Disclaimer: CBS, Paramount, & the brilliant (I'm not worthy,
I'm not
worthy...) Donald P. Bellisario (not me) own JAG, the sexy Harmon
Rabb, Jr., the awesomely cool Sarah MacKenzie and all their friends
and coworkers. I only wish I owned them. Then Gumby and Video Twit
would have been gone long ago. So, should any of TPTB see this, I
hope you like it, and please don't sue me.
Thanks to: Dear Sister Jackie (that makes you sound like a nun), you
are my best friend and my psychic sister, and I love ya even though
we haven't met yet. I'm counting the days 'til Feb.! Thank
you also
to everyone who read the "original" and told me you liked it. Also,
thanks to all who beta read for me. I couldn't have done it without
you.
Author's notes: **Some of you may have read this before, but I
thought it could have been better, so I rewrote it for an English
project...oops. No one was supposed to know that. (Let's just
keep it
a little secret. Mr. Ovalle, you never saw this.) I might rewrite the
others, but let's see how quickly Ovalle catches on. **I realize that
some things have happened since this story was first "published," but
I have tried to keep the story the way it was before all of that.
~~~~~~
MAY 18, 1776
WILLIAMSBURG, VIRGINIA
"Edward, it has been three months since you asked for my hand in
marriage. After much consideration, I have decided to marry you,"
Felicity Davidson told Edward Smythe.
Just then, William Merriman ran over to the couple. "Felicity, I love
you. I now know that I have always loved you. Please, marry me."
Edward replied, "I'm sorry, Will, she just said she'd marry me."
William walked away. "Felicity, be happy." As he spoke, a horse,
pulling a cart, became spooked and reared up, then broke free from
the cart. William was caught under the horse's front hooves as it
began to run, and he was shoved to the ground. Felicity managed to
calm the horse. When she saw William motionless on the ground, she
screamed and ran to where he lay. She kneeled next to him. Fighting
to speak, William said, "I love you, Felicity."
"I love you, too, William." Felicity leaned over to kiss him. When
she raised her head, William was dead. Felicity allowed Edward to
lead her away.
~~~~~~
0530 ROMEO
SARAH MACKENZIE'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN
Mac woke with a start. Jingo was still asleep at the foot of Mac's
bed, unaware of his mistress' fright. It was all so real, she
thought. And it was so scary. Once her fear had subsided, she shook
Jingo awake. "Come on, let's go for a run and think about something
else for a while." She changed into some sweats and put Jingo on a
leash.
~~~~~
0745 ROMEO
JAG HEADQUARTERS
FALLS CHURCH, VIRGINIA
"Hi, Mac," Harm called as he walked into Mac's office. Mac looked up,
her face pale, as if she had seen a ghost. "What's wrong?" he asked,
concerned. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine," Mac answered. "Just give me a second." She
looked at Harm. The eyes--she had seen them in her dream. But the
navy commander that stood before her was different from the
revolutionary patriot that she had seen only hours ago. She took a
deep breath. "So do you need the folder from the O'Connor
investigation?"
~ ~ ~
1649 ROMEO
"Mac, can you come in here a second?" Harm asked as Mac walked by his
office.
"Sure. What's up?"
"Could you come over tomorrow? I think we need to go over some things
before this case starts. Is lunchtime okay? I'll get us a pizza."
"Sure," Mac replied, somewhat warily. She had been a little on edge
every time she saw Harm. But maybe tomorrow will be better, she
thought. "What time? How's eleven?" she asked.
"Great!" Harm answered. "See you then."
~~~~~~
MAY 1794
PARIS, FRANCE
"Oh, Louis!" Marie Nicole sobbed. "Why Jean-Luc?"
"Marie Nicole, don't worry about Jean-Luc." He will be fine," Louis
told her as he led his new fiancee down the path, toward the town
square. He turned to cup her chin in his hand. As Marie Nicole looked
up, she saw it. The guillotine.
A tall, dark-haired man was being led to the tower. It would be the last thing he saw, except for the jeering crowd. The executioner allowed the man to say one last thing. "Marie Nicole, my love, I love you!" he cried, and anything else Jean-Luc might have said was silenced forever by the massive silver blade.
~~~~~~
1100 ROMEO
HARM'S APARTMENT
NORTH OF UNION STATION
A knock on the door alerted Harm to Mac's arrival. He crossed the
room to open the door, and Mac stood there in the doorway, examining
her fingernails.
"Hello," Harm said warmly.
Mac looked up from her nails and drew her breath in sharply at the
sight of Harm's face. "Jean-," she started. "Hello." All morning she
had tried to forget the dream. All of that failed when she saw Harm's
face.
