The Seven Sinners

by PiperBAnne

This is an Old one. Found it on another site. I wrote this in 2001 and wondered why it wasn't posted here. Mac's past is her present. Similar to the other story I have posted here

Title: The Seven Sinners
Author: PiperBAnne...
Summary: Mac's past becomes the present.
Rating: R Language. No real sex. Shipper friendly.
Disclaimer: THEY Are not mine.
Remarks: Enjoy!

Present

I walked into the JAG offices with one person on my mind, Mac. Maybe
I should have called her first, so she could come up with some excuse
for my being here. I don't really care what the others will think; I
have to get her out of here. The offices were quiet today, not many
people around. Bud and Harriet were talking together at a desk, Tiner
and the Gunny were at another. The Commander was nowhere to be seen.
Looking towards her office I noticed the door shut and the blinds
down, maybe she wasn't in.
"Harriet is the Major in?" I asked in a hurried voice. I have been
running around trying to find out what was going on all day.
"Mr. Webb!" Bud replied surprised.
"The major, IS SHE IN? Where is she?" I don't have time for games.
"Ah yes sir. She went in her office about ten minutes ago."
As if on cue there was a loud thump from inside her office. I hurried
to her door and opened it to find Mac on the floor. Bleeding from two
bullet wounds on her chest. I ran to her side and heard Harriet and
Buds cries for help and an ambulance. How do I tell them we are
already too late?

Fourteen years previously

Two years into marine training I was recruited by a government
agency. They were looking for the best and apparently I was. With
only one family member they saw me as a tool. No emotional
attachment's is what they said about us. There were seven of us.
Seven women to do the dirty work and to take down the bad guys. Women
who could get close enough to the male enemy to know all his intimate
secrets, but could also kill him with one hand. We all had our pasts,
our demons, and our secrets. We became a family working together. No
one knew what we did. There was no party or parade every time we
prevented a major terrorist act, or protected millions of American
children. We were unknown and liked it that way; the media would just
dig into our pasts.

Present

"Where is the ambulance?" I heard the Admiral yell from behind me.
He and Rabb ran into the office when they heard Harriet yell for
help. Rabb was now on the other side of Mac helping me put pressure
on the wound. I looked around and saw her window opened the man
across the street in an upstairs window. A sniper.
"Get people to that upstairs apartment across the street before he
gets rid of the evidence!" I could not let him go. The most important
friend in my life was lying in my lap bleeding to death, and I will
not let the shooter get away. I wanted to cry. But I could not loose
it now. She never lost it when I needed help.
"Webb what happened?" I looked up to see Harm with unshed tears in
his eyes. So we do have something in common, and are both afraid to
loose it. I am surprised he isn't wringing my throat for answers.
Maybe he sees I am as upset as he is. The difference was she was in
love with Rabb, and as much as Webb loved her he would never take her
from him.
I shook my head to tell him I did not know. I did know but couldn't
find the words. I looked down to Mac and saw her eyes were opened and
she was crying. She was not focussing on anything. She looked
drugged. When she started to mumble I placed my ear to her mouth and
looked up in surprise.
"What is she saying?" the Admiral asked.
"It's French. She is talking to someone in French." Rabb looked at me
confused. When he noticed my saddened reaction.
"What is it Webb? Who is she talking to?"
"She is talking to a friend who died ten years ago. She was telling
her how beautiful the light was. You hear me Mac? You aren't going
anywhere MacKenzie. Not like this. We had a deal remember? You
promised me."
"She's not breathing! Where are the Paramedics!" Rabb cried.

