"I'll See You in My Dreams: Someone to Watch Over Me" 14
By Rita Widmer
Disclaimer: You think if I write enough fanfic I could own JAG. No? Then I don't own it. Spoilers: The Stalker AN: Thank you all for the wonderful feedback on the last part. I'll try to post one more part before I leave on Thursday for Arizona, and I'll be gone until the 24th. The song is available to listen to without downloading or cost here
"Someone to Watch Over Me" by George and Ira Gershwin Sung by Marge Champion in "Three for the Show"
There's a saying old says that love is blind Still we're often told "seek and ye shall find"
So I'm going to seek a certain girl/lad I've had in mind Looking everywhere, haven't found her yet She's the big affair I cannot forget Only girl/man I ever think of will regret
I'd like to add her/him initials to my monogram Tell me where's the shepherd for this lost lamb
There's a somebody I'm longing to see I hope that she/he turns out to be Someone to watch over me
I'm a little lamb who's lost in a wood I know I could always be good To one who'll watch over me
Although I/he may not be the man some girls think of As handsome to my heart She/he carries the key
Won't you tell her/him please to put on some speed Follow my lead, oh how I need Someone to watch over me Someone to watch over me
Outside Mac's Apartment 2100 EST
Mac threw her garbage into the trash can outside her apartment. Her movements were fast as she felt the hair stick up on the back of her head. A feeling that had been happening frequently since that eerie phone call weeks ago.
Moving towards the door, she heard a crack behind her. Slowing turning around, she looked into the direction came from and saw nothing. Shaking her head, she started back into the building once more.
'Was that a footstep behind her? Oh stop being paranoid. It's probably just an animal running around,' she thought to herself.
It wasn't until she heard the distinctive click of a camera going off that she knew she was no longer alone. There was somebody watching her. Her heart racing sent adrenaline through her as she tried to place the click of the camera.
There was no way she wasn't going to ignore her watcher this time. Scrutinizing the area around her, she tried to pinpoint his position. He was nowhere to be seen.
"Come out, and identify yourself," she demanded of her watcher.
"Not yet, Sarah," her watcher whispered in her ear as he covered her mouth with a rag. It would be the last words she heard as she blacked out.
Inside Mac's Apartment 0100 EST
Her head still beat against her eyes causing them to fog up from the pressure. The men in front of her were not helping the tension. The aspirin still had not taken its toll on the headache.
She tried to answer the man's questions to her best ability, but they seemed so set on it being a thief being caught in a moment.
"Thieves don't carry around rags with chloroform with them, Mr....," she finally croaked out at them.
"Allen, Ms. Mackenzie. We realize that they usually don't, but the thief might think its a better way to knock out their victim until they left. There is no evidence proving otherwise."
"What about the telephone calls I've been getting? The feeling of being watched all the time. Shouldn't that be proof that something else is going on?"
"Prank calls that's all. I'm not an expert on why people feel like their being followed so I can't explain that to you. Now is there anything else you can remember?"
"He took a photograph of me."
"No camera found outside, but we'll look into that." The man got up, shut his notebook, and started for the door.
Mac followed the man to the door where he was met by Coster who had been looking for any clues outside the apartment. Mr. Allen left the room after saying goodbye.
"Will you be keeping me up to date on the case?" asked Mac.
"We'll let you know if something comes up. I believe you maybe right about having a stalker. Make sure to lock your doors, Sarah." With those final words he left her apartment.
Changing out of her clothes, she got ready for bed, but she was afraid to sleep. She laid down, and closed her eyes. Her memory playing games with her mind as it replayed the scene for her. It wanted to remember something, but it was not hers to remember.
Outside Mac's Apartment Night of Admiral's Party
Harm moved to Mac's car to place the tracker on the wheel. After setting it in place, he looked up at the low light shining through Mac's windows. Further proof that she was home.
He knew that she would prefer to stay home tonight, and grovel in her anger and sadness over what had happened. His heart ached to help her through this, but he had very little idea what it would be like to have a stalker and break sobriety. He had forgiven her the first moment they left the courtroom. It was pain that said those words not her own feelings towards him.
Deciding to face the wrath of a marine that wanted to be left alone, he headed into the building. He had to find a way to bring her with him to the Admiral's party.
When leaving for the party, they took two separate vehicles so she could leave when she wanted to without him needing to come along. They were going back to the original plan that they had thought out yesterday to draw out her stalker.
