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More Than Enough
Chapter Three
"I don't give a rat's ass what he said, Commander! You get his lazy ass on the phone right now before I have to hurt you!" the Admiral threatened. His face had gone completely red. "NOW!" he screamed.
"...Err, yes...Inspector? Look, we got the file. No. It's missing papers. Don't lie to me, damn it. I can tell it's missing papers...Lt. Robert's statement is supposed to be in here, and neither that nor the police sketch is included in the report." Harm growled. "Look, I've got my CO breathing down my neck about this right now, and I suggest you unscrew the situation."
"But sir, the nurse said he'd given it to you. The witness statements and the descriptions were in a second file, for all I know, sir. I wasn't the lead investigator. I just delivered the folders to the hospital this morning is all, sir..." he stammered.
Harm scratched his head. "What do you mean the nurse gave it to me? I only have one folder, damn it! Harm groaned in frustration. "You know what? Forget it. I'm going down to the hospital right now. I'll deal with you later." He hung up the phone.
Harm drove to the hospital going close to eighty miles an hour. It only took him ten minutes to get to Bethesda, and when he got there, he parked in the hospital administrator's marked spot. He ran all the way to the women's crisis center, and nearly strangled the nearest orderly he found once he was there.
"Where in the hell is Dr. Hastings?" he demanded.
The orderly shivered. "He's in room 203...with those rape victims from last night..." he yelped.
Dr. Hastings was just coming out of Harriet and Mac's room when Harm got down there.
"Look, doctor...this morning, one of your nurses came in to the room to hand me the case files. At work today, my CO realized over half of the documentation was missing. When I talked to the investigator, he claimed that your nurse claimed he'd given both files to me this morning. I only have one. Someone in this hospital has some serious explaining to do, or I'll be getting a hold of someone much higher on the food chain than my CO. Do you understand?"
He nodded. "Yes, of course. Let me check the roster and see who was on the late shift. They wouldn't have gone home until after you left this morning, sir..." Dr. Hastings pulled out a clipboard and glanced at it. A frown spread across his face.
"Sir, did you say the nurse was a male?" He waited, and Harm nodded. "...There's a problem here, sir. You see this? It's a roster with the names of every nurse who was on duty until 8am this morning. The problem, sir, is that all of the nurses on the schedule are women. There weren't any of our male nurses working last night..." he sighed. "And technically, even if there were, we wouldn't have any of them working in the women's crisis center. The patients get nervous..."
Harm's mouth dropped open. "What the hell? But there was! He handed me this damn file!" Harm held it up for the doctor to see. "And I want to know where the other one is! We can't do shit without the statements and the stupid police sketch!"
"I'll look into it, sir." Dr. Hastings nodded.
"Harm, what is it? Is something wrong?" Mac was poking her head out of the door.
He shook his head. "Nothing's wrong. I'm here to pick you up...that is, if you're ready to go? We're going to have to call the sketch artist again. I'm sorry...but the other file never got to us. Will you be all right doing it again?" he asked them, and reluctantly, both of them nodded.
Harm pretended to be talking to Dr. Hastings when the girls were in the car, but instead called the Admiral. "Sir?" he whispered.
"What is it, Commander?" he asked irritably.
"The hospital doesn't have the file, and the male nurse that gave the one to me doesn't seem to exist. According to the hospital's roster, there were no male nurses on call last night. I'm taking the girls up to Bud's place. He said I could stay there with Mac, and I'm going to call the sketch artist from there. We really need that description, sir. I don't think I'll be in for the rest of the day," he added.
The Admiral nodded. "I understand, Commander. Call me as soon as you have enough information for me, all right?"
"What do you mean, sir? It may take weeks to get a case ready. We have to nail the suspect first." He explained.
The Admiral shook his head. "I wasn't talking about the case itself. I want you to fax me a copy of the police sketch as soon as it's finished. Understand?" he asked.
"But why, sir? I thought I was handling the case?" Harm replied.
"I don't want it for the case. I want it so I can find the stupid bastard that did this and show him some of the things I learned when I was a seal...." The Admiral growled.