"Come in. Sit down." Harm told her. "I got us a pizza; it's on its
way. And I remembered to get half vegetarian, half meat lover's." He
smiled. "Do you want to start now, or wait until the pizza gets
here?" Harm finished as he pulled the case marked "O'Connor" out of his
desk, unaware that Mac, seated on the couch, had closed her eyes and
was talking to herself. Harm turned around. "Mac?"
Mac opened her eyes. "What?"
"Earth to Mac. Are you okay? Do you want to start now or do you want
to wait until the pizza gets here?"
"Oh. Let's wait until the pizza gets here. Food first, work later."
"All right. How are you doing?" Harm asked as he tossed the O'Connor
file on the coffee table and table and sat next to Mac.
"I'm okay. Mic is coming back from Australia on Monday."
Just then the doorbell rang. Harm got up and answered the door, paid
the delivery boy, and walked to the island in the kitchen, where he
set the pizza there. Mac joined Harm in the kitchen. "So what do you
make of this case?" she asked.
"Basically Lieutenant (j.g.) Joseph O'Connor was out for a drink at
the Norfolk NAS O club. He apparently had a few too many. He tried to
get into his car, but a buddy of his, a Lieutenant (j.g.) Kim
Donnelley, tried to stop him, until O'Connor knocked Donnelley
unconscious, then got into his car and drove around for a while until
his car blindsided another. The passenger is fine in a sense, only a
few lacerations, but the driver is in critical condition. She's got
puncture wounds from the shattered glass, broken bones, and has lost
a lot of blood. Some of the glass is pretty close to a few major
organs."
Mac took a bite of her pizza and chewed it thoughtfully. "Should we
wait until we find out what happens to the driver? What's her name?"
"Annette Greenberg."
"OK. So, we wait until Greenberg's condition is set before we draw up
charges?"
"Yeah. Preliminaries are on Friday, so we can drive to the hospital
to see her on Monday."
"All right." Mac yawned.
"You tired?"
"Yeah. I haven't been sleeping too well lately.
"Do you want to take a nap?"
"No I'm fine." Mac answered as she yawned again and blinked her
eyes. "Maybe I should go home, though."
"Nonsense. You shouldn't be driving like this. Go take a nap. You can
use my bed. You need your sleep."
Mac relented. She really did need sleep. "Ok." Harm led her up to his
room where she promptly fell asleep.
***end part 1***
I'm not
worthy...) Donald P. Bellisario (not me) own JAG, the sexy Harmon
Rabb, Jr., the awesomely cool Sarah MacKenzie and all their friends
and coworkers. I only wish I owned them. Then Gumby and Video Twit
would have been gone long ago. So, should any of TPTB see this, I
hope you like it, and please don't sue me.
Thanks to: Dear Sister Jackie (that makes you sound like a nun), you
are my best friend and my psychic sister, and I love ya even though
we haven't met yet. I'm counting the days 'til Feb.! Thank
you also
to everyone who read the "original" and told me you liked it. Also,
thanks to all who beta read for me. I couldn't have done it without
you.
Author's notes: **Some of you may have read this before, but I
thought it could have been better, so I rewrote it for an English
project...oops. No one was supposed to know that. (Let's just
keep it
a little secret. Mr. Ovalle, you never saw this.) I might rewrite the
others, but let's see how quickly Ovalle catches on. **I realize that
some things have happened since this story was first "published," but
I have tried to keep the story the way it was before all of that.
~~~~~~
MAY 18, 1776
WILLIAMSBURG, VIRGINIA
"Edward, it has been three months since you asked for my hand in
marriage. After much consideration, I have decided to marry you,"
Felicity Davidson told Edward Smythe.
Just then, William Merriman ran over to the couple. "Felicity, I love
you. I now know that I have always loved you. Please, marry me."
Edward replied, "I'm sorry, Will, she just said she'd marry me."
William walked away. "Felicity, be happy." As he spoke, a horse,
pulling a cart, became spooked and reared up, then broke free from
the cart. William was caught under the horse's front hooves as it
began to run, and he was shoved to the ground. Felicity managed to
calm the horse. When she saw William motionless on the ground, she
screamed and ran to where he lay. She kneeled next to him. Fighting
to speak, William said, "I love you, Felicity."
"I love you, too, William." Felicity leaned over to kiss him. When
she raised her head, William was dead. Felicity allowed Edward to
lead her away.
~~~~~~
0530 ROMEO
SARAH MACKENZIE'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN
Mac woke with a start. Jingo was still asleep at the foot of Mac's
bed, unaware of his mistress' fright. It was all so real, she
thought. And it was so scary. Once her fear had subsided, she shook
Jingo awake. "Come on, let's go for a run and think about something
else for a while." She changed into some sweats and put Jingo on a
leash.
