Title: Deployment III: Missing Mac
Author: Anne Taul [annetaul@home.com]and
Rising Sun [jagrslc@yahoo.com]
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Rated: PG-13 (NC-17 available)
Classification: JAG Story/Adventure/Romance: Harm/Mac
Summary: Even during war military life must go on as a present day
event touches too close to home for Mac.
Disclaimer: JAG characters portrayed belong to JAG, CBS and
Paramount Television. No copyright infringement intended. All other
characters depicted are purely fictional and any similarities to actual
people are purely coincidental.
Authors' Notes: Deployment 1, 2 and 3 (version NC-17) are available
at http://www.jagundercovers.com/warning.htm and
http://pub10.ezboard.com/bbehindcloseddoors
Performing in this saga: Missy Elliott featuring Ludacris sings "One
Minute Man", Shakira sings "Whenever, Wherever" while No Doubt
sings "Hey Baby"
Feedback: Would be nice… so where is it?
Permission to Archive: Permission granted.
Story Written March 2002
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THURSDAY - 0918 LOCAL
MAC'S APARTMENT
Lt. Colonel Sarah Mackenzie was in bed and she felt great. She rolled
over and came face to face with the reason for her contentment. Still
sleeping next to her was the love of her life: Commander Harmon
Rabb Jr.
She took the moment to look at him, to REALLY look at him. She
committed his features to memory as if she were about to be
separated from him and she needed the image burned into her brain.
So focused was she that he awoke and she hadn't noticed.
"There'll be an exam later." He said, running an appreciative hand
over her bare hip.
She started, and then smiled. "Morning, Lover." She reached over
and kissed him. Their relationship was still fresh and exciting, so it
didn't take more than this to arouse his passion.
"A man can get used to this." He kissed her back.
"One would think that after six weeks you would be used to this. After
all you seem to wake over here more often than at your place." She
smiled and snuggled up to him.
He poked her "Aren't we late for work?"
She moved in closer. "Nice try, Flyboy, but **WE** have the morning
off. I get in at 1300 and you at 1330."
"I always wondered at that."
"What?" her muffled voice sounded as she had buried her face in his
chest.
"At our return times. I realize that we worked late on this case but why
the staggered return?" he wondered.
She raised her head to be heard clearly. "When I see AJ I'll ask him."
She replied sarcastically.
He suddenly rolled over onto her. "Ms Mackenzie have I told you
lately that I love you?"
"That's Lt. Colonel to you." She smiled "and now that you mention it.
No you have not."
"Then for the record Lt. Colonel – I love you." He kissed her and she
reciprocated.
"I love you, too, Harm. That's why this is always so wonderful for us."
She punctuated the moment. "Yeah, yeah, right there. Keep doing
that."
"Is that what I am to you, just a plaything?" he teased.
"I like to play with you." She laughed. Then she pulled herself up to
initiate a deep and meaningful kiss.
Once the kiss ended Mac said "Do you know how difficult it is to be
aloof around you at JAG?"
"Tell me about it." He agreed. "This need to keep the relationship quiet
is going to kill me yet." He sat up abruptly. "It's worse, though, when
we are on the same case whether apposing or not."
She remained lying down. "Like this case?"
"Have you EVER known me not to remain focused on a case?" he
accused.
She shook her head.
"Well I am having problems with this one and not because of the client
but because of co-counsel." He confessed.
"Commander, if you are having problems with your partner maybe I
should report you to the Chief of Staff?" she teased.
"Funny, Mac. But the problem is that I have no problem!" He wailed.
She chuckled. Her hands moved from behind him to caress the
muscles of his broad chest.
"You find this funny?"
"No! No! It's not that." She assured him "Can you imagine the
reactions of the bullpen not to mention the Admiral if they ever find
out?"
He smiled at the thought. "Bud will stutter through the whole thing,
Harriett will be overjoyed. She's a matchmaker at heart, it doesn't
matter whom. Sturgis will take on the **I told you so** look and the
Admiral will skin us."
"Well as they say in for a penny in for a pound."
"Meaning"
"Meaning that you told me that you love me. Now show me." She
explained.
"You're greedy you know that?" Harm pointed.
"Commander!" Mac used her best CO voice.
"Yes ma'am. Right away ma'am." He grinned and complied.
Being with her was always exciting. Even though they didn't have to
go until the afternoon, they still might be late for work.
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1400 LOCAL
JAG HQ
Mac stood from her seat in front of Harm's desk. "Is that the best
they're going to offer?" she complained.
"Apparently so." Harm replied.
"Let's go to trial, then." She concluded.
"Mac, our defense isn't ironclad. This is a man's life we're talking
about here. We have to present it to the Petty Officer and let him
decide."
"When he asks, how are you going to advise him?"
"To think about it carefully. Even the great Sarah Mackenzie can't
guarantee an acquittal on this one."
"I think our defense will hold up fine. Mattoni's not got much more than
circumstantial evidence."
"Mac, he's got an eyewitness."
"That witness isn't credible and you know it."
"Don't let your ego get in the way of protecting your client."
"My ego? That's like the pot calling the kettle…" She accused,
flippantly.
"God, you're sexy when you argue with me." He whispered.
"We can sneak out of here a little early today. We can go home and
have the most hellacious argument you ever saw."
"And Petty Officer Matthews?"
"No, I'd prefer to have you to myself."
He grinned. "Okay, you win. We'll advise the client that his best
chance is to go to trial."
Now, she smiled. She wanted to say something to redirect the
conversation back to their after hours plans, but was interrupted.
Srurgis Turner knocked then opened the door. "Is it safe to enter?" he
asked.
"Why wouldn't it be?" Harm queried.
"Well, you two have been kind of tense lately. I don't want to get
caught in your crossfire."
Mac swallowed hard and shot Harm a nervous glance. "Don't be
ridiculous. Come in, Sturgis." She addressed him.
"Actually, I can't stay. I just came to deliver a message."
Harm and Mac both looked at him, expectantly.
"The Admiral wants to see both of you in his office ASAP. That is, if
you can quit arguing long enough."
"Oh. This isn't an argument." Mac informed him. "Not yet."
"Thanks, Sturgis." Harm replied.
When he had left, Harm stood. "Let's see what he wants. Come with
me, Mac."
"That's what you always want, isn't it?"
He couldn't believe she had said that. He just stared at her with an
open mouth, as they moved toward the door.
+ + +
Admiral Chegwidden didn't look up from what he was reading when
they entered. After they had come to attention, he spoke, "You have
both investigated cases of sexual harassment before, haven't you?"
"Yes, Sir." They both answered.
"Good, then I won't have to remind you about the Navy's no tolerance
policy regarding this sensitive issue."
"Sir, has there been an allegation?" Harm ventured.
"Yes, Commander. An accusation came in from a female officer at the
Navy's temporary outpost in the Philippines. She's accused her C.O,
of improper and unwanted advances. "
"The Philippines? Admiral, wouldn't that be handled by our Pacific
office, rather than here in Washington?" Mac entered the
conversation.
"Normally, yes, Colonel. Now that we're at war, however, the
resources in some of our field offices are stretched pretty thin, so we
have to shift them around a little to keep things running smoothly."
"What do you want us to do, Admiral?" Harm came to the point."
"I want you to be thorough and discreet. We can't afford to let this
thing snowball in the press. Nor can we afford to not have it taken
care of quickly and fairly."
"How would you like us to proceed, Sir? Do you have any details?"
"Lieutenant Sheila Evers is currently serving as a procurement
coordinator at our Philippine outpost. She's got an outstanding service
record, and has been promoted on schedule. Her performance evals
have been very good. Tiner is gathering all of that information now for
you to review. While attending a training seminar in San Diego last
week, she told a superior officer that her C.O. had sexually harassed
her. Apparently her attempts to get it reported at her duty station had
not been successful. "
"Do you mean that somebody was covering it up?" Mac guessed.
"I don't know, Colonel, but I want to know. Is that clear?"
"Aye, Sir." She and Harm responded, automatically.
"What do we know about the C.O.?" Harm asked.
"Also an outstanding officer -- highly decorated. He's served in the
Middle East." AJ continued.
"Sir," Harm had to say it," maybe this Lt. Evers is just young and
overwhelmed by being in a combat zone. She could be overreacting."
AJ nodded.
"Yeah," Mac conceded, "or maybe she was sexually harassed."
Harm smiled at her, but had to continue with his point. "Mac, every
woman in the military is not being victimized by the system and her
officers."
"She returned his smile, halfheartedly, "But, some of them are. Who's
the commanding officer, Sir? We should find out more about him."
"Let's see." The Admiral referred back to his notes. A Colonel Tom
Lawson. Do you know him, Mac?"
Mac's blood went cold. Of course she did know him from their brief
encounter in Afghanistan and she knew that he was guilty as hell. He
has sexually harassed her, then. She had reported it, but hadn't
followed through on it. He had been transferred out, another officer
had come in, their camp had come under attack, Harm had wanted to
fall in love with her, Bud had been kidnapped; too much happened
that superceded that concern in Afghanistan. But now, he'd done it
again. She had another chance to stop him. If they had trouble finding
evidence, and her recollection was that he didn't leave much of a trail,
she might be a material witness who could help corroborate the
charges in court. For that reason, she silently decided to keep her
previous encounter with this Colonel Lawson to herself -- at least for
now.
Then she thought of Harm, the man that she loved so much -- far
more than she had ever imagined that she was capable of loving
anyone. He had never known about Lawson's advances toward her. If
he had, he'd have gone ballistic. Harm would want to go after him,
and it would blow their chances of catching him. They were only just
beginning to build a life together; she couldn't risk that, or Harm's
career. No, it was best all around if she just kept this to herself, for
now.
"I met him once, briefly, Sir." She told her C.O. " He was the officer I
relieved in Afghanistan, but I don't really know anything about him."
Well, it wasn't really a lie, she told herself. It was more like a strategic
omission. She was making a decision using her initiative designed to
put a particular battle plan into effect. At least that's what she told
herself.
"If their was an attempt to squash Lt. Ever reporting this, we don't
know who might have been involved. So, we have a cover for you --
just to make sure nobody interferes with your investigation."
"Cover, Sir?" Harm asked, cautiously.
"Yes. There have been some supplies missing in the procurement
office there. From that have come some unsubstantiated allegations
of misappropriation and smuggling. The base commander, General
Earl Arthurs has approved you to come and investigate this, because
it impacts the war effort. As far as everyone knows, that's why you're
there. Look into that, but keep your other assignment in focus, as well.
With the current world situation, we need a swift resolution to this.
Investigate the allegations, and, if necessary, charge Colonel Lawson
so that we can move on this."
"Aye, aye, Sir." They chorused.
"Tiner's making your travel arrangements. Be ready to leave at 1900."
They were dismissed and headed out the door. Harm followed her
back to her office and shut the door.
"What are you smiling at?" she challenged him.
"Just thinking how you're going to look on a tropical beach in a skimpy
bikini."
"Skimpy bikini? Beach? Harm, we're going to the Philippines to work,
not for a vacation."
"Maybe, we can make it a little bit of both." He replied, seductively.
"We're investigating sexual harassment, I shouldn't even pack a
bikini."
"Okay, lose the bikini. Better still." He eyes her, suggestively.
"You're hopeless!" she concluded, swatting him on the arm.
"No, I have lots of hope." As he said it, he pinched her rear end, and
then quickly drew his hand away.
When she didn't move, he leaned in to kiss her.
She pulled, abruptly away. "Not here." She admonished him.
Then, let's go home. The Admiral will give us the rest of the day to
pack; it's only a few hours until our flight."
"You're on." She announced, with a sly, come hither smile.
Their planning was interrupted by Tiner at the door. He gave them
their travel itinerary and the background information for their
investigation. "Oh, and Ma'am, Sir, the Admiral said to tell you that
you can go home to pack whenever you're ready. He's already
prepared Lt. Roberts to take over the Petty Officer Elswick case that
you have coming up."
"Thank you, Tiner." Harm acknowledged. "I think I will head out, then.
Do you need a ride, Mac?"
She looked at him strangely until she realized that Tiner was still in
the room. "No thanks Harm. I'll see you at Andrews to catch the
transport at 1900.
+ + +
LATER
HARM'S APARTMENT
NORTH OF UNION STATION
He opened the door to admit her, then, immediately enveloped her in
a huge embrace. Their kiss was passionate. They began to melt into
each other.
Mac's sensed were on total overload. When she could feel his body
reacting, she pulled sharply away.
"Sarah!" he pleaded, trying to kiss her neck.
"We have one hour and twenty two minutes before our transport
leaves Andrews. If we start this now, we'll never make it."
"But, I need to be with you." He argued.
"It's a long flight. We'll be together then." She said it, but she knew it
wasn't what she wanted right now, either.
"On a plane full of people?" he countered.
"Are you saying that our being together is no good if we're not having
sex?"
"Of course not!"
"Then get your cute little six out in the car."
He complied, but he reached to squeeze a generous breast on his
way by her.
Mac had to close her eyes and sigh heavily. How she craved this
man's touch!
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1300 LOCAL
US BASE, NEAR ZAMBOANGA
BASILAN ISLAND, PHILIPPINES
Harm and Mac arrived at the Base on Basilan Island, having been
shuttled in from the capital, Manila. The place was humming. They
were located in the south of the country with about six hundred and
fifty troops who were expected to take part in training and advising the
Philippine military in its fight against the extremist Abu Sayyaf Muslim
militants who were suspected of having links to Al Qaeda.
They disembarked and the wall of heat hit them. It had welcomed
them in Manila but being back on the pressurized plane their bodies
had readjusted. Now they faced the combined onslaught of heat and
humidity that came with being six degrees north of the equator.
They broke out into an instant sweat.
