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 3

Mac's Office

1300 ZULU (0800EST)

After talking with Director Kershaw, Mac sat at her desk in shock. She couldn't believe what he had told her. Sadik had a younger brother. A vengeful younger brother that had sworn to kill anyone associated with Sadik's murder. Now it all made sense.

Harm's connections at the CIA had kept him 'in the loop.' They had 'asked for his help' in the matter but unfortunately they had lost contact with him.

He had been trying to protect her, again. After all these years he still didn't have enough faith in her to include her. Now he was in mortal danger and it was all her fault. 'If I had handled the Sadik incident like a real marine, maybe Harm wouldn't be in trouble now.'

She had to do something, and quickly. While she was trying to think of a way to convince the General to let her go after Harm she was once again interrupted by Jen's voice.

"Colonel Mackenzie, the General would like to see you in his office, ASAP."

Mac quickly responded, "Thank you Coates."

She quickly made her way to the General's office preparing to argue her case. When she thought she had a plan that would work she knocked on his door.

"Enter," came the General's voice.

Mac took a deep breath and stepped into what she thought was the lion's den.

General Cresswell' Office

Standing at attention in front of the General's desk reminded her of being sent to the principal's office. She couldn't read the expression on the General's face, but then she never could.

The General addressed her without giving her the at-ease command.

"Colonel Mackenzie, do you enjoy your job here at JAG?" the General asked.

"Yes sir," responded Mac.

"Then tell me why I just got a phone call from Deputy Director Kershaw, the second such call in two days, asking to 'borrow' one of my senior attorneys for some 'covert' mission," the anger showing ever so slightly in his voice. "If you and the Commander are bored here at JAG, I assure you that I can find enough work to keep you both busy."

"No Sir," began Mac. "I am not bored. I did not even know of Commander Rabb's involvement in this matter until just a few minutes ago, sir."

"Then tell me how you knew to call the Deputy Director, in the first place."

Feeling cornered Mac decided she had to do whatever it took to convince the General she was the best person for the job, even if she had to come clean about her 'abilities'. "General, permission to speak freely, sir?" asked Mac.

"Granted," this should be good, thought the General, but his face showed no emotion.

"Sir, the Commander and I have worked together for such a long time that we have developed a 'connection' of sorts, if you will, sir." Mac was still unsure about how much to tell the General, but she had already started now, "I have some unique abilities, Sir. This morning I…'felt' that the Commander was in trouble. After doing a little investigating I found out that my…'feeling' was right. I called the Deputy Director after finding out that he had called Harm yesterday. He confirmed that Commander Rabb was indeed in trouble and I offered my assistance. Of course, I informed him that he must gain your approval first, sir."

The General's face relaxed slightly, "I see, Colonel, I appreciate your remembering that I am your commanding officer." Realizing that the Colonel was still standing at attention, the General motioned for her to have a seat.

Relieved, Mac took the chair quickly. "Sir, I have previous experience with the Agency. I believe, that they were purposely trying to keep me out of the loop, and that they used Commander Rabb's loyalty to me, to do just that. I don't like it when the agency uses my friends in that manner, sir."

"Why would they want to keep you out of the loop? Especially if you had previous knowledge of the situation," asked the General. "Wouldn't that have been as asset in a case like this?"

"I honestly don't know sir. The last time I was involved the outcome wasn't exactly what 'The Agency' had been expecting, sir."

"I see," continued the General. "You are referring to the encounter you had with Sadik Fahd.?"

"Yes sir. They had wanted to be able to question him, but I…uh…"

"I'm familiar with what happened, Colonel." Taking a deep breath the General continued, "I am willing to allow you to assist the CIA, this time, and only this time. You must understand, Colonel, the only reason I am allowing this is because I believe we should take care of our own. I can't trust the CIA to place enough importance on Commander Rabb's safe return. I know, as a fellow Marine, you would not leave a man behind."

"No sir, I would not," replied Mac trying not to think about that circumstance coming up.

"By the way Colonel, apparently, your 'special abilities' are not quite as private as you think. A certain agent named Webb had already spoken to Kershaw about bringing you on board, due to your unique gifts." The General tried to read Mac's face as he said Webb's name. He knew that she and Rabb had a history with Agent Webb and, if the scuttlebutt could be believed she could have difficulty keeping her emotions in check.

Mac quickly recovered from the initial shock of hearing that Webb was somehow involved in this. 'No wonder Harm is in trouble,' she thought. Seeing the questioning look on the Generals face Mac decided to quell his concerns. "General, I am fully capable of handling this mission with the utmost professionalism."

Standing, the General took her at her word. "Very well, Colonel. Good luck. Dismissed."

Upon seeing the General stand, Mac also stood. Coming to attention she replied "Yes sir," and performing an about face she left the office. She went straight to her office and gathered her belongings before heading home to prepare for her new mission.

Mac's Apartment

1500 ZULU (1000 EST)

Mac had already changed her clothes and gathered some supplies for her mission. Inside a small backpack, she had placed some bottled water, a pocketknife, a first aid kit, and extra ammo clips for her service weapon. The weapon itself was firmly nestled in the back waistband of her jeans. She had not contacted Kershaw, to let him know that she had taken this assignment. If Webb was involved, she wanted to stay as far away from the official operation as possible.

"Why is Webb involved?" Her mind couldn't quite understand it all. If this was related to Sadik than why didn't Webb warn her instead of calling Harm? 'That's a silly question, Colonel, you didn't exactly end that one on speaking terms, did you?"

