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More Than Enough
Chapter One
Mac sat in her office. Her head was cradled in her hands, and as for the pile of paperwork on her desk...it would have to wait. She sighed. The office was too quiet. Everything seemed too quiet...She couldn't remember the last time that she and Harm hadn't talked in this long. They were doing so well. Then he had to go and mess it up. He made her so angry! The anger had passed of course...as it usually always did. But now? Damn, were things screwed up! Harm hadn't talked to her in nearly a week, and the stress of it all was beginning to take its toll on her. She wasn't herself. She had nearly cried this morning when the Admiral yelled at her...it wasn't even anything important, and she had nearly broke down. And the look on Harm's face...that smirk...she had wanted to die right there...
"Ma'am?" Harriet knocked on her door. The sudden noise nearly caused Mac to fall out of her chair. Harriet hurried in and shut the door with urgency. "Are you all right, ma'am?" she asked. She reached out and touched Mac's shoulder. Mac liked Harriet. She could always tell when someone needed a hand to hold or a shoulder to cry on. But that didn't necessarily mean that Mac was going to tell her what was going on.
She shrugged. "Nothing, Harriet. I'm fine. Just a headache, is all."
"Are you sure, ma'am? I could talk to you about it if you want? Or maybe even just listen, if that would help..." Harriet offered.
"I have nothing to talk about, Harriet." Mac smiled. A lie.
Harriet frowned. "Ma'am, I can tell something is more wrong than a headache. The Commander's been in his office for three hours with his door locked and his blinds down. Just like you, ma'am. Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?" she asked again.
"Is it that obvious?" Mac nearly started to sob. You're a Marine, she reminded herself. Suck it up.
"Well...err...yes, ma'am," Harriet admitted.
Mac stood. "Come, Harriet. We're taking our lunch break. Right now. I just...I need to get out of here for a while, and get some fresh air..." She grabbed her cover off her desk, and tucked it under her arm. "Well, are you coming or not?"
"Yes, ma'am." Harriet nodded.
"You two are fighting again, aren't you ma'am? You and Harm, I mean..." Harriet frowned. "I've never seen you guys this upset before. Even Bud is starting to worry about you. What happened, ma'am?"
"It's a long story, Harriet." Mac sighed. She was playing with her French fries more than she was really eating them.
Harriet smiled. "Well, ma'am, we have an hour for lunch, and plenty of napkins if need be." She laughed. "And I, of course, will be all ears. Not a word, I promise." Harriet pretended to zip her lips closed, and threw away an imaginary key. Mac laughed.
"All right, Harriet, but remember, you were the one who asked, all right?" she warned, and Harriet nodded quickly.
Harm didn't know why he had thrown the tiki-man on his desk against the wall. Despite its small stature, Harm was pretty sure it had made quite a bit of noise as it bounced off of his wall and hit the floor. It didn't break. Harm didn't understand why it didn't shatter into a million pieces...it should have...he had certainly thrown it hard enough. He sighed, and walked over to pick it up off the floor. It reminded him too much of Hawaii. In truth, Hawaii had been a nice change from Falls Church. But Mac...he cringed. He had messed up pretty good, hadn't he? He remembered the hurt in Mac's eyes...he had immediately wanted to take back what he'd said. Take everything back. Anything that would restore the smile to her beautiful face. And now she wasn't talking to him. She was falling to pieces, and he blamed himself for it. He wanted to talk to her...wanted to tell her how sorry he was...that he didn't mean it...that he loved her...that he would do anything to take away her pain. The problem was, he had crossed a line. He had done serious damage. It would take a lot of time to repair the damage he'd caused and regain Mac's trust.
"Harriet, can we stop by my apartment on the way home? I need to pick up a few things to bring back to the office with me. Just some files. I'm so behind in my work..." Mac worried.
Harriet nodded. "Sure! I'm just glad you seem to be feeling a little better. Talking about my problems always helps me feel better," Harriet told her.
"Right here, Harriet. Turn here! Goodness, I thought you've been to my place before?" Mac teased her.
"I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking!" Harriet laughed.
Harriet followed Mac up the stairs and to her apartment door. When they got there, Mac reached for her keys, but suddenly looked alarmed. "Harriet, something isn't right," she whispered.
"Don't worry, ma'am. I saw you pick up your keys when you left your office. I think you may have put them in your blouse pocket, ma'am." Harriet suggested.
Mac held her hand up. "Sh!" She warned. "I wasn't talking about my keys, Harriet. Look, my door isn't even locked! I lock it every time I leave...I'm really conscious about it since..." Mac cringed, and didn't finish her sentence, but Harriet knew what she was talking about.
Mac opened her apartment door very slowly. The door hinges squeaked slightly. Mac jumped up against the wall, and leaned her head into her apartment. All the lights were off. The only light she saw was the blinking of the clock on her coffee pot. Everything seemed to be as she had left it. Maybe she had just forgotten to lock the door? Nothing seemed wrong, and mistakes happen, right? She flipped on the light switch, sighing with relief, and invited Harriet inside.