A Second Lieutenant approached them.
"Sir? Ma'am? I'm Lieutenant Matthew De Foe, your liaison. If you
come with me General Arthurs will meet with you now."
"Lead on." Harm acknowledged.
They crossed the compound and entered the office of Brigadier
General Earl Arthurs. They snapped to attention. "Sir, Lt. Colonel
Sarah Mackenzie and Commander Rabb reporting!" Mac reported.
"At ease." The General instructed, as he leaned back in his chair. He
surveyed Mac "You the senior of the two?"
"I am." Mac was surprised at the question.
The General snorted and leaned forward. "The Department of Justice
has prosecutors in London, Paris, Rome, Bogota and Mexico City, but
has none in Asia. That being the case, you are the only legal recourse
I have for a thousand miles." He looked at Harm. "Get the picture?"
"Yes sir." Harm replied, and he didn't necessarily refer to the legal
situation.
"I am told that there are accusations of some smuggling of illegal
arms, drugs and other contraband through the supply procurement
area used for getting supplies for the ships, which dock here." He was
still looking at Harm.
Mac replied, "That is our understanding, Sir."
"Do what you have to do." He instructed. "Dismissed."
"Aye sir!" They snapped to and turned to leave.
"Colonel." Arthurs called. Harm hung back. "Not you, Commander."
Harm stepped out of the office but didn't leave.
"Sir?" Mac returned to face the General.
"I assume those oaks you wear are deserved and not obtained by
other means." He said.
"If you wish, Sir, you may assess my file." She offered.
"Not necessary. I am the ranking officer here and YOU WILL show me
your metal eventually and you will either prove or return ASAP to
JAG. Are we clear?"
"Understood, Sir." She replied.
"Dismissed."
"Aye, Sir"
+ + +
As she stepped out of the office Harm pounced. "What was that
about?"
"The rules of engagement." She said and walked away.
Harm watched her retreating form in wonder. This woman he had
fallen in love with never ceased to amaze him.
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1435 LOCAL
INVESTIGATION ROOM
The duo was assigned a room to work out of and they were soon
deep into the investigation. Keeping to the cover story of the
smuggling they probed for information on Colonel Tom Lawson.
They finally got to Lt. Shelia Evers.
The interview hadn't got far when the Lieutenant changed the topic.
"Sir, Ma'am, with all due respect, I thought you were here on the
sexual harassment charge."
Mac put her pen down. "Enlighten us, Lieutenant."
The woman took a deep breath. "I work in the supply procurement
area with Colonel Lawson: he's my CO. Last month while on duty, the
Colonel groped me as a prelude to propositioning me."
"This is a serious accusation, Lieutenant." Harm said.
"I know, Sir."
"You said as a prelude to propositioning you. Did he say anything?"
Mac asked.
"Yes, Ma'am, he said that ***"Out here in the middle of nowhere
where the enemy is crawling up our asses, we all have to take care of
each other. I think you and I could help each other a lot.*** I tried to
make him understand that this was not appropriate behavior, but he
took it as a joke and informed me that he regarded my resistance as
foreplay."
Mac went cold. The recollection could have been a replay of her
encounter with the man.
"You seem to remember in a very detailed manner." Harm challenged.
"Photographic memory, Sir." She explained. "Besides, a woman
doesn't easily forget being blatantly intimidated and disrespected like
that."
Mac took control of herself. She tried to speak but her voice cracked.
She coughed to clear it then asked "Why didn't you report it before
now?"
"I did, Ma'am! To General Arthurs! When I realized that nothing would
happen, I contacted my Congresswoman. Have you met the General,
Ma'am?"
Mac nodded. She knew what Evers was hinting at.
"The General is not …" Evers groped for a word that would not get her
court-martialed "… is not..."
Mac took pity on her. "It's ok, Lieutenant, we know."
The woman sighed in relief. "So you'll investigate?"
"Well we are not here for that." Harm lied "But we'll see what we can
do."
The reply didn't go too well with Lieutenant Sheila Evers but it was
more than she had when she had first walked in. "Thank you."
"Dismissed." Mac said.
"Aye!"
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1906 LOCAL
OUTSIDE MAC'S QUARTER'S
After five hours of interviews all Mac wanted to do was hit the sack.
She left Harm finishing up the notes and headed for her quarters.
After a shower and a few hours sleep, she figured she'd feel human
again, so she arranged to meet him for dinner.
"Well! Well! Well! What have we here?"
Mac heard the familiar voice of Colonel Tom Lawson. Even after all
this time, she'd know it anywhere. Lt Evers had been right, a woman
doesn't forget that sort of experience easily. She turned to face him.
"Evening Colonel."
"Is that the best you can do?" he leered. He couldn't help himself it
was automatic.
"May I help you sir?" she replied.
"Well, when you put it that way." He said.
"Did you have something in mind sir?" she tried to remain calm.
[Surely he isn't going to blatantly proposition me?] She thought.
"Oh, yes." He assured her. "But it can wait." He changed tactic
"Welcome to the Philippines, where the war front has moved to and
the locals don't want us."
"Something I should know, Sir?" Mac was all formality.
"Eventually." He leaned on a nearby post. "I hear an investigation
brings you here to my neck of the woods?"
She fed him the party line.
"Mmmm. Interesting. When you have some free time I'd like for us to
socialize a bit. We didn't have much time last time." He offered.
"If memory serves, Sir, the last time I had to defend myself quite
firmly." They obviously had different interpretations of the incident.
"You're a beautiful woman and I lost my head. I assure you that that is
not who I am. I wish to apologize and make amends. Although
nothing happened." He replied. "Give me the benefit of the doubt and
you'll see you'll owe me an apology, Colonel, for your suspicions."
Lawson told her.
"If I find that I was wrong, I'll give you one." Mac promised. "If I find
that I am right, I'll give you something entirely different. Am I clear?"
"Crystal" He grinned her. "Night, Colonel." He sauntered off.
Mac turned and continued to her quarters.
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1035 LOCAL
INVESTIGATION ROOM
"I still don't see why we can't just come out and say we are
investigating Lawson." Mac grumbled.
Harm sighed. Mac, the marine, at times was too much for this Navy
boy to handle. "Mac, the man's a senior officer with a lot to lose, he
might try to interfere with the investigation. Not to mention that he
might try to cover things up or intimidate the victim -- or victims. I can't
believe that is happened only to Lt. Evers. There has to be more.
Also, he may try to coerce potential witnesses."
Mac remained silent but Harm knew her. "Mac? What's wrong?"
"Nothing." She replied innocently.
His eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"Nothing." She repeated. She looked at the witness list. "We'd better
continue with the interviews."
He shook a finger at her. "You're up to something."
She gave him an exasperated look.
"All right, all right." He teased "… I'll find out sooner or later. Who's
next?"
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2020 LOCAL
INVESTIGATION ROOM
It had been a long day and Mac was tired. Harm had gone off
somewhere. She had no idea where. She stretched out and idly
compared the conditions in the Philippines to that of Afghanistan. Her
thoughts were interrupted…
Second Lieutenant De Foe walked in. "Evening, Ma'am, have you
seen Commander Rabb?"
"Nope." She replied. He looked putout. "There a problem,
Lieutenant?"
"I don't know, Ma'am. The General asked for the Commander." He
replied.
"Maybe I can help." She volunteered.
"I don't know, Ma'am. The General asked for the Commander." He
repeated.
She signed. "Well, he's not here and all you've got is me."
"I don't know, Ma'am. The General asked for …"
"…. the commander." She finished. Mac stood. "Lieutenant. Let's go
see what the General needs."
"Aye, Ma'am" he still looked doubtful.
+ + +
2031 LOCAL
GENERAL ARTHURS' OFFICE
Having gotten over the disappointment of not getting the Commander,
General Arthurs' reluctantly settled for Mac.
"I need a JAG." He grumbled.
"You got one, Sir." Mac was irritated but maintained her poker face.
"Abu Sayyaf has had an American missionary couple and a Philippine
nurse hostage for the past eight months in their remote jungle camps.
Intelligence thinks they have found the camp." Arthurs' revealed.
Mac made no comment.
"I'm about to send in one hundred and sixty Special Force Troops to
effect a rescue. They are deployed here on the island for the counter-
terrorism exercises. They have with them the sophisticated equipment
needed, including night vision goggles and unmanned spy planes to
help pinpoint just such rebel hideouts."
Still Mac made no comment.
"Are you aware of the legalese regarding troop movement here?" He
asked.
Now she spoke. "According to the Philippine constitution, overseas
troops are not allowed to enter into combat on Philippine soil unless
under a formal treaty. These exercises are ostensibly to provide
training to Philippine troops in their campaign to root out the Abu
Sayyaf fighters, not to extend the war front."
"You see the problem." The General grumbled.
She did. "Have we been asked to assist in this maneuver, Sir?" Mac
needed a loophole.
"Only informally, by my counterpart." His regard for her was changing.
Mac's brain raced. "Sir what are the odds of a training exercise taking
place at 2300 tonight and the session coming across an Abu Sayyaf
camp?"
He grinned. "I'd say damned high!" he jabbed his intercom. "Get me
Colonel Jackson ASAP!" he turned to Mac. "Thank you, Colonel."
"You're welcome. That all, Sir?"
"Not by a long shot." He replied.
Jackson walked in. "You sent for me, Sir?"
"Yes you and the Lt. Colonel here are going to be running a training
exercise at 2300 tonight at these coordinates." He began pointing to
the maps on the wall as he briefed them.
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2347 LOCAL
ISLAND OF JOLO
Mac had made a mad dash to her quarters to get squared away for
the mission. She had looked for Harm but he was still nowhere to be
found. So she had left without briefing him.
Since they had begun their romantic relationship, a little over a month
ago, they had had the "if I don't come back from a dangerous
assignment" talk several times. After all, they were military officers in
a time of war. But still, she would have liked to have seen him, even
briefly, before she left. It was incredible to her just how much strength
she drew from this man.
Now here she was in the sweltering jungles of the Philippines about to
effect what was an illegal mission, under the guise of training. Her six
was on the line. [Why else do you think the grizzly sent you?] She
thought. She slapped her neck. The place was a hive of activity:
mosquitoes, crickets and frogs, to name a few, sang the song of the
night. Her clothes stuck to her both from the humidity of the jungle
and her own sweat.
She wiped her brow. As the Judge Advocate on site, it still rested with
her to authorize the target.
"Goldilocks, this is Papa Bear, do you read?" The voice of the
advance team came through on the handheld radio.
[Who thinks of these code names?] Mac wondered as she listed to the
conversation.
"Goldilocks here go ahead Papa Bear." Colonel Jackson replied
softly.
"The porridge is cold. Do you read … I repeat the porridge is cold."
The soldier reported.
"Copy that. Return to the den, Papa Bear. Out." Jackson turned and
cursed. "Sorry." He apologized to Mac.
"No need. I've used them myself when needed. Great stress
relievers." She grinned with him. "I take it that the hostages are no
longer where expected."
He nodded. "Mission aborted."
The team regrouped and returned to base with no encounters with the
Abu Sayyaf.
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NEXT DAY - 0800 LOCAL
MAC'S QUARTER'S
Mac groaned as the continuous pounding on her door finally woke her
up. She fell out of the bed and groped her way to the door. She flung
it open to find Harm about to start another round of banging on the
door.
"Damn it, Harm." She growled.
"Where the HELL have you been!" He demanded as he strode past
her and entered the room.
"Welcome" She snarled as she closed the door after him. "Did it ever
occur to you to ask the General?"
That gave him pause. "The General? I thought…"
She was out of her fog by now. "Thought what!" her eyes narrowed.
"Nothing." He backed down. He caught her outfit. "Mac why are you
in BDUs and your face… you were on a mission!"
She nodded. "I looked for you, but didn't have time to search or leave
a message. It was gear up and get out. I just got back."
He had the decency to look embarrassed. "Sorry."
"For what? For disappearing with out a clue? Sorry for waking me up?
Sorry for what, Harm?" she challenged.
"For everything. Look I'll leave you to get some zzs and I'll see you
later." He proposed.
Too tired and grubby to argue she nodded.
Harm turned to leave, but, then thought better of it and bent to kiss the
top of her head; first.
She appreciated the gesture. She'd of liked better to have him come
to bed and hold her, but still, this simple act comforted her greatly.
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1309 LOCAL
MESS HALL
She'd slept, bathed and changed into clean clothes. That was Mac's
definition of human. It was missing one more component, however –
food. She headed for the mess hall; once fed she'd be ready to do
battle with the world.
The line was not as long as it could have been, but it wasn't short
either. She grabbed a tray and the necessaries and joined the queue
and chatted with the persons on the line as her eyes wandered
around. She wasn't looking for anything in particular, her eyes just
drifted around noting empty seats as possible spaces to have lunch,
when her eyes fell on a couple. She stared.
Harm was seated with Lt. Evers, seated rather closely, Mac noted.
Suddenly he flashed his flyboy grin at the woman who laughed at
whatever it was he had said. Mac couldn't help herself; it was
compelling watching her man flirt outlandishly with the young woman.
She hadn't realized that they had become friends. In an instant, she
wondered where Harm had been the previous day when she'd looked
for him before her jungle mission, and why he hadn't looked for her
until this morning. Could he have been with the young Lieutenant?
She was very attractive.
The line moved along and Mac automatically moved with it, but she
continued to watch as though it were the cliffhanger to a soap opera.
When he suddenly shifted position and placed his arm over the back
of the woman's chair; she closed her eyes. When she opened them
the line had moved along and it was now her turn to be served.
Once done, Mac tuned to pick a spot to sit – preferably away from the
unfolding interaction. Of course her eyes went automatically to the
duo. The Lieutenant was now completely under Harm's spell.
