A/N: This is chapter four...err...like you didn't already know that...(laughs).
Well, I hope you liked chapter three! The rest of the mystery will more
than likely unravel in this chapter...I know several of you were wondering if
Mac would remember who the guy was, right? Well, read and find out!
More Than Enough
Chapter Four
"I'm so sorry, Sara..." Harm whispered. She was squeezing his hand again.
She wiped her eyes with her sleeve, and gasped, as if she suddenly remembered something important. "Doctor, if I'm..." she gulped, "if I'm pregnant, there has to be evidence, right? I mean, you can do a DNA test, right?" she asked him uncertainly.
"We've already sent a sample to the lab, Colonel. Actually, the results should be back any time now, if you'd like to stick around?" he asked.
Harm shot the doctor a look of warning, and turned to Mac. "Hey ninja girl, if you want to stay...we'll stay with you. We can all sit here and wait with you...but, of course, that would mean that the Admiral and Harriet would have to come out of the car..." he suggested.
Mac, despite the situation, laughed. "All right, Harm." She looked up at the doctor. "We're going to wait." She nodded decisively.
"All we'll need is that name," the Admiral was saying to himself. "But then, of course, if the man isn't in the system, they won't have a name..."
Mac smirked. "Admiral, trust me, if this guy knew me before I was in the Marine Corps, then I can bet you every cent I have that he has some kind of rap sheet,"
"I never thought that I would think of that as a good thing," the Admiral mouthed. "It's almost over Colonel, Lieutenant. Soon, we're going to nail that bastard to the nearest wall..." he vowed.
"I'm looking forward to it," Harriet growled.
The four of them waited in the waiting room for nearly two hours before they saw Dr. Hastings coming down the hall again. He was holding a manila folder in his hand, and had a sort of satisfied smirk on his face.
Mac and Harriet stood. "Did you get the results?" Harriet asked.
He nodded. "Yes, we did. The perp was on the record already for several previous arrests. One of his previous convictions was one of physical assault. That's why his DNA was on file. It was used to convict him last time...."
"Yes, doctor, but what was the name?" Mac asked. She was trying desperately to look at the folder in his hands. A look of renewed fear was on her face.
The doctor sighed. "Richard Evans, Colonel." He said quickly. Mac fell back into her seat. The doctor nodded. "This has happened before, hasn't it Colonel..."
Mac nodded, but did not speak.
"I read the file. An old boyfriend, I expect?" He waited, and she nodded again. "You testified at the trial, didn't you? And they must have put you in the Witness Protection Program. Yes...the last name is different..." he nodded. "He beat you pretty good, didn't he? They had to use hypnosis to find out what happened...you didn't remember, but they had your DNA..."
Again, Mac nodded. "I'd put it behind me so long ago...I dried up...I joined the Marines..." she whispered. "Why didn't I remember his name, doctor? He's done this before...why didn't I remember?"
The doctor sighed. "Colonel, it wasn't your fault you couldn't remember. When people go through traumatic events, sometimes, their brain tries to block it. In your case, your brain must have blocked the memory of Richard Evans...but you never forgot what he did, did you?"
"Stop it! You'll make her upset!" demanded Harm, wrapping Mac in a hug.
"He's already made me upset." Growled the Admiral. "I'll see you all later. I need to go to the office. I'm going to call the news station, the paper, and Leavenworth. This guy's disgusting face is going to be all over the place. He isn't going to have anywhere to hide when I'm done with him..." and with that, the Admiral stood and left the hall, and then the hospital.
"Thank you, doctor." Harm whispered. "But I'm going to take the girls back home now. I think they both deserve to get some rest..."
"That would be good for them after something like this, yes," the doctor agreed.
Harm led Harriet and Mac to his car since the Admiral had left already. The two were silent all the way to Harriet's house. When they got there, Bud was sitting on the front porch swing, waiting for them. He stood as he waited for them to get out of the car.
"What happened?" he asked them. "Do we have any good news?"
"We have great news. A name." Harm sighed. "And worse news. Mac is..." but he stopped and looked at Mac. He was afraid to say it.
Mac frowned. "The doctor says I'm pregnant, Bud." She revealed.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," his shoulders drooped.
"It's all right, Bud. I'll be all right," she nodded.
"Where are the boys, Bud?" asked Harriet. She looked as if she had been drained of all her energy.
He smiled. "They're with my brother. He's always said he wanted to spend more time with them, so I asked him to baby-sit so you and Mac could get some peace and quiet. No offense, but you really look like you need it,"
Harm followed Mac to the Roberts's guest bedroom, and tucked her in. "I hope you feel better, Sara." He whispered.
"I will, Harm. Soon..." she nodded.
