Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine and belong to Donald P.
Bellisario. I am not making any money off of my story and don't intend to.
Rating: PG - Just about the same type of stuff you would see in a normal episode of JAG. There's no swearing, no sexual situations or anything. Just some romance, a little action.
This is my first fanfiction story and I hope all of you enjoy it. Feedback is definitely welcome.
Chapter 6: Unconscious wishes
JAG Headquarters
Falls Church, VA
400 EST
Bud had retained quite a bit of information. It had been an all day project, but needed. Phone records and past cases showed much more than anyone would think. First off, Harm had been calling Commander Murphy quite a bit in the past two weeks. In fact, more than he had called him during Murphy's trial. Knowing this, it led Bud to start investigating Harm's past case. So far, however, not much had been revealed to him, only that the case had long been solved. The only available files to him at the moment were the case transcripts. The case files had not been given to him yet. In fact, he was curious as to why it was taking so long.
Petty Officer Coates suddenly walked into his view. Immediately Bud felt a need to inquire why he hadn't gotten the files yet. "Petty Officer!"
Coates quickly stopped and turned to look at him. "Sir?"
Bud walked up to her. "Have you been able to get the files to the Murphy UA case that Commander Rabb was working on?"
Coates shook her head. "Still working on it, sir. I checked JAG records and Commander Rabb's file cabinet in his office and didn't find it."
"You went into Commander Rabb's office?"
"The Admiral gave me permission, sir."
Bud nodded, sitting down in a chair near him in the bullpen. "I don't understand why we can't find it."
"There is a record of it on the computer, sir, but nothing past that."
"Thanks, Jennifer."
Coates smiled. Then she became somewhat serious. "So what does all this mean for the Commander?"
Bud stood up again and moved to his office. Coates followed, waiting for an answer. Sitting down at his desk, Bud looked at the massive amount of files and records on his desk pertaining to his endless search for answers. "I don't know. It can't be good."
Mac's Apartment
Georgetown
2100 EST
Mac, Sturgis, and Bud had been at it for hours. The investigation had become much more complicated. They had looked endlessly through the files that Harm had in his apartment, as well as the initial reports from the NCIS. Certainly a fight had taken place in the apartment, but why the fight had taken place and what had driven Harm out of the apartment was still quite a mystery. On top of that, where was he going? It brought issues in as to what he might have known. What was Harm hiding? What was Murphy hiding for that matter? All of these questions begged to be answered.
"Ok, let's look at the case one more time," Mac replied, picking up the papers to go over it once again. She felt she had been looking at them for days.
Sturgis sighed. "Okay, one more time. Murphy was charged with UA."
Mac nodded. "Right, he suffered a loss of pay and was suspended because he was only gone for a few days."
Bud looked at them both. "He went UA because . "
Sturgis jumped in. "The files had said family issues, which is probably how Harm got the lesser sentence."
"Why would the case be gone from JAG records? I don't see the significance to do such a thing," Bud said.
Mac stood up from the couch and started to pace slowly. "The question comes back to why Murphy went UA. It says family issues, but it could've been much more. It would explain why Harm became more involved after the case was finished."
Sturgis shook his head. "Maybe, but why would Harm erase it from records?"
"Who said he did? Anyone could have done that."
Bud leaned back in the chair he was sitting in. "That's dangerously close to crossing the "conspiracy" line, ma'am."
"Why not? We're stumped as to why Harm would do all that he did. This proves that he knew more than he should have. Because of that, he got himself in trouble," Mac explained.
Sturgis chimed in again. "So what was Murphy really involved in?"
Mac nodded. "That's what we have to find out."
Bud sighed, shifting ahead in his chair and beginning to pack the files away. "I think it's something we need to start tomorrow."
"I agree. I'm too tired to think clearly at the moment. We can start fresh tomorrow," Sturgis countered.
Mac grabbed the files angrily from Bud. "We can't stop. Harm needs us to get this. We're close."
