author's notes: There is no money being made off of this. No infringement is intended. I only wanted to play in the playground that was created for us all by Bellisario and Company. All recognizable characters belong to them anyway. Except, for a couple of cameos. If you spot them, I'll send you a cake! But, you have to CORRECTLY identify both them and the shows they are from.

Thanks to everyone for the reviews, they really make this all worth while. I appreciate them whether they are good or bad, but the flames really hurt. Luckily since I started writing JAG fics there haven't been any flames. I guess that means JAG fans tend to be a nicer bunch of people.

As always, please enjoy this as much as I have, and don't forget to read and review.

Always,

CapriceAnn Hedican-Kocur

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1410 Zulu
December 26, 2003
Outside the Roberts Residence
Rosslyn, Virginia



I sat there trying to compose myself before going inside to see my Mother and Stepfather. What was I going to tell them? How would I explain my Father being alive, when I didn't understand myself? I wish Clayton hadn't told me anything, except he would be by here later. Then he could have told all of us at the same time. Just then Mac's cell phone rang.

"Mackenzie here," Sarah said hastily into the phone.

Mac, its Clayton, I just wanted to ask you guys not to say anything about Harm's Dad to anyone before I get there. Not even to Harriet or Bud. Got it? Webb asked.

"Sure thing Clay, I'll tell Harm. I know he was worried how he would explain it, and I think it would be better coming from you. Call and let us know before you get here so Harm can meet you outside. Okay?" Sarah questioned.

Sounds like a plan Mac. I'll see you guys in a little less than an hour. Later, Mac. With that Clayton Webb hung up his cell phone and Sarah did too.

We got out of my vehicle, and I reached into the backseat for the few gifts we had brought with us. As we walked up the front walkway, little AJ came running out of the house.

"UUUUNNNNNCCCCCAAAAA HARRRMMMMM!!" He yelled as he continued to run towards us. I could tell by now that he was going to jump into my arms, so I handed all the packages to Mac. "Unca Harm, I sure missed you!" AJ said.

"I missed you too, AJ." I hugged him like I would never let go. I hadn't realized until this moment, how much I had missed him. "Now I believe we had better go inside. Do you know if my Mom has gotten here yet?"

"Yep! She's here, and she told me to call her Gammamma, since it don't look like you are going to give her any. At least that is what I think she said." AJ looked at me like he was a little confused by what he just told me.

"That sounds like her. I think you should lead us inside." I asked him. I put little AJ down, and he turned around and ran back inside with Sarah and I following close behind. Just inside the front door I turned to Sarah. "I have a way of letting them know kind of what is going on, so go with my lead."

"Okay, flyboy." She smiled and leaned up to kiss me on my cheek. And then we walked on into the living room.

"See I told you they were here." AJ remarked.

"Sir, it is good to have you back." Bud stammered.

"Bud, this goes for you and Harriet, please remember to call me Harm when we are not at work. Besides we are in your home, and with AJ referring to me and Sarah as Aunt and Uncle it would be rather awkward for his parents to be calling us Sir and Ma'am." I asked him.

"Son, I think that is a lost cause. I have been trying to get them to refer to me as Mom, for two days, but they still call me Ma'am. And it really is great to have you home." By the time my Mom was done speaking she had enveloped me in a giant bear hug, and had tears just rolling down her face. She barely stopped before looking at me and whispering, "Did you ask her?"

"Yes." I whispered back. "I was just about to tell everyone if you would hold your horses." A little louder I said "AJ can you go get your Mom and Frank? I have something I need to tell them."

He nodded and ran off into the kitchen where Frank and Harriet were busy putting some things together for lunch. It took a few minutes, but Harriet and my Stepfather finally came into the room.

"What did you need Sir, I mean, Harm?" Harriet asked remembering what I had asked them to do earlier.

"Well, I, I mean we, uh..."I started stammering before Sarah cut me off.

"What I think my flyboy here is trying to say is, early this morning he asked me to marry him, and I accepted. And also, that Harriet I hope you don't mind a few more place settings for lunch, because the Admiral, Meredith, Webb, and another guest are coming in about an hour." She had rushed the words out that no one had a chance to say anything else.

