"To Get Back" 6/7
By Rita Widmer
Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me.
Feedback: Thanks to my two readers for their wonderful reviews! I hope you continue enjoying it until the end. I like good and bad reviews so bring them on. Please!
AN: We're going Shippery!
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Base Hospital
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Harm sat silently watching Mac sleep. Her little outburst earlier only lasted a moment before she fell silent again. The doctors had told him it was a good sign that she would be waking up soon, and he was not ready to leave her side even with the assurance she would soon be awake.
Sleep wouldn't come to him, and from the noises of the airplanes up above he knew something was happening out in the dessert. Somehow he knew it had to do with the death threat on Mac, and Webb was involved some way or another. The secretiveness of Webb's actions earlier led him to believe he was holding back, hoping to keep him from going along.
It had worked, he knew that nothing would have stopped him from protecting Mac from anymore harm done to her if he had any say in it. The protectiveness he knew had always been there, but he hid it behind protecting his partner, his job, and his friendship with her. Now he knew better, it came from his love for her and knowing that his world would end without her in it.
Working at JAG hadn't been the same since she left. There was no more bickering and no more joking around with his partner that he was so used to having every day. Bud was an excellent partner, but nothing would live up to having his best friend being beside him or against him.
The ritual dinners they had shared since her leaving JAG had kept him going without seeing her every day at work. It also led him to hope they would become much more without the rules and regulation hanging over their head.
The quiet, "Harm" next to him brought his head up, and he found himself looking into those dark brown eyes. His face lighted up with a smile as he watched her look at him.
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Inside Taliban Camp
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Webb had not been happy when he was stopped from entering the bombed camp before it was cleared by the military. Being told his job there was only to get information needed, and not to actually fight against any survivors.
Looking around there was not much left standing up. The buildings had been blown away to pieces except for one towards the center that had most of its walls torn away, but it was standing like a last testament to the camp it used to be. A testament to the fight that was not over yet between Western Civilization and the terrorists that threatens the world.
Webb headed there knowing that if he were going to find anything it would be in the remains of that building. If any others would reveal anything it would take time to dig and unbury it before it would be found.
Entering, he found men walking around and digging. "Have they found anything?" Webb asked the nearest man.
"No sir. There is some evidence some people in the camp had left before the bombing had started, and might have gotten away with any papers or other evidence. We won't know for sure until more searching has been done."
"Thanks Sergeant, I will be taking my own search of the building."
The man nodded his head as Webb walked away.
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Base Hospital
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"Hey, you've got to stop falling asleep on a guy. He might start thinking he is boring you," said Harm as he watched her wake up once more.
"You, never," she choked out with her mouth dry. Harm was soon there with ice chips for her.
"Well, a lesser man than me would. Besides the doctors are trying to get rid of us. They want to send you home."
"Harm, what aren't you telling me? They usually don't send someone home unless they are recovered or the patient needs more expertise help then they can offer."
Knowing she wouldn't accept anything less than the full truth, he went for it. "Mac, the longer you stay here the more your life is in danger. The Taliban wants you dead. They sent out pictures of you for all of their members to see."
"So they were after me originally in the bombing? So I'm the reason why all those people died in the bombing."
"It's not your fault. You had no idea that was going to happen. If you had you would have done everything in your power to save those people's lives by getting them out of there."
"Don't placate me." A tear rolled down her cheek, and stopped by Harm's fingers.
"You know me better then that. I know you and I know that you had no way of knowing this was going to happen, and if you could have done something, you would have done everything in your power to stop it including giving your life. Evil men did this, and they are the only ones at fault here. You were meant to live through it, and continue helping against the fight against terrorism." He paused for a moment before continuing, "plus I need you."
"Why Harm?"
"Because I love you."
A yawn escaped and her eyes started to shut again, but before sleep captured her again, she whispered, "I wish I could believe that."
Harm sat surprised. He didn't know which part she didn't believe, but knew in his heart that she didn't believe his words of love.