She hesitated, not sure where to sit, when suddenly….
"Colonel Mackenzie!" Colonel Jackson called.
She turned towards the voice but in her peripheral vision, she saw
Harm's head snap up.
"Colonel Mackenzie, come join us!" Jackson invited.
She joined the Colonel and a number of the team from the mission
and sat with her back to Harm.
As groups do at the lunch table, they chatted about nothing in
particular until Jackson suddenly said. "Mac I'm having a birthday
bar-b-que on Sunday. Anyone told you about it?"
"I'm afraid the conversations I've been having with the folks round
here don't lend themselves to bar-b-ques." She smiled.
The group chucked. "It's the Colonel's birthday." Captain Phillips said.
"Any excuse to let the hair down." Jackson explained. "So consider
yourself and Rabb invited. Phillips here will show you the way."
She nodded "Thank you. Do we bring anything?"
"EMPTY STOMACHS!" The entire table chanted as one. The mess
hall burst into laughter as the chorus could only be about one thing.
Mac's smile deepened. JAG would always have a place in her heart
but there was something to be said for field assignments.
If asked what she had had for lunch she could honestly say that it
tasted like cardboard. She'd completely lost her appetite but had
eaten anyway.
She really tried not to watch Harm with the young Lieutenant during
lunch, but she couldn't help stealing an occasional glance. After a
while, they got up and left together, laughing and talking. They were
obviously enjoying each other's company. Mac could not blame Lt.
Evers. Harm was the most interesting and exciting man in the world --
and so damn good looking.
+ + +
Later that afternoon, Harm showed up while she was in their
temporary office going over all the official statements they had
collected, he sat down across the table from her. "Anything jump out
at you?" he asked.
"Yeah, Lawson seems careful about going just so far. He propositions
women, but always uses language that, when repeated, could be
interpreted a number of ways. The victims know exactly what he
means, but the words aren't entirely damning."
"Clever bastard." Harm concluded.
"Yeah, he is." She rubbed her sore neck and stretched a little.
Harm stood and moved behind her to massage her shoulders, then
leaned down to kiss her neck.
Mac pulled away, as though she had been burned. Standing, she
walked away from him.
"What's wrong?" he ventured.
"Harm, where were you last night when I looked for you before the
mission?"
"Doing research, why?"
"Was Lt. Evers helping you with your research?"
"As a matter of fact, she was. How did you know?"
"I didn't know that the two of you had become so close."
"I wouldn't say close, really."
"Give it up, Harm. I saw the two of you in the mess hall. It was all you
could do to keep your hands off her; and she was swooning."
"Oh, God!" Harm exclaimed. He moved toward her, trying to put his
arms round her, but she resisted.
"Don't touch me!" she spat.
"Sarah, surely you don't think…. Baby, let me tell you what
happened." He couldn't believe she was jealous -- over this.
"I don't need details. I think I can imagine what happened." The ire in
her voice was scathing, Hadn't he all but admitted to being with this
woman? She couldn't believe it. Her whole world was crumbling. She
had known all along that it was just too good to really be true. It was
just that she had allowed herself to think that this relationship with
Harm might be the real thing. She'd been naïve and had let her guard
down. Still it hurt. How could he!
She stormed out of the room, leaving him bewildered.
TWO HOURS LATER
MAC'S QUARTERS
She knew it was Harm, but she opened the door anyway. He crossed
the threshold into the room, closing the door behind him. One glance
at her beautiful face showed that she had been crying. It broke his
heart. He would rather die than hurt her.
His hand moved to gently touch her shoulder. "Sweetheart, let's talk."
Mac was calmer this time. "There's really nothing to talk about, Harm."
"It's not what you think, Sarah. Please let me explain."
She turned away from him and sobbed. "I don't think I can see you
right now. Please leave."
Harm wanted to protest, but felt her pain, so he didn't. Instead, he
said, "We will discuss this later. I love you." And left.
She stared at the door. How could he do something like this then say
he loved her? He really did not care -- that's what hurt the most.
+ + +
LATER
MESS HALL
Harm looked for her at dinner but didn't see her. He waited around
after he had eaten in case she came at the later seating. But Mac did
not come. Now, he was worried. His marine never missed a meal.
He went back by her quarters, but no one was there. Tomorrow they
were scheduled for an early start for interviewing more personnel.
He'd turn in, get a good night's sleep and be here to pick her up first
thing.
Try as he might, though, sleep did not come easy on this night. Had
he blown the only really important relationship of his life over a stupid
misunderstanding? No, he'd just have to make her listen to the truth
about what had happened.
===========================================
MAC'S QUARTERS
BEFORE DAWN
A hazy fog hovered over Sarah Mackenzie as she slowly wakened to
a pounding in her head. Or…no, it was at the door. Checking the
bedside clock against her internal timekeeper, she wondered who in
the hell would be waking her up at 4:30 in the morning. It could have
something to do with the case, so she got up and trudged to the door.
It was Harm. She had been dreaming about him, and it was a
disappointment to wake without his arms around her. But then… it all
came flooding back --Lt. Evers, everything.
"Damn it, Harm, it's the middle of the night."
He didn't really wait to be asked before coming in. "It's almost
morning, and I couldn't sleep without you."
"I'm surprised someone else wasn't there to take my place."
"There could never be anyone else in my life. You know that, Mac.
This has been the most miserable night I can ever remember. We
have got to straighten this out."
"I'm too tired to play games with you." She yawned. "I just want to
know one thing. Do you love her?"
"Who? No. I don't love anybody except you. And I miss you, Sarah."
"What about Lt. Evers?"
"I don't think she made up the allegations against Lawson."
"Of course she didn't. Did you think she did?"
"I had some doubts. We couldn't find any other female personnel who
had supporting stories, so I investigated how Evers would respond to
male attention."
"How?" she was beginning to wake up now.
"I gave her some unsolicited attention. She was a little flirty, but she
did not respond dramatically like someone who was looking for
somebody to accuse."
"That's what you were doing with her in the mess hall yesterday!" a
light was coming on, now.
"Yeah, I can't believe you were jealous."
"You could have let me in on the plan."
"And I should have. I'm sorry. There wasn't really time. I felt like it was
the right time to do it if I was going to find out anything."
She looked into his eyes. "I'm sorry I overreacted and didn't let you
explain."
"It surprised me. I thought our relationship was more secure. I thought
you knew how much I love you." With this, he moved closer to drape
his arms lovingly around her.
She circled her arms around his shoulders and kissed him. It was full
of passion and meaning. Her world began to rebuild around her. How
could she have doubted him?
His hands roamed up and down her back as he pulled her close.
The kiss ended only because they were forced to breath. She took his
hand and led him toward the bed.
"Baby, it's almost time for work." It was a hollow protest on his part.
"Just hold me for a few minutes." Mac asked. He willingly complied.
"So, you think Lawson is guilty, them?" she asked.
"I do, but I'd feel more confident about it, if we had another woman
who could provide supportive testimony about his behavior."
"We do."
"Hunh? Who?"
"Me."
"Lawson came on to you, just in the few days we've been here?"
"Yeah, and in Afghanistan too."
She felt Harm's muscles tense. "Why didn't you tell me before?"
"Because I didn't want you to go off half cocked and get yourself in
trouble."
"I'm fully cocked." He pulled her closer. "I'm going to kill the S.O.B, but
I'm fully in control of myself."
Mac's hand on Harm's shoulder restrained him. "You're not going to
kill him. We're going to nail his sorry ass to the wall."
"How?"
They spent the next hour or so talking. Mac reported to Harm about
her encounters with Lawson, including how she had defended herself.
Then, together they hatched a scheme, which would allow Lawson to
incriminate himself, and prevent him from victimizing any other
women. As they lay on her bed, holding each other; they
rehabilitated their relationship, confessed their love and put the
finishing touches on their investigation.
They were a little late for their first meeting, but the world was back in
an even kilter.
===========================================
SUNDAY – 1325 LOCAL
COLONEL'S BAR-B-QUE
Whenever, wherever
We're meant to be together
I'll be there and you'll be near
And that's the deal my dear
It looked like the entire base was on hand. It really was an
opportunity to relax. Harm and Mac could not only hear the music but
as they approached they could also feel it.
They rounded the corner, entered the yard and were immediately
spotted.
Hey baby baby hey baby baby hey
Girls' say girls' say
Hey baby baby hey baby baby hey
"Colonel! Commander!" Captain Phillips greeted them over the
pounding music.
"It's a Sunday bar-b-que call me Mac." She replied.
"By all means, Ma'am!" Phillips accepted "Dance with me, Ma'am?"
Having had a similar struggle with Bud and Harriet, Mac gave up while
she was ahead. "Lead the way!"
Harm was happy to stay put. He spied Lt. Evers and prayed to all
Gods known and unknown that the woman kept her distance. So far
at least one God was listening. Two beers and twenty minutes later
he was still at the same spot watching Mac this time in a conga line.
Watching the movements of her incredible body was something he
could sure get used to.
Tonight I'ma give it to you, throw it to you
I want you to come prepared, ohhh yeah (oh yes)
Boy it's been a long time, a crazy long time
And I don't want no minute man, and that's real
Give it to me some more
Suddenly the line swerved, and as Mac went by she grabbed him, and
just like that he was on the dance floor. Her hand on his arm had felt
natural, but it was when it slid down to grab his butt that he had been
excited into the motion of the dance. This overly familiar gesture was
part of their purpose in being here, but it still turned him on.
"Hey!" The rambunctious group greeted the new addition.
As the song died down the chef, who happened to look a lot like
Colonel Jackson, shouted, "Come and get it!"
In a move worthy of any branch of the military the conga line never
broke formation. The long snake of humans moved as one and
formed a line at the food counter. Harm held firmly to Mac's waist until
it was time to take his plate. She smiled seductively over her shoulder.
+ + +
Armed with a sample of everything that was being offered, whether
recognizable on not, Harm and Mac headed for the shade of a tree to
tuck in.
"Did you spot him?" Mac asked in a muffled voice.
"Don't speak with your mouth full." Harm teased, "Yes. He hasn't
taken his eyes off you for a moment. Well maybe a moment… but he
has been watching."
Mac swallowed and retorted. "Funny Rabb." He shrugged his
shoulders and stuck the fork with food into his mouth. "I suppose that
it is safe to say that Colonel Tom Lawson is hooked. We just need to
reel him in."
His mouth full Harm nodded his agreement.
"Glad you agree." She said. "Now all I need to do is enjoy myself."
"… because so far it has been all work." Harm said mockingly.
She stuck her tongue out at him.
"Oh eloquent Colonel. Eloquent." He replied. "Stick that out at me
again and be prepared for the consequences."
She waived her coke bottle at him before she drank from it.
"Promises, promises."
As the day proceeded, they stayed close together. They danced and
held hands and touched, all as though they were trying to be very
discreet. This show was only intended for an audience of one. Harm
even stole a few well-planned kisses.
===========================================
SUNDAY – 2213 LOCAL
MAC'S QUARTER'S
It had been an exhausting day, if not thoroughly enjoyable. It was now
time to execute the game plan. The partners sat in Mac's room. "I
can't believe that he followed us back." Mac said.
"What's this we thing?" Harm replied, "It's you he followed."
She stood. "I'm going to bed."
He remained seated as she headed for the bathroom. When she
emerged in t-shirt and shorts he was still rooted to the spot. "Harm?
You ok?"
"I don't know what to do. Now that we are actually executing the plan,
do I stay in the chair or on the bed?"
She burst out laughing.
He glared at her. "Something funny, Mac?"
She walked up to him and whispered in his ear. "The moment I lie in
that bed and fall asleep can you really resist?"
He gulped. "Point, Counselor."
Draping her arms loosely around his neck, she continued to whisper
"and so?"
He looked her in the eye. "Have I told you lately that I love you?"
"Not in a long time. I suggest you have much making up to do." She
moved to the bed. "I'm going to bed. Do what comes naturally to
you."
"Oh, now you asked for it!" He warned.
"Promises, promises." She replied.
He didn't come to bed immediately. She wondered for a moment if,
perhaps, he might not join her at all. Just as she began to relax and
drift toward sleep, however, she felt his strong arms circle her and his
powerful hands begin to roam over her body.
===========================================
MONDAY - 2109 LOCAL
MAC'S QUARTERS
There was a knock on Mac's door.
"Who is it?" She called. She had just left Harm so unless he'd
forgotten something it couldn't be him.
"Tom Lawson." The voice said through the door.
"Just a minute." She called. She paused long enough to switch the
surveillance equipment on and then headed for the door.
"May I come in?" He asked.
She swung the door open for him to enter. "May I help you, Colonel?"
"Always, and please, it's Tom. It's Mac, right?"
She repeated her question.
"I came about that date you promised me." He explained.
"First, I promised no such thing and second, it's late." She pointed put.
He moved towards her and she moved away. "Is there nothing I can
do to change your opinion of me?"
"Why is it so important to you?" she enquired.
"I keep saying this: you are beautiful and smart – an irresistible
combination."
"So you keep saying."
"Looks like Rabb thinks so too." He said.
"You lost me."
"I don't think so. I know you gave Rabb some, so what's wrong with
me?" he demanded.
"Colonel…"
"Tom" he corrected.
She didn't skip a beat. "… are you suggesting …"
"Don't give me that!" He snapped. "You think I don't know that Rabb
bedded you last night! What I want to know is why you won't put out
for me!"
"Colonel! I will have you know that the who, what, where, when, why
and how of my sexual life is NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS! NOW GET
THE HELL OUT OF MY ROOM!"
+ + +
It had been a long day of continued investigations. Harm had dropped
Mac off at her room and had wandered aimlessly around. Tom
Lawson, so far, hadn't approached Mac, despite their show the day
before. But he had other things on his mind. He loved Mac but, as
usual, he had messed up and he had come so close to loosing her
that he dared not breath. He needed for her to believe that she was
the only one for him, but how?