It was little AJ that finally spoke up first. "All right! Now, this does mean that when I spend the night at Unca Harm's that Aunt Mac will be there too right?"

"Yes, after the wedding it will be that way." I say, smiling down at him.

"Harm, Mac, that's wonderful!" Harriet and Bud both exclaim.

"Sarah, I have always wanted to have you for a daughter, and I am really glad that my son finally came to his senses and asked you. Welcome to the family." With that my Mother grabbed Sarah up into a hug almost as tight as the bear hug she had me in earlier. I had almost started to forget about what else was going to happen here in just a little while.



1410 Zulu
December 26, 2003
Outside the CIA safe house
Falls Church, Virginia



As I pulled up in front of the safe house, I couldn't help but be a little bit nervous. I still wasn't entirely sure how I was going to handle getting Harm's Dad out of there. But I was also a little bit impressed with my colleagues that had hid him for so long. They had basically taken the old adage of the best place to hide something is where they least expect it, out in the open. And that is exactly what my colleagues had done. They had hid Harm's father right under our noses for years apparently.

What I hadn't told Harm and Sarah, was that when I had found the file on Harm's dad I realized that my colleagues had gotten him out of Russia right after he had been shot. Apparently, they had been following him around for sometime, and unbeknownst to Sergei's mother had helped her brother "dispose" of Harm's father. Well, enough of my stalling. I have people waiting on me back at the Roberts'. I need to get this over with.

I got out of my car, and was about halfway to the door, when I remembered something one of the other operatives had told me. That since they were the "senior" agents on this case they were going to stick the rookie with the babysitting job, as they called it. I certainly hoped this was still the case. I could really use a rookie to make a mistake right now. It would make this liberation all the more easy. So I got to the door and knocked.

The door opened, and this very young beautiful woman was on the other side of it. "I'm sorry, but it is Christmas, and we don't want to be bothered." She said in a very clipped British accent.

I flashed my badge at her, and she immediately jumped aside. "I am sorry about disturbing your Christmas Celebration. But I am here to relieve you for a few hours. Agents Sato and Troi, asked me to come relieve you. They felt a little bad about making you spend your first Christmas in the States working, so here I am. My only family, my Mother, left to go to the Bahamas yesterday, and they said your fiancé only has another few hours left on his leave, before he has to return to his ship. So go on." I shooed her out of the door before she could utter another word. I turned to go back into the house, when I remembered the file I was going to leave for Sato and Troi. The one that explained in detail what I had done. I pulled it out of my briefcase, and made sure the seal was still in place. I knew that the Rookie I had sent packing, Archer, was too by the book to even sneak a look, so I wasn't worried about it being opened by anyone other than the intended. I then marched to the back of the house, where the secure suite was. I got to the door, and entered the security code, and the door slid open.

"Are you the new agent sent to keep me from escaping? Because, I just wanted to let you know, that I don't think there is anything you could do to keep me from finding my son." A voice that was eerily similar to one I had heard earlier in the day.

"You didn't say anything about your wife?" I asked him.

"I am not completely stupid, or out of the loop. I have access, limited though it may be, to the internet. My guards let me surf, as long as I don't leave messages or emails. I have searched enough that I know Trish remarried, and my son hasn't yet. Although, after what I saw on that television special I don't think he will stay single too much longer." He smiled at me before continuing. "I don't blame her for moving on, I know I did, but I can't seem to find anything about my other son. I don't even know his name. I only know about him because the guard you just sent away took pity on me and told me all she had been able to find, which wasn't much. They wouldn't even give her his name."

"His name is Sergei, he lives here in the area, although I believe at this moment he is going to your mother's to pick Sarah up and bring her here for the Engagement Party that I am sure Lieutenant Roberts is planning at this moment, if the ring I saw on Mac's hand this morning is any indication of things to come." I stopped at this point to see if he caught my meanings.

"You know my sons?" He asked me with barely a whisper.

"Yes, and so will you if you want to make a jailbreak?" I looked at him, and he nodded his acceptance. "Well, then, we had better get a move on, if we want to get out of here before Troi and Sato come looking for you because they really do feel guilty about making Archer work over the Christmas Holidays."

We left the house, and locked it up tight. We then climbed into my car and headed off towards the Roberts' in Rosslyn.