TITLE: Revealing Souls
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Harm/Mac
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any parts of JAG, and I am not making any money off of this.
Author's Note: This story has taken some time. But finally I am beginning to post. An idea I had a long time ago. This story had been fun to write so far. If I have made spelling errors, I am very sorry. I've edited it quite a few times, so hopefully I didn't miss anything. Also, I am assuming that Krennick will be the new Admiral, and again I am bypassing Mac's medical problems because there is no certainty as to what it might be. This story also has nothing to do with any of my previous JAG stories. Thanks for reading! Enjoy! Reviews most definitely welcome!!!
Prologue: In the Darkness
United States Naval Base Guantanamo Bay, Cuba
2200 EST
Corporal Barnes never liked night duty. In fact, he hated it. He hated the heat in Cuba. He hated not being able to see anything in the darkness of the woods around them. He hated making rounds through a base, knowing that anyone could jump out at him at anytime. The only thing that kept him sane was a cigarette, his gun, and his patrol partner, P.F.C. Patterson. Everyone in the base had to take his or her turn patrolling the quiet United States Naval Base, and each Marine hated the job. All they could do was complain to each other, and pray that nothing happened on their watch.
Barnes looked to Patterson, who was kneeled on the ground next to him, loading rounds into his gun. "Hey, Jimmy," Barnes whispered.
Patterson glanced up at his partner, seeing his eyes turn to concern. "You scare easy."
Barnes huffed. "I'm a Marine, we don't scare easy." Patterson smiled at his friend as he stood up, pulling his gun up over his shoulder. "Tonight has an odd feel to it."
Patterson was barely listening to him as they began to walk through the base. The patrol was simple: keep taking laps around the interior of the base, then the outside of it, and report back if anything seems strange. Usually such a patrol turned into shoot first, ask questions later. Just the thought of that often caused the apprehension for Marines to take their turn. However, as of late, the nights had been very quiet. "I think you say that every night, Corporal." Maybe I do, Barnes thought, but what happens when one night I'm right?
The patrol was often full of officers roaming the base. In fact, it was not uncommon to salute a high-ranking officer at least four times throughout the night. What caused people to want to roam about on such nights escaped the knowledge of both Patterson and Barnes. In fact, the tolerable moments of nights like this usually were the patrol through the base itself. At least many Marines were around enough to ensure that any person attempting to cause trouble would be overcome quickly.
Barnes finally spoke. "I can't believe the Tampa Bay Lightning won the Stanley Cup this past year."
Patterson looked to his friend with a smile. "I had my money on them from the beginning of the season."
Barnes laughed, lighting a cigarette, cupping it from the very light breeze. "You say THAT every year, don't you? What I would like to know is where all that money is."
Patterson shrugged. "I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you." They laughed quietly as an officer passed them, whose face was covered by the shadows of the trees. They saluted and continued on their patrol. The night tended to hold people in such darkness.
As they began to walk through the far side of the base, Patterson found his innate vision searching around the buildings. His friend Barnes was right. Something was not right about tonight. "Do you see anything?"
Barnes smoked the last of his cigarette and threw it to the ground. He then followed his partner's curiosity, looking in the same direction. "No, I don't think so."
Patterson sighed deeply and looked to the Corporal. "Come on."
Barnes shook his head. "You're wasting your time, there's nothing over there." His response was not because he truly believed that, but because he was afraid of what they might find. As Patterson ran off and was consumed by the darkness, the silence of the night became overwhelming. After a few seconds of nothing, Barnes couldn't take it any longer. "Patterson?" His voice didn't hide his uneasiness of the entire situation. After no response, Barnes mumbled to himself. "I told him not to go over there."
Barnes walked quietly towards the suspected spot where he believed Patterson to be. Arming himself, he walked quietly through the darkness, only now seeing the spotlight next to the building. The silhouette of his friend was still, and Barnes felt an urge to run towards him. The adrenaline ran through him as he came quickly to his friend's aid, only to find him standing quietly over what he did not expect: a dead body.
Patterson sighed. "Sarah."
In comes the music. (
Commercial Break: To Be Continued ...
A/N: Just the beginning! Reviews Welcome!