"I'll make you believe, Sarah. Just give me a chance and I will prove my love for you."
Though she was already asleep once again, Harm watched as a small smile appeared on her face giving him hope.
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On Route to Base
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Webb closed his eyes from the exhaustion. He had been up all night trying to find evidence about the Taliban and the bombings. They only found some maps and some notes, but nothing concrete.
He would go in and tell Harm the latest news before hitting the hay. Webb knew that Harm knew something was up, and was anxiously awaiting his news. They arrived at base and he headed straight to the hospital.
Webb entered the room to find Harm sound asleep with his head lying against the bed. Taping him on the shoulder, Harm slowly woke up.
"She must be getting better if you are allowing yourself sound sleep," Webb stated.
"Mac woke up a few times during the night. The doctors have okayed her to be released tonight to be sent home. She'll need to check into Bethseda though."
"I'm guessing they'll try to make her escape as quiet as possible so no one suspect her leaving from outside of base."
"They're planning that as we speak. They want to make it as safe, but want her to be as comfortable as possible. So where have you been? Taking part in the action?"
"They wouldn't let me do much, but they bombed away a Taliban Camp, and then we were sent in to retrieve all evidence we could find which wasn't much. Most escaped before the attack."
"So they knew what we were planning? Or at least guessed something would be happening?"
"Probably, I won't be going back home anytime soon. I've got to stay back and work on the bombings. I need some sleep, but I'll try to stop by before you guys leave. Take care of her, Harm."
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Tarmac
Later that evening
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harm watched as the pilots got the helicopter ready to leave. Mac was lying on a cot next to him that was somehow secured to the wall. It seemed like forever since he came to Afghanistan to rescue her, and now they were finally going home. He knew Mac's future would once again be up in the air, as she will no longer be allowed to work for the CIA. A part of him hoped that she would come back to JAG, but knew it wasn't likely. He hoped even more that wherever her career now took her it wouldn't be without him.
TBC....
By Rita Widmer
Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me.
Feedback: Thanks to my two readers for their wonderful reviews! I hope you continue enjoying it until the end. I like good and bad reviews so bring them on. Please!
AN: We're going Shippery!
*************************************************************************************
Base Hospital
~~~~~~~~~~
Harm sat silently watching Mac sleep. Her little outburst earlier only lasted a moment before she fell silent again. The doctors had told him it was a good sign that she would be waking up soon, and he was not ready to leave her side even with the assurance she would soon be awake.
Sleep wouldn't come to him, and from the noises of the airplanes up above he knew something was happening out in the dessert. Somehow he knew it had to do with the death threat on Mac, and Webb was involved some way or another. The secretiveness of Webb's actions earlier led him to believe he was holding back, hoping to keep him from going along.
It had worked, he knew that nothing would have stopped him from protecting Mac from anymore harm done to her if he had any say in it. The protectiveness he knew had always been there, but he hid it behind protecting his partner, his job, and his friendship with her. Now he knew better, it came from his love for her and knowing that his world would end without her in it.
Working at JAG hadn't been the same since she left. There was no more bickering and no more joking around with his partner that he was so used to having every day. Bud was an excellent partner, but nothing would live up to having his best friend being beside him or against him.
The ritual dinners they had shared since her leaving JAG had kept him going without seeing her every day at work. It also led him to hope they would become much more without the rules and regulation hanging over their head.
The quiet, "Harm" next to him brought his head up, and he found himself looking into those dark brown eyes. His face lighted up with a smile as he watched her look at him.
*************************************
Inside Taliban Camp
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Webb had not been happy when he was stopped from entering the bombed camp before it was cleared by the military. Being told his job there was only to get information needed, and not to actually fight against any survivors.
Looking around there was not much left standing up. The buildings had been blown away to pieces except for one towards the center that had most of its walls torn away, but it was standing like a last testament to the camp it used to be. A testament to the fight that was not over yet between Western Civilization and the terrorists that threatens the world.
