Disclaimer: JAG is not and never will be mine, but a girl can dream can't
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Author's Note: Thank you all, for the reviews. There were just enough to push me to post the next chapter. Once again this hasn't been bettered, so all the mistakes are mine. If you all want a new chapter after this one I am going to need at least 10 reviews, you know the drill. Also if anyone has problems with the story I love constructive criticism to correct it in the next chapter.
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1723 EST
Unknown Location
5 Days After Bomb Detonation
Picking up the rock, He carefully placed the sharp point on the wall, approximately 1 cm from the previous line and jerked it down creating a nice neat mark. There were now four lines. To his knowledge he had spent four days in this tiny little cell. Where he was, he didn't know. What he was doing there, also eluded him.
He would have thought he was left to his own devices, had it not have been for the food that was left for him sometime during the night. He had seen no sign of life, no one came in and nothing went out. There wasn't even the tell tale signs outside the cell, no noise, no nothing. Sighing he sat back down on the cement ground and tossed the stone at the adjacent wall.
Thinking back to the accident at Norfolk base Harm sighed, One minute he was in the mess hall and the next he was waking up on a concrete floor with nothing but a tray of food and a hole in the floor which he supposed was the head. He didn't remember anything beyond yelling at the Petty Officer to hurry up.
Frustrated he got up and paced the cell seeing if there was any weakness in his stronghold. Of course like always he could see nothing that allowed him even a glimmer of hope of escaping. To that moment the only thing that was keeping him sane was the determination of getting to Mac.
Softly chuckling to himself Harm imagined Mac's reaction to his homecoming. He could imagine she would be first in line to kiss him, and then deck him, not necessarily in that order. Boy was he in trouble when he got out of this. The only problem was he didn't know what this was. Once again he sat down and took up his favourite pass time, thinking about his Marine.
Lost in thought Harm didn't hear the soft footsteps headed for his door, he also didn't hear the gentle scrape of the key in the door, and he didn't hear the dead bolt latch being taken off. But he did hear the door slam into the sidewall, which caused him to jump. He immediately stood up and assumed a combat stance, not knowing what to expect.
What Harm didn't expect was for a short, chubby looking man to walk in, wheeling a TV and a VCR. Confused, Harm just stood in a ready position, and he honestly didn't know weather to laugh or feel threatened. The stranger didn't pay any attention to him; he just went about his job, plugging the TV and VCR into a socket, which was hidden behind a plastic cap on the wall. Once the man was done he turned to Harm gave him a quick once over and left, leaving the door open.
Harm, somewhat confused followed him only to be stopped by a couple of men with guns. They pointed at him and then motioned for him to sit down. He did and soon found himself staring face to face at a tall distinguished looking man, who unlike the others, was wearing a suite, shirt and tie. A sinister grin spread across the mans face, and all Harm could do was wait.
"Commander Harmon David Rabb, so nice to finally meet you." The foreigner said with a noticeable amount of sarcasm in his voice. "Who are you?" Harm said in a low and controlled manner. He was not going to let the man in front of him see how agitated he really was. " I beg your pardon commander, how rude of me"
Walking over to Harm he extended his hand, and as much as he wanted to grab him, knock him out and run he couldn't, not as long as two 9 mm were trained on him. "My name commander is Alex, Alex Pavalidis. I do believe you know my very close friend, a Mr Clark Palmer, name ring any bells?" At the mention of Palmer's name his senses kicked into over drive.
So Palmer was behind this he thought to himself. "Well, well, well, commander is that recognition I see in your eyes. I do believe it is." He said in a polite tone. Although, Harm could tell his sincerity was completely lacking, and his well-mannered attitude was a facade. Nodding, Harm confirmed his knowledge of Palmer. Daring Alex to continue.
"I suppose you want to know how you got here, am I correct?" Once again Harm nodded. Still not saying anything. "Well Commander let me enlighten you, do you remember the roof collapsing and you heroics concerning the Petty Officer?"
"Yes," Harm said tersely. Alex just smiled and continued.
"Good commander, that was just a diversion. When the roof collapsed, I had a couple of the SAR crew who work for me, use the side entrance and drag you out." He said as if it was the most obvious scenario.
"It was a good thing one of the beams had fallen and wedged itself on the wall, consequently protecting you. Or I, Commander Rabb, would have damaged goods. Anyway, In your place I had a cadaver deposited with all you identification, including your wedding band and academy ring. I then had the place incinerated by a few strategically placed bombs. Pretty ingenious if I say so my self."