Fear drenched his mood, but he hid it behind a party facade he put on for everyone. Something was going to happen tonight. The stalker would make himself known, and he had only the tracker to help find her when the time came. He slightly nodded as she left the party that night. Taking out his half of the contraption, he made sure it was working properly.
He did not have long to wait. It soon showed she was not going home that evening. Making his excuses, he head out to follow her. He almost threw it out the window when it stopped working for a moment of time, but it started up once again.
His heart pounded as he drove the distance to her new location. Neither had any idea what they would find that evening. It was all take what you are given, and follow through on that information.
Arriving at the warehouse where the tracker said she was for the moment. Slowly he walked up to the door, and listened for voices inside. When he felt it was the right time, he headed in, and his first instinct was to gasp at the scene before him. Pictures of her were hanging everywhere.
Time slowly went by as Coster was taken out, but when it was over a weight seemed to lift off his shoulders. The nightmare was ended. Untying Mac, he helped her get up, and they headed out.
Mac's Apartment 0400 EST
Her head was buried in her pillow as tears flowed down her face. The pain and fear being let out physically in those tears. She tried to stifle the sound so Harm couldn't hear them, and rush in to try to comfort her. It wasn't that she didn't want comfort, but she couldn't face him once again like this.
"Sarah, don't cry. Look at me," said a quiet voice next to her bed.
She looked up, and gasped at the ghostly figure before her. "Peter, am I dreaming?"
"You're not dreaming. I've been watching over you since you came to Washington."
"Why only since then?"
"Because I go wherever Harm goes. That man cares very much about you, Sarah."
"And I care about him. I was so mean to him today. I don't know how he could ever forgive me, but he has."
"Would you have forgiven him if he said those words to him?"
"Of course."
"Then why can't he?"
"Because..."
"There is no because. Accept his friendship, and willingness to forgive. Forgive yourself too."
"Yes, sir."
"Much better. Now go to sleep, and remember I'm only a calling a way as long as Harm is in your life."
"What happens if he leaves?"
"I follow him. Now sleep, darling."
Her faced saddened at the thought, but she laid her head down. Before falling asleep she whispered, "I love you."
"I love you too."
With those words she fell asleep. Peter watched over her, and wished that he could hold her as she slept.
TBC....(Coming up soon Death Watch, and a little interlude story into the past.)
Disclaimer: You think if I write enough fanfic I could own JAG. No? Then I don't own it. Spoilers: The Stalker AN: Thank you all for the wonderful feedback on the last part. I'll try to post one more part before I leave on Thursday for Arizona, and I'll be gone until the 24th. The song is available to listen to without downloading or cost here
"Someone to Watch Over Me" by George and Ira Gershwin Sung by Marge Champion in "Three for the Show"
There's a saying old says that love is blind Still we're often told "seek and ye shall find"
So I'm going to seek a certain girl/lad I've had in mind Looking everywhere, haven't found her yet She's the big affair I cannot forget Only girl/man I ever think of will regret
I'd like to add her/him initials to my monogram Tell me where's the shepherd for this lost lamb
There's a somebody I'm longing to see I hope that she/he turns out to be Someone to watch over me
I'm a little lamb who's lost in a wood I know I could always be good To one who'll watch over me
Although I/he may not be the man some girls think of As handsome to my heart She/he carries the key
Won't you tell her/him please to put on some speed Follow my lead, oh how I need Someone to watch over me Someone to watch over me
Outside Mac's Apartment 2100 EST
Mac threw her garbage into the trash can outside her apartment. Her movements were fast as she felt the hair stick up on the back of her head. A feeling that had been happening frequently since that eerie phone call weeks ago.
Moving towards the door, she heard a crack behind her. Slowing turning around, she looked into the direction came from and saw nothing. Shaking her head, she started back into the building once more.
'Was that a footstep behind her? Oh stop being paranoid. It's probably just an animal running around,' she thought to herself.
It wasn't until she heard the distinctive click of a camera going off that she knew she was no longer alone. There was somebody watching her. Her heart racing sent adrenaline through her as she tried to place the click of the camera.
There was no way she wasn't going to ignore her watcher this time. Scrutinizing the area around her, she tried to pinpoint his position. He was nowhere to be seen.
"Come out, and identify yourself," she demanded of her watcher.
"Not yet, Sarah," her watcher whispered in her ear as he covered her mouth with a rag. It would be the last words she heard as she blacked out.
