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A/N: I am amazed at the reviews that have been given. To the majority of you who like the story thank you very much. Your praise means a lot. To the minority who don't like it. All I can do is thank you as well. I am sorry if you don't like the story. I don't consider myself to be a Mac basher at all. I don't watch the show to look for ways to keep them apart. No, I am afraid the powers that be decided that. I think both Harm and Mac have made mistakes with each other. Harm has definitely said things he shouldn't but so has Mac. I remember the feelings I had watching A Tangled Webb, Part 2 and thinking, who the hell are these people on screen? The way it was going, I had expected to hear that DJE and Catherine Bell have had a falling out and can't stand each other. I remember the scene with Mac and Webb in bed after she killed Sadik. I had a bad feeling the whole episode. I thought Mac and Webb were totally unbelievable as a couple. I used my own personal thoughts and feelings and built on them to make my version of Harm. I have tried very hard to stay true to his character. I hope to continue doing so.
I don't know if I have 30 or 40 parts left in this story, but I am strongly considering leaving some openings for companion pieces and sequels. I'll just have to see where it goes.
The Fall and Rise of Harmon Rabb Chapter 5
"Harmon Rabb, you are a piece of slime!!" Mac said to me.
Yeah, it has definitely been a long day…again. I got up this morning on time for once. It gave me plenty of time to stretch the kinks out of my neck and back and even ice my knees before and after my morning run. I went over my entire case during my run as well as the ride into work. I had been fully prepared to sink Mac's case against my client. The poor guy is innocent and just needs someone to wade through all the circumstantial evidence. It is my job to stand up for him and see that the truth prevails. I caught Mac with her pants down in court a little earlier. I have effectively obliterated her case, hence the reason I have just been called a piece of slime. Go ahead Mac I can take it. I am surprised you haven't called me a heartless bastard yet. Damn, she is sexy when she is pissed off about a court case. Mac has several different anger faces. One of them came out the other night. That one is the don't screw with the marine face. Then there is the face where she is mad about some injustice to the point of doing something non violent. She also has a face where anger starts after I have just annoyed her. The face I am looking into right now is my favorite of all her anger faces. Sometimes I think I honestly sand bag her in court just so I can see this look. This face is her pissed off about my case going to shit. When she looks at me like she is, I just want to grab her and kiss her so hard. Maybe I should kiss her. That might shut her up. Of course it doesn't matter; I am not listening to her anyway.
"Are you even listening to me, Commander?" No. Not really.
"Of course, Mac. You are mad at me because my client is innocent."
Oh boy. She is in my face now. I think she has been going for several minutes. She is comparing me to all sorts of species of reptiles. It only takes a few seconds to tune her out and just look into her sexy eyes, to watch her beautiful nostrils flare, to see her lips crinkling slightly as she yells at me. Blah, blah, blah. She just keeps going. If she doesn't stop soon, I am going to have to say something really stupid to piss her off more. If I don't change her anger face, I will kiss her. Please go away Mac before I have to say something stupid. I am tired of having to piss you off enough to kill me just so I won't try to take you to bed. Well, she is not stopping. Time to piss her off. "You know what Mac, you're just jealous. You hate it that I win more cases than you do."
"I do not! You are so childish Harmon Rabb." Yep, she is starting to change. Still damn sexy though. Guess I am just going to have to keep trying.
"And you are thick headed and envious."
"Stupid squid."
"Stubborn jarhead."
She is pissed off and just marches away. I suppose this could have been worse considering our blow up two days ago. Maybe this is a positive sign that eventually I will be able to resist this woman without having to trample our relationship. Nah! The only thing keeping me from throwing her down on a bed and pleasuring her all night is the thought that she wants me dead.
I managed to finish out that day without any further altercations with Mac. The next day was short and sweet. I did manage to get my client acquitted. I now am awaiting midnight for it to officially be Thursday so I can turn my phones off. I will be on leave for two weeks.
Thursday morning.
I sit here quietly. It seems so calm and peaceful. It's hard to believe I am in a cemetery. Her parents sure did pick a good spot to lay her to rest. I find it difficult to be here on her birthday like this without flashing back to that moment. The moment I will remember for the rest of my life. The day that my world came crashing down around me. I still remember the intense pain that stabbed through me as if the words were a knife. "Lt. Diane Shonke." I remember pulling the body bag apart and seeing her lifeless body. I remember the blood. I also remember her in uniform at Annapolis. I remember holding her hand walking on Gram's farm. I remember taking her up for Sarah's maiden flight. There was also the time we almost got caught fooling around in Gram's barn. I flash on physical therapy trying to relearn how to walk after my ramp strike; Diane dressed in a ridiculous cheerleader outfit just to make me laugh and try that much harder. I remember every dinner, every kiss, every tear. God I miss you Diane. You left this world too soon. It's been hard going on without you. At first it was hard to look at Mac everyday. It has gotten easier over the years. She is getting older and she has changed her appearance several times. She looks different than when I first met her, when she looked exactly like you. Now when I remember you, I remember how you looked then and it is different that how Mac looks now. I wonder if you and she would still be twins if you were still alive. I love you Diane. I know I have never said it out loud but I loved you then, and I love you now. See you next time.
I was with Diane for three hours and didn't realize it. I'm going to be late if I don't hurry. I put the gas pedal further down to the floor. I love driving the Vette like this. I love opening it up and seeing what she's got. After another hour of driving, I pull into Hammer Aviation. Tom Johnson comes out to greet me.
"How are you doing Harm?" Well, gee Tom, I lost my daughter, my future wife and all the children we could have had together. How the hell do you think I am doing?
"Not bad Tom. Is Sarah ready to fly for me?"
"She is fueled up and ready to go. Mattie is going to be upset that she missed you."
"Well, I have to take this trip. Hopefully she will be here when I get back."
"I hope so too. She really misses you. Harm I can't thank you enough for the job. I can never repay you for taking care of my little girl." I used my building as collateral to buy the hangar and the planes. I decided Tom should run the business for me. I knew he would need a stable job, and I need someone. I couldn't very well let Mattie dump school again.
"No problem Tom." I wish this conversation was over. I need to get into the air. I am going to enjoy this trip in Sarah. I have needed this for a while.
"Why don't you come over for dinner when you get back?" Just what I want to see, Mattie and her father functioning as a family. I know she really needed to go back and make things work with him, but damn it, the selfish side of me wants her back.
"Sure thing. Take it easy Tom," I have to meet them for dinner. I have to be supportive, even if a part of me wants to claim her as my own.
I put my bag into Sarah and climb in. I start her engine and let it warm up. I feel good as I taxi down the runway. Once I am in the air, I feel the tension leaving my body. This feels good, damn good. All of my worries leave my mind. I know it is temporary and I have to deal with it. Of course, that is why I am taking this little trip, to deal with it.
After several hours, I have arrived. I see the Rabb farm in the distance. I bring Sarah around and come in for a landing on our make shift runway. I shut the engine off and look down to see Gram waiting for me. I really needed to come up here. It has been a while since I have seen Gram. I need to get things off my chest. I need someone to understand.
"Well, come give your Gram a hug, Harm," she says to me. I jump down and give her a big grin and hug her like she is my life raft. Of course, she is my life raft. "My grandson is upset. Come on into the house and tell me all about it."
This might be just what I need. It's going to be a great two weeks.
To be continued.
I hope no one minds. I need a chapter or two to slow things down. It will be picking up soon. I hope everyone enjoys.