Wow! Thanks for the feedback. Glad several people thought I did well or that this is "cool." Was a pain to type up because I knew what I wanted to do but didn't know how it would flow without totally confusing people. (Something I am good at apparently ;))

I had a couple of people suggesting that someone from the office would see the show and tell Harm and Mac about it. Well, not really. A lot of Harm and Mac moments happen without other people around. Also, why would anyone else remember it? We, as fans, remember what happened because we read it, watch it and hear about it. We can pop in a VHS tape an recall things, but if it's your life, you wouldn't really have such a detailed memory about something your friends did, especially with the slue of things Harm and Mac have gone through. Also, few of their close friends are watching the show. Also, the only one who would have an inkling about the Harm and Mac dynamic is Bud. Sturgis is new and AJ doesn't hang around with Harm and Mac as much as Bud did.

Okay, I think that made sense. ;) Hang on to your. . . uh. . . whatever you hang on to, from here on out, it'll get bumpy. I am also "condensing" the show ZULU simply because there are WAAAAAAAAAY too many JAG episodes I can borrow story lines from. So, rather than make it a regular show, the producers for ZULU have decided to make it a mini-series. ;) In other words, picture yourself watching JAG and instead of getting one story line per show, you basically get a canned version of what happened during several episodes. If I don't do it this way, I'll run out of Harm and Mac interaction to put in the chapters. You'll see what I mean. :P

Enjoy,
Jackie

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PART 10 - Episode 2: Avenging His Death

Episode 1 was a two hour dramatic history of both Hawk and Sam. Viewers found out about Hawk's abusive father and brushes with alcohol and the law. Sam was the Navy poster child, with somewhat of a shady past and the inability to care for someone very deeply because she never got over her father disappearing so many years ago. Episode two began in Sam's apartment. Hawk had arrived in order to discuss a case they were working on when he found her holding a gun with a far off look in her eyes.

Hawk had somehow managed to get her to open up about her past and one Lt. David James, the love of her life. Glancing down at various pictures of Sam and David, Hawk visibly shivered at the likeness between him and the Lieutenant. He was the reason Sam was so bent out of shape. She was planning on murdering the woman who had taken David's life so many years ago.

In the pouring rain, after hours of investigation, Hawk deduced that Sam would be by the dock's awaiting her lovers murderer. So he headed off, but not before changing into the outfit of a Naval officer as his own clothes were soaked from running out in the rain trying to stop Sam from ruining her life.

Hawk raced his car down the streets of DC and to the docks of Norfolk where he brought his SUV to a screeching stop. From his vantage point, he could see Sam and another woman. Fog was obstructing the view, but he could clearly see the gun in Sam's hand. "Oh God." Racing through the fog, he headed towards the two women, hoping to stop his partner from doing something completely stupid. "No Sam!" He cried out, stopping for a moment in order to take a breath.

The other woman, a Lieutenant, took a good look a Hawk and immediately froze. "Oh God. . . I don't believe in Ghosts. . . I don't. . . oh God, David. . . I'm. . . sorry, I didn't mean to. . . No. . . Oh GOD!" Turning, she ran off blindly, barely noticing how close to the dock she really was. Tripping over one of the thick ropes that tethered the ship to the dock, the Lieutenant fell overboard. Her body was crushed between the hull of the ship and the dock.

"Oh God. . ." Hawk gulped, looking down into the water and then towards Sam. "She's dead. . ."

"She thought you were David's Ghost. . ." Stopping short, Sam looked at him wearing the Naval uniform, déjà vu meant nothing, at the moment, he was a spitting image of David.

"I didn't think about that, it was soaked." Sheepishly he smiled at her. "I needed something to wear. . ." Sighing, he looked between the water and her. "Would you have done it, Sam?"

"We'll never know." Slowly, she inched her way towards him, both caught in some angst filled moment. She brought her hands behind his head, easing him down so that she could kiss him.

At that moment, Hawk couldn't think, only feel. He and Sam had been partners for a short while, but already the chemistry between them had been explosive. The need to kiss her overwhelmed him and he was slightly disappointed when she pulled away. The sad, confused look in her eyes spoke volumes. "You don't have to say a thing Sam. . . I know you were kissing him."