Ten years Ago

They sent us out on the mission with little information on the group
we were getting involved with. The CIA was involved in this little
shindig, as much as the girls and I protested, there was nothing I
could do. The CIA hates to give out information to operatives they
don't trust, but it wasn't them who had to go home with the enemy,
now was it? Pricks. I hate the CIA. Here we are four weeks into the
mission and everything is going wrong. This wasn't just any other bad
guy we figured out. He was the biggest crime boss in the US drug
smuggling community. He had ties with police, FBI, and CIA agents all
over the world. As it turns out the mission was so the CIA could find
their leaks, but they found them too late. Three of us were dead. The
other three and myself were hanging on. Alicia, the French Maiden, we
called her, was with me in one room, and the others were locked
elsewhere. We have been tortured and raped by the men in this house.
If I get out of this I know I will survive. I have survived my life
so far; I was not going to let this run me down. I want revenge for
my friends. There was a sound outside the door and Alicia and I got
ready for a fight. Since we have been tortured we have been able to
brake a few noses and arms, killed on guy. We don't ever give up
without a fight. When the door opened neither of us recognized the
man who snuck in.
"You better be prepared for a fight." I snarled at him.
"Shh." He motioned. "Clayton Webb. CIA." Looking like he is here to
save the day.
I studied him. He was a little younger then I, but had skin like a
baby's behind. Obviously from some rich family, probably paid his way
into the CIA for fun. The CIA really does want us to die in here. I
thought to myself. I could kick him down and out in one swoop.
"We are going to get out of here. Here." He handed us weapons. Thank
God. At least the boys aren't completely stupid.
"Just get that door opened and we can take care of ourselves."
The truth yes, about five days ago. Now Alicia could hardly walk and
I haven't slept in all the time we have been hear.
He looked at me oddly.
"I know you girls don't like help. I understand that. But it is my
job to get you out of hear and I am going to do just that. Besides
you look like hell."
Smug little bug, isn't he?
"Fine. If we do this we have to do it now. It is dinnertime. The men
are in the kitchen."
He nodded. I suppose he already knew this. At least he didn't try to
rub it in my face.

Present

The EMT's finally arrived, reviving Mac and placing her on the
stretcher. The place was swarming with officers. All wanting to know
what was going on, who was responsible. I was heading out with Rabb
and the others when a suited man I recognized well grabbed me by the
arm.
"We have to talk. We have to clean the situation"
I was furious. I would have attacked him if the Admiral weren't
calling me of. He wasn't my boss in any way, but I know how AJ can
throw a punch. I grabbed the suit by the collar and pushed him
against the wall.
"Listen to me now. I am going to go to the Hospital with MacKenzie
and keep an eye on her. You are going to find out how they found her
and the others. Are going to call their friends and family and tell
them their friend, daughter, wife, is dead, because we weren't able
to keep them safe like we promised. Then maybe we can talk about how
this is all coming out in the open.
The CIA is the reason for this and for once we are going to clean up
our own mess. GOT IT?"
The others just watched and listened with confusion.
"Webb I want answers when this is all over." The Admiral bellowed.
I nodded to him and watched Mac being put into the back of the
ambulance followed by Rabb holding her hand.
"Come on I will drive us to the Hospital."

Ten Years Ago

By the time we reached the outside of the compound Alicia was shot
and killed. I returned the gesture by shooting him between the eyes.
She died in my arms running out of the place. I would not let them
have her in body. It wasn't until we reached the CIA vans and agents
that I noticed Clayton was no longer by my side. Alicia's body was
being covered and placed in a van with the other three bodies we
recovered. The compound was burning down behind me, as I went in
search for the smug bug. I found him being treated for gunshot
wounds. How did I miss that?
"He's not responding." The Medic roared.
I ran to the gurney and placed my hand on his face. "Clay? Come on
Clay. You are too stubborn a kid to die on company time." I joked I
wasn't going to let someone else die today with their blood on my
hands. He was so young. Not haunted by a past like the others and
myself. He doesn't deserve this.
"Come on. You're so smug. Prove them wrong. When you we get out of
this we can even get dinner or something. Talk about what we each
want in a future. Just don't die like this Clay. No one should have
to die like this." She was beginning to feel worn down from
everything that has gone on in the past four months. Or maybe it was
the last four years.
"Promise?" he asked with a weak smile.
She looked down into the eyes of Clayton Webb. She smiled.
"Yeah I promise. You did your job well. You don't deserve to die like
this." She repeated to him. Squeezing his hand softly.
"No one does." She whispered her words. Falling into a drugged
induced sleep.
"No one does." She responded sadly. Remembering all her friends who
have died.