Coming up with no strategy, he eventually he returned to his quarters.
He opened the door and heard the equipment recording. That meant
only one thing -- that Tom Lawson was in Mac's room! He groaned.
Mac was dealing with the slime ball and he was nowhere near as
backup. He switched the monitor on.
The sound of Mac's voice ricocheted throughout his room "…NOW
GET THE HELL OUT OF MY ROOM!"
Harm watched as Lawson reached for Mac. That was all he needed.
+ + +
Lawson reached for Mac. "I don't think so. Mac. If you can give it to a
Commander, I figure you can give it to a Colonel. After all, I'm higher
up on the food chain."
She dodged his reach. How could this man have gone through the
ranks and not get caught? She could not believe the unfolding scene.
He moved forward again, and this time she was caught as her back
came up against the bedroom wall. He tried to kiss her. She
struggled to avoid him.
Suddenly, the door crashed open as two burley MPs rampaged in with
Harm following close behind.
"Get this man off me and arrest him!" Mac roared.
"Aye, Ma'am!"
As Lawson struggled in the embrace of the two security officers he
scanned her. "All you had to say was 'no.' "
Harm snorted.
"If you remember, I told you once that if I found that I was wrong about
you that I'd give you an apology." Mac reminded him "But if I found
that I was right about you, that I'd give you something entirely
different. Well, here it is. Colonel Tom Lawson you are under arrest. I
am charging you with one count of assault and two counts of conduct
unbecoming an officer and a gentleman. And that is to start. Get
yourself a good lawyer."
"Get him out of here." Harm ordered.
After the men had gone Harm spoke to her. "You ok?"
She nodded. "I'm also charging the General with dereliction of duty
for not reporting Lt. Evers' complaint."
"Remind me not to get into your sights when you are mad." Harm
said.
"Oh, but you are in my sights, Commander." She stated.
He gulped. "Mac..."
"Harm, it's been a long night and I'm tired. Goodnight."
"But Mac…" he began.
"Remember to turn off the surveillance tape when you get back to
your room." She said. He paled. He'd forgotten that they were being
recorded.
As she put him out she spotted the door. "Damn it! My door is broke I
need a new room."
Harm quickly went next door to shut off the taping equipment. Then,
he returned, entering through the damaged doorway. "You can't stay
here, without even a door." He commented.
"You have something else in mind?" she smiled seductively.
"Come to my room, Let me take care of you tonight."
Without responding, she let him lead her to his quarters. "I am tired."
She reminded him.
He sat her on the edge of the bed, and then moved behind her to
massage her neck and shoulders. She sighed.
They gave in to the mutual feelings of desire and passion that
overwhelmed them. Afterward, they lay securely together, reveling in
the sheer joy of each other.
===========================================
1345 LOCAL
INVESTIGATION ROOM
Harm and Mac were clearing up the paper work on the case when Lt.
Evers walked in.
"Sir?"
"Come in, Lieutenant." Harm waived her in with his best flyboy grin.
Mac grimaced.
"I told you, its Shelia." She smiled, but it dropped when she spotted
Mac. "I just wanted to thank you for believing in me."
"You are welcome, Lieutenant." Harm replied emphasizing the rank.
Mac was remaining silent.
"I didn't expect for the General to be caught up in this as well."
"The General's feelings toward women in the military should have had
no bearing on how he handled your complaint. Let that be a lesson to
you." Harm explained.
"Yes, Sir." She was sober. "I heard that you are throwing the book at
Colonel Lawson."
He glanced at Mac. This was getting awkward. There were three
people in the room and it was obvious that one was abstaining from
the conversation.
Harm listed off the charges. "We are charging him with: Solicitation,
Attempted Rape, Assault, Conduct unbecoming an officer and a
gentleman and a variety of General Articles including: False swearing;
Obstructing justice; Wrongful interference with an adverse
administrative proceeding and anything else the Judge Advocate
General may feel needs adding."
"Wow!" she was impressed. "Will you prosecute, Sir?"
"I don't know." He replied. The lack of participation by Mac was
beginning to affect him. "We're busy here, Lieutenant. That'll be all."
"Sorry, Sir. Aye, Sir. Ma'am."
Mac nodded.
"What was that about!" Harm demanded as soon as he calculated
Evers could not hear.
"What?"
"You didn't say one word!" He accused.
"One was not needed." She pointed out.
"Ah hah." He said.
"You finish packing. I'm going to confirm our flight arrangements." she
said and waltzed out of the room leaving him standing alone among
the boxes of evidence.
"Is this how it's going to be?" he asked himself.
===========================================
0810 LOCAL
JAG HQ
The team had reported in to Admiral AJ Chedwiggen and they now
sat waiting for their CO to finish with his yeoman.
The Admiral was finally done and focused on his senior team. "That
was some piece of work, People." He leaned back in his chair. "Not to
mention the unorthodox manner in which the case played out."
Harm fought the urge to squirm "Well, Sir, it finally came down to
fighting fire with fire. There seemed to be no other way than to
provoke the Colonel."
"With spectacular results!" AJ grinned. "It was ingenious, People.
Confront the perpetrator with the thing that stresses him the most!
Colonel, I realize that you are a formidable opponent in the court
room, but it seems the Marines have a secret weapon in you."
"Thank you, Sir." She smiled. "It did take two to tango."
"Glad you noticed." Harm said.
"Well, I would have preferred the Marines." She said.
"Navy not good enough?" Harm asked.
"I'd like to hear that answer, Colonel." AJ piped.
She shrugged "They get there in the end."
Harm pointed at her. "I was there for you!"
"Eventually." She pointed out.
AJ shook his head "You're a hard woman, Colonel." He wrapped up
the session. "Welcome back, People. There is much work awaiting
you, not the least of which will be the court martial of Colonel Lawson.
But there is time for that."
"Aye, Sir." Harm said.
"Good to back, Sir." Mac said.
AJ nodded. "Good to have you all back. Dismissed."
===========================================
2010 LOCAL
MAC'S APARTMENT
Harm watched as Mac stirred a pot on the stove. "Dinner will be ready
very shortly." She announced.
Good," he replied, "I'm starving."
Harm, do you think the Admiral suspected anything… about us, I
mean?"
"No, I don't think so. We've always worked well together. Why would
he think anything had changed?"
"But, it has changed." She commented. With that, she moved close to
him and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist.
"For the better, I hope?" he finally replied.
"I think so." She concurred. "I still like working with you."
Mac led her partner and lover toward the living room couch. Harm,
ever mindful of what was going on around him, turned off the stove
and followed, obediently. They cuddled for a while, and then
continued making dinner.
While they ate, they discussed the case they had just returned from.
He was amused. "Are you telling me that you would have done it the
same way, even if I hadn't been there? You'd have pretended to be
with some other guy to make Lawson jealous?"
"If you weren't there, I might have been with some other guy?"
"So, my being thee wasn't important to you?"
"Oh, Harm, of course it was. I loved that we could work together and
really accomplish something, no matter what was going on in our
personal lives."
"Now that we are so close, we'll be an unbeatable team." He offered.
"We were always an unbeatable team."
"But life is better now.' He concluded.
She nodded, and they shared a deep, passionate kiss.
"Do you think our relationship will ever cause us problems working
together?" she thought out loud.
"It could, but it doesn't have to." He decided. "We can make this work
to our advantage, Sarah."
She smiled at him, but she wondered if it was true. Could their
romance really help their work? Or was it destined to always present a
problem for them?
They watched television and held each other for most of the evening.
+ + +
Several hours later, Harm carefully extricated himself from her
embrace and stood.
"Where are going?" she wanted to know.
"Home."
"Why?"
"The Jenkins appeal is number one on the court docket tomorrow,
and I really need to see my client before the hearing. That means a
very early morning for me. I don't want to wake you that early; you're
too tired and you really need your sleep. So, it's best all around if I just
stay at my place tonight."
"I don't sleep well without you anymore." As she said it, she stood and
circled her arms around his waist.
"I know, Baby; me either. But we're both wiped out from this
Philippines trip. I think it best if we try. I'll see you tomorrow at the
office though, right?
"You better."
"Buy you lunch after I finish in court?"
"Okay."
She kissed him with intensity and passion that almost made him
change his mind. But after he had left, and she was getting ready for
bed, she thought that this night apart might be good for them. She
couldn't explain to herself exactly what it was, but something about
their relationship had begun to feel strange.
Once in bed, sleep eluded her. She kept seeing Harm in her mind, but
not with her. Was this just moving too fast between them? They had
waited six years to deal with their feelings, and then all of a sudden
they were in this relationship. There was no thought, no planning --
just bam! It seemed good, but maybe it wasn't really working out. She
tried to stop this thinking. The time in the Philippines on such an
emotionally charged case had taken too great a toll on her. She didn't
really mean these doubts.
She got up and walked around the apartment, then headed back to
bed. Almost immediately the thoughts were back. After all, hadn't
Harm basically pressured this relationship into existence? She had
wanted to go slower to evaluate everything more.
Mac knew one thing for certain: she loved him, more than she could
imagine. But was that enough? Were they losing something else?
Was this really right -- right now? The pros and cons played out in her
head, over and over. She knew that she couldn't give him up, not
entirely. Maybe it would be best if they just stayed really good friends
who occasionally have earth-shattering sex. (Oh, yeah, that part of it
was good, very good.) Harm would never go for pulling back like that,
though. Every possible scenario played out in her insomnia- ridden
mind. How could she guarantee salvage on their relationship?
A little before dawn, she knew what she must do. She didn't
necessarily like it, but she knew. It was going to be so difficult. She
picked up the phone to call him. Like a lovesick teenager, she just had
to hear his voice.
When he answered, she was tempted to just hang up. Instead, she
just whispered. "I love you."
Harm was left holding the dead line. "Mac! Mac!" he called into it, but
she was already gone.
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1230 LOCAL
JAG HQ, FALLS CHURCH VA.
The Admiral had not been speaking lightly about the workload and
both Harm and Mac had been thrown in at the deep end. Harm was
faced with a pile of court appearances and this latest was the last day
of an Article 32 hearing to determine if his client should go to trial for
first-degree murder.
They were going to trial.
As soon as the Judge's gavel hit the desk indicating the end of the
session Harm was out the door in search of Mac. He felt a drive to
see her that he could not explain. Where the Marine was concerned
he didn't bother to explain the need. He needed to see the love of his
life and that was all his heart needed to know.
He headed for her office but it was vacant. He checked the kitchenette
it too was empty. He was about to check the library when Petty
Officer Tiner intercepted him. "You looking for the Colonel, Sir?"
"You know where she is?"
"She's gone to Quantico to get a deposition, Sir. Um, Sir, the Admiral
asked to see you as soon as you came out of court." He said.
"Thank you, Tiner." Harm headed for the Office of the Admiral.
+ + +
FIVE MINUTES LATER
"Sir, you sent for me?"
AJ Chedwiggen waived the senior lawyer in. "Commander. We have
as situation at Norfolk. The fire department there went to investigate
a bonfire and got more than they bargained for." He handed over the
file. "Be warned, Harm, the photos are graphic."
It wasn't often the Admiral used his first name.
"I'm sending you and Singer out there."
"Singer? Sir?" Harm cringed.
"Problem, Commander!" AJ's voice went up a decibel.
"No, Sir!" Harm hastened to assure his CO.
"Mmmm." He softened. "I know the Lieutenant's reputation and I also
know you'd rather have Bud. But he is in the first fortnight of a six
month assignment to the US Embassy in New Dehli as a legal
advisor."
"I'm happy for him, Sir." Harm declared.
"I know. You are expected at Norfolk ASAP, so I suggest you collect
the Lieutenant and get a move on. Dismissed."
"Aye, Sir!"
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1816 LOCAL
JAG HQ
Having spent the afternoon with Singer, Harm was worn out. The
crime was a gruesome one and Singer had all the finesse of a
Halloween creature. His need to see Mac was even more
overwhelming.
He spotted Tiner. "Tiner! The Colonel back yet?"
The Admiral was on his way home when he heard the question.
"Commander, my office, now!" The two men entered the office.
AJ closed the door and turned to face Harm. "Commander. The
President has decided on the countries we will be sending military
advisers to as part of our expanding war on terrorism." He started.
"Sir?" Harm was confused. Was he about to be reassigned?
"The orders arrived this afternoon from the SECNAV. Colonel
Mackenzie is TAD to India effective immediately." AJ announced.
Harm swayed. AJ dropped his case to catch him. "Commander! You
all right!"
"Sir… Yes, Sir!" Harm struggled with the news. "When does she ship
out, Sir?"
AJ checked his watch. "She is to be at Dulles within the hour." He
studied Harm. "Dismissed."
+ + +
Harm positively bolted to his office and dialed her cell number. There
was no way he'd get to her in time, a call would have to do.
"Lt. Colonel Mackenzie." Her voice came though.
"Were you going to leave without saying a word?" he accused.
"I left a message on your answering machine." She defended.
"Did you ask for this TAD?" He voiced his fear.
"No." She replied "but I think it is opportune."
"What? How!"
"I think we need time apart." She explained.
"I explained about Lt. Evers." He said.
"It's not about her. It's about us." She replied.
"Mac…"
"Look Harm this is not a conversation for a phone. We'll talk when I
get back." She promised.
"How long is the TAD?"
"Three months." She revealed.
"God damn it!" he shouted. The security guard looked his way.
"Goodbye, Harm." She said sadly.
"This is not over Mac. Not by a long shot!" he said then whispered "Be
safe, My Love." Then he hung up.
