Chapter 2

1600 Zulu

Deck of U.S.S. Seahawk

 The helicopter landed at the U.S.S. Seahawk right on time and a petty officer was out to greet the commander and colonel. "Afternoon ma'm, sir. Right this way." The P.O. led the Jag officers into the diner area where Admiral Boone was waiting for them. "Afternoon admiral," Rabb said as he and Mac saluted. "At ease commander, colonel. So I see AJ sent out his top Lois and Clark team." Mac smiled and Rabb chuckled. "Well sir, we're not the best reporters but we'll get the job done." "I know you will. Please take a seat." Harm and Mac did as he asked. "So Rabb, are the rumors true?" "What rumors sir?" "That your father had another kid?" "Now where did you hear that?" "From Clayton Webb and your admiral." "Then they are true sir. His name is Sergee Jukoff. He's Russian." Mac soon interrupted "Excuse me, I hate to interrupt this father's best friend, son moment but Admiral Chegwidden needs a report from us at 1930. So can we please get down to business?" "Certainly colonel. What is it you need to know?" "First off, why the incident happened." "You'd have to talk to Sgt. Morris and Lt. Jones about that." "Wait you don't know sir?" asked Rabb. "No. They refused to comment on anything having to do with the incident. The only thing I can tell you is that we have a fifty million dollar, crash and burn tomcat and ten civilians were injured. Out of those ten only half of them lived." Harm and Mac just looked at each other.

1725

West Side Hospital, Virginia

Sgt. Morris was awake as Harm and Mac walked into his room. "Harm!" Mike said in a rather pleasant, yet raspy voice. "How are you Mike?" asked Harm. "Not so good sir. I'm paralyzed from the waist down." "Sergeant, this is Colonel MacKenzie she'll be prosecuting your case." "My case? Harm I don't understand." Instead of explaining himself, Harm let Mac explain. "Sergeant no one has spoken to you yet?" The sergeant just shook his head. "You are being accused of an article 111, drunk while operating an aircraft and an article 119, manslaughter." "Manslaughter? I didn't kill anyone ma'm." "Harm I think you should," "Go over everything with the client." They both shared an embarrassing smile and then Mac walked out. "Harm is there something going on between you and the colonel?" "I wish Mike. Now lets talk about your case."

1900 Zulu

Harms Apartment

Harm had his dining table all set with candles and dinner was almost ready, when the doorbell rang. 'Perfect she's right on time.' Harm thought to himself. When he opened the door Mac was standing before him in a blouse and a skirt that was down to her knees. "Well are you going to invite me in or do I have to stand out here all night?" "Right, right come on in. Make yourself at home." "Dinner smells great." Harm couldn't help but stare. "Harm? Harm?" "Yea?" "Are you okay?" "Yea. I'm fine." "Are you sure?" "Yea why?" "Well because dinner's burning." "Oh shoot!" Harm quickly rushed over to the oven. The lasagna he had made was now toast and Harm couldn't help but feel embarrassed. "Well so much for dinner. Do you mind if we order Chinese instead?" "No Chinese is fine. In the mean time we can discuss the case." "Okay that'll work." 'He is trying so hard to impress me' Mac thought. 'Why doesn't he just take a chance?' "Hey Mac, same question. Are you okay?" "What? Yea I'm fine. "Okay lets get to work then. The food should be here in about forty five minutes." "Okay sounds great." Harm and Mac then went to the living room table and started working. "Okay since Sgt. Morris is foreseeing an article 111 and 119, I propose dishonorable discharge, forfeiture of all pay and a confinement of seven years and ten months if its voluntary manslaughter. "Voluntary manslaughter! Mac the guy was obviously drunk." "Okay then since we'll go with involuntary manslaughter, I'll go with a confinement of five years and nine months." "Five years and nine months? That's a little much isn't it?" "A little much? Harm I'm meeting you half way on both articles otherwise he would be confined eleven years and six months." "How's this? Three years and three months?" "No deal." "Ah come on Mac." "The only reason you're protecting him so hard is because he's a navy pilot and is an old friend." "True but you would do the same thing for a marine wouldn't you?" "I would but I would meet the prosecutor half way. So five years and nine months confinement, take it or leave it." "Fine. Take it. You're good marine." "Thanks." Once they finished with work, an awkward silence fell between them. 'Okay now would be a good time to say something,' Mac thought to herself. 'Okay no more dancing around the subject. I'll tell her how I feel. I'm sure she won't mind.' Harm thought to himself. "Harm I/Sarah I…" they both said at the same time. "Harm did you just call me Sarah? "Uh, yea is that a problem?" "No of coarse not. Its just you've never called me Sarah before that's all." "Well uh I'm just going to come out and say it then. Sarah, Mac, I love you." "Really? Well that's, that's good because I love you too." "Can I make a confession?" "Sure." "I'm glad you never got married to Brumby." "I'm glad I didn't too." Now that their feelings were out in the open they also shared a passionate kiss that seemed to last forever. After dinner, Mac decided to call the Roberts since Cloe was staying with them and asked Harriet if Cloe could end up staying the night. Harriet said yes.