The look on Harms face betrayed his fear as the man kept talking. From what Alex was saying he was supposedly dead. " So commander, I had my moles in the SAR crew tell a Lieutenant Robert's, that you were dead and the rest isn't important. That was 5 days ago now."
Alex stood there and just smiled at Harm letting him comprehend the situation. After a brief moment Alex turned around and walked over to the VCR proceeding to turn the equipment on and Insert a tape. "Commander, I have a little something I would like you to watch. Sit back and enjoy, I'm sure you will find it rather entertaining. I know I did."
With that said Alex pressed play and walked over to the wall to lean against it. Harm turned his attention back to the screen; nothing was on yet just some static. Suddenly a picture appeared. The video looked as if it was home made, and the date on it according to Harm's calculations was for today.
The person with the camera was walking, holding it by his or her side; all Harm could see was grass. The camera then flicked up to reveal a cemetery. In that instant Harm knew what he was looking at. This was Arlington cemetery. Undoubtedly this was his funeral.
The person who recorded this was obviously hiding behind a headstone or something because every now and again, half of the picture was cut of by said headstone. He was yet to see his family and friends. Harm was not disappointed, the camera panned over to where the gathering was.
The first image he saw was of his casket, it was a beautiful mahogany wood, adorned with white roses. He had no doubt that his mom was the one who arranged this, only she could afford it. The camera then panned to the chaplain, who happened to be Chaplain Turner. He was reading from the bible, only to close it and move away. It was obviously the end of the service. The camera then panned to the Colour Guard, who were folding the flag that covered the end of the coffin.
Finally he saw his Sarah who was sitting down, a neutral expression on her face, she was not crying, and she said nothing. The appointed officer took the folded flag and walked over to Mac, "On behalf of a grateful country" The boy said clearly, and handing it to Mac he turned to join his company again. Still no reaction from Sarah.
The congregate got up and each person proceeded to place a Rose on the beautiful coffin. The roses were beautiful, all long stemmed and white except one. The one Mac carried was blood red. Even now there was still no reaction from Sarah
Harm saw his mother and Frank. They were clutching at each other and his mother was sobbing into Frank's chest. Harm saw the Admiral. He was standing alone silent tears running down his face, standing at attention in front of the casket. Harm saw Bud and Harriet. They were sitting apart not wanting to look at each other. Harriet had AJ in her lap and was crying into AJ's hair, and Bud was staring into space and he too, shed silent tears.
The rest of the JAG crew all had on solemn expressions on their face, some were crying some weren't. All were comforting each other. His grandmother was there, Chloe was there, and Uncle Matt was there. Harm didn't see Webb and he didn't really care that he wasn't there. Everyone he knew was crying. But there was still no reaction from Sarah.
Harm watched as the officers with rifles lined up. Fire one, fire two, and fire three. With military precision they executed the rifle salute. By now the whole congregation was tearful. The officers were all saluting including the Admiral, Keeter and Sturgis. Still no reaction from Sarah
The person recording then zoomed in on Mac, framing her in the screen. Harm watched her, her expression didn't change. Mac did nothing but look at the casket. She stood by herself, just staring. The video camera zoomed out and Harm again watched the whole scene, it was then that he heard over the speakers the distinct sound of Jets. He watched as everyone looked up, watching the F 14's flying low over Arlington.
It was in that instant, that Harms heart broke in two. Her resolve had broken, and a surge of emotions washed over Sarah's face. As she looked up at the Jets, she broke down, falling to her knees. Sarah cried out. Immediately the Admiral and Harm's mother was next to her, but she struggled away from them and flung herself at the coffin. Wailing, clearly crying Harms name, beating her fists against the lid screaming that he couldn't do this to her. It took Gunny, Tiner, Sturgis and the Admiral to get her away from the casket. Then it took all four of them holding her, to keep her from running back to it. He watched, as Mac became uncontrollable. Kicking and punching at the Admiral. Screaming at Bud for letting Him go back in, and he watched as Mac collapsed, the Gunny catching her and carrying her away with the other 3 following behind.
Harm jumped up, grabbed the TV and threw it against the wall. He turned to Alex and advanced on him in a fit of rage. He didn't care now what happened to him, but if he was going to die he was going to take this sick SOB out with him. Alex, who was still leaning against the wall, a smile still plastered on his face, motioned to one of the guards, who in turn took out a small gun and shot Harm in the neck with a tranquilliser.
Harm suddenly felt limp, his vision blurred and he fell. Loosing consciousness before impact. His last coherent thought was that no matter what he was going to kill Alex, then Palmer.