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1845 Zulu
JAG Headquarters
Falls Church, Virginia

Harm was having a good day. He'd kick the pants out of Sturgis in the courtroom, just got commended for a job well done from the Admiral and, for the first time in a couple of weeks, he was going to be able to take 'Sarah' up for a spin. Horrid weather for the last couple of weeks had kept him on the ground and, now that Mac seemed to be trusting him more with airplanes, he was dying to take her out and picnic somewhere in the woods. Maybe they'd even be able to stay overnight. Glancing at his watch, he couldn't wait for the day to be over, that would mean they were one day closer to Saturday. "Chatting with Bud, Harriet?" He said, sneaking up behind his friend who quickly hid the Instant Messenger window.

Flustered, she smiled up at Harm and cleared her throat before speaking up. "I am sorry, sir. . . I know it is working hours but. . ."

He flashed his famous flyboy grin and sat at the edge of Harriet's desk. "I know it's difficult, Lieutenant. . . How's Bud handling being day back at sea?"

"Well, you know how it goes, sir. Once a sailor, always a sailor." It had been a rough couple of days for her. The notion that it would probably be months before she saw her husband again, was making her rather melancholic. But, the experience would be good for him, something that he needed in order to get a leg up on the promotion list. "He misses us all like crazy."

Harm nodded in agreement, the last couple of days without Bud had been rather boring. He always brought something special to the office with his presence. Though, they all knew he would eventually be back, Harm feared that the billet would take longer than expected and that Harriet would suffer from it. As a special request from Bud, he, Mac and Sturgis were keeping a watch on the Lieutenant. "We miss him to. . ." Standing up, Harm sighed. "Harriet, just make sure Singer doesn't find you IMing Bud, last thing you need is to cross paths with her."

"We already have, sir. . . but, it's alright. I know how to handle her."

"That's what I am afraid of." Harm said, chuckling. Harriet was sweet, but he knew she also had a fiery side that one should fear. "If you need anything, you know where to find me."

"Ah. . . actually, sir? Do you know anything about refrigerators? Mine. . uh, died last night."

Harm nodded, he'd fixed some of his own appliances before. "Sure, I'll swing by later tonight." Checking his watch Harm noted it was nearly time for lunch. "I'll catch you later, I promised Mac lunch." Heading towards Mac's office to see if she was able to catch lunch with him, Harm stopped dead in his tracks. Glancing in he found Mac, sitting in one of her guest chairs, laughing along with another man, obviously not a client. Upon further inspection, he found the man to be non-other than former Colonel John Farrow. He resisted the urge to just bust in through the door like a caveman and whisk Mac away from Farrow's clutches. Taking a few quick breaths, Harm managed to civilly knock on her door and wait for Mac to bellow. "Enter."

Walking in with a fake smile, he stood just behind the chairs. "Mac, I was coming to see if you wanted to have lunch?" He ignored Farrow who was looking up at him with a smile. The guy really wasn't a bad guy, but he saw how flustered Mac got around Farrow and that, to Harm, meant trouble.

"Commander Rabb, you do remember Colonel John Farrow?" Mac pointed towards John and smiled.

"Colonel, of course." Taking Farrow's hand, he gave an unnecessary firm grip and shook a bit harder than he should have. Mac noted the exchange and the ill display from Harm and felt slightly flattered. Slightly, the other part of her wanted to kick his ass. She stood, walked to her door and closed it, as Harm had just left it open.

Slipping his hand out of Harm's death grip, Farrow flexed his hand a few times to get the feeling back. "Actually, you can call me John, Commander. . . I am retired."

"What brings you back to JAG? Needing a lawyer again?" Taking Mac's chair, Harm slid between the two, hoping that would force Mac to sit across from them in the chair behind her desk. Instead though, he nearly cursed as she took a seat right on the edge of her desk right between him and Farrow.

Farrow chuckled happily and glanced up at Mac. "Actually, no. . . I was in town and decided to visit Sarah."