Inside Mac's Apartment 0100 EST
Her head still beat against her eyes causing them to fog up from the pressure. The men in front of her were not helping the tension. The aspirin still had not taken its toll on the headache.
She tried to answer the man's questions to her best ability, but they seemed so set on it being a thief being caught in a moment.
"Thieves don't carry around rags with chloroform with them, Mr....," she finally croaked out at them.
"Allen, Ms. Mackenzie. We realize that they usually don't, but the thief might think its a better way to knock out their victim until they left. There is no evidence proving otherwise."
"What about the telephone calls I've been getting? The feeling of being watched all the time. Shouldn't that be proof that something else is going on?"
"Prank calls that's all. I'm not an expert on why people feel like their being followed so I can't explain that to you. Now is there anything else you can remember?"
"He took a photograph of me."
"No camera found outside, but we'll look into that." The man got up, shut his notebook, and started for the door.
Mac followed the man to the door where he was met by Coster who had been looking for any clues outside the apartment. Mr. Allen left the room after saying goodbye.
"Will you be keeping me up to date on the case?" asked Mac.
"We'll let you know if something comes up. I believe you maybe right about having a stalker. Make sure to lock your doors, Sarah." With those final words he left her apartment.
Changing out of her clothes, she got ready for bed, but she was afraid to sleep. She laid down, and closed her eyes. Her memory playing games with her mind as it replayed the scene for her. It wanted to remember something, but it was not hers to remember.
Outside Mac's Apartment Night of Admiral's Party
Harm moved to Mac's car to place the tracker on the wheel. After setting it in place, he looked up at the low light shining through Mac's windows. Further proof that she was home.
He knew that she would prefer to stay home tonight, and grovel in her anger and sadness over what had happened. His heart ached to help her through this, but he had very little idea what it would be like to have a stalker and break sobriety. He had forgiven her the first moment they left the courtroom. It was pain that said those words not her own feelings towards him.
Deciding to face the wrath of a marine that wanted to be left alone, he headed into the building. He had to find a way to bring her with him to the Admiral's party.
When leaving for the party, they took two separate vehicles so she could leave when she wanted to without him needing to come along. They were going back to the original plan that they had thought out yesterday to draw out her stalker.
Fear drenched his mood, but he hid it behind a party facade he put on for everyone. Something was going to happen tonight. The stalker would make himself known, and he had only the tracker to help find her when the time came. He slightly nodded as she left the party that night. Taking out his half of the contraption, he made sure it was working properly.
He did not have long to wait. It soon showed she was not going home that evening. Making his excuses, he head out to follow her. He almost threw it out the window when it stopped working for a moment of time, but it started up once again.
His heart pounded as he drove the distance to her new location. Neither had any idea what they would find that evening. It was all take what you are given, and follow through on that information.
Arriving at the warehouse where the tracker said she was for the moment. Slowly he walked up to the door, and listened for voices inside. When he felt it was the right time, he headed in, and his first instinct was to gasp at the scene before him. Pictures of her were hanging everywhere.
Time slowly went by as Coster was taken out, but when it was over a weight seemed to lift off his shoulders. The nightmare was ended. Untying Mac, he helped her get up, and they headed out.
Mac's Apartment 0400 EST
Her head was buried in her pillow as tears flowed down her face. The pain and fear being let out physically in those tears. She tried to stifle the sound so Harm couldn't hear them, and rush in to try to comfort her. It wasn't that she didn't want comfort, but she couldn't face him once again like this.
"Sarah, don't cry. Look at me," said a quiet voice next to her bed.
She looked up, and gasped at the ghostly figure before her. "Peter, am I dreaming?"
"You're not dreaming. I've been watching over you since you came to Washington."
"Why only since then?"
"Because I go wherever Harm goes. That man cares very much about you, Sarah."
"And I care about him. I was so mean to him today. I don't know how he could ever forgive me, but he has."
"Would you have forgiven him if he said those words to him?"
"Of course."
"Then why can't he?"
"Because..."
"There is no because. Accept his friendship, and willingness to forgive. Forgive yourself too."
"Yes, sir."
"Much better. Now go to sleep, and remember I'm only a calling a way as long as Harm is in your life."
"What happens if he leaves?"
"I follow him. Now sleep, darling."
Her faced saddened at the thought, but she laid her head down. Before falling asleep she whispered, "I love you."
"I love you too."
With those words she fell asleep. Peter watched over her, and wished that he could hold her as she slept.
TBC....(Coming up soon Death Watch, and a little interlude story into the past.)