Present

The waiting room was wall to wall with worried friends, and
coworkers, and one tired CIA agent. No one quite understood how he
was involved with everything going on, but they were all too worried
to ask. The Admiral had to order Rabb to sit and stop hassling the
nurses. Now he shows his feelings, Webb thought.
He knew in the past few months following the canceled wedding
ceremony, and Harms safe return, Mac and Harm have been skipping
around certain issues. Neither sure if the other was ready. Why does
love have to be so difficult? Mac was such a complex person with a
past no one else could emotionally survive.
She deserves to be happy. He wanted her to be happy. He would always
watch out for her and protect her, even when she was unaware. But he
could never be the one for her. There was already a man who she was
meant to be with. Rabb was just too pig headed. Webb looked up when
he heard the elevator doors open. Revealing his mother and Mac's
uncle Matt.
"Harm, Admiral. How is she?" Uncle Matt
"Clay how is she?" Mrs. Webb
They asked at the same time.

Nine Years Earlier

"So all the papers are in order, now? Ready to be signed and done
with?" Mac was sitting in his mother's den looking at him still not
believing everything she was hearing. They were offering her an out.
No more missions. No one knowing what the last five years have been
about, full cover. "Forgive me if I am just a bit iffy about trusting
the CIA, Clay."
In the last couple of months Mac has been spending a lot of time with
Clay. His mother was well aware of her importance in her son's recent
recovery, and helped the young woman anyway she could. She offered a
mother's ear, and touch. She could tell this young woman was opening
up and experiencing something's you should as a child through your
parents.
"Mac. They are offering a new beginning. A chance for that family you
are always talking about. A chance to live a real life, with people
who aren't trying to kill you. Take it Mac. It might be the last
chance you get. You will be protected. No one will be able to get to
you. You and the other two will be safe. For the first time in your
lives."
There was so much to think about. A Lawyer? They wanted her to be a
Lawyer? Cause you can fight like a lion' Clay had said. She had one
year to study while she was being located at Okinawa. Then she would
have to learn on her own. But with a full education background
written in ink. More lying, to people.
"I will do it." She whispered as she signed her name to yet another
document. Hopefully this one will save her life.

Present

"We don't know anything yet. The doctors are still working on her in
surgery." Harm replied to both but no one at all at the same time.
"It's all over the news." Uncle Matt told them.
"EVERYTHING is on the news Clay." She told him with a warning.
"What do you mean everything?" Harm and the Admiral spoke up. Not
liking the fact that Mac is obviously involved with Webb's family
somehow.
"The Seven Sinners." Uncle Matt, Mrs. Webb, and Clay responded.

Eight Years Ago

"Did you know there is a story among the Marines called The Legend
of the Seven Sinners?" She asked baffled while eating spaghetti with
Clay.
"Really? Let me guess seven marine women who can fight like 20 Seals,
and still look sexy ass hell seducing the enemy?" He asked with a
smile.
"You did know! Too bad they don't know the half of it. Part of the
truth in the story is that they are all dead." Her mood took a down
turn.
"Hey, enough about that. How is being a lawyer working out?"
"I really enjoy it. Have to study my butt off but I am getting there.
My problem has been in the love department. I thought I could find a
relationship with a man at Okinawa before I transferred out, but it
wasn't right." She really wanted to be happy with Farrow. He was so
kind to her.
"You will find the man for you Sarah. I know you will. You deserve it
too much." He smiled at her.
"That reminds me Clay. What ever happened to the divorce papers I
filed six years ago before joining the Seven Sinners'? There is no
record of it."
"I found out that when you signed into the group they had to do away
with any recent contracts or papers with your name on it. They wanted
you to disappear from reality. So they shredded the papers."
"So I am technically still married? I signed the divorce papers.
Hoping it was the last time I would have to face Chris again. Did he
ever get them?"
"From what I could find, no."
"Do you know what that means Clay? I committed adultery, and I can't
seriously tell people I didn't know I was still married. What am I
going to do? I can't do it now. I will have to find Chris and he will
ruin my life all over again." She was upset at the mess her life has
become again in just minutes.
Clay got up and kneeled down beside her.
"Mac it's not your fault. You know somewhere legally you are not
still married to Chris. The papers have to be somewhere. The
government did this to you. I don't think they would punish you for
it. Come on." He pulled her up him and started dancing with her.
Swinging her around the room, until she was laughing.
"What are you doing?" She asked
"What? I am dancing with the most beautiful woman in the room. Now
don't bust my chops Marine."
He was looking down at her smiling face.
"I wouldn't dream of it."
They were all serious now as his lips came down and lightly brushed
hers. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but he needed to feel her
lips once before he went on his mission. One he didn't tell her about
yet.
She sighed against his mouth as he rapped his body around hers. The
kiss deepened quickly and they both needed to feel the love of
someone else. They broke apart suddenly at the sound of the ringing
cell phone. Both trying to control their breathing.
"You need to get that." She walked away from him trying to straiten
her hair and dress. She turned to find him on the phone.
"Yes sir. I will be there shortly. I have to go Mac." He walked up to
her and took her hand. "I don't know when I will be back." He didn't
want to leave things like this.
"Clay. You know I love you. You have my love but we can't get
involved in a relationship with each other. It isn't fair to either
of us. Go and be safe. You will always be my friend." She grabbed her
stuff and hurried out the door before she could change her mind.