"Sir?" Harm gasped. "All right, sir. Whatever you say. I'll call you later...as soon as I can." He promised, and hung up.
"Is this what he looked like?" the sketch artist asked, leaning forward on the sofa.
Harriet shook her head. "He had a smaller forehead, and his eyebrows weren't that bushy..." The sketch artist pulled back, and was drawing and erasing for several minutes.
"What about this?" she asked.
Both Harriet and Mac nodded. The sketch artist handed the paper to Harm, who was currently trying to block all sound from reaching his ears. "Um...you're going to want to make several copies of that..." she reminded him.
Harm shook his head, as if he had to bring himself back to reality, and for a moment, glanced down at the sketch the woman had just handed him. He nearly screamed.
"Yes...err...thank you," he nodded. "We'll call you if we need you again," he sighed. "I'm sorry, but I trust you can find your own way out?" he asked her.
"Mac, Harriet, I'm going to go to the kitchen and call the Admiral and let him know what's going on. I told him I'd call once the sketch artist had left. I'll be right back." He promised.
"Admiral, the sketch artist just left. I have the sketch in my hands sir." Harm frowned apprehensively.
"What's wrong, Commander?" demanded the Admiral.
Harm sighed. "Sir, remember the nurse I told you about that gave me the one file this morning?" he asked.
"Get to the point, Commander." The Admiral commanded.
"Sir, I'm staring at him. The sketch, sir. It looks exactly like him...he's the man that Harriet and Mac described to the sketch artist! And Dr. Hastings at Bethesda said earlier today that no male nurses were on duty in the women's crisis center this morning, yet I received the file from a male nurse this morning before I left...."
The Admiral took a step back in his office. "Don't let the girls know that, Commander. You hear me? Not a damn word! We're posting that picture on every pole from here to the state border if we have to...and you need to go back to Bethesda and warn the doctor. This is a serious problem, Commander..."
"I figured that much, sir...but I can't leave the girls alone with no explanation, and if I take them with me, they might think something is wrong, and panic or something..."
"I'll be there in twenty minutes," he said, and hung up.
Harm sat with the girls in the living room until the Admiral showed up. The two of them spoke outside on the porch before the Admiral shoved him off.
"You post that picture all around that hospital. We're going to scare that asshole out of hiding it it's the last thing we do," the Admiral smirked.
Harm nodded. "Yes, sir...."
"Ah, Commander, I didn't expect to see you so soon," Dr. Hastings sighed. "is everything all right? Are the girls doing well?"
Harm looked at him as if he were insane, and took the sketch from his pocket. "This is the male nurse I talked to this morning. I plan on posting this photo throughout the hospital..."
"No one like that works here," Dr. Hastings shook his head.
"I figured as much, considering this is the description both the girls gave the police," Harm scowled.
Several days later, Harm was back at the hospital again, this time questioning the rest of the hospital's staff about the unfamiliar man. Dr. Hastings flagged him down in the hallway.
"Everything all right?" he asked.
Harm frowned. "Things could be better..." he started to walk away.
The doctor frowned. "Commander, there's something else...but Ms. Mackenzie is going to want to hear this." He warned.
"What is it, doctor? I don't think Mac could take much more bad news..." Harm admitted.
"No, Commander, you don't seem to understand. This is very important. I need Colonel Mackenzie here to hear this," he repeated.
Fifteen minutes later, the Admiral had brought Mac to the hospital at Harm's request. Harriet stayed in the car with him. Mac made her way to the crisis center alone.
"What is it, Dr. Hastings?" she asked rather timidly.
The doctor frowned. "Take a seat, Commander. Colonel. Please..." he sighed.
"What is it?" asked Harm. He took hold of Mac's hand. She squeezed it tightly.
"Colonel, we got your test results back, and..." the doctor began.
"What test results?" asked Harm.
"Please don't finish that sentence, doctor..." Mac was tearing up.
"Colonel, I'm sorry, but..."
"No..." Mac cried.
"You're pregnant." The doctor finished.