To be continued...
Author's Note: Thank you all, for the reviews. There were just enough to push me to post the next chapter. Once again this hasn't been bettered, so all the mistakes are mine. If you all want a new chapter after this one I am going to need at least 10 reviews, you know the drill. Also if anyone has problems with the story I love constructive criticism to correct it in the next chapter.
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1723 EST
Unknown Location
5 Days After Bomb Detonation
Picking up the rock, He carefully placed the sharp point on the wall, approximately 1 cm from the previous line and jerked it down creating a nice neat mark. There were now four lines. To his knowledge he had spent four days in this tiny little cell. Where he was, he didn't know. What he was doing there, also eluded him.
He would have thought he was left to his own devices, had it not have been for the food that was left for him sometime during the night. He had seen no sign of life, no one came in and nothing went out. There wasn't even the tell tale signs outside the cell, no noise, no nothing. Sighing he sat back down on the cement ground and tossed the stone at the adjacent wall.
Thinking back to the accident at Norfolk base Harm sighed, One minute he was in the mess hall and the next he was waking up on a concrete floor with nothing but a tray of food and a hole in the floor which he supposed was the head. He didn't remember anything beyond yelling at the Petty Officer to hurry up.
Frustrated he got up and paced the cell seeing if there was any weakness in his stronghold. Of course like always he could see nothing that allowed him even a glimmer of hope of escaping. To that moment the only thing that was keeping him sane was the determination of getting to Mac.
Softly chuckling to himself Harm imagined Mac's reaction to his homecoming. He could imagine she would be first in line to kiss him, and then deck him, not necessarily in that order. Boy was he in trouble when he got out of this. The only problem was he didn't know what this was. Once again he sat down and took up his favourite pass time, thinking about his Marine.
Lost in thought Harm didn't hear the soft footsteps headed for his door, he also didn't hear the gentle scrape of the key in the door, and he didn't hear the dead bolt latch being taken off. But he did hear the door slam into the sidewall, which caused him to jump. He immediately stood up and assumed a combat stance, not knowing what to expect.
What Harm didn't expect was for a short, chubby looking man to walk in, wheeling a TV and a VCR. Confused, Harm just stood in a ready position, and he honestly didn't know weather to laugh or feel threatened. The stranger didn't pay any attention to him; he just went about his job, plugging the TV and VCR into a socket, which was hidden behind a plastic cap on the wall. Once the man was done he turned to Harm gave him a quick once over and left, leaving the door open.
Harm, somewhat confused followed him only to be stopped by a couple of men with guns. They pointed at him and then motioned for him to sit down. He did and soon found himself staring face to face at a tall distinguished looking man, who unlike the others, was wearing a suite, shirt and tie. A sinister grin spread across the mans face, and all Harm could do was wait.
"Commander Harmon David Rabb, so nice to finally meet you." The foreigner said with a noticeable amount of sarcasm in his voice. "Who are you?" Harm said in a low and controlled manner. He was not going to let the man in front of him see how agitated he really was. " I beg your pardon commander, how rude of me"
Walking over to Harm he extended his hand, and as much as he wanted to grab him, knock him out and run he couldn't, not as long as two 9 mm were trained on him. "My name commander is Alex, Alex Pavalidis. I do believe you know my very close friend, a Mr Clark Palmer, name ring any bells?" At the mention of Palmer's name his senses kicked into over drive.
So Palmer was behind this he thought to himself. "Well, well, well, commander is that recognition I see in your eyes. I do believe it is." He said in a polite tone. Although, Harm could tell his sincerity was completely lacking, and his well-mannered attitude was a facade. Nodding, Harm confirmed his knowledge of Palmer. Daring Alex to continue.
"I suppose you want to know how you got here, am I correct?" Once again Harm nodded. Still not saying anything. "Well Commander let me enlighten you, do you remember the roof collapsing and you heroics concerning the Petty Officer?"
"Yes," Harm said tersely. Alex just smiled and continued.
"Good commander, that was just a diversion. When the roof collapsed, I had a couple of the SAR crew who work for me, use the side entrance and drag you out." He said as if it was the most obvious scenario.
"It was a good thing one of the beams had fallen and wedged itself on the wall, consequently protecting you. Or I, Commander Rabb, would have damaged goods. Anyway, In your place I had a cadaver deposited with all you identification, including your wedding band and academy ring. I then had the place incinerated by a few strategically placed bombs. Pretty ingenious if I say so my self."
