Title : Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil
Author : Jaggie 107
Disclaimer : JAG characters belong to DPB, CBS and Paramount. Update on 'Sue Thomas, F B Eye' - the program is aired on PAX TV - and I still hope all parties will allow me to have a little fun for a little while, and replace them all when I'm done. Thank you. (PS - A little more Navy NCIS in this chapter too.)
Rating : G to PG-13
Author's Notes 1 & 2 : See Default Chapter
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Thanks for reviews to Ninjaturtle, Starryeyes 10, Another Tracy, Jtbwriter, and Jackie.
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Vietnam Memorial - Washington DC - 0830 Hours local, Friday morning
"Commander, great to see you again!"
"Mr DiNozzo, a pleasure to see you again too, and Mr Gibbs." Harm, in Naval uniform - this meeting being somewhat official - reached out to shake hands with both men.
Anthony DiNozzo and Leroy Jethro Gibbs accepted the greeting in turn, and then took a seat alongside Harm near the Memorial.
"I see you rejoined the Navy, Commander. Did the Admiral not process your terminal papers?" asked Gibbs conversationally, not actually looking at Harm. DiNozzo hid a derisory snort behind a cough and then grinned at both men.
"If you know I left the Navy in the first place, Gibbs, then I guess you know my papers were processed just fine, and I had a change of pace for a while."
At that Gibbs turned and gave his usual drawn-out smile. "Touche, Commander. So, you called us here. What do you have for us?"
"I told Tony here that I owed you, for getting the intel that cleared me. So, it's my turn to repay the favor. We were given a reliable source linking to Sadiq, but we're at a standstill right now. While we're waiting for the next move, we're hoping you can make use of the intel. The original case is still with JAG, but the intel that we have gained since the tip-off is on the table for you, if you want it."
"And the only thing you want out of this is to be kept informed?" Gibbs confirmed Harm's question and he nodded in response. "So, what do you, personally, get out of this arrangement?" Gibbs asked.
"I'm hoping you'll be a little more helpful than the CIA, and bear in mind where the tip came from."
"Oh, I know where the tip came from, Harm, I just needed to know how to get a foot in the door. Miss Thomas appears to be the FBI's secret weapon of choice at the moment, and I would really like to meet her."
"You'd have to check with her on that, Gibbs." Harm smiled, knowing he had Gibbs' word, albeit unspoken, that the NCIS would work alongside JAG on this case.
"Done." Gibbs stood, and DiNozzo followed suit. "Where can I reach you?" he asked Harm, who gave him a card.
"There's the usual JAG number, which you already have, and my cellphone number, which I changed after Singer's death."
"Smart move. Okay, we'll be in touch, and Harm... thanks." Gibbs didn't enlarge on what the 'thanks' were for, simply shook Harm's hand and walked off. DiNozzo shook Harm's hand also, and then moved off to catch up with Gibbs. Harm watched the two men leave, and then walked up to the familiar part of the wall that he usually only visited on Christmas Eve. It wasn't the same as visiting on the anniversary of the night his father had actually gone MIA, so he just stood at ease and looked right across the names on the wall, knowing exactly where his father's name was engraved, but choosing this time to acknowledge all the names, and not just his father's. As he stepped back, saluted and turned around, he came face to face with Mac.
"Thought I'd find you here. When you said your meeting with Gibbs was at the Memorial I took a detour. Want some company?"
"Yeah, I do. Thanks for coming, Mac. It's different, today not being Christmas Eve, but it's still nice to be here."
Mac put a hand out to squeeze his - they wouldn't show any other affection while in uniform - and then released his hand to walk side by side with him out of the memorial park and back to their cars.
"What did Gibbs say?" she asked, once they stood between their cars, Mac having taken the bay next to Harm's Corvette.
"He'll keep us in the loop on their intel, and he wants to meet Sue."
"Sue? Why? Jack said they were given the cold shoulder when he approached Gibbs for help before."
"I know, but I guess now he's done a little more homework and discovered just how talented Sue really is."
"Do you think he'd try to poach her for his team?"
"Maybe, but it would be a lost cause. There is no way Sue is going to walk out on the FBI."
"Good. Do you want me to give her a call when we get back to JAG?"
