Stolen

by Radiorox

(COMPLETED) Sequel to Adrift But Not Alone (Read that one first). As Harm and Mac try to repair their relationship, many things threaten to keep them apart. When it seems they finally made it, the Video Princess plots her revenge.

16. When Desire Creates Entropy

Okay, we're getting the ball rolling on the article 32. Hopefully I don't bore anyone. I won't draw out the whole case too long, I promise. By my count, there are 3 more chapters after this one. I might put two together, but maybe not. . . depends on whether or not an idea of mine that I jotted down late last night pans out. ;) Don't want it to be too soapoperaish. :P

Well, here we go, thank you for the feedback, have a good weekend everybody. I am hoping not to drop from exhaustion over the weekend, have a lot to do tomorrow, gotta get up too early for it and will probably be home too late. The joy! ;)

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Enjoy!

Jackie

(Two Notes: 1 – I know little to nothing about law, don't freak out if something is un-lawlike. ;) I tried my best. 2- Though it is a rape case, I am not going to write up a big, in detail explanation as to what Renee says happened. I explained it over 2-3 lines and not in very much detail. I believe rape is a very serious crime, I do not glorify it, I do not condone it and, to not make people uncomfortable with this story, I won't go into details.)

PART 16 – When Desire Creates Entropy

1520 Zulu
Harm's Apartment
North of Union Station

Harm and Mac were holding onto each other while they slept. Though it would seem that his strong arms were wrapped around her protectively and possessively, it was quite the opposite. It was Mac taking the role of protector this time. They had talked about Chegwidden's suggestion for them to not to cohort until the trial was over. Mac did not take the news badly at all, in fact, she was going to request to be sent away TAD in hopes that it would make it difficult for Lindsey to get a hold of her. He'd broken down in the middle of the night, do the typical Harm thing and blaming himself over something neither of them could take the blame for. So Mac had held and soothed him her heart breaking because they were both stuck in the middle, neither had a solution. It was all a waiting game.

He'd woken up late that morning, well, later that usual and found her arms wrapped tightly around him. Harm smiled slightly seeing her brown eyes lock onto his. He leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips. "Morning."

"Morning." They'd had many mornings like that, waking up in some semblance of peace and though there was so much hanging by a string, Mac was trying her hardest to not let Renee and her stupidly ruin their last weekend together. "What do you want for breakfast?"

Harm chuckled. "You're going to cook?"

Mac grinned mischievously.. "Hey, I never said I couldn't cook."

"No, you said you could microwave very well." He retorted, chuckling as Mac playfully whacked him on his backside. When she made to move away, he tightened his arms around her pulling her back to him. "Well, maybe all I want for breakfast is you?"

"Tempting, yes. . . but this Marine needs food to function." She said with a wink, laughing when his arms released her and Harm laid back in bed with a dramatic sigh. She gave him a saucy look as she disappeared behind the cubed wall of his bathroom. As she showered, Harm propped himself up against the wall behind the bed, watching her figure through the slightly opaque cubes. There were times of the day, when not even interior light would reflect what was going on in the shower. But in the mornings, when the sun was shining directly through the window in the bathroom, he had quite a show. He would have joined her, but he wasn't ready to face her again when it came to the marks Renee had left on his chest, he "parting gift" as the XO of the Patrick Henry had so delicately put it. He cringed at the thought, noting how they'd taken pictures of it and in all likelihood, taking samples from under Renee's nails to match his skin. With a long sigh, he threw himself off the bed and headed into the kitchen to at least get the coffee started, they were going to need a lot of it today.

Mac did her best to create some sort of breakfast while Harm showered. Since he had not been around for sometime and she'd been too hurt and angry to go to his apartment, a lot of the things had to be thrown away. The eggs were still good, as was the bread, orange juice and a package of microwaveable pancakes that she'd left from the last time she'd been over. She poured herself a cup of coffee and took a sip, black was definitely the way to go today. Harm trudged into the kitchen and she was surprised when, for once, he took it the same way. Suffice to say, they both had a rather rough night.

"Since when do you have a TV?" Mac asked, walking towards the living room with a cup of coffee in her hand.

Harm, who was cleaning dishes, glanced over and grinned. "You like watching movies, so. . . I kinda had an epiphany."