He flung the phone across the room. Mac was on her way to India
and Bud was already there, so why the HELL was he in DC with
slippery Singer?
THE END
Author: Anne Taul [annetaul@home.com]and
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Rated: PG-13 (NC-17 available)
Classification: JAG Story/Adventure/Romance: Harm/Mac
Summary: Even during war military life must go on as a present day
event touches too close to home for Mac.
Disclaimer: JAG characters portrayed belong to JAG, CBS and
Paramount Television. No copyright infringement intended. All other
characters depicted are purely fictional and any similarities to actual
people are purely coincidental.
Authors' Notes: Deployment 1, 2 and 3 (version NC-17) are available
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http://pub10.ezboard.com/bbehindcloseddoors
Performing in this saga: Missy Elliott featuring Ludacris sings "One
Minute Man", Shakira sings "Whenever, Wherever" while No Doubt
sings "Hey Baby"
Feedback: Would be nice… so where is it?
Permission to Archive: Permission granted.
Story Written March 2002
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THURSDAY - 0918 LOCAL
MAC'S APARTMENT
Lt. Colonel Sarah Mackenzie was in bed and she felt great. She rolled
over and came face to face with the reason for her contentment. Still
sleeping next to her was the love of her life: Commander Harmon
Rabb Jr.
She took the moment to look at him, to REALLY look at him. She
committed his features to memory as if she were about to be
separated from him and she needed the image burned into her brain.
So focused was she that he awoke and she hadn't noticed.
"There'll be an exam later." He said, running an appreciative hand
over her bare hip.
She started, and then smiled. "Morning, Lover." She reached over
and kissed him. Their relationship was still fresh and exciting, so it
didn't take more than this to arouse his passion.
"A man can get used to this." He kissed her back.
"One would think that after six weeks you would be used to this. After
all you seem to wake over here more often than at your place." She
smiled and snuggled up to him.
He poked her "Aren't we late for work?"
She moved in closer. "Nice try, Flyboy, but **WE** have the morning
off. I get in at 1300 and you at 1330."
"I always wondered at that."
"What?" her muffled voice sounded as she had buried her face in his
chest.
"At our return times. I realize that we worked late on this case but why
the staggered return?" he wondered.
She raised her head to be heard clearly. "When I see AJ I'll ask him."
She replied sarcastically.
He suddenly rolled over onto her. "Ms Mackenzie have I told you
lately that I love you?"
"That's Lt. Colonel to you." She smiled "and now that you mention it.
No you have not."
"Then for the record Lt. Colonel – I love you." He kissed her and she
reciprocated.
"I love you, too, Harm. That's why this is always so wonderful for us."
She punctuated the moment. "Yeah, yeah, right there. Keep doing
that."
"Is that what I am to you, just a plaything?" he teased.
"I like to play with you." She laughed. Then she pulled herself up to
initiate a deep and meaningful kiss.
Once the kiss ended Mac said "Do you know how difficult it is to be
aloof around you at JAG?"
"Tell me about it." He agreed. "This need to keep the relationship quiet
is going to kill me yet." He sat up abruptly. "It's worse, though, when
we are on the same case whether apposing or not."
She remained lying down. "Like this case?"
"Have you EVER known me not to remain focused on a case?" he
accused.
She shook her head.
"Well I am having problems with this one and not because of the client
but because of co-counsel." He confessed.
"Commander, if you are having problems with your partner maybe I
should report you to the Chief of Staff?" she teased.
"Funny, Mac. But the problem is that I have no problem!" He wailed.
She chuckled. Her hands moved from behind him to caress the
muscles of his broad chest.
"You find this funny?"
"No! No! It's not that." She assured him "Can you imagine the
reactions of the bullpen not to mention the Admiral if they ever find
out?"
He smiled at the thought. "Bud will stutter through the whole thing,
Harriett will be overjoyed. She's a matchmaker at heart, it doesn't
matter whom. Sturgis will take on the **I told you so** look and the
Admiral will skin us."
"Well as they say in for a penny in for a pound."
"Meaning"
"Meaning that you told me that you love me. Now show me." She
explained.
"You're greedy you know that?" Harm pointed.
"Commander!" Mac used her best CO voice.
"Yes ma'am. Right away ma'am." He grinned and complied.
Being with her was always exciting. Even though they didn't have to
go until the afternoon, they still might be late for work.
===========================================
1400 LOCAL
JAG HQ
Mac stood from her seat in front of Harm's desk. "Is that the best
they're going to offer?" she complained.
"Apparently so." Harm replied.
"Let's go to trial, then." She concluded.
"Mac, our defense isn't ironclad. This is a man's life we're talking
about here. We have to present it to the Petty Officer and let him
decide."
"When he asks, how are you going to advise him?"
"To think about it carefully. Even the great Sarah Mackenzie can't
guarantee an acquittal on this one."
"I think our defense will hold up fine. Mattoni's not got much more than
circumstantial evidence."
"Mac, he's got an eyewitness."
"That witness isn't credible and you know it."
"Don't let your ego get in the way of protecting your client."
"My ego? That's like the pot calling the kettle…" She accused,
flippantly.
"God, you're sexy when you argue with me." He whispered.
"We can sneak out of here a little early today. We can go home and
have the most hellacious argument you ever saw."
"And Petty Officer Matthews?"
"No, I'd prefer to have you to myself."
He grinned. "Okay, you win. We'll advise the client that his best
chance is to go to trial."
Now, she smiled. She wanted to say something to redirect the
conversation back to their after hours plans, but was interrupted.
Srurgis Turner knocked then opened the door. "Is it safe to enter?" he
asked.
"Why wouldn't it be?" Harm queried.
"Well, you two have been kind of tense lately. I don't want to get
caught in your crossfire."
Mac swallowed hard and shot Harm a nervous glance. "Don't be
ridiculous. Come in, Sturgis." She addressed him.
"Actually, I can't stay. I just came to deliver a message."
Harm and Mac both looked at him, expectantly.
"The Admiral wants to see both of you in his office ASAP. That is, if
you can quit arguing long enough."
"Oh. This isn't an argument." Mac informed him. "Not yet."
"Thanks, Sturgis." Harm replied.
When he had left, Harm stood. "Let's see what he wants. Come with
me, Mac."
"That's what you always want, isn't it?"
He couldn't believe she had said that. He just stared at her with an
open mouth, as they moved toward the door.
+ + +
Admiral Chegwidden didn't look up from what he was reading when
they entered. After they had come to attention, he spoke, "You have
both investigated cases of sexual harassment before, haven't you?"
"Yes, Sir." They both answered.
"Good, then I won't have to remind you about the Navy's no tolerance
policy regarding this sensitive issue."
"Sir, has there been an allegation?" Harm ventured.
"Yes, Commander. An accusation came in from a female officer at the
Navy's temporary outpost in the Philippines. She's accused her C.O,
of improper and unwanted advances. "
"The Philippines? Admiral, wouldn't that be handled by our Pacific
office, rather than here in Washington?" Mac entered the
conversation.
"Normally, yes, Colonel. Now that we're at war, however, the
resources in some of our field offices are stretched pretty thin, so we
have to shift them around a little to keep things running smoothly."
"What do you want us to do, Admiral?" Harm came to the point."
"I want you to be thorough and discreet. We can't afford to let this
thing snowball in the press. Nor can we afford to not have it taken
care of quickly and fairly."
"How would you like us to proceed, Sir? Do you have any details?"
"Lieutenant Sheila Evers is currently serving as a procurement
coordinator at our Philippine outpost. She's got an outstanding service
record, and has been promoted on schedule. Her performance evals
have been very good. Tiner is gathering all of that information now for
you to review. While attending a training seminar in San Diego last
week, she told a superior officer that her C.O. had sexually harassed
her. Apparently her attempts to get it reported at her duty station had
not been successful. "
"Do you mean that somebody was covering it up?" Mac guessed.
"I don't know, Colonel, but I want to know. Is that clear?"
"Aye, Sir." She and Harm responded, automatically.
"What do we know about the C.O.?" Harm asked.
"Also an outstanding officer -- highly decorated. He's served in the
Middle East." AJ continued.
"Sir," Harm had to say it," maybe this Lt. Evers is just young and
overwhelmed by being in a combat zone. She could be overreacting."
AJ nodded.
"Yeah," Mac conceded, "or maybe she was sexually harassed."
Harm smiled at her, but had to continue with his point. "Mac, every
woman in the military is not being victimized by the system and her
officers."
"She returned his smile, halfheartedly, "But, some of them are. Who's
the commanding officer, Sir? We should find out more about him."
"Let's see." The Admiral referred back to his notes. A Colonel Tom
Lawson. Do you know him, Mac?"
Mac's blood went cold. Of course she did know him from their brief
encounter in Afghanistan and she knew that he was guilty as hell. He
has sexually harassed her, then. She had reported it, but hadn't
followed through on it. He had been transferred out, another officer
had come in, their camp had come under attack, Harm had wanted to
fall in love with her, Bud had been kidnapped; too much happened
that superceded that concern in Afghanistan. But now, he'd done it
again. She had another chance to stop him. If they had trouble finding
evidence, and her recollection was that he didn't leave much of a trail,
she might be a material witness who could help corroborate the
charges in court. For that reason, she silently decided to keep her
previous encounter with this Colonel Lawson to herself -- at least for
now.
Then she thought of Harm, the man that she loved so much -- far
more than she had ever imagined that she was capable of loving
anyone. He had never known about Lawson's advances toward her. If
he had, he'd have gone ballistic. Harm would want to go after him,
and it would blow their chances of catching him. They were only just
beginning to build a life together; she couldn't risk that, or Harm's
career. No, it was best all around if she just kept this to herself, for
now.
"I met him once, briefly, Sir." She told her C.O. " He was the officer I
relieved in Afghanistan, but I don't really know anything about him."
Well, it wasn't really a lie, she told herself. It was more like a strategic
omission. She was making a decision using her initiative designed to
put a particular battle plan into effect. At least that's what she told
herself.
"If their was an attempt to squash Lt. Ever reporting this, we don't
know who might have been involved. So, we have a cover for you --
just to make sure nobody interferes with your investigation."
"Cover, Sir?" Harm asked, cautiously.
"Yes. There have been some supplies missing in the procurement
office there. From that have come some unsubstantiated allegations
of misappropriation and smuggling. The base commander, General
Earl Arthurs has approved you to come and investigate this, because
it impacts the war effort. As far as everyone knows, that's why you're
there. Look into that, but keep your other assignment in focus, as well.
With the current world situation, we need a swift resolution to this.
Investigate the allegations, and, if necessary, charge Colonel Lawson
so that we can move on this."
"Aye, aye, Sir." They chorused.
"Tiner's making your travel arrangements. Be ready to leave at 1900."
They were dismissed and headed out the door. Harm followed her
back to her office and shut the door.
"What are you smiling at?" she challenged him.
"Just thinking how you're going to look on a tropical beach in a skimpy
bikini."
"Skimpy bikini? Beach? Harm, we're going to the Philippines to work,
not for a vacation."
"Maybe, we can make it a little bit of both." He replied, seductively.
"We're investigating sexual harassment, I shouldn't even pack a
bikini."
"Okay, lose the bikini. Better still." He eyes her, suggestively.
"You're hopeless!" she concluded, swatting him on the arm.
"No, I have lots of hope." As he said it, he pinched her rear end, and
then quickly drew his hand away.
When she didn't move, he leaned in to kiss her.
She pulled, abruptly away. "Not here." She admonished him.
Then, let's go home. The Admiral will give us the rest of the day to
pack; it's only a few hours until our flight."
"You're on." She announced, with a sly, come hither smile.
Their planning was interrupted by Tiner at the door. He gave them
their travel itinerary and the background information for their
investigation. "Oh, and Ma'am, Sir, the Admiral said to tell you that
you can go home to pack whenever you're ready. He's already
prepared Lt. Roberts to take over the Petty Officer Elswick case that
you have coming up."
"Thank you, Tiner." Harm acknowledged. "I think I will head out, then.
Do you need a ride, Mac?"
She looked at him strangely until she realized that Tiner was still in
the room. "No thanks Harm. I'll see you at Andrews to catch the
transport at 1900.
+ + +
LATER
HARM'S APARTMENT
NORTH OF UNION STATION
He opened the door to admit her, then, immediately enveloped her in
a huge embrace. Their kiss was passionate. They began to melt into
each other.
Mac's sensed were on total overload. When she could feel his body
reacting, she pulled sharply away.
"Sarah!" he pleaded, trying to kiss her neck.
"We have one hour and twenty two minutes before our transport
leaves Andrews. If we start this now, we'll never make it."
"But, I need to be with you." He argued.
"It's a long flight. We'll be together then." She said it, but she knew it
wasn't what she wanted right now, either.
"On a plane full of people?" he countered.
"Are you saying that our being together is no good if we're not having
sex?"
"Of course not!"
"Then get your cute little six out in the car."
He complied, but he reached to squeeze a generous breast on his
way by her.
Mac had to close her eyes and sigh heavily. How she craved this
man's touch!
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1300 LOCAL
US BASE, NEAR ZAMBOANGA
BASILAN ISLAND, PHILIPPINES
Harm and Mac arrived at the Base on Basilan Island, having been
shuttled in from the capital, Manila. The place was humming. They
were located in the south of the country with about six hundred and
fifty troops who were expected to take part in training and advising the
Philippine military in its fight against the extremist Abu Sayyaf Muslim
militants who were suspected of having links to Al Qaeda.
They disembarked and the wall of heat hit them. It had welcomed
them in Manila but being back on the pressurized plane their bodies
had readjusted. Now they faced the combined onslaught of heat and
humidity that came with being six degrees north of the equator.
They broke out into an instant sweat.
A Second Lieutenant approached them.