"Yeah, just update her on the conversation. All we can do now is let this run until Davison or Gibbs, or both, come up with something."
"Okay. I'll follow you out." Mac grinned at Harm as she slipped into the driver's seat of her Corvette. Harm dropped to his haunches and leaned on the window sill as she lowered the glass. "What?" asked Mac, looking at Harm in puzzlement at his odd expression.
"Why would you be on my six, Mac?" he asked.
"Simple, Sailor. Because you have such a 'cute' six to follow! Now go, get. You can get the coffee on. It should just about be ready when I get there."
"You planning on going slow?" Harm laughed, acknowledging Mac's love of speed since she had acquired her Corvette.
Mac started to wind her window up and Harm dropped his arms back and got to his feet in one fluid movement, which Mac was admiring as she put her car in gear. As she had said, she waited for Harm to get into his car and move out of the car park before she took up positon at the rear of his Corvette. The two cars - one rebuilt, one showroom bought - caught the sun's rays on the matching cherry-red paint finish, and caused more than a few envious stares as they left the park area and moved out onto the highway, heading out to Falls Church.
JAG Headquarters - Falls Church - 0930 Hours local, Same Day
Harm looked up as Mac walked into the break room. His smile was genuinely warm and welcoming, no famed Flyboy grin, or charming 'little boy' smile that got him most anything he wanted, especially from most of the female species within a mile radius of him, and probably beyond that! Mac returned the smile and moved over to where he had poured liquid into two cups. One held her Marine-strength coffee brew, the other held his much milder-tasting brew.
Mac leant her chin on his shoulder board (epaulet?) as she looked over his shoulder.
"Don't you think that's a little too close, Colonel?" he asked softly, aware that another JAG staff member could come into the small room at any time, including the Admiral. Mac turned her head slightly and whispered in his ear. Her words were for them only, but they caused Harm to almost tip his cup over, and Mac laughed softly.
"Careful there, Commander. Wouldn't want you to burn anything... I'm going to need you in one piece later."
"Later?" Harm was still getting used to this side of Mac, the seductive tease, although he was catching on fast to her mercurial changes.
"Mmhmm," Mac nodded, picking up her cup of coffee and turning to leave the break room ahead of him. "Much later," she added, grinning at him, and walking out across the bullpen and into her own office. Within seconds Coates was knocking on the door frame.
"Ma'am, the Admiral would like you and Commander Rabb in his office as soon as possible."
"Thanks, Jen. The Commander's still getting his coffee sorted. I'll call him in."
"Yes, Ma'am. Thank you."
Mac retraced her steps to the break room to let Harm know his coffee break would have to go on hold. "Hey, Sailor, we've been called in. The Admiral wants to see us pronto."
"On my way," replied Harm, putting his cup down near the sink and walking out to join Mac.
"What was taking you so long, Harm? I thought you were right behind me?"
"I...er...had to check the fridge. Thought I'd left something in there from last week."
"Eeyuch! Did you find it, or did it walk out by itself?" Mac teased, while wrinkling her nose at the thought of an offending smell.
"No problem, it's gone. I guess Harriet or Jen must have had a clearout."
Mac caught the sheepish look on Harm's face. "Spill it, Flyboy. What were you really doing in there?"
"If you must know, trying to cool off, but there's no cold showers available."
"Cold show...oh!" Mac's hand went to her mouth in shock, and then a pained expression appeared on her face. "I'm sorry, Harm, I didn't mean to...you know, make you uncomfortable."
"Don't worry about it, Mac. This isn't the first time, and probably won't be the last. Just let me grab a folder off Jen's desk before we go in."
"Okay," Mac nodded, understanding immediately that the folder would offer Harm some dignity under the circumstances. Turning sharply on her heel she marched off in front of Harm towards the Admiral's office. As Harm caught up with her she knocked on the door and pushed it open at the call of 'enter'.
"Sir, Colonel Mackenzie and Commander Rabb reporting as ordered."
"At ease, people. This won't take long. I've just received notification from Leavenworth that Davison wants to make a deal. I'd like you to take your FBI friends with you this time. As it is the weekend, you are expected on board a C-130 from Pax River on Monday at 0900 sharp. You might want to check the regulations on travelling with the dog."
"Aye, sir!" Mac and Harm replied together.
"Dismissed."