Sturgis then stood up to face Mac. "Colonel, we can't do any more tonight. Tomorrow we will have places to go, people to question."
Mac didn't want to hear that, didn't want to stop. She needed to solve this case and she wouldn't stop until she did. "Harm wouldn't stop if one of us was in trouble."
"Ma'am, it's 2100. I have to get home. It's late," Bud replied.
Sturgis nodded. "Mac, even if we continued tonight, I don't think we could get past where we are right now without talking to witnesses. We haven't done that yet. We may be close, but we still have a ways to go. You know that."
Mac did know that. But it was frustrating. All of the passion she had right now was being channeled into this case, because she couldn't release the passion where she wanted. That was ok, though, for her. She needed to feel that passion to move on with this case without getting too emotional as to why she was working so hard at it all in the first place. However, it was still difficult for her to separate the two.
She finally gave the files back to Bud and walked to the door. "You're right. I'll let you guys go," she said with a little smile.
Sturgis smiled lightly back. "Mac, we'll get them. I promise you, all right?"
With that, Bud and Sturgis left.
Mac couldn't believe that she had acted that way. Sturgis had been right. She knew what needed to be done, and knew that no matter how much she wanted to get all of it done tonight, she couldn't. It was neither physically or emotionally possible for her, or for any of them. The day had been long with the non-stop investigation of this case. It had taken clear priority over the other cases they had on their plates, so the need to solve it quickly was strong.
Moving over to the couch, Mac stretched out on it. She wasn't exactly sleepy, but she was exhausted at the same time. However, before she knew it, she was fast asleep.
There was a knock at the door. Mac, awaking from her slumber, realized then that she had fallen asleep on the couch. Raising herself up off the couch, she walked quietly over to the door and opened it.
"Hey."
Mac smiled to herself. She now knew what was going on.
"Hey Harm."
"Can I come in?"
Mac nodded. "Sure." Harm walked quietly in and Mac closed the door. "Why are you over here? I thought our dreams were taking place in your apartment," Mac replied sarcastically, still unbelieving of the whole thing.
Harm turned to her. "They were. I think it has something to do with the state of my apartment right now . I don't think you want to be in it."
His apartment had looked pretty bad, Mac thought. Harm moved over to her couch and sat down heavily. He looked just as tired as she had felt. The coma must finally be having an affect on him "How are you feeling?" Mac finally asked. She then moved over to the couch to sit next to him.
Harm shrugged. "As good as I can be, I guess."
Mac leaned back against the couch, and, without looking at him, asked, "Did you really miss me?"
Harm didn't look back at her, either. "Yeah."
The silence after that was almost unbearable. Neither wanted to say anything, neither wanted to chance messing up what had just been revealed. It may be small, but Harm admitting that made Mac believe that their friendship might be ok. It may have survived something huge, and it's still beating.
"I missed you, too," Mac offered. She knew she needed to say it back, knew it needed to be said. She needed to forget everything that was preventing her from saying these things to him, and just say them.
Harm then looked to her. "How are you doing? You look tired."
"As good as I can be." Harm smiled at her. "Harm, you don't look good." Mac knew he was exhausted. Something was weighing him down. Something was making it difficult for him to be here.
"I've been worse."
Mac nodded, wishing that she could make it better for him. There was a way she could make him feel a little better, though. She moved all the way to the end of the couch and placed a pillow in her lap. She looked to him and patted the pillow. "Lay down, Harm. Rest. You might feel better."
Harm looked to her. "No, it's ok. I just need to drink some coffee or something ."
But Mac didn't let him finish. "Commander, lay your head down here. Let's just rest together tonight."
Harm didn't want to argue. In fact, he had dreamed of this. He had always wanted Mac to just hold him all night long. Whether it was emotionally or physically. This time it would be a little of both. He felt horrible that he couldn't help her, couldn't be there for her, couldn't give her any of the information that she had asked for. And physically he just wasn't feeling well. Even in his own dream his body felt like he was in a coma.