Mac chuckled, placed her mug on the coffee table and glanced at the electronic. "Wow, even has a built in DVD player, flyboy, I am impressed." She couldn't help but laugh harder when Harm walked into the living room holding a Disney DVD called 'Dinosaurs'. The smile on his face widened when Mac took it enthusiastically.

"Thought you'd like it." He smiled broadly, settling himself into the sofa, letting Mac deal with the DVD player that he still had no inkling on how it worked.

Mac sat on the edge of the coffee table, punching buttons on the remote control. "I love it. . .nice to know you pay attention."

"It's not like you've been subtle about it, I mean you have a big ol' dinosaur in your apartment."

"Who was nameless until you decided to give him that ridiculous name." She turned to him and grinned. "What was the name again?"

"Petey the pterodactyl." Harm laughed despite himself, it was after all one of the stupidest things he'd ever done in her presence. One that was the cause for a lot of ribbing and a confession that Harm used to name all of his stuffed animals and toys even when he was a teen.

Mac settled on the sofa, laughing along with him. "Well Petey, misses you." She laid her head on his shoulder and chanced a look upward finding a sad expression on Harm's face. She knew what he was thinking, because every time the silence surrounded them, it was there, waiting to swoop down and tear them apart all over again. "Harm, I know it's in the back of our minds but. . .Chegwidden is the best, he won't stop until you are cleared."

"I know that, Mac." He smiled ruefully.

Mac frowned, reached over for the remote and hit pause. "What else is on your mind?"

"You, me. . .Us." He said sadly with a deep sigh. "If something happens."

"Nothing is going to happen, Harm." She said forcefully, interrupting him before he started throwing a pity party that he didn't need. Mac wanted him to keep his head level during all of this, if clients that they knew were guilty could be seen as innocent, Harm would be spared as well.

"Maaaaac." He tried a warning tone, but she would not have it.

"No, don't do this to yourself, nothing is going to happen to you or us. . .I am not going to lose you and you are not going to lose me."

Though he believed that, his heart wouldn't let him be selfish when it came to her. "I know we are strong, I know we can weather this, but if things don't go in my favor. . ." When she made to interrupt again, Harm shifted his body and brought a hand up to silence her. "No. Listen." He sighed deeply, much of his loss of sleep was because of her and the life he didn't want her to lose because of him. "If I end up in Leavenworth, I want you to go on with life Mac. . . I want you to pretend I don't exist."

She stared at him for a moment, in total shock of his request. How could she just pretend he wasn't in her life. To Mac, being without Harm was the equivalent of being deprived of oxygen. "I can't do that."

"You have to, Mac. . . I don't want you to become those women that spend their lives visiting their husband or boyfriend with bars or plexiglass separating them." He shook his head angrily. "You are young, smart, beautiful. . .You deserve, especially after all you've been through, to have a full life. Not wait around, for me if things go wrong. . ."

"Harm. . ."

He looked down and away, it wasn't just her lost life he was concerned about, but the deprivation he would feel. "It's not you. . .It's me as well. . . I couldn't survive if you came to see me. . . especially now that we've connected. . . I couldn't live seeing you but not being about to be with you."

Mac knew the apprehension and the fears, she lived it long ago when Christ Ragle was hauled off to jail and she was forced to see him behind bars. Back then it was different, she and Chris didn't' have the profound love and connection that she and Harm did. But, it was still difficult knowing the man you were with wouldn't be let out for years. Eventually, when it started becoming too difficult for her to see Chris, she began drinking much more heavily than before. She had Eddie, the closest friend she had, a guy she could confide in without strings attached, because, he too, had a screwed up family life. The night of their graduation party, everything was taken away from her and Sarah MacKenzie had to rebuild her life from scratch. She swallowed hard at the thoughts of falling into such despair if she didn't have Harm with her. She understood that years of deprivation, after years of yearning, would probably destroy her. Still, she believed in a greater good, that people who weren't guilty, were supposed to be free. "You're not going to Leavenworth Harm, the Admiral will make sure of that. . ."

1620 Zulu
JAG Headquarters
Falls Church, Virginia

The Article 32 had started promptly at 10am Monday morning. Nearly half an hour later, Lindsey had the ball rolling. He presented evidence of Renee's attack: the pictures of her nail marks on Harm's chest, DNA information that it was, indeed his skin under her fingernails, pictures of the bruising on her face and the marks of a large hand around her arms. One of the marks on her body, bore a indentation that Lindsey stated was the perpetrator's Academy Ring.

