Crash & Burn

By:

0800 Zulu

JAG Core

It was just like any other day at the office. The sun was shinning and everything had been running smoothly except there hadn't been much cases in over a month until now.

 

Admiral Chegwidden's Office

"Tiner! Get Commander Rabb and Colonel MacKenzie in here now!" "Yi, yi admiral."

 Mac was in the kitchen getting some coffee when Harm walked in to get some as well. "Ah good morning colonel." "Hey Harm." Mac had a very big smile on but didn't seem to notice Harm was watching. "You're in a good mood. Big date last night?" "Why? Would you be jealous?" Harm struggled to get the words out. "Nnnoo. Why would I, why would I be jealous?" "I don't know maybe because you seem to be repeating your words." Harm didn't know what to say but Mac seemed to catch the guilty look in his eyes. "So who were you with last night?" "If you need to know, it was Cloe. She arrived in town yesterday." "Oh." As soon as their conversation was over, Tiner walked in. "Oh there you are commander, colonel." "Good morning Tiner," Harm and Mac both said in unison then smiled at each other. "Uh sir, ma'm the admiral wants to see you both in his office ASAP." "Okay we'll be there," replied Mac.

Admiral Chegwidden's  Office

"Admiral, Commander Rabb and Colonel MacKenzie are here to see you sir," said Tiner from outside the office. "Send them in." "Yes sir." Harm and Mac walked into the office. "Commander Rabb and Colonel MacKenzie reporting as ordered,sir." "At ease. I have an actual case for you both." "This one doesn't have anything to do with marines killing their dogs, does it sir?" Harm said with his flyboy grin he usually puts on from time to time. "Cut the crap commander." "Yi, yi sir." Mac glanced over and smiled. Luckily Rabb or the admiral didn't notice. The admiral started to continue. "Rabb, does the name Sargent Mike Morris mean anything to you?" "Yes sir. Morris was a top gun pilot in the air. I grew up with him from the time I was five until flight school. Then just last year he got promoted to Sargent." "Okay that's good but now comes the bad news. Two days ago Sargent Morris and a friend of his, Lieutenant Wyatt Jones had a day off so they went out clubbing, Morris got drunk then went aboard the U.S.S. Seahawk and stole a tom- cat fighter jet." Mac soon replied, "Let me guess since Sgt. Morris was drunk and took the aircraft without permission, once he got in the air he crashed?" "Exactly colonel." "Well, sir" Rabb said, "what about Lt. Jones? Was he in the tom-cat  as well?" "I don't know commander. That's what you and the colonel need to find out. Colonel you'll defend. Commander you'll prosecute. Dismissed" "Yi, yi sir." Mac said. As Mac was walking out, she noticed Harm still standing at attention in the admiral's office so Mac stood in the doorway. "What is it commander?" "Well sir I was wondering if I could defend Sgt. Morris and the colonel could prosecute." "Commander why do I have a feeling that you're going to bring up your pilot talks?" "Well sir now that you mention it." "Commander why do you want to defend Sgt. Morris when you know you'll loose?" "Well sir I grew up with him when I was five." "Yes you mentioned that. Get to the point commander." "Yes sir. I know Sgt. Morris is an amazing pilot and I know he wouldn't do something so reakless." Those words hit Mac hard. She began thinking of the times she was drunk and of the time she hurt Harm the most, when she mentioned Harm's long lost father. "Okay. Fine." the admiral said. "Only if the colonel agrees to it. Colonel. Colonel." Mac erased those memories and spoke. "Yes sir?" "Are you okay with prosecuting Sgt. Morris and the commander defending?" "Yes sir that's fine by me." "Okay then. Dismissed." "Yi, yi sir." Rabb and MacKenzie said in unison. "Oh one more thing. Both your flights will leave at 1400." "Yes sir."