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To be continued
Author : Jaggie 107
Disclaimer : JAG characters belong to DPB, CBS and Paramount. Update on 'Sue Thomas, F B Eye' - the program is aired on PAX TV - and I still hope all parties will allow me to have a little fun for a little while, and replace them all when I'm done. Thank you. (PS - A little more Navy NCIS in this chapter too.)
Rating : G to PG-13
Author's Notes 1 & 2 : See Default Chapter
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Thanks for reviews to Ninjaturtle, Starryeyes 10, Another Tracy, Jtbwriter, and Jackie.
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Vietnam Memorial - Washington DC - 0830 Hours local, Friday morning
"Commander, great to see you again!"
"Mr DiNozzo, a pleasure to see you again too, and Mr Gibbs." Harm, in Naval uniform - this meeting being somewhat official - reached out to shake hands with both men.
Anthony DiNozzo and Leroy Jethro Gibbs accepted the greeting in turn, and then took a seat alongside Harm near the Memorial.
"I see you rejoined the Navy, Commander. Did the Admiral not process your terminal papers?" asked Gibbs conversationally, not actually looking at Harm. DiNozzo hid a derisory snort behind a cough and then grinned at both men.
"If you know I left the Navy in the first place, Gibbs, then I guess you know my papers were processed just fine, and I had a change of pace for a while."
At that Gibbs turned and gave his usual drawn-out smile. "Touche, Commander. So, you called us here. What do you have for us?"
"I told Tony here that I owed you, for getting the intel that cleared me. So, it's my turn to repay the favor. We were given a reliable source linking to Sadiq, but we're at a standstill right now. While we're waiting for the next move, we're hoping you can make use of the intel. The original case is still with JAG, but the intel that we have gained since the tip-off is on the table for you, if you want it."
"And the only thing you want out of this is to be kept informed?" Gibbs confirmed Harm's question and he nodded in response. "So, what do you, personally, get out of this arrangement?" Gibbs asked.
"I'm hoping you'll be a little more helpful than the CIA, and bear in mind where the tip came from."
"Oh, I know where the tip came from, Harm, I just needed to know how to get a foot in the door. Miss Thomas appears to be the FBI's secret weapon of choice at the moment, and I would really like to meet her."
"You'd have to check with her on that, Gibbs." Harm smiled, knowing he had Gibbs' word, albeit unspoken, that the NCIS would work alongside JAG on this case.
"Done." Gibbs stood, and DiNozzo followed suit. "Where can I reach you?" he asked Harm, who gave him a card.
"There's the usual JAG number, which you already have, and my cellphone number, which I changed after Singer's death."
"Smart move. Okay, we'll be in touch, and Harm... thanks." Gibbs didn't enlarge on what the 'thanks' were for, simply shook Harm's hand and walked off. DiNozzo shook Harm's hand also, and then moved off to catch up with Gibbs. Harm watched the two men leave, and then walked up to the familiar part of the wall that he usually only visited on Christmas Eve. It wasn't the same as visiting on the anniversary of the night his father had actually gone MIA, so he just stood at ease and looked right across the names on the wall, knowing exactly where his father's name was engraved, but choosing this time to acknowledge all the names, and not just his father's. As he stepped back, saluted and turned around, he came face to face with Mac.
"Thought I'd find you here. When you said your meeting with Gibbs was at the Memorial I took a detour. Want some company?"
"Yeah, I do. Thanks for coming, Mac. It's different, today not being Christmas Eve, but it's still nice to be here."
Mac put a hand out to squeeze his - they wouldn't show any other affection while in uniform - and then released his hand to walk side by side with him out of the memorial park and back to their cars.
"What did Gibbs say?" she asked, once they stood between their cars, Mac having taken the bay next to Harm's Corvette.
"He'll keep us in the loop on their intel, and he wants to meet Sue."
"Sue? Why? Jack said they were given the cold shoulder when he approached Gibbs for help before."
"I know, but I guess now he's done a little more homework and discovered just how talented Sue really is."
"Do you think he'd try to poach her for his team?"
"Maybe, but it would be a lost cause. There is no way Sue is going to walk out on the FBI."
"Good. Do you want me to give her a call when we get back to JAG?"
"Yeah, just update her on the conversation. All we can do now is let this run until Davison or Gibbs, or both, come up with something."