Releasing himself to her, he stretched himself out on the couch and placed his head on the pillow in her lap. He rested his hand on her leg, in his own way wanting to comfort her. Mac smiled faintly, happy that he was letting himself rest. She started running her hands through his hair and down his neck. Harm just closed his eyes, feeling her massaging all of the worry from his mind. He was forgetting that he was in serious physical condition and instead let himself drift into what would be left of this dream. Because it was indeed a dream, no matter how much he wished it was real.
Mac heard him groan pleasantly, and she continued to comfort him. This was something that she always wanted to do. To show him how well they can comfort each other in times of need. They did so as friends, certainly, but what was happening now was more intimate than they had been in a long time. Or ever, for that matter. Mac felt him lightly running his hand across her leg, wanting to return the same comfort. In minutes, Harm was fast asleep. His breathing had become shallow as Mac continued to run her fingers lazily through his hair and down his neck, feeling his skin tingle underneath her touch.
Mac then felt a need to tell him. A need to say something to him that she had been wanting to say ever since Paraguay. She bent down low to his ear and whispered, "I'm sorry for hurting you, Harm." She didn't know if he heard her or not, but in response he nuzzled himself even more against her. She placed a small kiss on his neck and then wrapped her arms around him. She soon fell asleep.
Mac's Apartment
Georgetown
0700 - The next day
The sun shined brightly into the room. So brightly that instantly Mac knew that she was not sleeping in her room. Her eyes slowly opened and she realized then that there was no Harm. Again she had been caught up in her dreams, and they were becoming more real by the minute. They were becoming so much more harder to separate. Harm's presence in her dreams had reawakened her need for him, and waking up from one was torture. She wished so much that Harm was well and that she could feel him for real. It almost didn't matter if they ended up as just friends, as long as Harm was okay.
Getting up slowly, she moved quietly throughout her apartment to get herself ready for work.
Rating: PG - Just about the same type of stuff you would see in a normal episode of JAG. There's no swearing, no sexual situations or anything. Just some romance, a little action.
This is my first fanfiction story and I hope all of you enjoy it. Feedback is definitely welcome.
Chapter 6: Unconscious wishes
JAG Headquarters
Falls Church, VA
400 EST
Bud had retained quite a bit of information. It had been an all day project, but needed. Phone records and past cases showed much more than anyone would think. First off, Harm had been calling Commander Murphy quite a bit in the past two weeks. In fact, more than he had called him during Murphy's trial. Knowing this, it led Bud to start investigating Harm's past case. So far, however, not much had been revealed to him, only that the case had long been solved. The only available files to him at the moment were the case transcripts. The case files had not been given to him yet. In fact, he was curious as to why it was taking so long.
Petty Officer Coates suddenly walked into his view. Immediately Bud felt a need to inquire why he hadn't gotten the files yet. "Petty Officer!"
Coates quickly stopped and turned to look at him. "Sir?"
Bud walked up to her. "Have you been able to get the files to the Murphy UA case that Commander Rabb was working on?"
Coates shook her head. "Still working on it, sir. I checked JAG records and Commander Rabb's file cabinet in his office and didn't find it."
"You went into Commander Rabb's office?"
"The Admiral gave me permission, sir."
Bud nodded, sitting down in a chair near him in the bullpen. "I don't understand why we can't find it."
"There is a record of it on the computer, sir, but nothing past that."
"Thanks, Jennifer."
Coates smiled. Then she became somewhat serious. "So what does all this mean for the Commander?"
Bud stood up again and moved to his office. Coates followed, waiting for an answer. Sitting down at his desk, Bud looked at the massive amount of files and records on his desk pertaining to his endless search for answers. "I don't know. It can't be good."