Present

"The Seven Sinners? Are you kidding?" The Gunny said
" Oh it's no joke." Clay said angrily.
Tiner turned on the news where another news report was beginning.
NEWS- "Today at JAG Headquarters a sniper shot Marine Major Sarah
MacKenzie through her office window. Officials are still
investigating the identity of the shooter who was later found dead in
a back alley near the original crime scene. CIA, FBI, and Secret
Service agents have all been on scene and around the Hospital where
MacKenzie still fights for her life. There has been no comment on
whether or not this shooting is in connection with Two other deaths
this morning. Mariah Carson and Jennifer Mason, both Marines were
found dead in their apartments this morning. Both died execution
style….

This Morning

Webb woke to the ringing phone. The caller informed him of the two
deaths this morning. He knew exactly who the two women were. Both now
had families and friends. A life they didn't have ten years ago. He
needed to call Mac. She was the last of the Seven. Her life was in
danger.

The phone was ringing. God I am not answering it now, not right now.
Harm was snuggled behind her kissing her right behind the ear. "You
going to answer that?" he asked with her earlobe between his lips.
"Never." She replied pulling the sheet over their heads.

Webb slammed the phone down, getting out of bed. Why now? Everything
was so peaceful.

Present

…Unofficial reports from sources shed light on a long running myth
about a group of woman hired by the government to take down
terrorists. No one has ever been able to find evidence that such a
group exists. Today the final cover up may be complete if the Colonel
does not survive her injuries. Stay Tuned, as new information is
uncovered.

"Someone is leaking out the information. That is how this all started
in the first place." Webb declared.
He looked at a room full of people all seeking answers. He would not
tell them everything. He has to let it come from Mac.
"Webb what do you know?" Harm and AJ were both sizing him up like
they were going to jump him.
"I know that it is not a CIA or FBI organization. All women were
picked from the best of their class. They all have no or little
family who would come calling if something were to happen to them.
And they were the best. Knocked out numerous groups of terrorist
groups on their own, without any other help from outside of the
Seven. There was a leak within the CIA and FBI. The leak was involved
with a crime boss transferring drugs in and out of the US. The CIA
asked for the help of the Seven. They were sent in without much
knowledge of what exactly was going on. The CIA screwed everything up
for them. The leak made the crime boss aware of the operation. Now
forcing the Seven into lock up is no easy task. They killed several
men and withstood countless injuries before they were secured. Three
of the Seven died there. One died in Mac's arms while we were
excepting. That was the first time I have ever heard of the group.
When I was sent in to get them out. That doesn't say a lot about how
much the CIA wanted them out safely. I was Twenty Five years old and
wet behind the ears."
"Mac saved my son's life that night. I will never forget that." Mrs.
Webb disrupted him.
"After the fall out of that mission. The Surviving three were offered
new lives and new jobs. You ever wonder why Mac is so good in court.
She taught herself everything there was in the law books. The Seven
disappeared into the woodwork and became a myth legend, until today.
When I was called this morning about the deaths of the other two I
tried to get a hold of Mac or Harm but I could reach neither." Webb
offered stealing a glance at the Commander. Noticing his new shade of
blush.
"That is all I can tell you. I don't know who exactly wants them all
dead. It has been ten years. You want to know more ask Mac. If she
wants to tell you everything she will. It is not my business."