The Admiral stood up. "Objection, your honor, that is purely speculation."

"Sustained." Originally, Captain Owen Seabring was going to be the judge, but seeing as some of the staff judge's at JAG knew the Commander too well, they decided to bring in an outside force. Commander Timothy Naughton wouldn't have been AJ's first choice for a Judge, the man had a habit of being relatively hard on sailors, regardless of their guilt or innocence.

Lindsey turned to his expert witness, Jane Deluca, a medical examiner who was used to figuring things out with small pieces of a puzzle. "Mrs. Deluca, is this, or is this not the mark of a ring?"

Deluca nodded. "Yes it is."

"And from the angle of the blow on Ms. Peterson's body, is the assailant right handed or left handed?"

"Right handed."

Lindsey turned away from the witness and walked towards the defense table, offering AJ and Harm a snide look. "The Commander here is right handed, according to his service record and it appears he does wear his Naval Academy ring on his right hand, there. . ."

AJ stood again. "Objection your honor, calls for a conclusion."

"Sustained, Commander Lindsey, do you have any more questions for this witness?"

"No, your honor." Lindsey sighed.

Judge Naughton motioned towards AJ. "Admiral, you're up."

From his post behind the defense table, AJ stood, and glanced towards Jane Deluca. "Mrs. Deluca, I understand that you never had the chance to examine Ms. Peterson."

"Objection, relevance?" Commander Lindsey said.

AJ turned towards Judge Naughton. "If Mrs. Deluca did not directly examine Ms. Peterson prior to the attack her testimony given here bears no meaning on the case."

Naughton turned to Deluca. "Ma'am, did you or did you not examine Ms. Peterson?"

"No, sir, but. . .we've been trained very well to come to conclusions based on pictures."

Naughton wasn't buying the strategy, as much as he was a hardass, he wanted justice to be done. "From the picture could you deduce, without a shadow of a doubt that the mark in question was from a right handed assailant wearing a large ring?"

"Hypothetically. . ." Lindsey cringed the moment Deluca said that word. Few judges he knew would buy anything remotely close to being hypothetical.

"Yes or No." AJ was quickly liking Naughton, though, he knew that any moment his defense could be shot down, it was nice to have a Judge that, like him, wanted the truth to come out. When the witness wouldn't give an answer, Naughton spoke again. "Ma'am, I'll hold you in contempt. . . YES OR NO, it's a simple question and a simple answer."

Deluca turned towards Lindsey and sighed. "It could be debated. The picture was not enough to go by."

"This witness is dismissed." Whacking the gavel, Naughton looked out into the crowd of JAG staff and JAG officers that were seated behind the prosecution and defense sections. "Seeing as this was a bit of a blow to the prosecution, we'll have a two hour recess." He pointed the gavel towards Lindsey. "Commander, I suggest you check with your witnesses before you put them up on my bench and waste my time, understood?"

No one, except for Harm and AJ saw the scowl that was quickly replaced by an expressionless appearance. "Understood, sir."

(AN: In the early seasons Harm used to wear his Academy ring on his right hand. And eventually it moved to his left hand. I have no clue where you are supposed to wear it, but seeing as, when I graduated HS we would wear the graduation ring on the right hand and the left hand was saved for a wedding band, I am keeping it this way. ;) It also works cos Harm is right handed, I think. ;))

1620 Zulu
USS. Patrick Henry
Location Undisclosed

Sunday night Mac had traveled out to the Henry in order to be Harm's replacement onboard until the case had been cleared up. The convening authority, Captain Ingles had requested for a speedy trial and was going to get one. Mac believe it to be a good thing seeing as it wouldn't give Teddy enough time to get his six in gear. It was odd that they had picked Lindsey, out of all JAG lawyers, to be prosecution. The few times she'd run into him, Mac found his ways revolting. He was a horrible officer, caring about nothing but himself. With a snort, she thought that he and Singer would make a great pair.

Sometime that day, she was called to Captain Ingles' stateroom as he was not able to greet her when she'd first arrived on ship. She knocked on the hatch, walked in and stood at attention. "Lt. Colonel MacKenzie reporting as ordered, sir."

From his computer speakers, sounds of what appeared to be a case was pouring out. Hearing the unmistakable tenor of her CO, she knew it was Harm's case. Stoically she stood before the Captain, mentally frowning, wishing she could at lease hear what was going on.