Moving to her couch, she sat down and once again she tried to focus on Harm. She hadn't 'felt' him for a while and she was trying to quiet the fear that kept creeping up inside her. Taking a few deep breaths and closing her eyes, she found herself inside the room again. There was Harm, he was sort of awake. The other man was there with him, questioning him.

Suddenly, the other man punched Harm in the stomach causing him to double over. When the other man saw this, he landed an uppercut to Harm's chin. Harm groaned in pain and his head lolled around his shoulders before coming to rest against his chest.

'Oh God, I have to hurry,' she thought.

The man was trying to intimidate Harm. He took out a 9mm automatic pistol and placed it against Harm's temple. He laughed as he pulled the trigger producing only a loud click, nothing else. Mac forced herself to continue watching this, because she knew it was the only way to find Harm.

Feeling satisfied that he had inflicted sufficient pain and terror, the other man turned to leave the small room. Mac gasped as she looked in the man's eyes. 'That look, that is the same look I saw in Sadik's eyes as he was taking me to the torture room in Paraguay, just after he killed the missionaries.' 'That son of a b….he enjoys his work as much as his brother.'

In her mind she followed the man up the narrow stairs. This floor was very open, no walls. 'This place must have been a warehouse of some kind.' The man continued up the next flight of stairs and down a long hallway, stopping at the last door on the right. 'This must have been the offices for the warehouse.' Mac watched as the man opened the door to the room. She saw that it wasn't much bigger than the one in the basement. The only furnishings she saw were a cot against the wall and a small television setting on a crate.

Turning her attention away from the man and his room, she noticed a window at the end of the hall. Maybe she could see a landmark or something to tell her where this building was. Looking out the window, she saw just what she had been hoping for. She knew exactly where this building was and now she was could rescue Harm. She only hoped she wasn't too late.

Outside the Warehouse

1800 ZULU (1300 EST)

Sitting in her car, across the street from the building she now recognized from her visions, Mac again focused on Harm. He was still in the chair, but he was moving. She could see him trying desperately to free his hands from the ropes. 'Good, he is still able to fight.' She turned her attention to the stairs and forced her vision to return to the room on the upper floor. The thin man was there. He was praying. She opened her eyes and got out of the car. I just hope these visions are in real time.

Just before crossing the street she pulled out her cell phone and called the General. She waited until his voice mail picked up. Leaving a cryptic message that she hoped he would understand she hung up. Turning to the only other person at the office with the proper clearance she called Sturgis' cell number. He answered on the second ring.

"Commander Turner."

"Sturgis, this is Mac. I need your help," she stated quickly.

"Is this about Harm?" he asked expectantly.

Surprised that he knew about it she continued anyway, "Yes. Sturgis I have found him. Inform the General for me ASAP. Call Kershaw at the CIA and tell him. Then give me five minutes to get Harm out before you call 911 and have them send everything they have to this location."

After copying down the address Sturgis replied, "I've got it Mac...and Mac, be careful."

"I will Sturgis. Thanks."

Crossing the street as quickly as possible, she gently pushed on the front door and surveyed her surroundings. Amazingly, even to her, it looked just as it did in her vision. She had never had to gamble so much on her accuracy before now. She just hoped her timing was as good as her vision.

Acting like the Marine that she was, she moved quickly down the stairs. Luckily she found the door and unlocked it. She peered inside to make sure Harm was the only one in the room. Satisfied that he was, she rushed to him and untied his arms, before moving around to face him. Taking his head in her hands she gently kissed his lips, trying to bring him back to her. "Harm, its Mac. I'm going to get you out of here. You've got to wake up and help me.

His eyes did not open but she saw the faintest hint of a grin come to his lips, "Mac? You've been here so many times today. Are you real this time?" he whispered.

That confused her, 'could he see me when I was focusing on him?' "Yes Harm, I am real and I am not going to let you get away from me again. You have got to help me though, because you're too big for me to carry," she joked as she began to untie the ropes around his legs.

He was just beginning to come fully awake as she was untying the last of the ropes. He looked down at her and was filled with awe at his Marine. He had been trying to protect her and now she was coming to his rescue. 'God, I love her so much.'

She looked up and their eyes met. Harm tried to say what was in his heart, but she placed a finger on his lips to stop him. "I know, me too," was all she said. They were jerked out of there moment by the clicking sound of an automatic pistol being cocked.

"Isn't this touching?" the other man sneered. "Thank you, Colonel. You have saved me the trouble of finding you. Now, I no longer need to keep the Commander alive, and can avenge the death of my brother, properly."

Mac looked into Harm's eyes one last time and mouthed the three words they had never really said to one another, before she swung into action.

Using her martial arts training, she spun around and lunged for the weapon. She managed to dislodge it from the terrorist's hands just as it fired. With all of her weight pushing her forward, she couldn't stop herself when the manside stepped herattack, and she landed against the wall with a thud.

Harm summoned all the strength he had left and attacked the man with a vengeance. Unfortunately, because of his abuse and the fact that he had been sitting in that chair for hours, his muscles couldn't respond the way he needed them to. The other man easily overpowered him and forced him over to the cot. Placing his hands on Harm's throat he began choking Harm.

Fighting with all the strength he could muster, Harm could hear sirens approaching and he was desperately trying to hang on until they arrived, but the darkness was beginning to overtake him.

The last sound Harm heard before the darkness engulfed him was that of a gunshot.

Thank you so much for the wonderful reviews. They encouraged me to add another chapter. I am having a little trouble with Chapter 4. So it might bea little while before I post again. Please be patient and PLEASE continue to review. I need all the help I can get.