"How did she save your life Webb?" Harm asked
"I was suffering from gun shot wounds, in shock and not responding.
Mac held my hand. Ordered me in her Marine mode. And promised me no
one deserved to die like that. That is what I tried to remind her of
in the office today."

"Who can I speak to about Sarah MacKenzie?" the doctor appeared in
scrubs.
When they all started to speak up the Admiral responded first.
"You can speak to all of us about Colonel MacKenzie."
"She suffered from two gunshot wounds to the chest. We have her on a
ventilator to help her lungs heal themselves. She isn't out of the
words yet but it looks incredibly good. We are replacing her lost
blood and we have the baby on a fetal monitor to make sure it doesn't
go into stress."
"Baby!" Harm, Webb, the Admiral, Uncle Matt, and Harriet all
exclaimed.
"Ah. Miss MacKenzie is four weeks pregnant. It looks promising for
both mother and child to pull through." The doctor turned to leave
the group.
"I guess there is another mystery about the Colonel. I wasn't aware
she was seeing anyone." Bud replied.
"She was seeing someone." Both Harm and Clay responded.
All eyes were on the two men. Wanting to know who was the father of
the Colonels baby. Webb turned to Harm.
"Congratulations Harm. You are a lucky man." Webb hugged him and
whispered in his ear.
"You hurt her and not even the Admiral will stop me."
Harm looked at the man before him with a new respect. Webb cared for
Mac.
"Thank You Clay. And I wouldn't think of it."
Webb left with his mother on one arm. He heard the congratulations
and happiness from all the people in the room. They all were grateful
that their friend was ok. Maybe have a few questions but at least she
was still in their lives.
"Come on mother. Let's go home."

THE END

SEVEN SINNERS SEQUEL

Mac looked through the window in her office. It was a bright sunny
day, but not bright enough to wash out all the shadows that have
fallen over her life. There was no where she wanted to be. No one she
felt she could go to. Everyone around her made her feel alnone.
She expected this. After her release from the hospital four months
ago, she knew the information about her previous assignment was all
over the media. Reporters were knocking on the door, writers wanted
her story for a TV movie, and guards were assigned, for your own
protection" the Admiral said. Her friends were trying to ignore the
subject of the "seven" to make her feel comfortable, but their
actions felt like avoidance. She wanted to talk about it, scream
about it. Never in her life has she been open to talk freely about
the "seven sinners" and now that it was out in the open she was dying
to tell her story.
Then there was Harm, she thought with a smile, while her hand
rested on her stomach. He has been so attentive to her every move.
Insisting that she move into his apartment, not wanting her to be
alone. She loved him more then anything, but he was smothering her.
She knew it was out of love for her and their child she was carrying,
but she has never allowed anyone to care for her completely, because
it always ended in pain.
Clay has been hanging around the headquarters since her release. He
has formed a friendship with Harm, to everyone's surprise. They have
been hanging out, talking about manly things'. They were quit a
pair. Both of them always concerned for her and the baby. Clay has
been seeing a lovely woman for the past two months. Mac was happy for
him. He deserved to be happy just as she did. But this New World she
walked into when leaving the hospital was hard to adjust too.
Everyone was just so damn happy all the time, smiling every time they
talked with her. Damn hormones.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the knock at her door.
"Hey Mac. Will a beautiful Marine go to lunch with a gorgeous
sailor?" Harm asked with a smile.
That was her boiling point.
"Will everyone just stop smiling and leave me alone for a couple of
hours! This is driving me crazy. You know what, forget it. I will
just leave." She grabbed her purse and headed past him. She was
startled to a stop when she reached the bullpen. Walking in was the
face of a man she killed years before.
"Mac what…?" He was confused by her sudden outburst, but even
more so by her sudden stop.
"Mackenzie. Well I have been looking forward to seeing you again,"
said the man from the other side of the room. Everyone in the bullpen
stopped what they were doing and looked between the man and Mac. Mac
reached in her purse and pulled out her handgun.
"You know I did this once already, maybe I'll get it right the second
time." She said pointing the gun at him.
"Ah ah. I wouldn't do that if I were you Sarah. We wouldn't want your
new friends to get hurt, now would we?"
Five men entered the bullpen armed, pointing their guns at
the people. Since it was the lunch hour there was only a handful of
people in the room and Mac saw no sign of her guards. Never trust the
CIA.
"You're not going to find those bodyguards of yours. You have been
the only worthy opponent, they never stood a chance. Now drop the
weapon Sarah, and your friends won't get hurt."
The Admiral who heard the commotion stepped out of his office.
"What the hell is going on here?"
The gunman who was talking to Sarah turned to the Admiral.
"Oh Admiral. Glad to see you could join us. You see my men and I have
taken the building, we are going to have a little discussion with
Sarah here and get some answers. You all may want to take a seat,
because it is going to be a long afternoon. I don't expect anyone to
get hurt, well maybe you Sarah. I have been waiting a long time for
this."
She continued to aim her weapon at him.
"Oh really Mathew's? Then why wait so long to show your ugly face
again? Like I said, I killed you once already and I won't hesitate to
do it again? I know your men well enough to know, once I take you out
they will not have the courage to shoot back. So, what's it going to
be? I am not in the mood for playing games with you."
"Oh yes. I heard you were expecting. Hormones are a bitch
aren't they? I remember when my lady was pregnant. Had a beautiful
boy. But you know what? I haven't seen him since you and your six
friends destroyed my life. Now I have destroyed theirs, tried to kill
you, but you have always been the tuff one. Probably the only one out
of them who know where my son is. You never once screamed when we
beat you, raped you, or burned you. Still have those scars Sarah?"
"I have a lot of scars, but I don't let them control my life."