The Captain turned down the speakers once the judge had sent everyone on recess, it was then that he turned to Mac and motioned for her to stand at ease. "You know, Colonel, I still can not believe you and Commander Rabb survived that night." Captain Ingles was referring to the evening of their ejection. "I know you are well trained as a Marine, but you've never received the survival training our pilots go through. . . So tell me, how did you do it?"

"Luck, skipper. . ." Admittedly, they both should have died that night, Harm was severely hypothermic and she was just unprepared.

Captain Ingles leaned back in his chair and studied her for the moment. Though he wouldn't mention it to anyone, he liked Mac, she was a good officer and a damn fin lawyer. Plus, anyone who wasn't afraid to go toe to toe with him, was good in his book. "Luck huh?"

"Yes, sir. . . and someone above who thought it wasn't our time." She smiled ruefully, thinking that maybe their current ordeal was punishment for them not dying in the ocean.

"You're on his side?" Ingles asked, pointing to the computer, referring to Harm's case.

Mac sighed and glared the man down. If he was looking for cheap shots against Harm, she wasn't going to let him use her as the punching bag. "With all due respect, sir. . . You know the answer to that."

"I am too. . . On his side I mean. . . .it's hard to believe Rabb would have done it."

Now Mac was confused, Ingles being the convening authority, if he was on Harm's side, then why did he bother taking this to court? "He didn't do it. . . but, from what you've just told me, I am confused as to why you ordered this to go so far."

"It had nothing to do against the Commander. . .We have a job to do here and when a civilian goes hollerin' rape, we listen." Ingles pointed to a seat and commanded, "Close the hatch and have a seat." He waited for Mac to be comfortable before leaning in and speaking in a voice that only she could hear. "The woman was hysterical, out of control. . .from a glance, it was obvious she'd been attacked. . "

Mac sensed a big ol', "But?"

The Captain's expression changed to a man that seemed insecure about something. "I am not so sure that she was raped."

"Why haven't you said anything?" Mac demanded, easing herself to the edge of her chair, it was totally not something that an officer should do to a senior officer, but she didn't care, it was Harm who was being sabotaged. "Damnit, Captain, he is in a lot of trouble."

"I received orders directly from the SECNAV that I would be driving a garbage barge down the Hudson if I didn't go along with it."

Mac contemplated that for a while. When the SECNAV was involved it usually meant trouble. Her belief that that SECNAV Nelson was a complete idiot. Wasn't he supposed to protect the Navy? Still, there was something in Ingles' composure that was unnerving our fair Colonel, this certainly wasn't information that she was supposed to just stumble across . "Why are you telling me this, sir?"

"Because I don't believe in seeing an innocent man take the fall."

"Why is the SECNAV involved?"

The Captain shifted nervously in his seat, sighing as he turned away and then moved back to face Mac. "Apparently there is some. . . show that Ms. Peterson produces. . .since it has aired, recruitment has gone up, there are more companies willing to do business with our military, broken things are being repaired faster. Hell, Colonel, I even received a brand new bird to cover for the one you and Rabb ditched. . ." He leaned forward, placing his hands on the desk. "SECNAV doesn't want to throw that away."

"So he is letting Harm take the fall?"

"Yes."

Mac contemplated that for a moment, there was no reason Ingles would tell her all of that if there weren't truth to it. "You could get in trouble for this."

"Which is why I want you to look into it, find someone that will listen to you." At Mac's confused look Ingles clarified. "This isn't just about Rabb, it's about the state of our military and what political ass kissers like Nelson do in order to profit. I love the Navy, Colonel, it's my life, it's in my blood. . . but all of this has got to stop." There conversation continued for several more minutes and just as he'd dismissed Mac, he remembered one thing. "By the way, Colonel. . . there is someone that I think you would want to talk to."

An hour later, after a long discussion with the Captain, Mac found herself wearing out the floor of her stateroom. The information she had was very sensitive and she needed to get it out somehow. There were millions of people she could send it to, but, considering he was one of the few people she trusted, Chegwidden was the best person to be the recipient.

1820 Zulu
JAG Headquarters
Falls Church, Virginia

"The government calls to the stand, Ms. Renee Peterson." Harm glared at the woman as she entered the courtroom, making her way towards the stand without even looking at him. Lindsey helped her up to the seat. "Do you swear to tell the whole truth, so help you God?" Harm nearly snorted at that comment and resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

Renee took one look at Harm, sniffled for effect and said. "I do."

