Moms, Guns, and Diapers Part 12/17
Disclaimer - See part one for all important information
As if in slow motion, she pulled the trigger. The bullet slowly left the gun and imbedded itself into Sadik's forehead. The force of the bullet piercing his brain caused him to loosen his hold on Harm. Harm pushed himself off Sadik as they both fell to the ground. As quickly as the bullet left he gun the Marines in the room gathered their weapons and pointed them at Sadik's fallen form. Harm rolled over and pulled the gun from Sadik's hand. He stood and joined the others as they pointed the body.
Mac lowered her gun but stood her ground as commotion started to fill the bullpen. AJ approached Harm. "You all right, Commander?"
"Just a little roughed up, sir. Nothing serious," Harm reported as the CIA agents filled the room.
Webb walked over to Mac. "I thought I told you to wait outside."
Mac was about to respond as AJ broke in. "Webb, leave her alone. If it wasn't for Mac, Harm would be dead or worse, even some others."
Harm caught Mac's eyes and smiled softly. "I owe you one."
"Let's call it even," Mac softly said as Harm shook his head.
One of the CIA agents walked over to Mac and took her gun. As soon as it was out of her hand Harm was able to notice the slight tremor in her hands.
AJ took a deep breath. "This is going to be a lot of paper work."
"Yes, sir," Harm and Mac agreed. The rest of the staff was attempting to stand out of the way as the agents cleaned up the mess.
AJ looked at Mac and asked, "One thing, Mac. With a shot like that, why aren't you a sharpshooter?"
Mac gave off a slight chuckle. "Well, you see, during the training I did hit the target, but it wasn't mine. It was the one right next to mine."
AJ and Harm looked at each other. "The one next to yours," AJ said.
"Yes, sir."
"So knowing this you still took the shot?" AJ asked.
"Yes, sir."
Harm took a chance to ask a question. "Who were you aiming at?"
Mac took a deep breath and lightly shook her head from side to side. "You don't want to know."
Trish and Harriet slowly walked over to AJ, Mac, and Harm. "Harm?" Trish softly said as fear was still etched all over her.
"Mom." Harm quickly walked over to her and Trish hugged him for all she was worth. "It's okay, Mom, I'm fine."
"You're sure?" Trish asked as ran her hands over his shoulders and down his arms, checking for bruises.
Harm suppressed a chuckle. "I'm fine, Mom. Nothing happened."
"Is this a typical day?" Trish asked, trying to lighten the mood.
"It hasn't been for awhile," Mac calmly said.
Trish looked over at Mac and walked to the younger woman. "Thank you."
She then pulled Mac into her arms and whispered the words over and over again in Mac's ear.
Mac closed her eyes and held onto Trish as Harm watched a bond being formed between the most important women in his life. Trish finally pulled back after a long moment and wiped the tears from her eyes. "I don't care what Harm says. You are family now."
Mac let out of short chuckle and smiled at Trish. "Sure, Trish."
"Can we try Mom?" Trish asked.
Mac's eyes softened as she saw Trish in a different light. She blinked a few times to keep the tears in her eyes at bay. "I'd like that."
"Good," Trish said before Webb interrupted the moment.
"AJ, we need to get this area secure and get Harm and Mac down to headquarters. Some of the agents are going to need to get statements from witnesses," Clay said.
"Understood." AJ nodded as he motioned for Jen and Harriet to walk over to him. "Coates, let's secure the office for the day. All personnel is to go home if the CIA doesn't need to see them."
"Aye-aye, sir," Coates said before she walked back to her desk to make a few phone calls.
"Lieutenant Sims, set up some of the conference rooms for the agents to use to get statements. Also get the duty roster so they know who to talk to. After everyone who needs to see an agent has, let them leave for the day."
"Aye-aye, Sir," Harriet said. But before she walked away she turned to Mac. "Ma'am, are you okay?"
Mac looked at her friend. "I will be, Harriet."
Harriet gave her a soft smile and walked out of the bullpen to get the conference rooms ready.
"Mac, Harm, we need to get both of you down there now. Kersh wants to talk," Webb practically ordered.
Harm went to open his mouth but Mac caught his eye and he promptly shut it. "Give us five minutes, Clay, and we'll be right behind you. We have some things to take care of before we can go."
Clay shook his head before he walked off to give orders to other agents.
"Irritating little twirp," Trish commented, causing the three officers to laugh.
"You don't know the half of it," AJ said before he looked at Mac and Harm. "Don't give the CIA a hard time."
"Never, sir," Harm said with a minor glint in his eye.
AJ didn't respond. He just walked away from them. Harm took a breath. "We'd better go."
"I'll be right back," Mac said as she walked into her office.
Trish watched as Mac walked past the agents who were dealing with Sadik's body. "Is she going to be okay, Harmon?"
"After a while she will be," Harm said as they moved towards his office.
"You'll make sure of it. Right?" Trish asked.
"Of course, Mom." Harm picked his cover off his desk, then his coat, and his car keys. As he looked at the keys he thought of something. "Mac's going to need a favor."
Trish gave Harm a confused look as they left his office and went into Mac's. Mac looked up as they entered the office. "Jimmy," Mac said in a worried tone. "Who knows when the CIA will be done with us?"
"Can Harriet take him tonight?" Harm asked.
Mac sighed. "No, she was going to take him tomorrow night, even though AJ is almost all better now."
"I can take him," Trish offered.
Mac looked at Trish. "I couldn't ask you to."
Trish smiled. "You're not asking. I'm offering. That's what family does."
"Thanks, Trish," Mac said, then she corrected herself. "Thanks, Mom."
Trish and Harm's smiles both grew at Mac's words. "I'll pick Jimmy up from daycare and we'll go to your apartment and fix dinner for the three of us."
"Sounds good to me, but Mom, we don't know when we'll be done," Harm told her.
Trish thought for a minute. "That's fine. If you're not back by eight, I'll put the food in the fridge and take Jimmy to the hotel with me."
"Mom..." Harm started, knowing how Mac would react to this.
"Harmon, he's a good baby and he likes me," Trish smiled, thereby ending the discussion.
Mac reached into her purse and handed Trish her keys. "Here's the keys to the SUV and my house key is the one with the M."
Trish looked at the keys. "You have an M on your keys."
Harm blushed slightly. "They're my keys."
Trish raised an eyebrow and placed the keys into her pocket. "We'll talk about this later, Harmon."
"Yes, Ma'am," Harm muttered.
"We better get going, Harm," Mac said, getting him out of the hot water he was going to be in with his mom.
Harm shook his head. "Yeah, the sooner we get this done with the better. We'll see you later, Mom."
"If not, dinner will be there for the two of you," Trish motherly said to them as Mac put her coat on and grabbed her cover and purse.
End of Part 12