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. I got the spelling for one name from a JAG guest stars web site, I can't remember the one so if the spelling is wrong, I am sorry. And as for the spelling of the name of Tetiya, I guessed. I hope I guessed even remotely close.
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. Review Responses for the last chapter and for this one will be in the next chapter.
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CapriceAnn Hedican-Kocur
1700 Zulu (11am)
December 26, 2003
Roberts' driveway
Rosslyn, Virginia
It had been a very nice couple of hours since my Father had arrived at the Roberts. But I was anxious to get him back to my place and have him to myself. It had been far too long since I had seen him, and we had so much to catch up on.
"Sarah, why don't you ride with Frank and I back to Harm's so they can have a little bit of time to themselves?" My Mom asked Sarah.
"Sure thing, Trish. I was going to ask if I could ride with you anyway." Sarah answered her. They all climbed into Frank's rental car, and then Sarah asked another question. "Do you have any idea when Sergei is going to be here with Grandma Sarah? I don't want either one of them to be in shock. When they see Harm's Dad."
"I do believe that Sarah will already know her son is here. Even though she never said anything to either Harm or me, I think she always knew that Harmon was alive somewhere, and that he would eventually return home to us. I am more worried about Sergei, he has never even met his Father." Trish stated and then continued "I just wish we could have known about this earlier so we could have gotten his Mother here to help soften the blow."
About then my phone rang. "Mackenzie here." I answered.
Mac this is Webb, I have one more thing for you to do before you go to Harm's. I need you to go to the International Flight Terminal at Dulles, and pick someone up. You may have to meet her inside by Customs. Webb informed me.
"Webb, is it who I think it is?" I ask him.
Yes, it is Sergei's Mother. I would have asked Rabb to do it, but I wanted him to have a little time alone with his Father. I did, however tell them that I was having you pick her up. Her flight should be landing soon. You may want to get to Dulles. Webb out. With that Webb hung up his phone.
"Sarah, dear. Who was that on the phone?" Trish asked me.
"It was Webb. He needs me to go to Dulles to pick up someone." I couldn't stand the knowing look in her eyes. This is definitely where Harm got his gaze from. "Okay, he wants me to pick Sergei's Mother up from the airport. But since we are here already, I will just take Harm's SUV. Luckily he gave me an extra set of keys a while back. Would you mind telling him where I have taken his truck to. But please, if Sergei gets here before we get back, don't tell him."
"Okay dear. I was half surprised his Mother wasn't already here." Trish answered.
As we all climbed out of their vehicle Harm and his Father drove up. Harm's Father walked up to me as I was climbing into Harm's SUV. "Can I come with you to the airport? I really want to see Pitchta first. I don't want her to have a heart attack. After all, she did see me get what she thought was fatally shot."
"Sure! Hop in. It will give us a little time to get acquainted ourselves." I offered as he climbed into the passenger side of the vehicle. Before I knew it, we were at the airport having talked the whole way there. "I think I had better go in, you can wait here."
"Actually, since you are driving, I believe it would be better if I went. Besides, I miss Pitchta. I was very upset that they wouldn't get her when they grabbed me." With that parting shot he climbed out of the vehicle and went inside the airport.
1800 Zulu (12 pm)
December 26, 2003
Dulles International Airport Customs area
Washington DC
I stood there all alone waiting for the glimpse of the woman who helped me get over the loss of my family all those years ago. I knew she would have changed, because we all do. But I was very impatient. I was looking at the arriving screens when I realized that only one flight from Moscow had arrived today, and the people from that flight were coming through the Customs Gate right in front of me. As I walked over I saw her. She had put on more weight, but then again, we all had. She was still as beautiful as I remembered her. I could tell she was looking for someone, probably Sarah. I was sure that Webb had told her who was going to pick her up. That was when our eyes finally met.
"Tetiya, is it really you?" She asked in stilted english.
All I managed to say was "Pitchta." Then I grabbed her up into my arms and hugged her.
I guess we stood there for the longest time because then a Customs Agent came up to us and asked, "Ma'am you left this bag at the counter back there. And since there was nothing threatening in it I decided to return it to you. Even I can tell when there are more important things on travelers minds when they receive a welcome like the one you just got." With a smile he turned and left.
We smiled yes, let him walk away, and then we were off. I couldn't wait to get to Harm's and see my sons together for the first time, and to see Sergei for the first time. I had missed so much of both of their lives. I don't want to miss anymore. The whole way back to Harm's I was able to polish up my rusty Russian. Mainly because that is how excited Pitchta had been, too excited to try and speak in English. She couldn't wait to see the boys either. And she was also very anxious to meet Trish. As I stared at Pitchta and Sarah, I started to think that maybe my son might want to have a double wedding, maybe.