"Sir? Ma'am? I'm Lieutenant Matthew De Foe, your liaison. If you
come with me General Arthurs will meet with you now."
"Lead on." Harm acknowledged.
They crossed the compound and entered the office of Brigadier
General Earl Arthurs. They snapped to attention. "Sir, Lt. Colonel
Sarah Mackenzie and Commander Rabb reporting!" Mac reported.
"At ease." The General instructed, as he leaned back in his chair. He
surveyed Mac "You the senior of the two?"
"I am." Mac was surprised at the question.
The General snorted and leaned forward. "The Department of Justice
has prosecutors in London, Paris, Rome, Bogota and Mexico City, but
has none in Asia. That being the case, you are the only legal recourse
I have for a thousand miles." He looked at Harm. "Get the picture?"
"Yes sir." Harm replied, and he didn't necessarily refer to the legal
situation.
"I am told that there are accusations of some smuggling of illegal
arms, drugs and other contraband through the supply procurement
area used for getting supplies for the ships, which dock here." He was
still looking at Harm.
Mac replied, "That is our understanding, Sir."
"Do what you have to do." He instructed. "Dismissed."
"Aye sir!" They snapped to and turned to leave.
"Colonel." Arthurs called. Harm hung back. "Not you, Commander."
Harm stepped out of the office but didn't leave.
"Sir?" Mac returned to face the General.
"I assume those oaks you wear are deserved and not obtained by
other means." He said.
"If you wish, Sir, you may assess my file." She offered.
"Not necessary. I am the ranking officer here and YOU WILL show me
your metal eventually and you will either prove or return ASAP to
JAG. Are we clear?"
"Understood, Sir." She replied.
"Dismissed."
"Aye, Sir"
+ + +
As she stepped out of the office Harm pounced. "What was that
about?"
"The rules of engagement." She said and walked away.
Harm watched her retreating form in wonder. This woman he had
fallen in love with never ceased to amaze him.
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1435 LOCAL
INVESTIGATION ROOM
The duo was assigned a room to work out of and they were soon
deep into the investigation. Keeping to the cover story of the
smuggling they probed for information on Colonel Tom Lawson.
They finally got to Lt. Shelia Evers.
The interview hadn't got far when the Lieutenant changed the topic.
"Sir, Ma'am, with all due respect, I thought you were here on the
sexual harassment charge."
Mac put her pen down. "Enlighten us, Lieutenant."
The woman took a deep breath. "I work in the supply procurement
area with Colonel Lawson: he's my CO. Last month while on duty, the
Colonel groped me as a prelude to propositioning me."
"This is a serious accusation, Lieutenant." Harm said.
"I know, Sir."
"You said as a prelude to propositioning you. Did he say anything?"
Mac asked.
"Yes, Ma'am, he said that ***"Out here in the middle of nowhere
where the enemy is crawling up our asses, we all have to take care of
each other. I think you and I could help each other a lot.*** I tried to
make him understand that this was not appropriate behavior, but he
took it as a joke and informed me that he regarded my resistance as
foreplay."
Mac went cold. The recollection could have been a replay of her
encounter with the man.
"You seem to remember in a very detailed manner." Harm challenged.
"Photographic memory, Sir." She explained. "Besides, a woman
doesn't easily forget being blatantly intimidated and disrespected like
that."
Mac took control of herself. She tried to speak but her voice cracked.
She coughed to clear it then asked "Why didn't you report it before
now?"
"I did, Ma'am! To General Arthurs! When I realized that nothing would
happen, I contacted my Congresswoman. Have you met the General,
Ma'am?"
Mac nodded. She knew what Evers was hinting at.
"The General is not …" Evers groped for a word that would not get her
court-martialed "… is not..."
Mac took pity on her. "It's ok, Lieutenant, we know."
The woman sighed in relief. "So you'll investigate?"
"Well we are not here for that." Harm lied "But we'll see what we can
do."
The reply didn't go too well with Lieutenant Sheila Evers but it was
more than she had when she had first walked in. "Thank you."
"Dismissed." Mac said.
"Aye!"
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1906 LOCAL
OUTSIDE MAC'S QUARTER'S
After five hours of interviews all Mac wanted to do was hit the sack.
She left Harm finishing up the notes and headed for her quarters.
After a shower and a few hours sleep, she figured she'd feel human
again, so she arranged to meet him for dinner.
"Well! Well! Well! What have we here?"
Mac heard the familiar voice of Colonel Tom Lawson. Even after all
this time, she'd know it anywhere. Lt Evers had been right, a woman
doesn't forget that sort of experience easily. She turned to face him.
"Evening Colonel."
"Is that the best you can do?" he leered. He couldn't help himself it
was automatic.
"May I help you sir?" she replied.
"Well, when you put it that way." He said.
"Did you have something in mind sir?" she tried to remain calm.
[Surely he isn't going to blatantly proposition me?] She thought.
"Oh, yes." He assured her. "But it can wait." He changed tactic
"Welcome to the Philippines, where the war front has moved to and
the locals don't want us."
"Something I should know, Sir?" Mac was all formality.
"Eventually." He leaned on a nearby post. "I hear an investigation
brings you here to my neck of the woods?"
She fed him the party line.
"Mmmm. Interesting. When you have some free time I'd like for us to
socialize a bit. We didn't have much time last time." He offered.
"If memory serves, Sir, the last time I had to defend myself quite
firmly." They obviously had different interpretations of the incident.
"You're a beautiful woman and I lost my head. I assure you that that is
not who I am. I wish to apologize and make amends. Although
nothing happened." He replied. "Give me the benefit of the doubt and
you'll see you'll owe me an apology, Colonel, for your suspicions."
Lawson told her.
"If I find that I was wrong, I'll give you one." Mac promised. "If I find
that I am right, I'll give you something entirely different. Am I clear?"
"Crystal" He grinned her. "Night, Colonel." He sauntered off.
Mac turned and continued to her quarters.
===========================================
1035 LOCAL
INVESTIGATION ROOM
"I still don't see why we can't just come out and say we are
investigating Lawson." Mac grumbled.
Harm sighed. Mac, the marine, at times was too much for this Navy
boy to handle. "Mac, the man's a senior officer with a lot to lose, he
might try to interfere with the investigation. Not to mention that he
might try to cover things up or intimidate the victim -- or victims. I can't
believe that is happened only to Lt. Evers. There has to be more.
Also, he may try to coerce potential witnesses."
Mac remained silent but Harm knew her. "Mac? What's wrong?"
"Nothing." She replied innocently.
His eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"Nothing." She repeated. She looked at the witness list. "We'd better
continue with the interviews."
He shook a finger at her. "You're up to something."
She gave him an exasperated look.
"All right, all right." He teased "… I'll find out sooner or later. Who's
next?"
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2020 LOCAL
INVESTIGATION ROOM
It had been a long day and Mac was tired. Harm had gone off
somewhere. She had no idea where. She stretched out and idly
compared the conditions in the Philippines to that of Afghanistan. Her
thoughts were interrupted…
Second Lieutenant De Foe walked in. "Evening, Ma'am, have you
seen Commander Rabb?"
"Nope." She replied. He looked putout. "There a problem,
Lieutenant?"
"I don't know, Ma'am. The General asked for the Commander." He
replied.
"Maybe I can help." She volunteered.
"I don't know, Ma'am. The General asked for the Commander." He
repeated.
She signed. "Well, he's not here and all you've got is me."
"I don't know, Ma'am. The General asked for …"
"…. the commander." She finished. Mac stood. "Lieutenant. Let's go
see what the General needs."
"Aye, Ma'am" he still looked doubtful.
+ + +
2031 LOCAL
GENERAL ARTHURS' OFFICE
Having gotten over the disappointment of not getting the Commander,
General Arthurs' reluctantly settled for Mac.
"I need a JAG." He grumbled.
"You got one, Sir." Mac was irritated but maintained her poker face.
"Abu Sayyaf has had an American missionary couple and a Philippine
nurse hostage for the past eight months in their remote jungle camps.
Intelligence thinks they have found the camp." Arthurs' revealed.
Mac made no comment.
"I'm about to send in one hundred and sixty Special Force Troops to
effect a rescue. They are deployed here on the island for the counter-
terrorism exercises. They have with them the sophisticated equipment
needed, including night vision goggles and unmanned spy planes to
help pinpoint just such rebel hideouts."
Still Mac made no comment.
"Are you aware of the legalese regarding troop movement here?" He
asked.
Now she spoke. "According to the Philippine constitution, overseas
troops are not allowed to enter into combat on Philippine soil unless
under a formal treaty. These exercises are ostensibly to provide
training to Philippine troops in their campaign to root out the Abu
Sayyaf fighters, not to extend the war front."
"You see the problem." The General grumbled.
She did. "Have we been asked to assist in this maneuver, Sir?" Mac
needed a loophole.
"Only informally, by my counterpart." His regard for her was changing.
Mac's brain raced. "Sir what are the odds of a training exercise taking
place at 2300 tonight and the session coming across an Abu Sayyaf
camp?"
He grinned. "I'd say damned high!" he jabbed his intercom. "Get me
Colonel Jackson ASAP!" he turned to Mac. "Thank you, Colonel."
"You're welcome. That all, Sir?"
"Not by a long shot." He replied.
Jackson walked in. "You sent for me, Sir?"
"Yes you and the Lt. Colonel here are going to be running a training
exercise at 2300 tonight at these coordinates." He began pointing to
the maps on the wall as he briefed them.
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2347 LOCAL
ISLAND OF JOLO
Mac had made a mad dash to her quarters to get squared away for
the mission. She had looked for Harm but he was still nowhere to be
found. So she had left without briefing him.
Since they had begun their romantic relationship, a little over a month
ago, they had had the "if I don't come back from a dangerous
assignment" talk several times. After all, they were military officers in
a time of war. But still, she would have liked to have seen him, even
briefly, before she left. It was incredible to her just how much strength
she drew from this man.
Now here she was in the sweltering jungles of the Philippines about to
effect what was an illegal mission, under the guise of training. Her six
was on the line. [Why else do you think the grizzly sent you?] She
thought. She slapped her neck. The place was a hive of activity:
mosquitoes, crickets and frogs, to name a few, sang the song of the
night. Her clothes stuck to her both from the humidity of the jungle
and her own sweat.
She wiped her brow. As the Judge Advocate on site, it still rested with
her to authorize the target.
"Goldilocks, this is Papa Bear, do you read?" The voice of the
advance team came through on the handheld radio.
[Who thinks of these code names?] Mac wondered as she listed to the
conversation.
"Goldilocks here go ahead Papa Bear." Colonel Jackson replied
softly.
"The porridge is cold. Do you read … I repeat the porridge is cold."
The soldier reported.
"Copy that. Return to the den, Papa Bear. Out." Jackson turned and
cursed. "Sorry." He apologized to Mac.
"No need. I've used them myself when needed. Great stress
relievers." She grinned with him. "I take it that the hostages are no
longer where expected."
He nodded. "Mission aborted."
The team regrouped and returned to base with no encounters with the
Abu Sayyaf.
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NEXT DAY - 0800 LOCAL
MAC'S QUARTER'S
Mac groaned as the continuous pounding on her door finally woke her
up. She fell out of the bed and groped her way to the door. She flung
it open to find Harm about to start another round of banging on the
door.
"Damn it, Harm." She growled.
"Where the HELL have you been!" He demanded as he strode past
her and entered the room.
"Welcome" She snarled as she closed the door after him. "Did it ever
occur to you to ask the General?"
That gave him pause. "The General? I thought…"
She was out of her fog by now. "Thought what!" her eyes narrowed.
"Nothing." He backed down. He caught her outfit. "Mac why are you
in BDUs and your face… you were on a mission!"
She nodded. "I looked for you, but didn't have time to search or leave
a message. It was gear up and get out. I just got back."
He had the decency to look embarrassed. "Sorry."
"For what? For disappearing with out a clue? Sorry for waking me up?
Sorry for what, Harm?" she challenged.
"For everything. Look I'll leave you to get some zzs and I'll see you
later." He proposed.
Too tired and grubby to argue she nodded.
Harm turned to leave, but, then thought better of it and bent to kiss the
top of her head; first.
She appreciated the gesture. She'd of liked better to have him come
to bed and hold her, but still, this simple act comforted her greatly.
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1309 LOCAL
MESS HALL
She'd slept, bathed and changed into clean clothes. That was Mac's
definition of human. It was missing one more component, however –
food. She headed for the mess hall; once fed she'd be ready to do
battle with the world.
The line was not as long as it could have been, but it wasn't short
either. She grabbed a tray and the necessaries and joined the queue
and chatted with the persons on the line as her eyes wandered
around. She wasn't looking for anything in particular, her eyes just
drifted around noting empty seats as possible spaces to have lunch,
when her eyes fell on a couple. She stared.
Harm was seated with Lt. Evers, seated rather closely, Mac noted.
Suddenly he flashed his flyboy grin at the woman who laughed at
whatever it was he had said. Mac couldn't help herself; it was
compelling watching her man flirt outlandishly with the young woman.
She hadn't realized that they had become friends. In an instant, she
wondered where Harm had been the previous day when she'd looked
for him before her jungle mission, and why he hadn't looked for her
until this morning. Could he have been with the young Lieutenant?
She was very attractive.
The line moved along and Mac automatically moved with it, but she
continued to watch as though it were the cliffhanger to a soap opera.
When he suddenly shifted position and placed his arm over the back
of the woman's chair; she closed her eyes. When she opened them
the line had moved along and it was now her turn to be served.
Once done, Mac tuned to pick a spot to sit – preferably away from the
unfolding interaction. Of course her eyes went automatically to the
duo. The Lieutenant was now completely under Harm's spell.
She hesitated, not sure where to sit, when suddenly….