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More Than Enough
Chapter Three
"I don't give a rat's ass what he said, Commander! You get his lazy ass on the phone right now before I have to hurt you!" the Admiral threatened. His face had gone completely red. "NOW!" he screamed.
"...Err, yes...Inspector? Look, we got the file. No. It's missing papers. Don't lie to me, damn it. I can tell it's missing papers...Lt. Robert's statement is supposed to be in here, and neither that nor the police sketch is included in the report." Harm growled. "Look, I've got my CO breathing down my neck about this right now, and I suggest you unscrew the situation."
"But sir, the nurse said he'd given it to you. The witness statements and the descriptions were in a second file, for all I know, sir. I wasn't the lead investigator. I just delivered the folders to the hospital this morning is all, sir..." he stammered.
Harm scratched his head. "What do you mean the nurse gave it to me? I only have one folder, damn it! Harm groaned in frustration. "You know what? Forget it. I'm going down to the hospital right now. I'll deal with you later." He hung up the phone.
Harm drove to the hospital going close to eighty miles an hour. It only took him ten minutes to get to Bethesda, and when he got there, he parked in the hospital administrator's marked spot. He ran all the way to the women's crisis center, and nearly strangled the nearest orderly he found once he was there.
"Where in the hell is Dr. Hastings?" he demanded.
The orderly shivered. "He's in room 203...with those rape victims from last night..." he yelped.
Dr. Hastings was just coming out of Harriet and Mac's room when Harm got down there.
"Look, doctor...this morning, one of your nurses came in to the room to hand me the case files. At work today, my CO realized over half of the documentation was missing. When I talked to the investigator, he claimed that your nurse claimed he'd given both files to me this morning. I only have one. Someone in this hospital has some serious explaining to do, or I'll be getting a hold of someone much higher on the food chain than my CO. Do you understand?"
He nodded. "Yes, of course. Let me check the roster and see who was on the late shift. They wouldn't have gone home until after you left this morning, sir..." Dr. Hastings pulled out a clipboard and glanced at it. A frown spread across his face.
"Sir, did you say the nurse was a male?" He waited, and Harm nodded. "...There's a problem here, sir. You see this? It's a roster with the names of every nurse who was on duty until 8am this morning. The problem, sir, is that all of the nurses on the schedule are women. There weren't any of our male nurses working last night..." he sighed. "And technically, even if there were, we wouldn't have any of them working in the women's crisis center. The patients get nervous..."
Harm's mouth dropped open. "What the hell? But there was! He handed me this damn file!" Harm held it up for the doctor to see. "And I want to know where the other one is! We can't do shit without the statements and the stupid police sketch!"
"I'll look into it, sir." Dr. Hastings nodded.
"Harm, what is it? Is something wrong?" Mac was poking her head out of the door.
He shook his head. "Nothing's wrong. I'm here to pick you up...that is, if you're ready to go? We're going to have to call the sketch artist again. I'm sorry...but the other file never got to us. Will you be all right doing it again?" he asked them, and reluctantly, both of them nodded.
Harm pretended to be talking to Dr. Hastings when the girls were in the car, but instead called the Admiral. "Sir?" he whispered.
"What is it, Commander?" he asked irritably.
"The hospital doesn't have the file, and the male nurse that gave the one to me doesn't seem to exist. According to the hospital's roster, there were no male nurses on call last night. I'm taking the girls up to Bud's place. He said I could stay there with Mac, and I'm going to call the sketch artist from there. We really need that description, sir. I don't think I'll be in for the rest of the day," he added.
The Admiral nodded. "I understand, Commander. Call me as soon as you have enough information for me, all right?"
"What do you mean, sir? It may take weeks to get a case ready. We have to nail the suspect first." He explained.
The Admiral shook his head. "I wasn't talking about the case itself. I want you to fax me a copy of the police sketch as soon as it's finished. Understand?" he asked.
"But why, sir? I thought I was handling the case?" Harm replied.
"I don't want it for the case. I want it so I can find the stupid bastard that did this and show him some of the things I learned when I was a seal...." The Admiral growled.