They went through the regular motions, like getting her background information and some personal details to help the Judge get to know her better. At the mention of the show 'ZULU,' Judge Naughton perked up, he'd been a fan from day one, all account of the girl that played Sam.

"Prior to the alleged occurrences on the Patrick Henry, were you familiar with Commander Rabb?" Lindsey chose his words carefully, noting that Chegwidden would jump over anything he couldn't tie up.

Renee looked over at Harm and immediately teared up. She began shaking and turning away from him, closing her eyes as if he was emanating rays that would hurt her. "Yes. . ." She breathed into the microphone and then "composed" herself enough to finish the rest of it. "He was my fiancé. . . we were together for over a year."

Deciding it was best to let the history between her and Harm drop, he proceeded to guide her through the occurrences on the carrier. "What were you doing aboard the carrier Patrick Henry, Ms. Peterson?" Lindsey stood before her, blocking the visual path between her and Harm, he glared at her, trying to keep her on track.

Renee took a swallow of water and stared up at Judge Naughton with her best doe eyes, smiling slightly. "Well, we were shooting 'ZULU'. . . there was supposed to be an episode where Sam is flying Hawk home for his wedding, but they get. . ."

Harm's eyes went as wide as saucers and before AJ got a chance, he shot up. "Objection, your honor, Mrs. Peterson's TV show is irrelevant." AJ glared over at the younger man, who shoot him a look of apology, then slid back into his chair.

Judge Naughton looked between the two and held his gavel up, pointing it at AJ. "Admiral, I suggest, unless Commander Rabb is sitting second chair in his own trial, that he remains seated and quiet." Looking back towards Lindsey, he conceded with Harm. "Sustained. . ." Sweetly, he smiled at Renee. "Ma'am, though, I do enjoy the show, we need to stick to this case."

Renee nodded, deep inside cursing Harm, Mac, the Admiral, the Judge and even the damned Navy. Batting her eyes at him, she nodded. "Of course, judge."

"Getting back on track Ms. Peterson. . .so we've established that you were onboard. . . Did you bump into Commander Rabb?"

"Yes."

"How many times?"

Renee shrugged, "Twice?"

Lindsey's voice took a soft, almost soothing tone. "I realize this is difficult Ms. Peterson, but what happened the first time you saw the Commander while you were onboard the Patrick Henry?"

"He came over to greet me, but we had a bad breakup and I didn't want to talk to him." Sniffling again, she took a handkerchief she was holding and wiped at the tears. "When I said that I had nothing to say to him and walked away, he said that if I wouldn't come to him, he would go to me."

Lindsey nodded, "I see and did you feel threatened by that remark?"

Renee shook her head. "No, sounded more like a guy that never got over a girl, I really didn't make much of it."

Harm took a very deep breath, managing to somehow not run to the stand actually cause bodily Harm to Renee. "Sir," He whispered to the Admiral. "It was just the opposite, she came up to me, I would have never gone up to her." The Admiral nodded and made a few notes on his legal pad.

Lindsey leaned up against the stand and looked sympathetically at Renee. "Now, Ms. Peterson, I realize how difficult this will be. . . and you can take all the time you need. . . Tell us what happened the second time you met up with Commander Rabb."

Renee glanced over at Harm and then looked away as if he frightened her. "I went to his stateroom. It was the last night we were onboard and I wanted to fix things between us, make sure they were alright." She heaved a few breaths and like clockwork began to breakdown as she gave the account. According to Renee, Harm had pushed her into his cot and when she refused to have sex with him, he forced himself, leaving her with several bruises and a black eye. In defense, she left him the scratches on his chest. After the account, she stood and wildly pointed towards Harm. "I loved him, and. . . and. .He raped me! That son of a bitch RAPED me!!" It took a few minutes for Lindsey and Judge Naughton to calm her down.

When it was the Admiral's turn to take a crack at her, Renee became hysterical again and the Judge thought it would be best for the defense to interview her at another time. Though he didn't want to, the AJ conceded in order not to make the defense seem uncaring or heartless. The court went into recess until 10am the next day and a tired Harm followed the Admiral through the maze that was JAG ops and into his office where he collapsed into one of the Admiral's oversized chairs. "Harm, it isn't over, I'll get a crack at her."

