Disclaimer: JAG is not and never will be mine, but a girl can dream can't she.
Author's Note: Wow you all are great with the reviews and I appreciate them sooo much. Sorry I haven't posted recently. Exams, coupled with writers block does not make for easy writing. Well I've finished my term ones now, and I have had a small stroke of inspiration, so here it is. It may be short, but hey it's better than nothing right? Again this hasn't been bettered and as usual you know the drill, send me reviews. Also if anyone has any Ideas I would be happy to hear them.
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Your absence has gone through me like a thread through a needle,
Everything I do is stitched with it's colour.
2100 EST
Harmon Rabb's Apartment
A frigid wind kissed her skin as she stood at the window staring out. Shivering at the sudden draft, Sarah Mackenzie stood back from the window and pulled Harms jacket tighter. Staring at the stars once more on this unusually clear night she closed her eyes and sighed. There were no more tears left to cry, her entire world had been shattered and now she was trying to block out the pain.
With a new sense of relaxation she opened her eyes and again stared at the stars. They were so beautiful. There was once a time when Harm and herself just stood and looked at the stars, he always said the fiery celestial bodies reminded him of her. They had no formation just a scattering of firefly like specks, they were unique and utterly fascinating, so much so that they enthralled greater men for hours upon hours. They were the epitome of beauty and romance but their light was strong and constant.
Pulling herself away from the window, She went and sat down on the lounge. Bringing her feet up under her, Sarah Mackenzie gazed into the dark apartment. Something wasn't right. Throughout their friendship Harm and herself had a undeniable connection. It was almost as if they could feel each others presence. As Harm had once put it, he always knew where she was. Despite the evidence to the contrary she could still feel his breath tickle the nape of her neck, she could still feel his the broad expanse of his warm chest as she snuggled into it , she could still hear his heart beat under her fingers and the loving stroke of his hand through her hair.
Sarah was confused. It had once occurred to her that if Harm was to die, all sense and communication was going to be severed. Yet she could feel him, it was weak but it was there. Had the investigators got it wrong, had Harm managed to get out somehow? Question upon question raced through her mind as her hopes rose. Was it possible that someone else had died. Did they do a DNA test to make sure? Whatever feeling Sarah Mackenzie had before was now driving her. It wasn't't possible that harm was dead, It just wasn't. If he was she would feel empty, a shell, a piece of her missing. That piece was still there she was still whole, so how could he be dead.
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2135 EST
AJ Chegwiddens house
The shrill of the telephone sounded in his ear as he rolled over in bed. Ready to chew out anyone on the line who dared interrupt his sleep AJ picked up the handset and presses the plastic ear piece to his ear, although what was to come was certainly not the proper six chewing he expected to give.
AJ, don't talk just listen. Rabb's alive, although we don't know who is holding him, we do know it's connected to Palmer in some way. In order to flush out the people behind the bombings we need him to remain dead. The problem is your little mighty marine has decided that he isn't dead, and has started asking questions. You must convince her otherwise. Mac could be in serious danger if you don't. If these people find out that she is snooping around they wont hesitate in killing her. Use any story or excuse not to investigate, we will back you up, remember we are doing this for her. Trust me.
And with that Webb was gone. The dial tone taunting the now pacified Admiral.