"Colonel Mackenzie!" Colonel Jackson called.
She turned towards the voice but in her peripheral vision, she saw
Harm's head snap up.
"Colonel Mackenzie, come join us!" Jackson invited.
She joined the Colonel and a number of the team from the mission
and sat with her back to Harm.
As groups do at the lunch table, they chatted about nothing in
particular until Jackson suddenly said. "Mac I'm having a birthday
bar-b-que on Sunday. Anyone told you about it?"
"I'm afraid the conversations I've been having with the folks round
here don't lend themselves to bar-b-ques." She smiled.
The group chucked. "It's the Colonel's birthday." Captain Phillips said.
"Any excuse to let the hair down." Jackson explained. "So consider
yourself and Rabb invited. Phillips here will show you the way."
She nodded "Thank you. Do we bring anything?"
"EMPTY STOMACHS!" The entire table chanted as one. The mess
hall burst into laughter as the chorus could only be about one thing.
Mac's smile deepened. JAG would always have a place in her heart
but there was something to be said for field assignments.
If asked what she had had for lunch she could honestly say that it
tasted like cardboard. She'd completely lost her appetite but had
eaten anyway.
She really tried not to watch Harm with the young Lieutenant during
lunch, but she couldn't help stealing an occasional glance. After a
while, they got up and left together, laughing and talking. They were
obviously enjoying each other's company. Mac could not blame Lt.
Evers. Harm was the most interesting and exciting man in the world --
and so damn good looking.
+ + +
Later that afternoon, Harm showed up while she was in their
temporary office going over all the official statements they had
collected, he sat down across the table from her. "Anything jump out
at you?" he asked.
"Yeah, Lawson seems careful about going just so far. He propositions
women, but always uses language that, when repeated, could be
interpreted a number of ways. The victims know exactly what he
means, but the words aren't entirely damning."
"Clever bastard." Harm concluded.
"Yeah, he is." She rubbed her sore neck and stretched a little.
Harm stood and moved behind her to massage her shoulders, then
leaned down to kiss her neck.
Mac pulled away, as though she had been burned. Standing, she
walked away from him.
"What's wrong?" he ventured.
"Harm, where were you last night when I looked for you before the
mission?"
"Doing research, why?"
"Was Lt. Evers helping you with your research?"
"As a matter of fact, she was. How did you know?"
"I didn't know that the two of you had become so close."
"I wouldn't say close, really."
"Give it up, Harm. I saw the two of you in the mess hall. It was all you
could do to keep your hands off her; and she was swooning."
"Oh, God!" Harm exclaimed. He moved toward her, trying to put his
arms round her, but she resisted.
"Don't touch me!" she spat.
"Sarah, surely you don't think…. Baby, let me tell you what
happened." He couldn't believe she was jealous -- over this.
"I don't need details. I think I can imagine what happened." The ire in
her voice was scathing, Hadn't he all but admitted to being with this
woman? She couldn't believe it. Her whole world was crumbling. She
had known all along that it was just too good to really be true. It was
just that she had allowed herself to think that this relationship with
Harm might be the real thing. She'd been naïve and had let her guard
down. Still it hurt. How could he!
She stormed out of the room, leaving him bewildered.
TWO HOURS LATER
MAC'S QUARTERS
She knew it was Harm, but she opened the door anyway. He crossed
the threshold into the room, closing the door behind him. One glance
at her beautiful face showed that she had been crying. It broke his
heart. He would rather die than hurt her.
His hand moved to gently touch her shoulder. "Sweetheart, let's talk."
Mac was calmer this time. "There's really nothing to talk about, Harm."
"It's not what you think, Sarah. Please let me explain."
She turned away from him and sobbed. "I don't think I can see you
right now. Please leave."
Harm wanted to protest, but felt her pain, so he didn't. Instead, he
said, "We will discuss this later. I love you." And left.
She stared at the door. How could he do something like this then say
he loved her? He really did not care -- that's what hurt the most.
+ + +
LATER
MESS HALL
Harm looked for her at dinner but didn't see her. He waited around
after he had eaten in case she came at the later seating. But Mac did
not come. Now, he was worried. His marine never missed a meal.
He went back by her quarters, but no one was there. Tomorrow they
were scheduled for an early start for interviewing more personnel.
He'd turn in, get a good night's sleep and be here to pick her up first
thing.
Try as he might, though, sleep did not come easy on this night. Had
he blown the only really important relationship of his life over a stupid
misunderstanding? No, he'd just have to make her listen to the truth
about what had happened.
===========================================
MAC'S QUARTERS
BEFORE DAWN
A hazy fog hovered over Sarah Mackenzie as she slowly wakened to
a pounding in her head. Or…no, it was at the door. Checking the
bedside clock against her internal timekeeper, she wondered who in
the hell would be waking her up at 4:30 in the morning. It could have
something to do with the case, so she got up and trudged to the door.
It was Harm. She had been dreaming about him, and it was a
disappointment to wake without his arms around her. But then… it all
came flooding back --Lt. Evers, everything.
"Damn it, Harm, it's the middle of the night."
He didn't really wait to be asked before coming in. "It's almost
morning, and I couldn't sleep without you."
"I'm surprised someone else wasn't there to take my place."
"There could never be anyone else in my life. You know that, Mac.
This has been the most miserable night I can ever remember. We
have got to straighten this out."
"I'm too tired to play games with you." She yawned. "I just want to
know one thing. Do you love her?"
"Who? No. I don't love anybody except you. And I miss you, Sarah."
"What about Lt. Evers?"
"I don't think she made up the allegations against Lawson."
"Of course she didn't. Did you think she did?"
"I had some doubts. We couldn't find any other female personnel who
had supporting stories, so I investigated how Evers would respond to
male attention."
"How?" she was beginning to wake up now.
"I gave her some unsolicited attention. She was a little flirty, but she
did not respond dramatically like someone who was looking for
somebody to accuse."
"That's what you were doing with her in the mess hall yesterday!" a
light was coming on, now.
"Yeah, I can't believe you were jealous."
"You could have let me in on the plan."
"And I should have. I'm sorry. There wasn't really time. I felt like it was
the right time to do it if I was going to find out anything."
She looked into his eyes. "I'm sorry I overreacted and didn't let you
explain."
"It surprised me. I thought our relationship was more secure. I thought
you knew how much I love you." With this, he moved closer to drape
his arms lovingly around her.
She circled her arms around his shoulders and kissed him. It was full
of passion and meaning. Her world began to rebuild around her. How
could she have doubted him?
His hands roamed up and down her back as he pulled her close.
The kiss ended only because they were forced to breath. She took his
hand and led him toward the bed.
"Baby, it's almost time for work." It was a hollow protest on his part.
"Just hold me for a few minutes." Mac asked. He willingly complied.
"So, you think Lawson is guilty, them?" she asked.
"I do, but I'd feel more confident about it, if we had another woman
who could provide supportive testimony about his behavior."
"We do."
"Hunh? Who?"
"Me."
"Lawson came on to you, just in the few days we've been here?"
"Yeah, and in Afghanistan too."
She felt Harm's muscles tense. "Why didn't you tell me before?"
"Because I didn't want you to go off half cocked and get yourself in
trouble."
"I'm fully cocked." He pulled her closer. "I'm going to kill the S.O.B, but
I'm fully in control of myself."
Mac's hand on Harm's shoulder restrained him. "You're not going to
kill him. We're going to nail his sorry ass to the wall."
"How?"
They spent the next hour or so talking. Mac reported to Harm about
her encounters with Lawson, including how she had defended herself.
Then, together they hatched a scheme, which would allow Lawson to
incriminate himself, and prevent him from victimizing any other
women. As they lay on her bed, holding each other; they
rehabilitated their relationship, confessed their love and put the
finishing touches on their investigation.
They were a little late for their first meeting, but the world was back in
an even kilter.
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SUNDAY – 1325 LOCAL
COLONEL'S BAR-B-QUE
Whenever, wherever
We're meant to be together
I'll be there and you'll be near
And that's the deal my dear
It looked like the entire base was on hand. It really was an
opportunity to relax. Harm and Mac could not only hear the music but
as they approached they could also feel it.
They rounded the corner, entered the yard and were immediately
spotted.
Hey baby baby hey baby baby hey
Girls' say girls' say
Hey baby baby hey baby baby hey
"Colonel! Commander!" Captain Phillips greeted them over the
pounding music.
"It's a Sunday bar-b-que call me Mac." She replied.
"By all means, Ma'am!" Phillips accepted "Dance with me, Ma'am?"
Having had a similar struggle with Bud and Harriet, Mac gave up while
she was ahead. "Lead the way!"
Harm was happy to stay put. He spied Lt. Evers and prayed to all
Gods known and unknown that the woman kept her distance. So far
at least one God was listening. Two beers and twenty minutes later
he was still at the same spot watching Mac this time in a conga line.
Watching the movements of her incredible body was something he
could sure get used to.
Tonight I'ma give it to you, throw it to you
I want you to come prepared, ohhh yeah (oh yes)
Boy it's been a long time, a crazy long time
And I don't want no minute man, and that's real
Give it to me some more
Suddenly the line swerved, and as Mac went by she grabbed him, and
just like that he was on the dance floor. Her hand on his arm had felt
natural, but it was when it slid down to grab his butt that he had been
excited into the motion of the dance. This overly familiar gesture was
part of their purpose in being here, but it still turned him on.
"Hey!" The rambunctious group greeted the new addition.
As the song died down the chef, who happened to look a lot like
Colonel Jackson, shouted, "Come and get it!"
In a move worthy of any branch of the military the conga line never
broke formation. The long snake of humans moved as one and
formed a line at the food counter. Harm held firmly to Mac's waist until
it was time to take his plate. She smiled seductively over her shoulder.
+ + +
Armed with a sample of everything that was being offered, whether
recognizable on not, Harm and Mac headed for the shade of a tree to
tuck in.
"Did you spot him?" Mac asked in a muffled voice.
"Don't speak with your mouth full." Harm teased, "Yes. He hasn't
taken his eyes off you for a moment. Well maybe a moment… but he
has been watching."
Mac swallowed and retorted. "Funny Rabb." He shrugged his
shoulders and stuck the fork with food into his mouth. "I suppose that
it is safe to say that Colonel Tom Lawson is hooked. We just need to
reel him in."
His mouth full Harm nodded his agreement.
"Glad you agree." She said. "Now all I need to do is enjoy myself."
"… because so far it has been all work." Harm said mockingly.
She stuck her tongue out at him.
"Oh eloquent Colonel. Eloquent." He replied. "Stick that out at me
again and be prepared for the consequences."
She waived her coke bottle at him before she drank from it.
"Promises, promises."
As the day proceeded, they stayed close together. They danced and
held hands and touched, all as though they were trying to be very
discreet. This show was only intended for an audience of one. Harm
even stole a few well-planned kisses.
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SUNDAY – 2213 LOCAL
MAC'S QUARTER'S
It had been an exhausting day, if not thoroughly enjoyable. It was now
time to execute the game plan. The partners sat in Mac's room. "I
can't believe that he followed us back." Mac said.
"What's this we thing?" Harm replied, "It's you he followed."
She stood. "I'm going to bed."
He remained seated as she headed for the bathroom. When she
emerged in t-shirt and shorts he was still rooted to the spot. "Harm?
You ok?"
"I don't know what to do. Now that we are actually executing the plan,
do I stay in the chair or on the bed?"
She burst out laughing.
He glared at her. "Something funny, Mac?"
She walked up to him and whispered in his ear. "The moment I lie in
that bed and fall asleep can you really resist?"
He gulped. "Point, Counselor."
Draping her arms loosely around his neck, she continued to whisper
"and so?"
He looked her in the eye. "Have I told you lately that I love you?"
"Not in a long time. I suggest you have much making up to do." She
moved to the bed. "I'm going to bed. Do what comes naturally to
you."
"Oh, now you asked for it!" He warned.
"Promises, promises." She replied.
He didn't come to bed immediately. She wondered for a moment if,
perhaps, he might not join her at all. Just as she began to relax and
drift toward sleep, however, she felt his strong arms circle her and his
powerful hands begin to roam over her body.
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MONDAY - 2109 LOCAL
MAC'S QUARTERS
There was a knock on Mac's door.
"Who is it?" She called. She had just left Harm so unless he'd
forgotten something it couldn't be him.
"Tom Lawson." The voice said through the door.
"Just a minute." She called. She paused long enough to switch the
surveillance equipment on and then headed for the door.
"May I come in?" He asked.
She swung the door open for him to enter. "May I help you, Colonel?"
"Always, and please, it's Tom. It's Mac, right?"
She repeated her question.
"I came about that date you promised me." He explained.
"First, I promised no such thing and second, it's late." She pointed put.
He moved towards her and she moved away. "Is there nothing I can
do to change your opinion of me?"
"Why is it so important to you?" she enquired.
"I keep saying this: you are beautiful and smart – an irresistible
combination."
"So you keep saying."
"Looks like Rabb thinks so too." He said.
"You lost me."
"I don't think so. I know you gave Rabb some, so what's wrong with
me?" he demanded.
"Colonel…"
"Tom" he corrected.
She didn't skip a beat. "… are you suggesting …"
"Don't give me that!" He snapped. "You think I don't know that Rabb
bedded you last night! What I want to know is why you won't put out
for me!"
"Colonel! I will have you know that the who, what, where, when, why
and how of my sexual life is NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS! NOW GET
THE HELL OUT OF MY ROOM!"
+ + +
It had been a long day of continued investigations. Harm had dropped
Mac off at her room and had wandered aimlessly around. Tom
Lawson, so far, hadn't approached Mac, despite their show the day
before. But he had other things on his mind. He loved Mac but, as
usual, he had messed up and he had come so close to loosing her
that he dared not breath. He needed for her to believe that she was
the only one for him, but how?