~~~~~
0745 ROMEO
JAG HEADQUARTERS
FALLS CHURCH, VIRGINIA
"Hi, Mac," Harm called as he walked into Mac's office. Mac looked up,
her face pale, as if she had seen a ghost. "What's wrong?" he asked,
concerned. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine," Mac answered. "Just give me a second." She
looked at Harm. The eyes--she had seen them in her dream. But the
navy commander that stood before her was different from the
revolutionary patriot that she had seen only hours ago. She took a
deep breath. "So do you need the folder from the O'Connor
investigation?"
~ ~ ~
1649 ROMEO
"Mac, can you come in here a second?" Harm asked as Mac walked by his
office.
"Sure. What's up?"
"Could you come over tomorrow? I think we need to go over some things
before this case starts. Is lunchtime okay? I'll get us a pizza."
"Sure," Mac replied, somewhat warily. She had been a little on edge
every time she saw Harm. But maybe tomorrow will be better, she
thought. "What time? How's eleven?" she asked.
"Great!" Harm answered. "See you then."
~~~~~~
MAY 1794
PARIS, FRANCE
"Oh, Louis!" Marie Nicole sobbed. "Why Jean-Luc?"
"Marie Nicole, don't worry about Jean-Luc." He will be fine," Louis
told her as he led his new fiancee down the path, toward the town
square. He turned to cup her chin in his hand. As Marie Nicole looked
up, she saw it. The guillotine.
A tall, dark-haired man was being led to the tower. It would be the last thing he saw, except for the jeering crowd. The executioner allowed the man to say one last thing. "Marie Nicole, my love, I love you!" he cried, and anything else Jean-Luc might have said was silenced forever by the massive silver blade.
~~~~~~
1100 ROMEO
HARM'S APARTMENT
NORTH OF UNION STATION
A knock on the door alerted Harm to Mac's arrival. He crossed the
room to open the door, and Mac stood there in the doorway, examining
her fingernails.
"Hello," Harm said warmly.
Mac looked up from her nails and drew her breath in sharply at the
sight of Harm's face. "Jean-," she started. "Hello." All morning she
had tried to forget the dream. All of that failed when she saw Harm's
face.
"Come in. Sit down." Harm told her. "I got us a pizza; it's on its
way. And I remembered to get half vegetarian, half meat lover's." He
smiled. "Do you want to start now, or wait until the pizza gets
here?" Harm finished as he pulled the case marked "O'Connor" out of his
desk, unaware that Mac, seated on the couch, had closed her eyes and
was talking to herself. Harm turned around. "Mac?"
Mac opened her eyes. "What?"
"Earth to Mac. Are you okay? Do you want to start now or do you want
to wait until the pizza gets here?"
"Oh. Let's wait until the pizza gets here. Food first, work later."
"All right. How are you doing?" Harm asked as he tossed the O'Connor
file on the coffee table and table and sat next to Mac.
"I'm okay. Mic is coming back from Australia on Monday."
Just then the doorbell rang. Harm got up and answered the door, paid
the delivery boy, and walked to the island in the kitchen, where he
set the pizza there. Mac joined Harm in the kitchen. "So what do you
make of this case?" she asked.
"Basically Lieutenant (j.g.) Joseph O'Connor was out for a drink at
the Norfolk NAS O club. He apparently had a few too many. He tried to
get into his car, but a buddy of his, a Lieutenant (j.g.) Kim
Donnelley, tried to stop him, until O'Connor knocked Donnelley
unconscious, then got into his car and drove around for a while until
his car blindsided another. The passenger is fine in a sense, only a
few lacerations, but the driver is in critical condition. She's got
puncture wounds from the shattered glass, broken bones, and has lost
a lot of blood. Some of the glass is pretty close to a few major
organs."
Mac took a bite of her pizza and chewed it thoughtfully. "Should we
wait until we find out what happens to the driver? What's her name?"
"Annette Greenberg."
"OK. So, we wait until Greenberg's condition is set before we draw up
charges?"
"Yeah. Preliminaries are on Friday, so we can drive to the hospital
to see her on Monday."
"All right." Mac yawned.
"You tired?"
"Yeah. I haven't been sleeping too well lately.
"Do you want to take a nap?"
"No I'm fine." Mac answered as she yawned again and blinked her
eyes. "Maybe I should go home, though."
"Nonsense. You shouldn't be driving like this. Go take a nap. You can
use my bed. You need your sleep."
Mac relented. She really did need sleep. "Ok." Harm led her up to his
room where she promptly fell asleep.
***end part 1***