Author's Note: Warning violence ahead.

Love, Home, Hurt

Chapter 3

"Commander do you understand what you are implying?" AJ asked.

"I know that a bruise on the cheek doesn't happen by accident," Harm said. "Mac's behavioral changes are Webb trying to control her."

"Has Mac told you any of this?" AJ asked.

"No," Harm said. "It's intuition. I can feel it."

"Harm I've always known that there was something between you and Mac," AJ said. "Something that wasn't work related. I saw the way you looked at her at her wedding, you looked like you where about to lose the only person that understood you. Mac made the choice to marry Webb and we can't force her out of the marriage but if or when the time comes that she wants to get out of it I will be more than happy to help the two of you plan an escape."

"I just hope that she lives that long," Harm said.

"Commander," AJ said. "If she says anything I want you to bring her to my office. Now, if I'm not mistaken you have a court date that started five minutes ago. Why don't you get going? Dismissed." "Dinner tonight?" Harm asked as they left from another court session.

"Can't, Webb has a dinner party," Mac said. "A bunch of CIA in my house. Should I worry?"

"I would scan the place over for bugs but other than that I wouldn't worry," Harm told Mac then thought that it was better if he bought up the hot topic of discussion. "Mac can I see you in my office please?"

"Sure," Mac said as she entered Harm's office. She turned to face him and then spoke up. "If this is about your losing case the answer is no, I do not have any information that I am withholding or information that I have seen and not told you about."

"This isn't about my case," Harm said as he launched into a command voice. "It's about that bruise on your right cheek."

"I've already told you it was an accident," Mac said as she covered it up as if it didn't exist. "Nothing more."

"Mac, you said yourself that your father had abused your mother," Harm began. "You saw what he did to her and if that's what Web's doing to you than you have to get out now. It's the only way to save yourself. Don't try to pretend like nothing is wrong because I know that something was wrong. When I got the case about that Lieutenant that didn't pick up his dog's turd you didn't have any remarks like you usually do."

"I had a bad day," Mac debated.

"You aren't free for dinner anymore and I haven't seen you at any JAG functions alone or with Webb," Harm said. "Now try telling me that something is not wrong."

"Harm," Mac yelled. "Nothing is wrong. I don't know why you don't believe me but the fact is that nothing is wrong. Things change, they're called lifestyle changes, I got married Harm, that's what changed. Not to mention I am pregnant."

"What do you mean that you're pregnant?" Harm questioned not wanting to believe what he just heard. "Are you sure?"

"I was late this past month and I took one of those EPT pregnancy tests," Mac said. "It was positive. Look Harm I've got dinner to cook." Mac picked up her briefcase and headed towards the door.

"Does Webb know?" Harm asked.

"No he doesn't and I don't want anyone to know for a few weeks," Mac said. "At least." Mac left Harm's office and left JAG headquarters." Mac stood over a hot stove as she boiled potatoes for her potato salad. She had showered and washed her hair while contemplating the fight she had with Harm earlier in the day. She felt badly about how she yelled at him and considered calling him but just as she was about to go for the phone the familiar closing of the front door meant that Clay was home.

"Hey honey," Webb said as he watched his wife. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to multiply a two serving recipe by ten," Mac said as she dropped the wooden spoon that she had. "Clay, Harm suspects something."

"What," Clay asks. "He suspects something of my friends?"

"No he thinks that you and I are at odds and that you beat me," Mac said.

"Well did you tell him that nothing could be farther from the truth?" Clay asked.

"I explained to him that nothing was wrong between us," Mac said. "I don't think that he was satisfied."

"You told him didn't you?" Clay interrogated his wife as if she was one of the FBI's most wanted.

"No!" Mac insisted.

"Liar," Clay said. "Your tone gave it away. He knows something doesn't he?" Clay pulled out a knife from the drawer. He pulled Mac close to him and held the knife to her neck. "You told him and now he's going to try and convince you to run away from me."

"Clay I have no intention of doing that," Mac insisted as Webb drew the knife back and slashed Mac's arm. Mac clenched her teeth and tried not cry. "Clay why are you doing this?"

"Why did you tell Harm, Sarah?" Clay asked. "Answer that."

With that Webb threw his wife against the wall and left the room. Mac sat in a ball on the floor crying and nursing the sliver of blood that came out of her arm. She didn't realize it before but Harm was right, she was in an abusive marriage and she had to get out. Author's Note: There you go. The next chapter. Now something tells me their might be more to this. So all I want you to do is hit the lilac button and review the story.