"Sir?" Harm gasped. "All right, sir. Whatever you say. I'll call you later...as soon as I can." He promised, and hung up.
"Is this what he looked like?" the sketch artist asked, leaning forward on the sofa.
Harriet shook her head. "He had a smaller forehead, and his eyebrows weren't that bushy..." The sketch artist pulled back, and was drawing and erasing for several minutes.
"What about this?" she asked.
Both Harriet and Mac nodded. The sketch artist handed the paper to Harm, who was currently trying to block all sound from reaching his ears. "Um...you're going to want to make several copies of that..." she reminded him.
Harm shook his head, as if he had to bring himself back to reality, and for a moment, glanced down at the sketch the woman had just handed him. He nearly screamed.
"Yes...err...thank you," he nodded. "We'll call you if we need you again," he sighed. "I'm sorry, but I trust you can find your own way out?" he asked her.
"Mac, Harriet, I'm going to go to the kitchen and call the Admiral and let him know what's going on. I told him I'd call once the sketch artist had left. I'll be right back." He promised.
"Admiral, the sketch artist just left. I have the sketch in my hands sir." Harm frowned apprehensively.
"What's wrong, Commander?" demanded the Admiral.
Harm sighed. "Sir, remember the nurse I told you about that gave me the one file this morning?" he asked.
"Get to the point, Commander." The Admiral commanded.
"Sir, I'm staring at him. The sketch, sir. It looks exactly like him...he's the man that Harriet and Mac described to the sketch artist! And Dr. Hastings at Bethesda said earlier today that no male nurses were on duty in the women's crisis center this morning, yet I received the file from a male nurse this morning before I left...."
The Admiral took a step back in his office. "Don't let the girls know that, Commander. You hear me? Not a damn word! We're posting that picture on every pole from here to the state border if we have to...and you need to go back to Bethesda and warn the doctor. This is a serious problem, Commander..."
"I figured that much, sir...but I can't leave the girls alone with no explanation, and if I take them with me, they might think something is wrong, and panic or something..."
"I'll be there in twenty minutes," he said, and hung up.
Harm sat with the girls in the living room until the Admiral showed up. The two of them spoke outside on the porch before the Admiral shoved him off.
"You post that picture all around that hospital. We're going to scare that asshole out of hiding it it's the last thing we do," the Admiral smirked.
Harm nodded. "Yes, sir...."
"Ah, Commander, I didn't expect to see you so soon," Dr. Hastings sighed. "is everything all right? Are the girls doing well?"
Harm looked at him as if he were insane, and took the sketch from his pocket. "This is the male nurse I talked to this morning. I plan on posting this photo throughout the hospital..."
"No one like that works here," Dr. Hastings shook his head.
"I figured as much, considering this is the description both the girls gave the police," Harm scowled.
Several days later, Harm was back at the hospital again, this time questioning the rest of the hospital's staff about the unfamiliar man. Dr. Hastings flagged him down in the hallway.
"Everything all right?" he asked.
Harm frowned. "Things could be better..." he started to walk away.
The doctor frowned. "Commander, there's something else...but Ms. Mackenzie is going to want to hear this." He warned.
"What is it, doctor? I don't think Mac could take much more bad news..." Harm admitted.
"No, Commander, you don't seem to understand. This is very important. I need Colonel Mackenzie here to hear this," he repeated.
Fifteen minutes later, the Admiral had brought Mac to the hospital at Harm's request. Harriet stayed in the car with him. Mac made her way to the crisis center alone.
"What is it, Dr. Hastings?" she asked rather timidly.
The doctor frowned. "Take a seat, Commander. Colonel. Please..." he sighed.
"What is it?" asked Harm. He took hold of Mac's hand. She squeezed it tightly.
"Colonel, we got your test results back, and..." the doctor began.
"What test results?" asked Harm.
"Please don't finish that sentence, doctor..." Mac was tearing up.
"Colonel, I'm sorry, but..."
"No..." Mac cried.
"You're pregnant." The doctor finished.
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