"Come on...it's all right. I think I just may have forgotten to lock it this morning. I was worried about getting to work on time," she explained as Harriet came in and closed the door behind her. "Now where are those files at?" Mac wondered out loud, searching her living room, which was, at the moment, full of clutter. "Harriet, can you look in the bedroom?" she asked, but Harriet did not reply. "Harriet!" Mac called. She looked around the living room and in the kitchen, and there was no sign of Harriet. She made her way back to the bedroom, and flipped on the light.
"Harriet!" Mac gasped. "Who the hell are you? Harriet, are you all right?" Mac asked. Harriet only nodded. She had her eyes on the gun that was pointed squarely at her head.
The man began to step away from Harriet, and Mac sighed with relief. She didn't realize he's planned to hit her until she was already on the ground. "How's that feel, Colonel?" he smirked, emphasizing her rank. "Think you're better now that you're all dried up? Better because you're a Marine? Huh? HUH?" he was irate, and very obviously drunk.
Mac was seeing double. There was blood going down her face. She couldn't focus. Where was Harriet? The man was coming towards her. Where had she seen him before? He was so familiar to her...yet so strange...
He had a hold of her hair now. He pulled her down to the ground.
"Ah!" she screamed, trying to get a hold on his hands. He hit her again, this time with his fist.
Mac fell to the ground. She couldn't see much at all now. She could hear things. What was the man saying to her now? Harriet was screaming, crying. Mac passed out.
"No!! No! Leave her alone!! Stop! She can't defend herself anymore!" Harriet was sobbing and pleading with the unfamiliar man.
The man wheeled around, hitting Harriet to the ground, hard. "Shut up, you stupid bitch! After I'm through with Sara, you'll be next!"
Harriet screamed as she tried to shield her face.
"Keep your mouth shut!" the man screamed again. "I'll kill you without a second thought!" he threatened.
Harriet's eyes went to the gun that was now holstered at the man's waist. She could try to grab it from him...but that would be far too risky. She sunk to her knees behind Mac's bed and sobbed. She couldn't believe this was happening. She didn't want any of this. And Mac was lucky...she had passed out before the worst of her abuse had begun.
Harriet choked back a sob, suddenly remembering something. She quietly reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell phone.
'If you get this, we're at Mac's! We're in tr...' the man grabbed Harriet's cell phone as he jerked her off the floor, and threw it against the bedroom wall. The phone clapped closed, and Harriet couldn't help but feel at least a little happy. Their captor had unintentionally just sent her email to Bud and Harm's phones, and didn't even know it yet...
More Than Enough
Chapter One
Mac sat in her office. Her head was cradled in her hands, and as for the pile of paperwork on her desk...it would have to wait. She sighed. The office was too quiet. Everything seemed too quiet...She couldn't remember the last time that she and Harm hadn't talked in this long. They were doing so well. Then he had to go and mess it up. He made her so angry! The anger had passed of course...as it usually always did. But now? Damn, were things screwed up! Harm hadn't talked to her in nearly a week, and the stress of it all was beginning to take its toll on her. She wasn't herself. She had nearly cried this morning when the Admiral yelled at her...it wasn't even anything important, and she had nearly broke down. And the look on Harm's face...that smirk...she had wanted to die right there...
"Ma'am?" Harriet knocked on her door. The sudden noise nearly caused Mac to fall out of her chair. Harriet hurried in and shut the door with urgency. "Are you all right, ma'am?" she asked. She reached out and touched Mac's shoulder. Mac liked Harriet. She could always tell when someone needed a hand to hold or a shoulder to cry on. But that didn't necessarily mean that Mac was going to tell her what was going on.
She shrugged. "Nothing, Harriet. I'm fine. Just a headache, is all."
"Are you sure, ma'am? I could talk to you about it if you want? Or maybe even just listen, if that would help..." Harriet offered.
"I have nothing to talk about, Harriet." Mac smiled. A lie.
Harriet frowned. "Ma'am, I can tell something is more wrong than a headache. The Commander's been in his office for three hours with his door locked and his blinds down. Just like you, ma'am. Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?" she asked again.
"Is it that obvious?" Mac nearly started to sob. You're a Marine, she reminded herself. Suck it up.
"Well...err...yes, ma'am," Harriet admitted.
Mac stood. "Come, Harriet. We're taking our lunch break. Right now. I just...I need to get out of here for a while, and get some fresh air..." She grabbed her cover off her desk, and tucked it under her arm. "Well, are you coming or not?"
"Yes, ma'am." Harriet nodded.
"You two are fighting again, aren't you ma'am? You and Harm, I mean..." Harriet frowned. "I've never seen you guys this upset before. Even Bud is starting to worry about you. What happened, ma'am?"
"It's a long story, Harriet." Mac sighed. She was playing with her French fries more than she was really eating them.
Harriet smiled. "Well, ma'am, we have an hour for lunch, and plenty of napkins if need be." She laughed. "And I, of course, will be all ears. Not a word, I promise." Harriet pretended to zip her lips closed, and threw away an imaginary key. Mac laughed.
