Chapter 2: The Arrival

Disclaimer: All characters from the television show JAG and the show itself are the property of CBS and Donald P. Belisario. The characters Ron Allen, Matthew and Samantha Rabb, story, and storyline contained herein is the intellectual property of J.S. Levin copyright June 1, 2004 and may not be reproduced in whole or in part without the author's consent. Inquiries may be directed to the email address contained in the author's profile.

Spoilers: Through Season 10

A/N: Thanks for all of the great reviews. A special shout out to both Abigaile who gave me my first review ever, and to Kbugd for volunteering her time to beta read for me. I hadn't realized just how fulfilling receiving the e-mailed review messages are, but thanks to everyone who reviewed, your reviews definitely do make my day.

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JAG Headquarters
Falls Church, Virginia
1304 Zulu (0804 local time)

The gold Lexus pulled into the reserved space for the JAG, and Harm and Mac stepped out of the car.

Harm turned in her direction, "Mac, how am I going to do this? JAG has been my home for over twenty seven years." Of course, there had been other overseas assignments in the interim, but JAG HQ was where he had spent the largest portion of his career in the Navy. He looked at her with doubt in his blue eyes.

"The same way you did when you returned to flight status," she responded coolly, "don't think about it, just do it." He looked like he was about to cry, but instead he nodded, and walked up the outer steps of the red brick building, returning the salute the Marine guards gave him, the first time in a while that he had taken the time to do that.

They reached the elevator bank without saying a word. When the doors finally opened, Mac and Harm entered, a bunch of junior officers waited outside, refusing to enter the elevator in fear of messing something up in the presence of not just one, but two flag officers. Harm pressed the button for the office level of JAG, while Mac hit the button for the judiciary level. The doors closed and the elevator began to rise. As the elevator's computerized voice said, "judiciary level," Harm leaned in to kiss Mac off for the day.

FLASHBACK

"Do you, Captain Harmon Rabb, Jr., take this woman, Sarah MacKenzie to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Reverend Turner asked Harm.

"I do," Harm answered as he looked into Mac's soft chocolate eyes.

"And do you, Colonel Sarah MacKenzie, take this man, Harmon Rabb, Jr. to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Reverend Turner asked Sarah.

"Definitely," she answered, almost at a whisper as tears welled up in her eyes.

Reverend Turner continued, a large smile on his face, "Then by the powers vested in me by the State of Virginia and the United States Navy, I now pronounce you man and wife. Captain, you may kiss your bride."

Their wedding kiss was slow and passionate, one that demonstrated their marriage was meant to be.

END FLASHBACK

Their kiss ended as both pulled away slowly, neither one really wanting it to end.

"G-d, Flyboy, you haven't made me feel like that in years. Thanks," Mac said as she ran her hands down his chest, over his multiple rows of ribbons, and slowly backed out of the elevator.

"Anytime, Ninja Girl," he answered quietly.

She turned away from him, but then turned back to face him long enough to shout into the elevator, "Oh, and Harm, don't forget to move everything out of your office by the end of the day. I'm moving in tomorrow." A stunned look appeared on Harm's face, his jaw hanging agape. Just as he was about to respond, however, the elevator doors slammed shut. She turned around again, a smile spread across her face. Round one: Mac! she thought.

"Morning, ma'am," Captain Bud Roberts said, as he met up with her in the hallway leading to her office. He was holding some files, looking down at them, unconsciously following her.

"Morning, Bud," she replied. "What time do you have to be in court this morning?" They reached her office, and she just nodded at the Master Chief Petty Officer who was holding open the door.

"I have things set so we reconvene at 1000 hours. Why ma'am?" he asked looking up from a file as he entered the office.

"I'd like to talk with everyone involved in tonight's dining out over lunch, to make sure everything is set, just in general make sure no one blabs to Harm."

"Aye, aye, ma'am. I'll pass that along as quietly as possible, and try to end court as close to noon as I can," Bud said, snapping to attention. He then walked out of the office leaving her to her paperwork.

XXX

"Good morning, Harm," Sturgis Turner said to him as he entered the break room. Harm took the pot of coffee and grabbed his JAG mug, filling it to the brim with piping hot coffee.

"Morning, Sturgis. Oh, since I don't think I've said this yet, congrats on the second star buddy," Harm told him, raising his mug of coffee in the air in salute.

"Well, it's not official until tomorrow at noon. Until then I'm just a lowly single star," he laughed. "Besides, they had to give me something in order to keep me here as XO under Mac," Sturgis said with a smile on his face as he filled his mug with hot water.

Harm nodded and spoke softly, "Under my wife? You're going to need more than just another star, buddy."

"I know," Sturgis chuckled as Harm took a sip of the brew.

"Damn!" he shouted loudly, nearly choking and spewing the coffee out. "This coffee is worse than battery acid. I'm surprised this stuff hasn't eaten through the pot. You know, Sturg, I never thought I'd say this, but I miss the way Tiner and Coates used to make the coffee."

"That's why I switched to tea," Sturgis responded, dunking a tea bag into his mug as he walked out of the break room.

TBC. . .