Webb headed there knowing that if he were going to find anything it would be in the remains of that building. If any others would reveal anything it would take time to dig and unbury it before it would be found.
Entering, he found men walking around and digging. "Have they found anything?" Webb asked the nearest man.
"No sir. There is some evidence some people in the camp had left before the bombing had started, and might have gotten away with any papers or other evidence. We won't know for sure until more searching has been done."
"Thanks Sergeant, I will be taking my own search of the building."
The man nodded his head as Webb walked away.
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Base Hospital
~~~~~~~~~~
"Hey, you've got to stop falling asleep on a guy. He might start thinking he is boring you," said Harm as he watched her wake up once more.
"You, never," she choked out with her mouth dry. Harm was soon there with ice chips for her.
"Well, a lesser man than me would. Besides the doctors are trying to get rid of us. They want to send you home."
"Harm, what aren't you telling me? They usually don't send someone home unless they are recovered or the patient needs more expertise help then they can offer."
Knowing she wouldn't accept anything less than the full truth, he went for it. "Mac, the longer you stay here the more your life is in danger. The Taliban wants you dead. They sent out pictures of you for all of their members to see."
"So they were after me originally in the bombing? So I'm the reason why all those people died in the bombing."
"It's not your fault. You had no idea that was going to happen. If you had you would have done everything in your power to save those people's lives by getting them out of there."
"Don't placate me." A tear rolled down her cheek, and stopped by Harm's fingers.
"You know me better then that. I know you and I know that you had no way of knowing this was going to happen, and if you could have done something, you would have done everything in your power to stop it including giving your life. Evil men did this, and they are the only ones at fault here. You were meant to live through it, and continue helping against the fight against terrorism." He paused for a moment before continuing, "plus I need you."
"Why Harm?"
"Because I love you."
A yawn escaped and her eyes started to shut again, but before sleep captured her again, she whispered, "I wish I could believe that."
Harm sat surprised. He didn't know which part she didn't believe, but knew in his heart that she didn't believe his words of love.
"I'll make you believe, Sarah. Just give me a chance and I will prove my love for you."
Though she was already asleep once again, Harm watched as a small smile appeared on her face giving him hope.
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On Route to Base
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Webb closed his eyes from the exhaustion. He had been up all night trying to find evidence about the Taliban and the bombings. They only found some maps and some notes, but nothing concrete.
He would go in and tell Harm the latest news before hitting the hay. Webb knew that Harm knew something was up, and was anxiously awaiting his news. They arrived at base and he headed straight to the hospital.
Webb entered the room to find Harm sound asleep with his head lying against the bed. Taping him on the shoulder, Harm slowly woke up.
"She must be getting better if you are allowing yourself sound sleep," Webb stated.
"Mac woke up a few times during the night. The doctors have okayed her to be released tonight to be sent home. She'll need to check into Bethseda though."
"I'm guessing they'll try to make her escape as quiet as possible so no one suspect her leaving from outside of base."
"They're planning that as we speak. They want to make it as safe, but want her to be as comfortable as possible. So where have you been? Taking part in the action?"
"They wouldn't let me do much, but they bombed away a Taliban Camp, and then we were sent in to retrieve all evidence we could find which wasn't much. Most escaped before the attack."
"So they knew what we were planning? Or at least guessed something would be happening?"
"Probably, I won't be going back home anytime soon. I've got to stay back and work on the bombings. I need some sleep, but I'll try to stop by before you guys leave. Take care of her, Harm."
************************************
Tarmac
Later that evening
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harm watched as the pilots got the helicopter ready to leave. Mac was lying on a cot next to him that was somehow secured to the wall. It seemed like forever since he came to Afghanistan to rescue her, and now they were finally going home. He knew Mac's future would once again be up in the air, as she will no longer be allowed to work for the CIA. A part of him hoped that she would come back to JAG, but knew it wasn't likely. He hoped even more that wherever her career now took her it wouldn't be without him.
TBC....