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Harm/Mac
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any parts of JAG, and I am not making any money off of this.
Author's Note: This story has taken some time. But finally I am beginning to post. An idea I had a long time ago. This story had been fun to write so far. If I have made spelling errors, I am very sorry. I've edited it quite a few times, so hopefully I didn't miss anything. Also, I am assuming that Krennick will be the new Admiral, and again I am bypassing Mac's medical problems because there is no certainty as to what it might be. This story also has nothing to do with any of my previous JAG stories. Thanks for reading! Enjoy! Reviews most definitely welcome!!!
Prologue: In the Darkness
United States Naval Base Guantanamo Bay, Cuba
2200 EST
Corporal Barnes never liked night duty. In fact, he hated it. He hated the heat in Cuba. He hated not being able to see anything in the darkness of the woods around them. He hated making rounds through a base, knowing that anyone could jump out at him at anytime. The only thing that kept him sane was a cigarette, his gun, and his patrol partner, P.F.C. Patterson. Everyone in the base had to take his or her turn patrolling the quiet United States Naval Base, and each Marine hated the job. All they could do was complain to each other, and pray that nothing happened on their watch.
Barnes looked to Patterson, who was kneeled on the ground next to him, loading rounds into his gun. "Hey, Jimmy," Barnes whispered.
Patterson glanced up at his partner, seeing his eyes turn to concern. "You scare easy."
Barnes huffed. "I'm a Marine, we don't scare easy." Patterson smiled at his friend as he stood up, pulling his gun up over his shoulder. "Tonight has an odd feel to it."
Patterson was barely listening to him as they began to walk through the base. The patrol was simple: keep taking laps around the interior of the base, then the outside of it, and report back if anything seems strange. Usually such a patrol turned into shoot first, ask questions later. Just the thought of that often caused the apprehension for Marines to take their turn. However, as of late, the nights had been very quiet. "I think you say that every night, Corporal." Maybe I do, Barnes thought, but what happens when one night I'm right?
The patrol was often full of officers roaming the base. In fact, it was not uncommon to salute a high-ranking officer at least four times throughout the night. What caused people to want to roam about on such nights escaped the knowledge of both Patterson and Barnes. In fact, the tolerable moments of nights like this usually were the patrol through the base itself. At least many Marines were around enough to ensure that any person attempting to cause trouble would be overcome quickly.
Barnes finally spoke. "I can't believe the Tampa Bay Lightning won the Stanley Cup this past year."
Patterson looked to his friend with a smile. "I had my money on them from the beginning of the season."
Barnes laughed, lighting a cigarette, cupping it from the very light breeze. "You say THAT every year, don't you? What I would like to know is where all that money is."
Patterson shrugged. "I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you." They laughed quietly as an officer passed them, whose face was covered by the shadows of the trees. They saluted and continued on their patrol. The night tended to hold people in such darkness.
As they began to walk through the far side of the base, Patterson found his innate vision searching around the buildings. His friend Barnes was right. Something was not right about tonight. "Do you see anything?"
Barnes smoked the last of his cigarette and threw it to the ground. He then followed his partner's curiosity, looking in the same direction. "No, I don't think so."
Patterson sighed deeply and looked to the Corporal. "Come on."
Barnes shook his head. "You're wasting your time, there's nothing over there." His response was not because he truly believed that, but because he was afraid of what they might find. As Patterson ran off and was consumed by the darkness, the silence of the night became overwhelming. After a few seconds of nothing, Barnes couldn't take it any longer. "Patterson?" His voice didn't hide his uneasiness of the entire situation. After no response, Barnes mumbled to himself. "I told him not to go over there."
Barnes walked quietly towards the suspected spot where he believed Patterson to be. Arming himself, he walked quietly through the darkness, only now seeing the spotlight next to the building. The silhouette of his friend was still, and Barnes felt an urge to run towards him. The adrenaline ran through him as he came quickly to his friend's aid, only to find him standing quietly over what he did not expect: a dead body.
Patterson sighed. "Sarah."
In comes the music. (
Commercial Break: To Be Continued ...
A/N: Just the beginning! Reviews Welcome!