Sequel to "London Times". I recommend reading it first, in order to better
understand this one.
Spoilers: Everything up to Christmas of seventh season.
Disclaimer: I own neither JAG nor its characters. However, Agent Catherine Grey, Deputy Director Fallon, Director Anderson, and the Iraqi characters are mine.
She shot up into a sitting position, clutching the sheet to her chest. Her breathing was quick and heavy, her heart racing. She was drenched in a cold sweat. She looked frantically around the darkened room, but the sight of the peaceful shadows cast by the moonlight seemed to sooth her.
"Phew," she sighed, falling back against her pillows, "Just a dream. Oh, thank God."
She brushed her tangled, wet hair off her forehead and straightened the sheet around her. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and snuggled more deeply into the pillow.
Then, the phone rang, causing her to shoot upright once more. She scrambled over the bed and reached for the phone.
"Hello?" she said anxiously, "Yes, this is she." There was a pause, "Missing? When?" Another pause, "And you waited this long to alert me?" She paused again. "No, I'm on my way in now."
Spoilers: Everything up to Christmas of seventh season.
Disclaimer: I own neither JAG nor its characters. However, Agent Catherine Grey, Deputy Director Fallon, Director Anderson, and the Iraqi characters are mine.
She shot up into a sitting position, clutching the sheet to her chest. Her breathing was quick and heavy, her heart racing. She was drenched in a cold sweat. She looked frantically around the darkened room, but the sight of the peaceful shadows cast by the moonlight seemed to sooth her.
"Phew," she sighed, falling back against her pillows, "Just a dream. Oh, thank God."
She brushed her tangled, wet hair off her forehead and straightened the sheet around her. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and snuggled more deeply into the pillow.
Then, the phone rang, causing her to shoot upright once more. She scrambled over the bed and reached for the phone.
"Hello?" she said anxiously, "Yes, this is she." There was a pause, "Missing? When?" Another pause, "And you waited this long to alert me?" She paused again. "No, I'm on my way in now."
