harm a few days ago just to tell me that everything was getting back to normal after the big upset with John Sanders being a terrorist sympathizer. Although the e mail was pretty long, with him going on about how much he missed Washington, and maybe he would visit soon, I could tell that he wasn't telling me something, like he was holding something back. But there wasn't much I could do about it from here.
July 2-
I remember telling asking the Admiral or Harm, about if killing Singer would be considered justifiable homicide. Today I mentioned that to Bud, because I was about at the end of my rope with Lindsey, he was just driving me crazy. He had made friends with Commander Rice, and the two of them are just too much for me, and Sturgis isn't being much help.
He seems to have slid deeper into his own little world, and just doesn't interact with anyone anymore. The Admiral told me if we didn't need him so bad, he would send Sturgis on a long vacation, preferably to California to get things straightened out with Harm.
August 16th:
I know it has been awhile since I have written, but the last month seemed to be the month for assault. I must have tried more assault cases this last month, then in the past year. Everyone at JAG has been so busy that no one seemed to be getting together outside of work anymore. The JAG softball game was canceled, and so was the picnic and I think above anyone else, that disappointed Harriet more then anyone else. But I didn't really mind missing out on those things. Having to spend time outside the office with Commander Rice and Lindsey just seemed too much to bear.
September 20th:
Another month coming to an end, and with the case load at a lull, I realized that I haven't heard from Harm in over a month! How in the hell could I have let that happen? I remember he did send me a short e mail awhile ago, telling me that he was doing fine, taking some time off of work.but I couldn't remember why.
I sighed and threw down my pen and gave a frustrated sigh, grabbing the attention of Lieutenant Commander Rice. Walking into my office, without asking, he closed the door and sat down. I bit back a remark just wanting him to say what he had to say and the get out.
"Frustrated Colonel?"
"I guess you could say that?"
"I hope you're not letting it affect your work," he said almost like he was teasing, but with just a hint of resentment.
I chose my words carefully.
Commander Rice, what gives you the right to just walk right into my office, ignoring all military courtesy, and think you can tell me how to do my job?" But before he could answer I went on. "I know you haven't been here long, but that doesn't give you the right to treat people like you are. You have already been brought to trial for that once, keep this up, and you might just find yourself going down that road again."
"Is that a threat Colonel?" He said seeming somewhat amused.
"No, it's a promise. And I don't make I don't intend to keep, and to keep you from making any other career ending mistakes, dismissed."
He snapped to attention and left. Feeling somewhat better, I decided it maybe was time to send Harm an e mail.
[An excerpt from Harm's journal]
Dec. 1st:
As of today, my physical training is over. The doctors, say if I want, I could return back with the Navy. When I talked to the firm about it, they offered me twice what I was making now, and more benefits, but as good as that sounded, I just didn't know.
Do I go back?
TBC
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June 21-
I know it has been awhile since I have written, almost a whole month to be exact, but things have been real busy around here. So to get all caught up, maybe I should get start at the beginning.
After my foot moved, Frank took me to the emergency room, where mom met me there. After explaining my condition to the doctors, they did a serious of tests, and within a few hours, I was taking my first steps in almost six months.
The team of doctors, (There were quite a few who took an interest in this "miraculous case") told me that I would have to undergo extreme physical therapy to be walking again. But the thing that hit me the most is what he said next.
"If all goes well, maybe by January, provided that you pass the physical exam, maybe you could even return to the Navy."
And that's all it took. I signed up for the therapy.
It was overwhelming to say the least, a chance to return to JAG, a chance to return to Mac.
June 21-
[An excerpt from Mac's Journal]
With the case wrapped up, everything got back to normal at JAG. Well as normal as things can get with Lindsey in the picture. Ever since Harm left, a piece of JAG left with him. It just was never the same when he left. There was no one to tease, when we would get called into the Admirals office. No more late nights at each others places when there was a big case to work on, or when we just wanted to take a break from it all. And I miss all of that; I really do.
I got an e mail from Harm a few days ago just to tell me that everything was getting back to normal after the big upset with John Sanders being a terrorist sympathizer. Although the e mail was pretty long, with him going on about how much he missed Washington, and maybe he would visit soon, I could tell that he wasn't telling me something, like he was holding something back. But there wasn't much I could do about it from here.
July 2-
I remember telling asking the Admiral or Harm, about if killing Singer would be considered justifiable homicide. Today I mentioned that to Bud, because I was about at the end of my rope with Lindsey, he was just driving me crazy. He had made friends with Commander Rice, and the two of them are just too much for me, and Sturgis isn't being much help.
He seems to have slid deeper into his own little world, and just doesn't interact with anyone anymore. The Admiral told me if we didn't need him so bad, he would send Sturgis on a long vacation, preferably to California to get things straightened out with Harm.
August 16th:
I know it has been awhile since I have written, but the last month seemed to be the month for assault. I must have tried more assault cases this last month, then in the past year. Everyone at JAG has been so busy that no one seemed to be getting together outside of work anymore. The JAG softball game was canceled, and so was the picnic and I think above anyone else, that disappointed Harriet more then anyone else. But I didn't really mind missing out on those things. Having to spend time outside the office with Commander Rice and Lindsey just seemed too much to bear.
September 20th:
Another month coming to an end, and with the case load at a lull, I realized that I haven't heard from Harm in over a month! How in the hell could I have let that happen? I remember he did send me a short e mail awhile ago, telling me that he was doing fine, taking some time off of work.but I couldn't remember why.
I sighed and threw down my pen and gave a frustrated sigh, grabbing the attention of Lieutenant Commander Rice. Walking into my office, without asking, he closed the door and sat down. I bit back a remark just wanting him to say what he had to say and the get out.
"Frustrated Colonel?"
"I guess you could say that?"
"I hope you're not letting it affect your work," he said almost like he was teasing, but with just a hint of resentment.
I chose my words carefully.
Commander Rice, what gives you the right to just walk right into my office, ignoring all military courtesy, and think you can tell me how to do my job?" But before he could answer I went on. "I know you haven't been here long, but that doesn't give you the right to treat people like you are. You have already been brought to trial for that once, keep this up, and you might just find yourself going down that road again."
"Is that a threat Colonel?" He said seeming somewhat amused.
"No, it's a promise. And I don't make I don't intend to keep, and to keep you from making any other career ending mistakes, dismissed."
He snapped to attention and left. Feeling somewhat better, I decided it maybe was time to send Harm an e mail.
[An excerpt from Harm's journal]
Dec. 1st:
As of today, my physical training is over. The doctors, say if I want, I could return back with the Navy. When I talked to the firm about it, they offered me twice what I was making now, and more benefits, but as good as that sounded, I just didn't know.
Do I go back?
TBC
PLEASE REVIEW! The next chapter should be up soon.