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.

Thanks for all the encouraging reviews. They are keeping me writing. I now know where this story is going, but I am finding itdifficult to get there. Please be patient.

Chapter 4

The Warehouse

The next sound he heard was barely a whisper. It was her voice.

"Harm, are you okay?"

'Mac,' thought Harm. 'Is she crying?'

"Harm, I need you to be okay,"

He could hear the tears behind the words. 'Something is wrong.'

"Please, Harm, I…need…you."

'Her voice sounds weaker with every word,' thought Harm

Shaking his head to try and clear it, Harm tried to sit up but something was holding him down. Looking over he saw that it was the body of the man that had tried to kill him.

The blood on the side of the man's head told Harm he wasn't going to hurt anyone anymore. Then he remembered the gunshots before he had blacked out.

Harm was brought out of his thoughts by a gurgling sound. Crying and coughing, Mac managed to whisper, "You…said…you…would…always…be…there. Please Harm."

Clearing his throat, Harm managed a force his words out, "I'm here Mac."

There was no response.

Pulling himself from under the dead man's body Harm fell off the cot and landed on the floor with a loud thud. Looking up, Harm found himself staring into the barrel of Mac's service weapon, her finger still on the trigger. Bringing himself up on all fours, Harm moved out of the line of fire before carefully removing the gun from her still hand.

The sirens were coming closer all the time, they were almost here. 'Please hurry,' he thought.

She had saved him. His marine had saved his life again. He gently rolled her over and looked at her lovely face, "Oh Mac." Checking for a pulse he was relieved to find it. It was very faint and she was so pale, he couldn't be sure if she was even breathing. Taking his gaze away from her face, he soon found the bullet wound on her right side. Being unable to find anything else, he placed his hand over the wound, trying to stop the bleeding, but the dark stain on her blouse was continuing to grow.

Harm carefully wiped the bright red blood from the corner of her mouth before he placed a tender kiss on her lips. "Mac, hang on. Help is coming," the desperation was very evident in his voice. Tears were forming in Harm's eyes, 'I can't lose her now. I was supposed to be protecting her.'

Gathering her into his arms he held her so that her ear was against his lips. He whispered insistently, "Come on Marine fight it. A real Marine wouldn't give up. I need you too much, dammit. I love you! Please don't leave me, too." He was rocking her in his arms now, trying to will her to live.

Looking up to the heavens, Harm called on the one person he thought could help, "Please Dad, do whatever you can to save her. I couldn't stand to lose you both."

Harm heard voices and footsteps upstairs now. He yelled out to them that they were downstairs and that they needed an ambulance.

Webb was the first one to enter the room. The shock of what he saw was almost too much for him. Sitting on the floor, quietly sobbing was the best friend Webb had ever had, and in his arms was the almost lifeless body of the one woman that had ever really meant anything to him…his Sarah.

Stepping back out of the door, as much to regain control as anything, Webb screamed orders up the stairs for the paramedics to get down to the basement, now! Knowing what he had to do. Webb took a deep breath and returned to his friends. Somehow he convinced Rabb to let go of her so that the paramedics could do their job.

As Webb was leading a broken Rabb up the staircase, they met Sturgis. Sturgis helped to lead Harm to the waiting ambulance. Harm was beyond resisting at this point, he simply lay on the gurney softly sobbing, as the paramedics began to assess his injuries.

Sturgis assured Webb that he would stay with Harm and Mac for as long as it took, and that he would let Webb know if anything happened. Webb took one last look at 'his Sarah' as they rushed her to the waiting ambulance. She wasn't 'his' Sarah anymore. Maybe she really never was?

A single tear ran down Clayton Webb's cheek. 'Sometimes being a "spook" really sucks,' he thought as he went back into the building to search for any information that might help him protect national security.

Bethesda Medical Center

2000 ZULU (1500 EST)

Sturgis had been waiting outside of the ER trauma center for almost an hour. He had called the General and given him an update on the situation while enroute to the hospital. The General had assured him that he would inform the staff about the Commander and the Colonel's injuries. He had told Sturgis to remain at the hospital and to keep him informed if anything changed.

The nursing staff had already informed Sturgis that Harm's injuries, while numerous, were not severe. Multiple bruises and cuts, some of which required stitches, some cracked ribs, and a concussion would keep him here at least overnight. Luckily he had no broken bones or internal injuries. He was already in his own room and resting thanks to some pretty strong sedatives. Apparently the staff had a hard time keeping Harm under control, when they couldn't give him any information about Colonel Mackenzie.

Turner's heart went out to his old friend. He knew better than anyone what it was like to lose the woman you love, forever. Sturgis had said many prayers for Mac and Harm since his arrival at the hospital, and he would probably say many more before this ordeal was over.