Mac's Apartment
Georgetown
2100 EST
Mac, Sturgis, and Bud had been at it for hours. The investigation had become much more complicated. They had looked endlessly through the files that Harm had in his apartment, as well as the initial reports from the NCIS. Certainly a fight had taken place in the apartment, but why the fight had taken place and what had driven Harm out of the apartment was still quite a mystery. On top of that, where was he going? It brought issues in as to what he might have known. What was Harm hiding? What was Murphy hiding for that matter? All of these questions begged to be answered.
"Ok, let's look at the case one more time," Mac replied, picking up the papers to go over it once again. She felt she had been looking at them for days.
Sturgis sighed. "Okay, one more time. Murphy was charged with UA."
Mac nodded. "Right, he suffered a loss of pay and was suspended because he was only gone for a few days."
Bud looked at them both. "He went UA because . "
Sturgis jumped in. "The files had said family issues, which is probably how Harm got the lesser sentence."
"Why would the case be gone from JAG records? I don't see the significance to do such a thing," Bud said.
Mac stood up from the couch and started to pace slowly. "The question comes back to why Murphy went UA. It says family issues, but it could've been much more. It would explain why Harm became more involved after the case was finished."
Sturgis shook his head. "Maybe, but why would Harm erase it from records?"
"Who said he did? Anyone could have done that."
Bud leaned back in the chair he was sitting in. "That's dangerously close to crossing the "conspiracy" line, ma'am."
"Why not? We're stumped as to why Harm would do all that he did. This proves that he knew more than he should have. Because of that, he got himself in trouble," Mac explained.
Sturgis chimed in again. "So what was Murphy really involved in?"
Mac nodded. "That's what we have to find out."
Bud sighed, shifting ahead in his chair and beginning to pack the files away. "I think it's something we need to start tomorrow."
"I agree. I'm too tired to think clearly at the moment. We can start fresh tomorrow," Sturgis countered.
Mac grabbed the files angrily from Bud. "We can't stop. Harm needs us to get this. We're close."
Sturgis then stood up to face Mac. "Colonel, we can't do any more tonight. Tomorrow we will have places to go, people to question."
Mac didn't want to hear that, didn't want to stop. She needed to solve this case and she wouldn't stop until she did. "Harm wouldn't stop if one of us was in trouble."
"Ma'am, it's 2100. I have to get home. It's late," Bud replied.
Sturgis nodded. "Mac, even if we continued tonight, I don't think we could get past where we are right now without talking to witnesses. We haven't done that yet. We may be close, but we still have a ways to go. You know that."
Mac did know that. But it was frustrating. All of the passion she had right now was being channeled into this case, because she couldn't release the passion where she wanted. That was ok, though, for her. She needed to feel that passion to move on with this case without getting too emotional as to why she was working so hard at it all in the first place. However, it was still difficult for her to separate the two.
She finally gave the files back to Bud and walked to the door. "You're right. I'll let you guys go," she said with a little smile.
Sturgis smiled lightly back. "Mac, we'll get them. I promise you, all right?"
With that, Bud and Sturgis left.
Mac couldn't believe that she had acted that way. Sturgis had been right. She knew what needed to be done, and knew that no matter how much she wanted to get all of it done tonight, she couldn't. It was neither physically or emotionally possible for her, or for any of them. The day had been long with the non-stop investigation of this case. It had taken clear priority over the other cases they had on their plates, so the need to solve it quickly was strong.
Moving over to the couch, Mac stretched out on it. She wasn't exactly sleepy, but she was exhausted at the same time. However, before she knew it, she was fast asleep.
There was a knock at the door. Mac, awaking from her slumber, realized then that she had fallen asleep on the couch. Raising herself up off the couch, she walked quietly over to the door and opened it.
"Hey."
Mac smiled to herself. She now knew what was going on.
"Hey Harm."
"Can I come in?"
Mac nodded. "Sure." Harm walked quietly in and Mac closed the door. "Why are you over here? I thought our dreams were taking place in your apartment," Mac replied sarcastically, still unbelieving of the whole thing.