'Sarah?' Harm groaned inwardly. 'How dare he call her SARAH?. . . that god damned slime ball!' And it wasn't just that he called her Sarah, it was the way he said it. Farrow, even when he and Mac were on trial for murder, would always say Mac's given name in such a way that it sounded intimate. It had always made Harm's skin crawl and at the moment he was having some difficulty with a certain evil green monster. Clearing his throat to hopefully break Farrow's gaze on Mac, Harm plastered another fake smile. "So, Colonel, lunch?" His attempt of a sweet smile was totally obliterated.

Mac gave him a look at that would kill. "Actually, I'll take a rain check, John and I are going to head out in a minute."

Harm couldn't help the sullen expression that befell his face. In his minds eye he saw himself, rushing Farrow and slamming him into Mac's office wall before beating him to a bloody pulp. "I see. . . may I speak with you in private?" At her pissed off expression, Harm smiled. "It'll just be a minute."

Mac walked outside of her office, moving her arms across her chest. "What the hell has gotten into you?"

"I can not believe you are going out to lunch with John Farrow." Harm spat at her, insulted that she would go to lunch with anyone but him. "Were you even going to TELL me he was here?"

Mac took a step back, a bit perplexed at just what had Harm wound up. Sure, she had a history with Farrow, but that was it, history. She loved Harm and not even John Farrow would get in-between that. "Harm, it's just lunch. . ."

"You had a relationship with the guy." Harm said a little too loudly causing just about everyone in the bullpen to stop and watch the couple.

Angrily, Mac tugged Harm into his office, slamming his door behind them. "Why don't you say it a little louder? I want the people on the Hill to know."

"I can't believe you'd do this to me." He was pacing now like a caged animal.

"I am not doing anything to you, Harm. . . we're having lunch, that's it." Mac sighed and placed a hand on his arm to stop him from pacing. "He's no threat to you, okay. . . I'm IN LOVE with you. . . WITH YOU. . . NOT John."

"But you have feelings for him." He spat back, envy clearly evident.

"I have respect for him and maybe some sort of love for him. He helped me out a lot. . ."

Snorting, Harm pulled his arm away from her and resumed pacing. "Yea, including helping you become a lawyer. . .so did you sleep with him to get into law school?"

Mac resisted the urge to slap him. "That was uncalled for, and if you just didn't want me to have lunch with him you could have said so. . . not act like a total jerk."

Harm didn't see himself acting like a total jerk, he had a valid reason for fearing Mac's involvement with Farrow. "You know what Mac? You are going to do whatever you want to do anyway no matter what I say. . . so just go and have fun with JOHN." He said through gritted teeth, trying to control his anger once again. It was the first time that anyone since Brumby had made him feel so out of control in respect to Mac.

"Harm, I don't want to fight. . ." She attempted to place her hand on the red spot on his cheek, but he just brushed her arm away.

"Too late."

"What about dinner tonight?" Certainly, something could be salvaged couldn't it?

"I have work to do." Harm said, retreating behind his desk and pretending to be busy with files, when he really had nothing left to do.

Mac stood with one hand on her hip, irritation started growing. "I thought you were coming over."

"No, but I am sure JOHN would love to." Angrily, Harm chucked a pen at his desk and plopped down into his chair.

"I hate it when you are like this." She reached for the knob and turned it, pausing slightly to wait for some sort of comment from Harm.

"You hate everything about me."

"No I don't, but maybe I should. . ." She pulled the door hard, making it slam shut. Harm watched helplessly as she retreated. It was his own damned fault and he knew it, but he couldn't help the way he felt when it came to other men and Mac. He'd lost her too many times before to have some man from the past just swoop her away again. "Damnit." He cursed.

2345 ZULU
Robert's Residence
Rosslyn, Virginia

The curse words came flying from behind the refrigerator. Along with a very loud "Oww!" that had Harriet running into the kitchen to see what had happened. She was glad that AJ was in his room playing with his toys, but couldn't help but chuckle at the words the sailor in her kitchen was dropping. Harm had gotten no where. Duct tape didn't work and it was hell to try and remove anything from behind the contraption in such a cramped up space. So, he hadn't exactly fixed kitchen appliances before. Either that, or Harriet's fridge was a spawn from hell.

"You seem awfully quiet, Commander." Harriet noted that he had barely said more than two words to her during the half hour he was working on her fridge. Well, except for the menagerie of curse words. "Is something wrong?"

