Divine Intervention

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What I think it is going to take to get Mac and Harm together. What might happen after Christmas Eve.

Chapter 2

Mac's Apartment

0800 ZULU (0300 EST)

Mac was suddenly awakened by a terrible feeling. She couldn't quite understand what it was. She hadn't been dreaming, she just suddenly felt terribly alone and afraid. Suddenly Harm's face flashed in her mind's eye. 'Where did that come from?' Her internal clock told her immediately how late it was. 'He didn't come.' Again, an image of Harm's face flashed through her mind. 'There it is again.' She didn't know how she knew it but she knew he was in trouble.

She quickly got up from the couch she had fallen asleep on and made her way to the phone. She let it ring until the answering machine picked up. She left a brief, but urgent message.

"Harm, its Mac. Call me as soon as you get this message. It is REALLY important."

Hanging up she knew he wasn't going to get that message.

She quickly tried his cell phone. Again, she just got his voice mailbox.

Her 'special abilities' were on full alert. 'Harm needs my help, now.'

She decided to risk waking up the kids and dialed Bud and Harriet's number. Bud picked up the phone after the first ring. "Hello," he whispered into the phone.

Mac responded in a whisper also, "Bud this is Mac, I'm sorry to bother you so late, but do you have any idea where Harm could be?"

"No Ma'am, I don't. He was on a special assignment, that is all I know," responded a concerned Bud. "Is there some reason we should be worried?"

"I don't know Bud. I just have a bad feeling about him. Do you know if he went to Norfolk for the General this afternoon?" she asked.

"No Ma'am, he didn't say anything to me about a trip there. Maybe the General could help.

Mac knew she couldn't go to the General with her 'feelings.' He would need something a little more concrete. "That's okay Bud. I'll just keep trying to reach him on his cell phone. Thanks anyway. Sorry to bother you, but if you hear from Harm, please call me."

"I will Ma'am. Can you do the same for me? It doesn't look like Jimmy will be ready to go back to sleep for awhile anyway."

"Okay Bud." She hung up the phone feeling a twinge of jealousy. Oh, how she wished a sleepless child was the reason she was awake at this hour.

Mac's Apartment

1000 ZULU (0500 EST)

She had called his cell phone ten times, but he had not answered. She had felt him calling her almost as many times. That was the only way she could describe it. Suddenly she knew what she had to do.

She went into her room and sat on her bed. Leaving the lights off and closing her eyes, she focused on Harm. Letting his face fill her thoughts, his dark hair, his deep ocean colored eyes, his cocky flyboy grin.

'There he is.' In her mind she could see him. He was sitting in a chair in a dark room. Something was definitely wrong. His hands seemed to be tied behind his back and his head was leaned forward resting on his chest. She could just make out enough of his features to know that it was Harm.

Trying to enlarge her view of his surroundings, she took in the rest of the room. Not much to go on there. A single swinging light bulb hung from the ceiling, casting strange shadows all over the room. 'It must be a basement because there are no windows,' deduced Mac. The only other item in the small room was a cot resting against the wall opposite the door.

Suddenly, the door opened and a thin man quickly entered the barren room. As he came closer to the light, and Harm, she could make out some of his features. Their seemed to be something familiar about him, maybe his eyes, but she couldn't remember where she had seen that look before. The strange man walked straight to Harm, grabbing his hair to raise his head. When Harm didn't respond, the man began slapping him about the face.

Mac couldn't take anymore of this. She opened her eyes and the vision was gone. Now she knew Harm was in real trouble and she was the only one that could help him. He had never given up on her and she wasn't about to give up on him. She couldn't let anything happen to him now. Not when they were so close to getting it right.

Lying on her bed, she noticed that she was drenched in sweat and her head was throbbing. "This psychic stuff really is harder than I thought," she said to herself as she rolled off the bed and headed to the shower. Her internal clock told her that it was 0600. She had been 'focusing' on Harm for almost an hour. She would have to hurry to make it to work in time to talk to Coates. Maybe she would have some information on what Harm had been up to.

JAG HQ

1200 ZULU (0700EST)

Mac had made the trip to the office in record time. She knew that since Cresswell had been named JAG, Coates had been coming into the office early. Sure enough there she was at her desk. Crossing the bullpen quickly, Mac walked straight to Jen's desk. The smile on Jen's face quickly changed to a look of concern when she saw Mac's expression.

"Colonel, is something wrong?"

Mac took a deep breath before asking, "Coates, have you heard anything from Commander Rabb?"

"No Ma'am. I haven't talked to him since yesterday. I put a call through to his office about 1300. Then a few minutes later he asked to see the General. He was in there a long time and when he came out he said he had to go take care of something and would be out of the office the rest of the day." The expression on Mac's face was beginning to scare Jen. "Ma'am, do you think something has happened to the Commander?"

Trying to sound reassuring, Mac said "I don't know Jen. Did you make travel plans for the Commander to go to Norfolk?"

"No Ma'am, as far as I know he wasn't planning to leave town," explained Jen.

"Can you remember who called the Commander yesterday?"

"Yes Ma'am, it was Mr. Kershaw."

Shock showed on Mac's face. "Deputy Director of the CIA, Kershaw?"

"Yes Ma'am. He has been calling Commander Rabb a lot this past week."

That was the last straw. Now Mac knew she had to do something. 'The Agency' had kept them apart before, not to mention almost gotten them both killed on several occasions. She was not going to let them get away with it this time.

Mac was heading back to her office when she realized Coates had no idea what was going on. Turning back she said, "Thank you Coates."

Jen responded, "Your welcome, Colonel. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"You have already been a big help, Jen," and with that Mac entered her office, closed the door and pulled the blinds.

She placed the call to the Deputy Director. He wasn't in yet, but his secretary assured her that she would give him her message as soon as he arrived. Luckily, she didn't have to appear in court today and she had finished all of her briefs the night before, while she had been waiting on Harm. Harm. She hadn't 'felt' him calling to her for a long time. In her mind she knew she couldn't think the worst. If he had been killed…no, I would feel it if he wasn't there. She just couldn't imagine what she would do if anything did happen to him.

Deciding to put her time to its best use, she tried to focus on Harm again. Sure enough there he was in her mind. 'This is getting easier,' she thought. He was still strapped to the chair, but this time his head was leaning back. The effects of his beating were very evident on his face. 'No, I can't look at that. I need to see something that will help me find the building he is being held in.' She managed to manipulate her vision so that she was at the door to the room. Then she was on the other side of the door looking at a narrow stairway leading up. Forcing herself to focus, she made her way up the stairs and out the front door. She could see the building itself now, it appeared to be a small warehouse, not unlike the one that Harm had made his apartment in. Trying to absorb every detail that she could, she searched her vision for something to tell her where this building was located. 'If I could just find a street sign or a landmark.' There wasa signat the corner. She began to make her way toward it when she was startled out of her vision by Jen's voice on the intercom.

"Colonel, Mr. Kershaw in on line two."

Trying to compose herself, Mac stuttered into the intercom, "Thanks Coates." Thinking to herself, 'Now we're getting somewhere. If the CIA thinks they can keep me in the dark this time, they are so wrong. Not when Harm is involved."