Harm shook his head. "I believe in your lawyering abilities, sir, I really do, but she's been around actors most of her life. It's not like some stupid sailor who did something wrong and we crack under pressure." He threw his hands up in defeat and sighed. "Maybe it's best to work out some plea bargain with Lindsey."

"SNAP TO SAILOR." Harm's pity party had caused the Admiral to be in his face faster than a surface to air missile. "I realize this is an uphill battle, Commander, but you WILL NOT make a jackass of yourself and throw some fucking pity party." The Admiral wasn't usually the type to swear at his subordinates, but after everything he was trying to do for Harm, he wasn't about to accept defeat. "You are an exemplary officer of the United States Navy. You've flown a supersonic jet through the first Gulf Wars and several other campaigns, you beat your eye problem. Hell, son, you managed to live through the mother of all storms. Those things are more insurmountable than some crazed woman claiming that you raped her. Which, no one in this damned building believes you to be capable of." The Admiral took a deep, calming breath. "Now, you are not going to let down the people who are backing you. And you are NOT. . GOING. . TO. . QUIT, Commander. You normally love to fight, so show me that, damnit. . . Now I want you to get your six home and relax, it'll be a long day tomorrow. . . DISMISSED."

Despite himself, Harm felt the 'pep-talk' did screw his head on straight. "Aye, aye, sir." He made a perfect about face and marched out of Chegwidden's office.

Walking around his desk, the Admiral had found something on his computer's taskbar blinking. "What the hell? TINER, get your six in here!"

Petty Officer Jason Tiner appeared at his door with a mild look of trepidation. "Yes, sir?"

"What the hell is this, Tiner?" He pointed at the flashing blue screen, fearful of touching it and opening one of the viruses that Tiner had described could suddenly pop up out of no where. "This isn't a damned virus is it?"

Tiner took a good look at what the task bar. "That must be the Colonel, she asked me to install an IM program on your computer."

AJ glanced up at Tiner. "Iwhat?"

"IM, sir. . . It's short for Instant Messenger, it's a chat device, you can send pictures, use emoticons, play games, even use a web ca. . ."

"I get the picture, Tiner. So it's safe for me to click on?" At an affirmative answer, AJ dismissed his yeoman and clicked on the blinking blue message.

Right away, a window popped up with the screen name LtColMacKenzie. It read. "Sir, this is Mac. There are something's you need to know."
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XBlue - Don't make me go electroshock on yer six! ;) Besides, I'm a vampire, and not an easy one to kill. ;)

Manda May - Ask and thou shall receive, eventually. Hope this chappie was good for ya!

Cristina - Yea, they are back on some sort of track, though I like to write arguments (In case you couldn't tell), fixing them up is fun. There are some nice moments in this chapter (16).

Hieros - Harm gets in too much trouble. Esp when Mac is not around. ;) Technically, in this story, he wasn't accused of a third murder, it's S7 here, Singer's murder is a year away and it's not happening here. I've purposely done very little with the people in JAG ops. Too much of a headache, too many pepopel to write in. :/

Joa - Oh, I so refused to bring the dingo into this one. Brumby AND Renee, talk about painful. Besides, there are a lot of "Brumby is a bad guy" story, I decided to let him stay out of this one. ;) As for the alchol :::points to bar::: we have lots, come on ovr. ;)

Lori - How many tickets? ;)

NavyBabe - Uh, you have some. .. uh, twitching problem. oO, Meanie butt? ROFL!!!! I'll convert that into Jackie speak and in my mind it's a very cool and nice curse word. ;)

mara-Rabb - Mac kicks Renee's six? Sounds like most people want this. ;)

ashnic - How many tickets do you want? ;)

Froggy - Well, she might be called back to testify. Though she is off on a ship, they can just send her over. It was just an idea that if she wasn't around, hopefully Lindsey would be too busy to notice.

LtjgMeg - Ummm, you okay? Did you drown? Heheh, stupid question, if you drowned how would you answer me? :::gets out a Tarrot card:: Oh, spirit of LtjgMeg, are thoust there. :::lights flicker::: Umm, o-O.

blonde - Renee has issues. Nothing electroshock won't cure. ;)

Okay, so let's see - How many people would like Mac to kick Renee's sorry six? How many just want her to die? And how many want Mac to kick her six and THEN have REnee die? Not that I am going to write it in, but I might be persuaded to. ;)