Upstairs, Bud was standing in the doorway to his and Harriet's room. Harriet was sitting on the bed with her feet dangling off of the edge. "You want me to tuck you in?" he walked over, and tried to give her a kiss on the cheek, but she pulled back.
"No, Bud. I just...I want to be left alone right now, all right?" she sighed. "I'll be fine...just let me sleep..."
Bud, feeling rather dejected, turned to leave the room. "I love you, sweetie," he smiled as he closed the door.
Back downstairs, a half an hour had passed, and Mac's sleep was restless. She tossed and turned. Her dreams offered her no comfort. Her sixth sense seemed to be taunting her. She was in a courtroom. Richard Evans was smirking at her. Harriet was crying. Then there was a sound...a familiar sound...like a firecracker...only Mac knew it wasn't a firecracker. She screamed.
Harm and Bud came running into the room. "What is it, ma'am? Are you all right?" Bud asked her.
"It was nothing, Bud. Just a bad dream..." she shrugged.
Harm's eyebrow raised. He could tell that Mac was bothered...that something about the 'dream' she had scared her senseless...that it wasn't nothing, as she had said. He frowned. "Are you sure you're all right? You could come sit in the living room with Bud and me if you like? We were getting ready to order some pizza..." he added. Bud looked at him strangely. What pizza?...ah.
Bud nodded, playing along. "Yeah, we haven't ordered it yet, so what kind of toppings do you like?"
Encouraged, Mac slowly wormed her way from under the covers, stood, and followed the boys into the living room. Harriet, meanwhile, slept through the rest of the day, and well into the night.
"I'm worried about her," Bud groaned. "She's been up there all day. She seemed irritated at me...not herself..." he explained.
Mac nodded. "That happens sometimes, Bud. That's how I was when..." her voice trailed off. "The point is, she'll want to handle it in her own way. She loves you, I'm sure of that, but she doesn't want your help right now. Just let her alone...she'll be back to herself soon..." Mac sighed, and stuffed a large piece of pepperoni pizza into her mouth.
"Mac," Harm whispered.
"Huh?" Mac acknowledged. Her face was still full of pizza.
"I'm sorry. For Hawaii. I shouldn't have said what I said. I chased you away. I always manage to screw up and chase you away..." he frowned and looked at the ground.
Bud cleared his throat in an unnecessarily loud manner and stood. "Well, I think I'll just go do the dishes now..." he announced, and promptly left the room.
A/N: How did you like it? You want me to put up more? Read and review please!
More Than Enough
Chapter Four
"I'm so sorry, Sara..." Harm whispered. She was squeezing his hand again.
She wiped her eyes with her sleeve, and gasped, as if she suddenly remembered something important. "Doctor, if I'm..." she gulped, "if I'm pregnant, there has to be evidence, right? I mean, you can do a DNA test, right?" she asked him uncertainly.
"We've already sent a sample to the lab, Colonel. Actually, the results should be back any time now, if you'd like to stick around?" he asked.
Harm shot the doctor a look of warning, and turned to Mac. "Hey ninja girl, if you want to stay...we'll stay with you. We can all sit here and wait with you...but, of course, that would mean that the Admiral and Harriet would have to come out of the car..." he suggested.
Mac, despite the situation, laughed. "All right, Harm." She looked up at the doctor. "We're going to wait." She nodded decisively.
"All we'll need is that name," the Admiral was saying to himself. "But then, of course, if the man isn't in the system, they won't have a name..."
Mac smirked. "Admiral, trust me, if this guy knew me before I was in the Marine Corps, then I can bet you every cent I have that he has some kind of rap sheet,"
"I never thought that I would think of that as a good thing," the Admiral mouthed. "It's almost over Colonel, Lieutenant. Soon, we're going to nail that bastard to the nearest wall..." he vowed.
"I'm looking forward to it," Harriet growled.
The four of them waited in the waiting room for nearly two hours before they saw Dr. Hastings coming down the hall again. He was holding a manila folder in his hand, and had a sort of satisfied smirk on his face.
Mac and Harriet stood. "Did you get the results?" Harriet asked.
He nodded. "Yes, we did. The perp was on the record already for several previous arrests. One of his previous convictions was one of physical assault. That's why his DNA was on file. It was used to convict him last time...."
"Yes, doctor, but what was the name?" Mac asked. She was trying desperately to look at the folder in his hands. A look of renewed fear was on her face.
The doctor sighed. "Richard Evans, Colonel." He said quickly. Mac fell back into her seat. The doctor nodded. "This has happened before, hasn't it Colonel..."
Mac nodded, but did not speak.