"Okay. I'll follow you out." Mac grinned at Harm as she slipped into the driver's seat of her Corvette. Harm dropped to his haunches and leaned on the window sill as she lowered the glass. "What?" asked Mac, looking at Harm in puzzlement at his odd expression.
"Why would you be on my six, Mac?" he asked.
"Simple, Sailor. Because you have such a 'cute' six to follow! Now go, get. You can get the coffee on. It should just about be ready when I get there."
"You planning on going slow?" Harm laughed, acknowledging Mac's love of speed since she had acquired her Corvette.
Mac started to wind her window up and Harm dropped his arms back and got to his feet in one fluid movement, which Mac was admiring as she put her car in gear. As she had said, she waited for Harm to get into his car and move out of the car park before she took up positon at the rear of his Corvette. The two cars - one rebuilt, one showroom bought - caught the sun's rays on the matching cherry-red paint finish, and caused more than a few envious stares as they left the park area and moved out onto the highway, heading out to Falls Church.
JAG Headquarters - Falls Church - 0930 Hours local, Same Day
Harm looked up as Mac walked into the break room. His smile was genuinely warm and welcoming, no famed Flyboy grin, or charming 'little boy' smile that got him most anything he wanted, especially from most of the female species within a mile radius of him, and probably beyond that! Mac returned the smile and moved over to where he had poured liquid into two cups. One held her Marine-strength coffee brew, the other held his much milder-tasting brew.
Mac leant her chin on his shoulder board (epaulet?) as she looked over his shoulder.
"Don't you think that's a little too close, Colonel?" he asked softly, aware that another JAG staff member could come into the small room at any time, including the Admiral. Mac turned her head slightly and whispered in his ear. Her words were for them only, but they caused Harm to almost tip his cup over, and Mac laughed softly.
"Careful there, Commander. Wouldn't want you to burn anything... I'm going to need you in one piece later."
"Later?" Harm was still getting used to this side of Mac, the seductive tease, although he was catching on fast to her mercurial changes.
"Mmhmm," Mac nodded, picking up her cup of coffee and turning to leave the break room ahead of him. "Much later," she added, grinning at him, and walking out across the bullpen and into her own office. Within seconds Coates was knocking on the door frame.
"Ma'am, the Admiral would like you and Commander Rabb in his office as soon as possible."
"Thanks, Jen. The Commander's still getting his coffee sorted. I'll call him in."
"Yes, Ma'am. Thank you."
Mac retraced her steps to the break room to let Harm know his coffee break would have to go on hold. "Hey, Sailor, we've been called in. The Admiral wants to see us pronto."
"On my way," replied Harm, putting his cup down near the sink and walking out to join Mac.
"What was taking you so long, Harm? I thought you were right behind me?"
"I...er...had to check the fridge. Thought I'd left something in there from last week."
"Eeyuch! Did you find it, or did it walk out by itself?" Mac teased, while wrinkling her nose at the thought of an offending smell.
"No problem, it's gone. I guess Harriet or Jen must have had a clearout."
Mac caught the sheepish look on Harm's face. "Spill it, Flyboy. What were you really doing in there?"
"If you must know, trying to cool off, but there's no cold showers available."
"Cold show...oh!" Mac's hand went to her mouth in shock, and then a pained expression appeared on her face. "I'm sorry, Harm, I didn't mean to...you know, make you uncomfortable."
"Don't worry about it, Mac. This isn't the first time, and probably won't be the last. Just let me grab a folder off Jen's desk before we go in."
"Okay," Mac nodded, understanding immediately that the folder would offer Harm some dignity under the circumstances. Turning sharply on her heel she marched off in front of Harm towards the Admiral's office. As Harm caught up with her she knocked on the door and pushed it open at the call of 'enter'.
"Sir, Colonel Mackenzie and Commander Rabb reporting as ordered."
"At ease, people. This won't take long. I've just received notification from Leavenworth that Davison wants to make a deal. I'd like you to take your FBI friends with you this time. As it is the weekend, you are expected on board a C-130 from Pax River on Monday at 0900 sharp. You might want to check the regulations on travelling with the dog."
"Aye, sir!" Mac and Harm replied together.
"Dismissed."
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To be continued
