January 23, 2002
1115 Zulu
JAG Headquarters
Falls Church, VA
After calling her mother back and taking an early lunch with Harm, Mac had calmed down quite a bit since reading the letter from Doreen Thompson. Following a few moments of silence after they'd ordered, Mac decided to share with Harm why she had gotten so angry in the first place.
I It's not that I was surprised to find out that Joe had been sleeping around Harm. I was more appalled and upset that he'd played on this woman's heartstrings for almost a year and a half, and then dropped her like a hat to come back to my own personal hell. They only went through a fraction of what my mom and I had been through and no one should have gone through that. I wouldn't wish Joe Mackenzie on anyone.I
Harm had told her that he understood for the most part, what she was going through. He explained that he went through a lot of emotions when he first found out about Sergei. Heck, he'd decked the poor boy. Mac giggled and smiled at the thought. Still, she didn't know what to do. This young woman that was coming to see her was probably scared to death. She picked up the phone and dialed information. I Why not figure out what the mother is like so I can gage how Elizabeth will be? I
A/N I made a mistake in the last chapter when I placed the location of the bus that Elizabeth is on. For the purposes of this chapter, it was supposed to be on the Texas/Louisiana border. So let's just pretend that that's where she was last chapter. ( Sorry.
1015 Zulu 20 Miles south of Shreveport
Elizabeth sat on the side of the road and tried to think positive. Buses break down. Everyday. Then they are fixed and we are on the road again. She thought, bemused. They'd been stopped for five minutes, but Elizabeth could tell by the look on the bus drivers face and the tone of his voice that it was going to be a long time before the bus got going again. "Great, can we throw any more monkey wrenches into my plan? CAN WE?!!" Liz yelled. This caught then attention of several passengers, including her seatmate. Turning red, Liz tried to hide behind the log she was sitting on.
"I don't think yelling at nothing is going to help anything." David told her. Liz looked up at her friendly seatmate and tried to smile. "It's hard to be happy about a stop when it's an unplanned one and puts a major wrench in your weekend plans." Liz mumbled back. She ran a hand through her unruly brown tresses and tried to calm down just a tad. At least she had good company. "David" wasn't all that bad to look at. Easily 6-4 and well built. "I'm sorry that this trip seems to be going so bad for you. Where you headed?" Liz smiled. She realized, probably at the same time David did, that for all their chatting through Texas, they'd never once mentioned where they were headed.
"Do you want the long complicated version of that answer or do you want the short and to the point?" Liz asked. David took a moment to think about it. "Option one please. If that's ok with you, I don't want to pressure."David began, but Liz stopped him mid sentence. "It doesn't bother me at all. The more I talk about it, the better this whole trip may sound. Cause right now, I'm not even sure if sitting in the middle of Louisiana is such a great way to go off meeting someone." Liz finished. David looked at her kind of hurt. "Oh I don't mean you. Not at all." Liz recovered. "I'm on my way to DC to meet my long lost sister who probably doesn't know I exist and I'm kind of worried that she'll kick my ass because she's a Marine and then she'll sue my ass because she a lawyer." Liz finished.
"David" really didn't know how to reply to that. He knew all of the details already of course. He'd planted the box in her mother's closet just so Liz would take this trip. "Wow, sounds kind of complicated." "David" finally got out. "She's a Marine and a lawyer. Hey wait, does she work at JAG?" he ventured. Liz' eyes went wide. "Y-you know her? How? What's she like, is she like Demi Moore in G.I. Jane or Demi Moore in A Few Good Men?" David had to cover her mouth just to get a word in. "I haven't met her. So I don't know. I'm on my way to see my mentor, a Navy Lawyer. His name is Harmon Rabb. All the articles that I've saved of him have mentioned his partner, a marine lawyer by the name of." David began but Liz finished. She could hug him. "Sarah Mackenzie. Do you have those clippings with you? Are there pictures? There weren't any pictures." Liz continued asking questions as David pulled out the clippings. He had the girl right where he wanted her. All Clark Palmer had to do now was wait.