"I read the file. An old boyfriend, I expect?" He waited, and she nodded again. "You testified at the trial, didn't you? And they must have put you in the Witness Protection Program. Yes...the last name is different..." he nodded. "He beat you pretty good, didn't he? They had to use hypnosis to find out what happened...you didn't remember, but they had your DNA..."
Again, Mac nodded. "I'd put it behind me so long ago...I dried up...I joined the Marines..." she whispered. "Why didn't I remember his name, doctor? He's done this before...why didn't I remember?"
The doctor sighed. "Colonel, it wasn't your fault you couldn't remember. When people go through traumatic events, sometimes, their brain tries to block it. In your case, your brain must have blocked the memory of Richard Evans...but you never forgot what he did, did you?"
"Stop it! You'll make her upset!" demanded Harm, wrapping Mac in a hug.
"He's already made me upset." Growled the Admiral. "I'll see you all later. I need to go to the office. I'm going to call the news station, the paper, and Leavenworth. This guy's disgusting face is going to be all over the place. He isn't going to have anywhere to hide when I'm done with him..." and with that, the Admiral stood and left the hall, and then the hospital.
"Thank you, doctor." Harm whispered. "But I'm going to take the girls back home now. I think they both deserve to get some rest..."
"That would be good for them after something like this, yes," the doctor agreed.
Harm led Harriet and Mac to his car since the Admiral had left already. The two were silent all the way to Harriet's house. When they got there, Bud was sitting on the front porch swing, waiting for them. He stood as he waited for them to get out of the car.
"What happened?" he asked them. "Do we have any good news?"
"We have great news. A name." Harm sighed. "And worse news. Mac is..." but he stopped and looked at Mac. He was afraid to say it.
Mac frowned. "The doctor says I'm pregnant, Bud." She revealed.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," his shoulders drooped.
"It's all right, Bud. I'll be all right," she nodded.
"Where are the boys, Bud?" asked Harriet. She looked as if she had been drained of all her energy.
He smiled. "They're with my brother. He's always said he wanted to spend more time with them, so I asked him to baby-sit so you and Mac could get some peace and quiet. No offense, but you really look like you need it,"
Harm followed Mac to the Roberts's guest bedroom, and tucked her in. "I hope you feel better, Sara." He whispered.
"I will, Harm. Soon..." she nodded.
Upstairs, Bud was standing in the doorway to his and Harriet's room. Harriet was sitting on the bed with her feet dangling off of the edge. "You want me to tuck you in?" he walked over, and tried to give her a kiss on the cheek, but she pulled back.
"No, Bud. I just...I want to be left alone right now, all right?" she sighed. "I'll be fine...just let me sleep..."
Bud, feeling rather dejected, turned to leave the room. "I love you, sweetie," he smiled as he closed the door.
Back downstairs, a half an hour had passed, and Mac's sleep was restless. She tossed and turned. Her dreams offered her no comfort. Her sixth sense seemed to be taunting her. She was in a courtroom. Richard Evans was smirking at her. Harriet was crying. Then there was a sound...a familiar sound...like a firecracker...only Mac knew it wasn't a firecracker. She screamed.
Harm and Bud came running into the room. "What is it, ma'am? Are you all right?" Bud asked her.
"It was nothing, Bud. Just a bad dream..." she shrugged.
Harm's eyebrow raised. He could tell that Mac was bothered...that something about the 'dream' she had scared her senseless...that it wasn't nothing, as she had said. He frowned. "Are you sure you're all right? You could come sit in the living room with Bud and me if you like? We were getting ready to order some pizza..." he added. Bud looked at him strangely. What pizza?...ah.
Bud nodded, playing along. "Yeah, we haven't ordered it yet, so what kind of toppings do you like?"
Encouraged, Mac slowly wormed her way from under the covers, stood, and followed the boys into the living room. Harriet, meanwhile, slept through the rest of the day, and well into the night.
"I'm worried about her," Bud groaned. "She's been up there all day. She seemed irritated at me...not herself..." he explained.
Mac nodded. "That happens sometimes, Bud. That's how I was when..." her voice trailed off. "The point is, she'll want to handle it in her own way. She loves you, I'm sure of that, but she doesn't want your help right now. Just let her alone...she'll be back to herself soon..." Mac sighed, and stuffed a large piece of pepperoni pizza into her mouth.
"Mac," Harm whispered.
"Huh?" Mac acknowledged. Her face was still full of pizza.
"I'm sorry. For Hawaii. I shouldn't have said what I said. I chased you away. I always manage to screw up and chase you away..." he frowned and looked at the ground.
Bud cleared his throat in an unnecessarily loud manner and stood. "Well, I think I'll just go do the dishes now..." he announced, and promptly left the room.
A/N: How did you like it? You want me to put up more? Read and review please!