The look on Harms face betrayed his fear as the man kept talking. From what Alex was saying he was supposedly dead. " So commander, I had my moles in the SAR crew tell a Lieutenant Robert's, that you were dead and the rest isn't important. That was 5 days ago now."
Alex stood there and just smiled at Harm letting him comprehend the situation. After a brief moment Alex turned around and walked over to the VCR proceeding to turn the equipment on and Insert a tape. "Commander, I have a little something I would like you to watch. Sit back and enjoy, I'm sure you will find it rather entertaining. I know I did."
With that said Alex pressed play and walked over to the wall to lean against it. Harm turned his attention back to the screen; nothing was on yet just some static. Suddenly a picture appeared. The video looked as if it was home made, and the date on it according to Harm's calculations was for today.
The person with the camera was walking, holding it by his or her side; all Harm could see was grass. The camera then flicked up to reveal a cemetery. In that instant Harm knew what he was looking at. This was Arlington cemetery. Undoubtedly this was his funeral.
The person who recorded this was obviously hiding behind a headstone or something because every now and again, half of the picture was cut of by said headstone. He was yet to see his family and friends. Harm was not disappointed, the camera panned over to where the gathering was.
The first image he saw was of his casket, it was a beautiful mahogany wood, adorned with white roses. He had no doubt that his mom was the one who arranged this, only she could afford it. The camera then panned to the chaplain, who happened to be Chaplain Turner. He was reading from the bible, only to close it and move away. It was obviously the end of the service. The camera then panned to the Colour Guard, who were folding the flag that covered the end of the coffin.
Finally he saw his Sarah who was sitting down, a neutral expression on her face, she was not crying, and she said nothing. The appointed officer took the folded flag and walked over to Mac, "On behalf of a grateful country" The boy said clearly, and handing it to Mac he turned to join his company again. Still no reaction from Sarah.
The congregate got up and each person proceeded to place a Rose on the beautiful coffin. The roses were beautiful, all long stemmed and white except one. The one Mac carried was blood red. Even now there was still no reaction from Sarah
Harm saw his mother and Frank. They were clutching at each other and his mother was sobbing into Frank's chest. Harm saw the Admiral. He was standing alone silent tears running down his face, standing at attention in front of the casket. Harm saw Bud and Harriet. They were sitting apart not wanting to look at each other. Harriet had AJ in her lap and was crying into AJ's hair, and Bud was staring into space and he too, shed silent tears.
The rest of the JAG crew all had on solemn expressions on their face, some were crying some weren't. All were comforting each other. His grandmother was there, Chloe was there, and Uncle Matt was there. Harm didn't see Webb and he didn't really care that he wasn't there. Everyone he knew was crying. But there was still no reaction from Sarah.
Harm watched as the officers with rifles lined up. Fire one, fire two, and fire three. With military precision they executed the rifle salute. By now the whole congregation was tearful. The officers were all saluting including the Admiral, Keeter and Sturgis. Still no reaction from Sarah
The person recording then zoomed in on Mac, framing her in the screen. Harm watched her, her expression didn't change. Mac did nothing but look at the casket. She stood by herself, just staring. The video camera zoomed out and Harm again watched the whole scene, it was then that he heard over the speakers the distinct sound of Jets. He watched as everyone looked up, watching the F 14's flying low over Arlington.
It was in that instant, that Harms heart broke in two. Her resolve had broken, and a surge of emotions washed over Sarah's face. As she looked up at the Jets, she broke down, falling to her knees. Sarah cried out. Immediately the Admiral and Harm's mother was next to her, but she struggled away from them and flung herself at the coffin. Wailing, clearly crying Harms name, beating her fists against the lid screaming that he couldn't do this to her. It took Gunny, Tiner, Sturgis and the Admiral to get her away from the casket. Then it took all four of them holding her, to keep her from running back to it. He watched, as Mac became uncontrollable. Kicking and punching at the Admiral. Screaming at Bud for letting Him go back in, and he watched as Mac collapsed, the Gunny catching her and carrying her away with the other 3 following behind.
Harm jumped up, grabbed the TV and threw it against the wall. He turned to Alex and advanced on him in a fit of rage. He didn't care now what happened to him, but if he was going to die he was going to take this sick SOB out with him. Alex, who was still leaning against the wall, a smile still plastered on his face, motioned to one of the guards, who in turn took out a small gun and shot Harm in the neck with a tranquilliser.
Harm suddenly felt limp, his vision blurred and he fell. Loosing consciousness before impact. His last coherent thought was that no matter what he was going to kill Alex, then Palmer.
To be continued...
