Moms, Guns, and Diapers Part 10/17
Disclaimer - See part one for all important information
JAG Headquarters
1:35 PM
"Clay, what are you doing here?" Mac said as Clay walked over to her in the courtroom.
Clay smiled. "Just thought I would try to talk you into dinner tonight."
"Can't. I'm having dinner with Harm and his mother."
"Rabb and his mother. I can think of a better way to spend the evening," Clay smirked.
Mac rolled her eyes. "Friends, Clay. Just friends."
"I know you and Rabb are."
Mac locked his gaze with Clay. "So are you and I."
"Can't blame a guy for trying."
"Yes, I can." Mac smiled as they started to walk out of the courtroom.
They moved towards the stairs leading to the next floor where they encountered three MP's at the foot of the stairs with their weapons drawn. "He's holding the staff hostage."
"What's going on?" Mac asked as she overheard the comment made by one of the MP's.
"A man in Ops is holding everyone hostage. He's got a gun on Commander Rabb," one of the men reported.
"What?" Mac and Clay said at the same time.
"Yes, ma'am, sir," the other MP said.
"Who are you in contact with?" Clay asked as he noticed the walkie-talkie in the third MP's hand.
"PO Coates. She's in her office and the man hasn't noticed her yet."
Mac held her hand out for the walkie-talkie. "Let me have it."
The MP handed the walkie-talkie over to her. "Coates, it's Colonel MacKenzie. What's the situation?"
"Ma'am." Coates nervous voice came over the static of the line. "A man is holding Commander Rabb at gunpoint as well as the rest of the bullpen."
"What does he look like?" Mac asked.
"Black hair, brown eyes, medium build, a little shorter than the commander. He's wearing a suit with a pass and he has an accent. It sounds middle-eastern or possibly Spanish," Coates informed Mac.
Mac and Clay shared an odd look. "Jen, stay calm, help is coming."
"Help's already here, ma'am. There are six MP's standing in the bullpen with there guns trained on the man and Commander Rabb. There are two more outside the door."
Clay's cell-phone rang as Mac talked to Jen. "Webb. What? Are you sure? Well," he glanced at Mac. "I know where he is. Get a team to JAG headquarters."
Mac glanced at Webb for an explanation. "Sadik has been spotted in DC. They think he's going to come after you and Harm, since you two ruined his plan."
"Jen, hold on," Mac said before she handed the walkie-talkie back to the Marine. "Why isn't he after you?"
"I was left for dead," Clay informed her.
Mac's mind began to run a million miles a minute. "He's in the bullpen. Your boys in the CIA are brilliant."
"I've got a team coming. They should be downstairs in five minutes. Tell Coates to stay calm."
"Gee, and here I was going to tell her to panic," Mac muttered to Clay.
Clay tried not to comment back so he settled for an order. "Stay here. I'll bring the team up."
Clay hurried down the hall before he could hear Mac respond. "CIA agents do not pull rank on me."
As Clay headed out the back stairwell Mac turned to the three Marines. "Where are you're men located?"
"Six on the inside of the offices, two outside the glass doors, and several in the stairwells. I contacted the ones on the main floor to alert them about the CIA joining us," the first marine responded.
Mac shook her head as she absorbed the information.
"What's the plan, ma'am?"
Mac glanced at the Marine. "Give me your gun."
"Ma'am?" the three responded.
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Give me your gun and let me through."
"Ma'am, didn't he tell you to wait?"
"Staff Sergeant. Need I remind you I am a superior officer? Now give me your weapon before I get your six for disobeying a direct order," Mac warned. The staff sergeant glanced at the Marines next to him. "You're a Marine, staff sergeant, who will handle this better, me or the CIA? There are officers up there who need someone on their side. We both know if the CIA goes up there, there will be more than one casualty."
Mac took a breath to calm herself and give him a minute to think about her words. "Give me your weapon."
He handed Mac his weapon. "Warn the other MP's I'm on my way up," Mac said as she tested the weight of the weapon in her hand.
She started up the steps when the staff sergeant called to her. "Semper fi, ma'am."
"Semper fi," Mac repeated as she continued up the steps.
Mac slowly crept up the steps and made her way onto the floor of JAG. As she reached the end of the stairs an MP greeted her. "Ma'am."
"Gunnery sergeant," Mac said as she quickly glanced at his rank. "What's the situation?"
"The man has Commander Rabb in the center of the bullpen with a gun on him. We've got six men inside."
Mac walked over to the glass of the doorway and looked in. She saw the staff standing in place, almost frozen in place. She looked over towards Harm and her heart stopped as she saw the gun against his neck.
"Put your guns down!" Sadik demanded. "It would be a shame if one you missed and hit your commander here."
AJ looked at the MP's standing in the bullpen. He also took a quick inventory of his staff. There were too many people who could be hit by accident. "You heard him. Put down your weapons."
The Marine MP's shared confused looks, but they didn't follow the orders.
"Now! Damn it!" Sadik screamed and tightened his hold around Harm's neck.
"Now! That's an order," AJ commanded the MP's. They slowly lowered their weapons to the floor. Once the guns were on the floor AJ stared at Sadik. "The weapons are on the floor. Let him go."
"Let him go. This infidel, you must be joking. I will kill him then I will let go of him."
"You'll never get away with this. You kill me and they kill you," Harm groaned as he struggled with Sadik.
Mac slowly opened the glass door and walked towards the bullpen. She paused by the threshold of the bullpen and listened as she held her gun close to her.
Sadik was able to keep the upper hand on Harm and pressed the cold steel of the gun forcefully into his neck. "By the time they pick up their guns I'll be able to take out a few more of you." He looked around the bullpen at the terrified staff. "Maybe I'll start with the blond woman or perhaps the woman who was in your office."
Harriet and Trish gasped as they realized he was referring to them.
"I wouldn't be so sure," a female voice called from the doorway of the bullpen.
End of Part 10