…Till Death Does Us Part - Part 15/22

Disclaimer - See part one for all important information

George Washington Hospital

11:46 PM

Mac rushed into the hospital.  She ran to the admit desk.  "I'm looking for my husband."  She told the clerk in one breath.

The clerk noticed her panic-stricken expression.  "His name?"

"Harmon Rabb," Mac told him as she looked around the busy room hoping to see someone who might be able to help her.

The man looked at her.  "We don't have anyone here by that name."

"What,"  Mac was about to say something, when she heard her name called.  She looked behind her and saw Clay standing there with blood on his shirt.

"What happened," she asked as she moved towards Clay.

"I can't tell you," Clay informed her.

Mac didn't hold back as she yelled.  "Don't give me that shit, Clayton.  What the hell happened to my husband?"

"Husband?" Clay absently questioned.

Mac stared at Clay thinking he misheard her.  "Harm.  What happened to him?  And where is he, Clay?"

Clay decided to let the word 'husband' slide knowing Mac was acting out of fear of loosing Harm.  Besides she was dating him.  She would be reacting the same way if he were the one laying in the hospital bed.

"Clay!"  Mac snapped him out of his thoughts.

Clay grabbed her hand and pulled her aside to avoid more of a scene.  He took a breath and whispered.  "We found out who was trying to kill the two of you.  We went into the warehouse and were spotted.  I got taken and Harm rescued me."

Mac glared at him.  "Where's Harm?"

"Surgery.  He was hit twice in the chest."

Mac put her hand across her mouth as a muffled sob left her.  "Is he okay?"

"He's got the best men working on him, Sarah." Clay took her hand and led her towards the elevator.  "There's a waiting area outside of surgery.  We can wait there."

Mac couldn't say anything, as she let Clay lead her into the elevator.

Sunday November 23

2:06 AM

Mac paced the small waiting area, praying the door would open and the doctor would tell her that Harm was okay.  Or even better she hoped, she would wake up from this nightmare. 

"Mac, sit down," Clay pleaded from the couch.  He was wearing a set of hospital scrubs as his clothes were in the trashcan from Harm's blood.

"I can't, I'm too worried," Mac said as her hands trembled.

Clay walked over to her and took her hands.  "I'm worried, too."

Mac glanced towards the door.  "What if he doesn't make it?" 

Clay placed his hand on her cheek.  "This is Rabb.  The man's got more lives then a video game character."

Mac gave a small chuckle as a tear fell down her cheek.  Clay wiped the tear away and smiled sweetly at her.  "He's going to be fine."

Mac shook her head.  "Yeah.  I know."

"Do you want some coffee," Clay asked.

"That would be great," Mac gave him a soft smile.

Clay took a chance and kissed her cheek.  "I'll be back in a minute."

She shook her head and Clay moved towards the elevator.  He hit the button and turned around to look at Mac.  He watched as she stood looking out the window of the sixth floor.  He grinned, as he had to admit to himself she looked very good in those jeans and that sweatshirt, even though it said US Navy across the front.  The elevator dinged and he stepped into it.

Mac tried to lose herself in the lights of the city like a thousand fireflies stuck in the blackness of DC.  Every now and then red taillights could be seen going down the streets or sirens could be heard.  She sighed as she thought about Harm as he watched her while she was in the hospital.  She crossed her arms in front of her wishing they were Harm's arms holding her tight.

She stepped away from the window as the elevator doors opened.  She watched as a man walked into the waiting area with Admiral Chegwidden directly behind him.  Mac snapped to attention as AJ walked over to her and waved off her stance.  She carefully noticed his expression was one of rage and fear even though he was wearing jeans and a jacket he looked more imposing then usual.  "What do we know, Mac?"

"Harm has two chest wounds and is still in surgery, Sir," Mac reported.

"Have they said anything," AJ asked.

"No, Sir," Mac sadly said.

"How long has he been in surgery," the man asked.

Mac looked at the man then AJ.  AJ understood her silent question.  "Dewayne Kershaw, Harm and Clay's supervisor."

"Two hours and twenty-three minutes, Sir," Mac politely said.

Kershaw shook his head.  "Where's Webb?"

"He went to get some coffee," Mac told him.

Kershaw glanced at the elevator door.  "I swear this time I'm going to bury his ass so deep, he'll never see sunlight again."

"Sir?"  Mac asked slightly confused about who Kershaw was speaking about.

Kershaw looked at her confusion.  "Webb, not Rabb.  The man has gone too far this time."

"This time.  Webb tends to go too far too much of the time," AJ commented.

Mac felt her skin crawl.  "I have a feeling you two know more about this, then I do."

AJ and Kershaw watched Mac carefully.  "Why don't you have a seat, Mac?  We'll tell the condensed version."

Kershaw retold the facts to Mac just as he had told AJ when he spoke with him an hour ago.  Before Clay left the scene of the crime he gave the tape recorder to another agent who played the tape for Kershaw.  Mac's face paled as the CIA director retold the whole story.

"They didn't have back-up?" Mac asked.

Kershaw carefully answered, "Webb called for back-up after he spoke with Harm."

"He wanted to play Lone Ranger."  AJ ran his hand over his head.

"We will handle Webb, Colonel," Kershaw said as he watched rage fill Mac as she realized all of this could have been prevented.

The elevator dinged open and Clay walked into the waiting room with two cups of coffee.  He looked at the couch and saw his supervisor sitting with AJ and Mac.  He tried to read Mac's expression, but knew it wasn't a good one.

Mac looked up and quickly stood up as she saw Clay standing ten feet away from her.  She moved towards him like a woman on a mission, her eyes shot fire at him as she approached him.  She stood in front of him like an immovable face.

Clay gulped as he realized he was in trouble.  "Sarah."

End of Part 15