Harm turned to her. "They were. I think it has something to do with the state of my apartment right now . I don't think you want to be in it."
His apartment had looked pretty bad, Mac thought. Harm moved over to her couch and sat down heavily. He looked just as tired as she had felt. The coma must finally be having an affect on him "How are you feeling?" Mac finally asked. She then moved over to the couch to sit next to him.
Harm shrugged. "As good as I can be, I guess."
Mac leaned back against the couch, and, without looking at him, asked, "Did you really miss me?"
Harm didn't look back at her, either. "Yeah."
The silence after that was almost unbearable. Neither wanted to say anything, neither wanted to chance messing up what had just been revealed. It may be small, but Harm admitting that made Mac believe that their friendship might be ok. It may have survived something huge, and it's still beating.
"I missed you, too," Mac offered. She knew she needed to say it back, knew it needed to be said. She needed to forget everything that was preventing her from saying these things to him, and just say them.
Harm then looked to her. "How are you doing? You look tired."
"As good as I can be." Harm smiled at her. "Harm, you don't look good." Mac knew he was exhausted. Something was weighing him down. Something was making it difficult for him to be here.
"I've been worse."
Mac nodded, wishing that she could make it better for him. There was a way she could make him feel a little better, though. She moved all the way to the end of the couch and placed a pillow in her lap. She looked to him and patted the pillow. "Lay down, Harm. Rest. You might feel better."
Harm looked to her. "No, it's ok. I just need to drink some coffee or something ."
But Mac didn't let him finish. "Commander, lay your head down here. Let's just rest together tonight."
Harm didn't want to argue. In fact, he had dreamed of this. He had always wanted Mac to just hold him all night long. Whether it was emotionally or physically. This time it would be a little of both. He felt horrible that he couldn't help her, couldn't be there for her, couldn't give her any of the information that she had asked for. And physically he just wasn't feeling well. Even in his own dream his body felt like he was in a coma.
Releasing himself to her, he stretched himself out on the couch and placed his head on the pillow in her lap. He rested his hand on her leg, in his own way wanting to comfort her. Mac smiled faintly, happy that he was letting himself rest. She started running her hands through his hair and down his neck. Harm just closed his eyes, feeling her massaging all of the worry from his mind. He was forgetting that he was in serious physical condition and instead let himself drift into what would be left of this dream. Because it was indeed a dream, no matter how much he wished it was real.
Mac heard him groan pleasantly, and she continued to comfort him. This was something that she always wanted to do. To show him how well they can comfort each other in times of need. They did so as friends, certainly, but what was happening now was more intimate than they had been in a long time. Or ever, for that matter. Mac felt him lightly running his hand across her leg, wanting to return the same comfort. In minutes, Harm was fast asleep. His breathing had become shallow as Mac continued to run her fingers lazily through his hair and down his neck, feeling his skin tingle underneath her touch.
Mac then felt a need to tell him. A need to say something to him that she had been wanting to say ever since Paraguay. She bent down low to his ear and whispered, "I'm sorry for hurting you, Harm." She didn't know if he heard her or not, but in response he nuzzled himself even more against her. She placed a small kiss on his neck and then wrapped her arms around him. She soon fell asleep.
Mac's Apartment
Georgetown
0700 - The next day
The sun shined brightly into the room. So brightly that instantly Mac knew that she was not sleeping in her room. Her eyes slowly opened and she realized then that there was no Harm. Again she had been caught up in her dreams, and they were becoming more real by the minute. They were becoming so much more harder to separate. Harm's presence in her dreams had reawakened her need for him, and waking up from one was torture. She wished so much that Harm was well and that she could feel him for real. It almost didn't matter if they ended up as just friends, as long as Harm was okay.
Getting up slowly, she moved quietly throughout her apartment to get herself ready for work.