After calling her mother back and taking an early lunch with Harm, Mac had calmed down quite a bit since reading the letter from Doreen Thompson. Following a few moments of silence after they'd ordered, Mac decided to share with Harm why she had gotten so angry in the first place.
I It's not that I was surprised to find out that Joe had been sleeping around Harm. I was more appalled and upset that he'd played on this woman's heartstrings for almost a year and a half, and then dropped her like a hat to come back to my own personal hell. They only went through a fraction of what my mom and I had been through and no one should have gone through that. I wouldn't wish Joe Mackenzie on anyone.I
Harm had told her that he understood for the most part, what she was going through. He explained that he went through a lot of emotions when he first found out about Sergei. Heck, he'd decked the poor boy. Mac giggled and smiled at the thought. Still, she didn't know what to do. This young woman that was coming to see her was probably scared to death. She picked up the phone and dialed information. I Why not figure out what the mother is like so I can gage how Elizabeth will be? I
A/N I made a mistake in the last chapter when I placed the location of the bus that Elizabeth is on. For the purposes of this chapter, it was supposed to be on the Texas/Louisiana border. So let's just pretend that that's where she was last chapter. ( Sorry.
1015 Zulu 20 Miles south of Shreveport
Elizabeth sat on the side of the road and tried to think positive. Buses break down. Everyday. Then they are fixed and we are on the road again. She thought, bemused. They'd been stopped for five minutes, but Elizabeth could tell by the look on the bus drivers face and the tone of his voice that it was going to be a long time before the bus got going again. "Great, can we throw any more monkey wrenches into my plan? CAN WE?!!" Liz yelled. This caught then attention of several passengers, including her seatmate. Turning red, Liz tried to hide behind the log she was sitting on.
"I don't think yelling at nothing is going to help anything." David told her. Liz looked up at her friendly seatmate and tried to smile. "It's hard to be happy about a stop when it's an unplanned one and puts a major wrench in your weekend plans." Liz mumbled back. She ran a hand through her unruly brown tresses and tried to calm down just a tad. At least she had good company. "David" wasn't all that bad to look at. Easily 6-4 and well built. "I'm sorry that this trip seems to be going so bad for you. Where you headed?" Liz smiled. She realized, probably at the same time David did, that for all their chatting through Texas, they'd never once mentioned where they were headed.
"Do you want the long complicated version of that answer or do you want the short and to the point?" Liz asked. David took a moment to think about it. "Option one please. If that's ok with you, I don't want to pressure."David began, but Liz stopped him mid sentence. "It doesn't bother me at all. The more I talk about it, the better this whole trip may sound. Cause right now, I'm not even sure if sitting in the middle of Louisiana is such a great way to go off meeting someone." Liz finished. David looked at her kind of hurt. "Oh I don't mean you. Not at all." Liz recovered. "I'm on my way to DC to meet my long lost sister who probably doesn't know I exist and I'm kind of worried that she'll kick my ass because she's a Marine and then she'll sue my ass because she a lawyer." Liz finished.
"David" really didn't know how to reply to that. He knew all of the details already of course. He'd planted the box in her mother's closet just so Liz would take this trip. "Wow, sounds kind of complicated." "David" finally got out. "She's a Marine and a lawyer. Hey wait, does she work at JAG?" he ventured. Liz' eyes went wide. "Y-you know her? How? What's she like, is she like Demi Moore in G.I. Jane or Demi Moore in A Few Good Men?" David had to cover her mouth just to get a word in. "I haven't met her. So I don't know. I'm on my way to see my mentor, a Navy Lawyer. His name is Harmon Rabb. All the articles that I've saved of him have mentioned his partner, a marine lawyer by the name of." David began but Liz finished. She could hug him. "Sarah Mackenzie. Do you have those clippings with you? Are there pictures? There weren't any pictures." Liz continued asking questions as David pulled out the clippings. He had the girl right where he wanted her. All Clark Palmer had to do now was wait.
