AN – I decided to try to add in a little more substance that would kinda be like the show – we will see how this works. (Even though this season we aren't seeing much H/M interaction) Still AU though. Tell me what you think.

Chapter Forty Two

0800

Aboard the Patrick Henry

Friday

Harm walked into the JAG office to find Mac asleep at her desk. They had spent most of the time yesterday going over the evidence that had been presented to them. Today they were planning on interviewing their only witness, Lt. Commander Emily Graves. He heard her whispering in her sleep begging her dad to stop.

"Dad, please don't I swear I will be good!" she cried in a hushed whisper. Harm walked over to her and brushed a strand of hair out of her face.

"Colonel, wake up, time for breakfast." He told her.

She woke up, her brown eyes were seeking his blue eyes. Mackenzie had his eyes and his smile she thought groggily. Everything else was all her. "Harm?"

"You fell asleep at your desk, you were having a nightmare."

"Really?"

"Want to talk about it?"

If there was one thing that Mac learned with Dr. McCool it was to talk a little more, so she volunteered a bit of information. "I got this creepy feeling that someone was watching me last night, but I ignored it and continued working on the case. I must have just fallen asleep while trying to piece some things together." Harm raised his eyebrows. "I guess you were talking about the nightmare. I had a dream about my fifth birthday, nothing big."

"Okay," he said still feeling that there was something quite not right.

They had breakfast together in the mess hall. "What's wrong Harm?"

"Oh nothing, I got a call from Sergei, Mattie is learning Russian, she may hold a conversation with you when we get back." He said deflecting the topic that he was worried about her.

"How's Mackenzie?"

"She is a little sick. Jen and Sergei are giving her baby Tylenol, and making an appointment for her."

"Harm, she has had a cough for weeks. Our baby is sick."

"But she is there with her Uncle Sergei and Jen. Look, she is in the best hands possible. Let's just wrap this case up and get home for in time for her appointment."

"Okay, Harm, I agree, I have to get my head on. I have been staring at this case forever, and there seems to be something eerily familiar about Commander Graves."

"How do you mean?"

"Just kinda like I knew her in another life."

They had an appointment to meet Lt. Commander Emily Graves at 0900. Harm sat there looking at the picture of Emily Graves. She had a striking resemblance to Mac. Both olive skin tones, wavy brown hair that fell to the shoulders, and they were around the same height. She was still working on her quals.

"Mac, I have a bad feeling, I want you off the case. Please, don't argue with me. You two have a resemblance to each other."

"Harm, I wouldn't worry about it. I haven't been on board long, and nothing has happened. And yeah, we may look alike." She looked at the pictures.

"Mac, you felt like there was someone watching you last night, and then I walked in her and found you having a nightmare!"

"I knew you would over-react. I have suppressed a lot of memories, and some come back in the forms of dreams. That is what I was dreaming about. My fifth birthday wasn't the best. My dad got drunk and threw the cake everywhere. My mom got a nice backhand for getting me a puppy."

"Baby doll," he said quietly, "I am going to make sure all your birthday's now are great birthdays. I will never do that to you or our children."

"Harm, I know. Your hands are not capable of hurting. I love you for that."


They finished their breakfast and headed down to the offices to begin working on the case. They were sitting in the JAG office when Emily Graves came barging in.

"I demand something be done now! I can't live like this, and it might begin to affect my ability to work!"

"Stand down Lt. Commander Graves." Mac ordered.

"Okay Graves, what has you worked up?" Harm asked.

"I was suiting up when I found another note attached to my flight suite."

They placed the note in a ziplock bag and looked at the note.

Emily,
I dream of having you every night. I want
to screw you and make you scream my name.
I can make you squeal.. You and the
pretty new lawyer. See you in my dreams.

Harm looked at the note. 'Sarah, you are going to be on the next transport."

"Sarah Mackenzie?" Emily asked.

"Lt. Colonel Sarah Mackenzie." Sarah said.