Coming up with no strategy, he eventually he returned to his quarters.
He opened the door and heard the equipment recording. That meant
only one thing -- that Tom Lawson was in Mac's room! He groaned.
Mac was dealing with the slime ball and he was nowhere near as
backup. He switched the monitor on.
The sound of Mac's voice ricocheted throughout his room "…NOW
GET THE HELL OUT OF MY ROOM!"
Harm watched as Lawson reached for Mac. That was all he needed.
+ + +
Lawson reached for Mac. "I don't think so. Mac. If you can give it to a
Commander, I figure you can give it to a Colonel. After all, I'm higher
up on the food chain."
She dodged his reach. How could this man have gone through the
ranks and not get caught? She could not believe the unfolding scene.
He moved forward again, and this time she was caught as her back
came up against the bedroom wall. He tried to kiss her. She
struggled to avoid him.
Suddenly, the door crashed open as two burley MPs rampaged in with
Harm following close behind.
"Get this man off me and arrest him!" Mac roared.
"Aye, Ma'am!"
As Lawson struggled in the embrace of the two security officers he
scanned her. "All you had to say was 'no.' "
Harm snorted.
"If you remember, I told you once that if I found that I was wrong about
you that I'd give you an apology." Mac reminded him "But if I found
that I was right about you, that I'd give you something entirely
different. Well, here it is. Colonel Tom Lawson you are under arrest. I
am charging you with one count of assault and two counts of conduct
unbecoming an officer and a gentleman. And that is to start. Get
yourself a good lawyer."
"Get him out of here." Harm ordered.
After the men had gone Harm spoke to her. "You ok?"
She nodded. "I'm also charging the General with dereliction of duty
for not reporting Lt. Evers' complaint."
"Remind me not to get into your sights when you are mad." Harm
said.
"Oh, but you are in my sights, Commander." She stated.
He gulped. "Mac..."
"Harm, it's been a long night and I'm tired. Goodnight."
"But Mac…" he began.
"Remember to turn off the surveillance tape when you get back to
your room." She said. He paled. He'd forgotten that they were being
recorded.
As she put him out she spotted the door. "Damn it! My door is broke I
need a new room."
Harm quickly went next door to shut off the taping equipment. Then,
he returned, entering through the damaged doorway. "You can't stay
here, without even a door." He commented.
"You have something else in mind?" she smiled seductively.
"Come to my room, Let me take care of you tonight."
Without responding, she let him lead her to his quarters. "I am tired."
She reminded him.
He sat her on the edge of the bed, and then moved behind her to
massage her neck and shoulders. She sighed.
They gave in to the mutual feelings of desire and passion that
overwhelmed them. Afterward, they lay securely together, reveling in
the sheer joy of each other.
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1345 LOCAL
INVESTIGATION ROOM
Harm and Mac were clearing up the paper work on the case when Lt.
Evers walked in.
"Sir?"
"Come in, Lieutenant." Harm waived her in with his best flyboy grin.
Mac grimaced.
"I told you, its Shelia." She smiled, but it dropped when she spotted
Mac. "I just wanted to thank you for believing in me."
"You are welcome, Lieutenant." Harm replied emphasizing the rank.
Mac was remaining silent.
"I didn't expect for the General to be caught up in this as well."
"The General's feelings toward women in the military should have had
no bearing on how he handled your complaint. Let that be a lesson to
you." Harm explained.
"Yes, Sir." She was sober. "I heard that you are throwing the book at
Colonel Lawson."
He glanced at Mac. This was getting awkward. There were three
people in the room and it was obvious that one was abstaining from
the conversation.
Harm listed off the charges. "We are charging him with: Solicitation,
Attempted Rape, Assault, Conduct unbecoming an officer and a
gentleman and a variety of General Articles including: False swearing;
Obstructing justice; Wrongful interference with an adverse
administrative proceeding and anything else the Judge Advocate
General may feel needs adding."
"Wow!" she was impressed. "Will you prosecute, Sir?"
"I don't know." He replied. The lack of participation by Mac was
beginning to affect him. "We're busy here, Lieutenant. That'll be all."
"Sorry, Sir. Aye, Sir. Ma'am."
Mac nodded.
"What was that about!" Harm demanded as soon as he calculated
Evers could not hear.
"What?"
"You didn't say one word!" He accused.
"One was not needed." She pointed out.
"Ah hah." He said.
"You finish packing. I'm going to confirm our flight arrangements." she
said and waltzed out of the room leaving him standing alone among
the boxes of evidence.
"Is this how it's going to be?" he asked himself.
===========================================
0810 LOCAL
JAG HQ
The team had reported in to Admiral AJ Chedwiggen and they now
sat waiting for their CO to finish with his yeoman.
The Admiral was finally done and focused on his senior team. "That
was some piece of work, People." He leaned back in his chair. "Not to
mention the unorthodox manner in which the case played out."
Harm fought the urge to squirm "Well, Sir, it finally came down to
fighting fire with fire. There seemed to be no other way than to
provoke the Colonel."
"With spectacular results!" AJ grinned. "It was ingenious, People.
Confront the perpetrator with the thing that stresses him the most!
Colonel, I realize that you are a formidable opponent in the court
room, but it seems the Marines have a secret weapon in you."
"Thank you, Sir." She smiled. "It did take two to tango."
"Glad you noticed." Harm said.
"Well, I would have preferred the Marines." She said.
"Navy not good enough?" Harm asked.
"I'd like to hear that answer, Colonel." AJ piped.
She shrugged "They get there in the end."
Harm pointed at her. "I was there for you!"
"Eventually." She pointed out.
AJ shook his head "You're a hard woman, Colonel." He wrapped up
the session. "Welcome back, People. There is much work awaiting
you, not the least of which will be the court martial of Colonel Lawson.
But there is time for that."
"Aye, Sir." Harm said.
"Good to back, Sir." Mac said.
AJ nodded. "Good to have you all back. Dismissed."
===========================================
2010 LOCAL
MAC'S APARTMENT
Harm watched as Mac stirred a pot on the stove. "Dinner will be ready
very shortly." She announced.
Good," he replied, "I'm starving."
Harm, do you think the Admiral suspected anything… about us, I
mean?"
"No, I don't think so. We've always worked well together. Why would
he think anything had changed?"
"But, it has changed." She commented. With that, she moved close to
him and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist.
"For the better, I hope?" he finally replied.
"I think so." She concurred. "I still like working with you."
Mac led her partner and lover toward the living room couch. Harm,
ever mindful of what was going on around him, turned off the stove
and followed, obediently. They cuddled for a while, and then
continued making dinner.
While they ate, they discussed the case they had just returned from.
He was amused. "Are you telling me that you would have done it the
same way, even if I hadn't been there? You'd have pretended to be
with some other guy to make Lawson jealous?"
"If you weren't there, I might have been with some other guy?"
"So, my being thee wasn't important to you?"
"Oh, Harm, of course it was. I loved that we could work together and
really accomplish something, no matter what was going on in our
personal lives."
"Now that we are so close, we'll be an unbeatable team." He offered.
"We were always an unbeatable team."
"But life is better now.' He concluded.
She nodded, and they shared a deep, passionate kiss.
"Do you think our relationship will ever cause us problems working
together?" she thought out loud.
"It could, but it doesn't have to." He decided. "We can make this work
to our advantage, Sarah."
She smiled at him, but she wondered if it was true. Could their
romance really help their work? Or was it destined to always present a
problem for them?
They watched television and held each other for most of the evening.
+ + +
Several hours later, Harm carefully extricated himself from her
embrace and stood.
"Where are going?" she wanted to know.
"Home."
"Why?"
"The Jenkins appeal is number one on the court docket tomorrow,
and I really need to see my client before the hearing. That means a
very early morning for me. I don't want to wake you that early; you're
too tired and you really need your sleep. So, it's best all around if I just
stay at my place tonight."
"I don't sleep well without you anymore." As she said it, she stood and
circled her arms around his waist.
"I know, Baby; me either. But we're both wiped out from this
Philippines trip. I think it best if we try. I'll see you tomorrow at the
office though, right?
"You better."
"Buy you lunch after I finish in court?"
"Okay."
She kissed him with intensity and passion that almost made him
change his mind. But after he had left, and she was getting ready for
bed, she thought that this night apart might be good for them. She
couldn't explain to herself exactly what it was, but something about
their relationship had begun to feel strange.
Once in bed, sleep eluded her. She kept seeing Harm in her mind, but
not with her. Was this just moving too fast between them? They had
waited six years to deal with their feelings, and then all of a sudden
they were in this relationship. There was no thought, no planning --
just bam! It seemed good, but maybe it wasn't really working out. She
tried to stop this thinking. The time in the Philippines on such an
emotionally charged case had taken too great a toll on her. She didn't
really mean these doubts.
She got up and walked around the apartment, then headed back to
bed. Almost immediately the thoughts were back. After all, hadn't
Harm basically pressured this relationship into existence? She had
wanted to go slower to evaluate everything more.
Mac knew one thing for certain: she loved him, more than she could
imagine. But was that enough? Were they losing something else?
Was this really right -- right now? The pros and cons played out in her
head, over and over. She knew that she couldn't give him up, not
entirely. Maybe it would be best if they just stayed really good friends
who occasionally have earth-shattering sex. (Oh, yeah, that part of it
was good, very good.) Harm would never go for pulling back like that,
though. Every possible scenario played out in her insomnia- ridden
mind. How could she guarantee salvage on their relationship?
A little before dawn, she knew what she must do. She didn't
necessarily like it, but she knew. It was going to be so difficult. She
picked up the phone to call him. Like a lovesick teenager, she just had
to hear his voice.
When he answered, she was tempted to just hang up. Instead, she
just whispered. "I love you."
Harm was left holding the dead line. "Mac! Mac!" he called into it, but
she was already gone.
===========================================
1230 LOCAL
JAG HQ, FALLS CHURCH VA.
The Admiral had not been speaking lightly about the workload and
both Harm and Mac had been thrown in at the deep end. Harm was
faced with a pile of court appearances and this latest was the last day
of an Article 32 hearing to determine if his client should go to trial for
first-degree murder.
They were going to trial.
As soon as the Judge's gavel hit the desk indicating the end of the
session Harm was out the door in search of Mac. He felt a drive to
see her that he could not explain. Where the Marine was concerned
he didn't bother to explain the need. He needed to see the love of his
life and that was all his heart needed to know.
He headed for her office but it was vacant. He checked the kitchenette
it too was empty. He was about to check the library when Petty
Officer Tiner intercepted him. "You looking for the Colonel, Sir?"
"You know where she is?"
"She's gone to Quantico to get a deposition, Sir. Um, Sir, the Admiral
asked to see you as soon as you came out of court." He said.
"Thank you, Tiner." Harm headed for the Office of the Admiral.
+ + +
FIVE MINUTES LATER
"Sir, you sent for me?"
AJ Chedwiggen waived the senior lawyer in. "Commander. We have
as situation at Norfolk. The fire department there went to investigate
a bonfire and got more than they bargained for." He handed over the
file. "Be warned, Harm, the photos are graphic."
It wasn't often the Admiral used his first name.
"I'm sending you and Singer out there."
"Singer? Sir?" Harm cringed.
"Problem, Commander!" AJ's voice went up a decibel.
"No, Sir!" Harm hastened to assure his CO.
"Mmmm." He softened. "I know the Lieutenant's reputation and I also
know you'd rather have Bud. But he is in the first fortnight of a six
month assignment to the US Embassy in New Dehli as a legal
advisor."
"I'm happy for him, Sir." Harm declared.
"I know. You are expected at Norfolk ASAP, so I suggest you collect
the Lieutenant and get a move on. Dismissed."
"Aye, Sir!"
===========================================
1816 LOCAL
JAG HQ
Having spent the afternoon with Singer, Harm was worn out. The
crime was a gruesome one and Singer had all the finesse of a
Halloween creature. His need to see Mac was even more
overwhelming.
He spotted Tiner. "Tiner! The Colonel back yet?"
The Admiral was on his way home when he heard the question.
"Commander, my office, now!" The two men entered the office.
AJ closed the door and turned to face Harm. "Commander. The
President has decided on the countries we will be sending military
advisers to as part of our expanding war on terrorism." He started.
"Sir?" Harm was confused. Was he about to be reassigned?
"The orders arrived this afternoon from the SECNAV. Colonel
Mackenzie is TAD to India effective immediately." AJ announced.
Harm swayed. AJ dropped his case to catch him. "Commander! You
all right!"
"Sir… Yes, Sir!" Harm struggled with the news. "When does she ship
out, Sir?"
AJ checked his watch. "She is to be at Dulles within the hour." He
studied Harm. "Dismissed."
+ + +
Harm positively bolted to his office and dialed her cell number. There
was no way he'd get to her in time, a call would have to do.
"Lt. Colonel Mackenzie." Her voice came though.
"Were you going to leave without saying a word?" he accused.
"I left a message on your answering machine." She defended.
"Did you ask for this TAD?" He voiced his fear.
"No." She replied "but I think it is opportune."
"What? How!"
"I think we need time apart." She explained.
"I explained about Lt. Evers." He said.
"It's not about her. It's about us." She replied.
"Mac…"
"Look Harm this is not a conversation for a phone. We'll talk when I
get back." She promised.
"How long is the TAD?"
"Three months." She revealed.
"God damn it!" he shouted. The security guard looked his way.
"Goodbye, Harm." She said sadly.
"This is not over Mac. Not by a long shot!" he said then whispered "Be
safe, My Love." Then he hung up.
He flung the phone across the room. Mac was on her way to India
and Bud was already there, so why the HELL was he in DC with
slippery Singer?
THE END