A nurse came out of the emergency room door and walked towards Turner. Standing, Turner prepared himself for the worst.

"Are you Commander Turner?" she asked.

The expression on the nurse's face did nothing to calm Turner's fears, "Yes I am. Do you have any news on Colonel Mackenzie's condition?"

"Yes sir, I came to inform you that she is in surgery now."

"Can you tell me what her chances of recovery are?" Turner asked hopefully.

"No sir, I couldn't even speculate at this point. I'm sorry, sir."

"Thank you. I am going to go to Commander Rabb's room for a while, could you make sure that I am informed if there is any change in her condition."

"Yes sir. I will take care of it personally," the young nurse gave the commander a reassuring smile.

Bethesda Medical Center

Harm's Hospital Room

Sturgis had been sitting in Harm's room for what seemed like days. The sedative they had given him must have been pretty strong, because Harm had barely moved since Sturgis had arrived. Now however, Harm was beginning to rouse himself.

Everyone had come by to check on them. Bud and Harriet, Petty Officer Coates, even the General had come by. His visit was more like a debriefing than a visit.

Sturgis had explained the situation as best he could. "Mac had planned to help Harm escape before the authorities arrived."

"So she went in alone? She had no intel on the situation. How could she have known the building wasn't full of terrorists?" asked the General.

"Apparently, the Colonel had intel that no one else did, sir," Sturgis stated, trying not to divulge too much information about Mac's 'abilities'

Looking the Commander up and down, the General asked, "So, you're a believer in the Colonel's 'intuitions' as well."

'How does he know about that?' thought Sturgis. Stuttering Sturgis stated, "I was a skeptic myself, sir, until I saw them first hand. The Colonel and I worked on a case together that we would not have been able to solve if it weren't for her 'gifts', sir."

"So, these visions she has are not solely related to Commander Rabb," inquired the General.

"No sir," responded Sturgis. 'I wonder where he is going with this,' thought Sturgis. "She apparently had a vision of her 'little sister' some years back. The little girl was lost in the woods and Mac was able to go straight to her location. She probably saved the little girls life, sir."

"I wasn't aware that the Colonel had any siblings?" asked the General.

"No sir, the girl was in a mentoring program with Colonel Mackenzie. They had become very close, though.

"I see. Agent Webb mentioned an incident with Rabb, something about ejecting from an f-14, over the Atlantic in a storm."

"Yes sir, from what Lt. Commander Roberts has told me, she was able to give them the exact coordinates they needed to find Commander Rabb."

The General sighed, "So this is the second time Colonel Mackenzie has saved Commander Rabb's life?"

Relaxing a bit Sturgis continued, "Sir, from what I've heard of their previous cases I would say they have saved each other several times." Thinking to himself, 'of course they have probably hurt each other more often.'

The General had seemed satisfied with Turner's responses. He had asked if Turner planned to stay at the hospital all night and when Turner replied in the affirmative, the General had thanked him and told him to keep the office informed.

So, here he sat watching his friend sleep. Wondering if he should have kept that promise he made to Mac so long ago. 'If I had said something to Harm, about her little slip of the tongue, would it have made any difference? Yeah, Mac would have killed me.'

Sturgis just couldn't understand these two. They were intelligent, successful and otherwise fearless people. They obviously loved each other very much. Why couldn't they ever work things out?

'You're a good one to ask that question. You had your chance with the woman you loved, but you let her get away from you.' Quietly Sturgis said a prayer asking that his friends be given the chance to get it right. The chance he had never gotten.

Lost in his own thoughts, Sturgis barely noticed that Harm was getting more restless with each passing moment. Suddenly Harm screamed, "Mac!" and sat straight up in the bed clutching his chest.

Immediately Sturgis went to his friend and tried to calm him. The look on Harm's face told him that it wasn't going to be an easy job.

"It's okay Buddy, it's going to be alright," lied Sturgis. "You need to get your rest, though."

"No. It's not alright. Something is wrong, Sturgis. I can 'feel' it," demanded Harm.

"It was just a dream Harm. They have you on some pretty strong narcotics," explained Sturgis.

Harm had suddenly 'felt' a sudden tightening in his chest that took his breath away. At the same time he had seen Mac walking away from him. She was crying and waving goodbye to him. He knew it was no dream.

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I was tired of Harm ALWAYS coming to Mac's rescue. I decided that it was her turn. She IS a Marine. He has been so patient with her, almost like he pities her. If she showed him that she is still strong inside and out, and that she iswilling to give it all up for him, he might start to see her the way he used to.

Please R & R. All comments appreciated.