"Sarah Mackenzie as in Joe and Deanne Mackenzie."

"Yes." Mac said suspiciously.

"I'm your cousin. Emily O'Hara. I haven't seen you since your fifth birthday party."

"Wow. I'm sorry Emily I have blocked out most of my childhood."

"It's okay Sarah. I know you didn't have it all that great. I used to beg my parents for you to come stay with us."

"So tell me what has been going on with your life?"

"I got married when I was 21 to a wonderful man. He was killed in the September 11 attacks in NYC. I decided to take a leave of abscence to mourn his loss, and then I had to take maternity leave to give birth toour child, and I just got finished with schooling."

"Emily, I am so sorry."

"Sarah, I knew you didn't have life any easier. I saw you on television, the trials. I just didn't put two and two together."

"No I didn't have an easy life, but now that we have found each other, we will continue keeping in touch. Now let me catch the bastard that is doing this to you."

Emily turned to Harm, "You must be Commander Harmon Rabb. I have seen you fly. Wonderful work."

"Thank you, but I am a better lawyer."

"I know, thank you for putting those traitor behind bars."

"It was my job. And I am going to make sure that we catch this person."

"Okay. I have to finish my quals."

"Commander, we will be in touch."

Harm looked at Sarah. "He is going to be coming after you now. Sarah, please, I don't want to leave our children motherless."

"I don't want to leave our children fatherless. I am good at watching your six, and you are good at watching mine. Together, like the team we once were we are going to bring down this person."

Harm and Sarah racked their brains trying to see if the evidence could lead them anywhere. Each time it was a different medium: typed notes, email, photos of Emily on liberty. No finger prints, no forensics to go on.

Mac's laptop popped up with a new email message.

I am watching you.

Harm saw her tense up and read the message before she had a chance to close it. "Damn it. Mac, I refuse to leave you alone on this ship. It will give me a chance to see who watches you. Let's find out who has access to you cousin's area."

They piled up a short list of people who it could be: RIOs, pilots, or maintenance people. Harm looked down the list of suspects and cross referenced it with people who had liberty the same day that had Emily had liberty, which left them with a list of 8 people: 2 RIOs, 4 pilots, and 2 maintenance people. They called Emily into the office.

"Commander Graves, do you know Derrick Waters, Gavin Telpo, Harry Iverson, Stanly Albermarle, Kyle Jeffers, Lucas Abrams, Dwanye Houseman, and Tyrone Little?"

"Houseman and Little work on the aircrafts, Kyle "Nails" Jeffers is my pilot sometimes, I would trust him with my life. We grew up together throughout high school in Chicago. Lucas Abrams normally is another guy I am normally paired with, right now we are doing quals together. Stanly and Harry are also pilots in a different squadron, and Derrick and Gavin, we went to RIO school together. Good guys."

"Thank you Emily."

They all went to officer's dining hall together to grab a bite to eat. Harm wasn't feeling all that hungry so he grabbed a diet coke and a banana. They sat together. The captain stopped by.

"Commander Graves, you bear a resemblance to Colonel Mackenzie."

"She is my cousin sir."

"I didn't know that."

"Neither did I. I haven't seen her since I was five. It won't affect my objectivity on the case though sir."

They brought the captain up to speed on the progress of the investigation. They set up times to meet with each of the suspects, and even met with some of Emily's friends to find out if she was stable. She did have a hard time after her husband's death, but it was to be understandable.

About an hour after dinner, and setting up meetings with all the people, Harm and Mac decided to call it quits for the night. They went up to vulture row to watch the stars and the planes take off and land. Up there they could also talk openly about the case.

"I don't know what to think Harm. I have no clue who could be doing this. I just want to catch him. I don't want my nephew to grow up an orphan. Being stalked is a scary thing Harm. It takes away your independence."

"Honey I know. Don't think about Coster."

"I won't." He drew her into his arms and kept her close. "I refuse to let anything happen to you." Unbeknownst to them, a someone was watching them below.

TBC