"All right, Harriet, but remember, you were the one who asked, all right?" she warned, and Harriet nodded quickly.
Harm didn't know why he had thrown the tiki-man on his desk against the wall. Despite its small stature, Harm was pretty sure it had made quite a bit of noise as it bounced off of his wall and hit the floor. It didn't break. Harm didn't understand why it didn't shatter into a million pieces...it should have...he had certainly thrown it hard enough. He sighed, and walked over to pick it up off the floor. It reminded him too much of Hawaii. In truth, Hawaii had been a nice change from Falls Church. But Mac...he cringed. He had messed up pretty good, hadn't he? He remembered the hurt in Mac's eyes...he had immediately wanted to take back what he'd said. Take everything back. Anything that would restore the smile to her beautiful face. And now she wasn't talking to him. She was falling to pieces, and he blamed himself for it. He wanted to talk to her...wanted to tell her how sorry he was...that he didn't mean it...that he loved her...that he would do anything to take away her pain. The problem was, he had crossed a line. He had done serious damage. It would take a lot of time to repair the damage he'd caused and regain Mac's trust.
"Harriet, can we stop by my apartment on the way home? I need to pick up a few things to bring back to the office with me. Just some files. I'm so behind in my work..." Mac worried.
Harriet nodded. "Sure! I'm just glad you seem to be feeling a little better. Talking about my problems always helps me feel better," Harriet told her.
"Right here, Harriet. Turn here! Goodness, I thought you've been to my place before?" Mac teased her.
"I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking!" Harriet laughed.
Harriet followed Mac up the stairs and to her apartment door. When they got there, Mac reached for her keys, but suddenly looked alarmed. "Harriet, something isn't right," she whispered.
"Don't worry, ma'am. I saw you pick up your keys when you left your office. I think you may have put them in your blouse pocket, ma'am." Harriet suggested.
Mac held her hand up. "Sh!" She warned. "I wasn't talking about my keys, Harriet. Look, my door isn't even locked! I lock it every time I leave...I'm really conscious about it since..." Mac cringed, and didn't finish her sentence, but Harriet knew what she was talking about.
Mac opened her apartment door very slowly. The door hinges squeaked slightly. Mac jumped up against the wall, and leaned her head into her apartment. All the lights were off. The only light she saw was the blinking of the clock on her coffee pot. Everything seemed to be as she had left it. Maybe she had just forgotten to lock the door? Nothing seemed wrong, and mistakes happen, right? She flipped on the light switch, sighing with relief, and invited Harriet inside.
"Come on...it's all right. I think I just may have forgotten to lock it this morning. I was worried about getting to work on time," she explained as Harriet came in and closed the door behind her. "Now where are those files at?" Mac wondered out loud, searching her living room, which was, at the moment, full of clutter. "Harriet, can you look in the bedroom?" she asked, but Harriet did not reply. "Harriet!" Mac called. She looked around the living room and in the kitchen, and there was no sign of Harriet. She made her way back to the bedroom, and flipped on the light.
"Harriet!" Mac gasped. "Who the hell are you? Harriet, are you all right?" Mac asked. Harriet only nodded. She had her eyes on the gun that was pointed squarely at her head.
The man began to step away from Harriet, and Mac sighed with relief. She didn't realize he's planned to hit her until she was already on the ground. "How's that feel, Colonel?" he smirked, emphasizing her rank. "Think you're better now that you're all dried up? Better because you're a Marine? Huh? HUH?" he was irate, and very obviously drunk.
Mac was seeing double. There was blood going down her face. She couldn't focus. Where was Harriet? The man was coming towards her. Where had she seen him before? He was so familiar to her...yet so strange...
He had a hold of her hair now. He pulled her down to the ground.
"Ah!" she screamed, trying to get a hold on his hands. He hit her again, this time with his fist.
Mac fell to the ground. She couldn't see much at all now. She could hear things. What was the man saying to her now? Harriet was screaming, crying. Mac passed out.
"No!! No! Leave her alone!! Stop! She can't defend herself anymore!" Harriet was sobbing and pleading with the unfamiliar man.
The man wheeled around, hitting Harriet to the ground, hard. "Shut up, you stupid bitch! After I'm through with Sara, you'll be next!"
Harriet screamed as she tried to shield her face.
"Keep your mouth shut!" the man screamed again. "I'll kill you without a second thought!" he threatened.
Harriet's eyes went to the gun that was now holstered at the man's waist. She could try to grab it from him...but that would be far too risky. She sunk to her knees behind Mac's bed and sobbed. She couldn't believe this was happening. She didn't want any of this. And Mac was lucky...she had passed out before the worst of her abuse had begun.
Harriet choked back a sob, suddenly remembering something. She quietly reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell phone.
'If you get this, we're at Mac's! We're in tr...' the man grabbed Harriet's cell phone as he jerked her off the floor, and threw it against the bedroom wall. The phone clapped closed, and Harriet couldn't help but feel at least a little happy. Their captor had unintentionally just sent her email to Bud and Harm's phones, and didn't even know it yet...