Harm looked around the appliance finding his friend with a rather concerned expression on her face. She had heard the argument. Hell, the people in the White House probably heard the argument. "I ah. . ." Sighing, he squeezed out of his spot, stood up to his full height and slumped against the entryway to the kitchen. "We had a fight." He normally wasn't one to divulge information about his relationships, but he figured that maybe a bit of woman's intuition was in order. Not to mention, Harriet was married, had a loving husband, a cute kid and life just seem to work for them.

"Well, yes, I noticed that, sir. . .uh, Harm." After handing Harm a coke, she went around the kitchen table, sliding into one of the chairs and offering the other to Harm who looked as though he was on the front lines, not fixing a fridge. (Like there is a difference?) "Anything I can do to help?"

"Knock some sense into, Mac?" He quipped, sliding into the proffered chair. Sighing he brought his head down to the table, slamming it lightly causing Harriet to worry. The action gave him a headache. "I was a jerk, I know I was. . . but, I wasn't unreasonable. How would you feel if Bud had a pretty woman in his office that he had a previous. . . thing with. . . wouldn't you be a little. . pissed?"

Harriet cleared her throat. "Well, uh. . . I've played the jealous game with Bud before. It didn't really end up very well." She watched Harm bring his head up and look at her with a silly expression on his face.

"I remember you two not talking for. . . what? Months?"

"Weeks." She offered, taking a sip of her own soda. "Harm, if you love Mac, you need to trust her." Smirking, she stood, went towards the kitchen sink and got a rag for him to clean up the smudge marks on his face. "I would also start preparing to grovel, sir."

Grovel, he'd done that before. Actually, he'd done that more times that he could count and not just with Mac. It seemed that with women, in general, he just couldn't stop screwing up. But, Mac wasn't just any woman, she was everything to him which is why he was so jealous of Farrow. He knew, better than anyone the relationship that they had and it wasn't just an affair. Mac cared for Farrow, maybe even loved him deeply. That type of love wasn't easily erased. It was similar to what he felt for Diane, at least, that's how he figured it was. "Grovel huh?"

"Oh, yes sir. . . and lots of it." Harriet placed a hand on his shoulder at his look of apprehension. "According to the schedule, she and Turner are off for a case on the Seahawk, that gives you time to plan an attack."

"Plan an attack? Jesus, Harriet, you sound like the Admiral."

Smiling, she patted him on the shoulder. "That's where I picked it up, sir. . . Sometimes, certain things needed to be planned as if you are going into battle."

He couldn't disagree with that logic, but it was still going to be hell planning his groveling attack on Mac.

(AN: The argument was a necessary evil. And it really wasn't an argument, but a misunderstanding. Which is something that has always occurred between Harm and Mac and won't ever change, I don't think. Don't worry. . . eventually they'll smarten up.)

Zeil - Glad you are caught up! :)  Good luck with homework!

Blonde - I thought it was cool. :)

XBlue - Deep breaths!! Deep Breaths!  Calix will help you figure it out. . . I have spoken! ;)

Foxy - I am going all over the place and making people's head spin apparently. :/

LtjgMeg - LOL! Yea, I thought that would be a funny comment. :)  If things at JAG really happened like they do to Harm and Mac, all the adrenaline junkies would be lawyers. ;)

NavyBabe - The producer. . . you know her, I think. . ::goes back and reads:: umm... YES you know her! ;)  Yes, you mentioned how much you loved chapter 9, can you mention it again?  ::smiles innocently::

Charmboy - You've seen a show like that?! WHAT?!  ::pouts:: Kidding! :) Yep, Sam is Harm and Hawk is Mac.  LOL!

Hieros - They are cute, Harm and I though, even cuter!  I got dibs on him. . er, at least until I finish this story. ;)  But, since I am busy this week, you can borrow him!  Just shine up his wings before you give em back! :D

Froggy - Reasons why I wish JAG was on HBO. ;)  Harm naked. ::thud::

Harmfan - Personally, I think Harm should have been slapped a few times. (and I am apparently not the only one that feels this way.)  As for Mac, looooooooads of therapy is needed, that's all.