Harriet, Bud, Tiner, Gunny, Singer, Harm, and the Admiral were the
ones left in the building during this exchange. Harm wanted to
protect Sarah, but the look on her face told him that she was under
control. She was the only one armed and it didn't appear that they
could overpower the men in the room. He has never seen the look in
her eyes that resided there now. She was in full Marine mode, and has
returned to her previous fight attitude. There was no telling what
she was planning to do, and the man kept pushing her.

"You have had quite a heavy burden in life haven't you? Poor little
Sarah Mackenzie spent quite a lot of time in the hospital as a child.
Broken arms, sprained ankles, concussions, one would have thought you
would have learned not to trust men. Didn't your mother ever teach
you that? Oh. That's right. Your mother left you. Smart woman. I
think I would have liked your father. He and I seem to have the same
love of seeing you in pain. Then there was Christopher. Always the
trouble- maker weren't you. He tried to keep you in line just like
your father, by throwing you down a flight of steps. Did you learn
your lesson? No. You turned to Eddie. Now Eddie was such a good
friend wasn't he? He didn't beat you like Chris or your father, but
he was able to keep you drunk. So drunk you didn't think twice about
getting in the car with him. Do you still feel guilt for letting him
drive that night? Great graduation present. Shall I go on?"

He motioned for the other to sit in the chairs his men had lined up.
"Don't stop on my account. But you are wasting your time. You think I
don't remember my life? I remember every detail. This is not going to
get you your son back."

"No but it is fun. I wonder if you will run if you get out of this,
now that all your friends know every detail of your past. I want you
to know I have done my homework. Followed you for years now, did you
know I was there?"
"Why? Surprised I didn't smell you coming? Get to the point
Mathew's, your just giving me more motivation to shoot a bullet into
your head."
"Oh I know you wouldn't. You may have always been tuff, but every
killing was always out of defense for your life and the others around
you, how noble of you. Another reason is you are with child. You
would never threaten the life of a child, that is the reason you took
my son away. I am guessing your uncle is responsible for this weak
side of you. He took you after that accident that killed Eddie. Got
you straightened out and signed you up with the Marines. Little did
anyone know the Marines weren't the ones who wanted you so badly.
After being recruited out of the Marines you joined the group known
as "the secret seven." This group let you flaunt every thing you love
about your wild teen years. Using your sexuality to make men weak and
then overpower them. Your little family destroyed my life. Would have
thought you were smart enough not to trust the CIA. Where is Clayton
Webb anyway? He has grown so much since the mission. Grew right into
his daddy's shoes.
Let's see after the mission where you ruined my organization,
Sarah Mackenzie appeared as a graduate right out of law school. You
never went to law school, taught yourself everything you know. Too
bad you weren't on my side. I could have used a woman like you among
my group. While you were out there trying to make a new life for
yourself, I was hiding out not far from where you left me. I want to
know where my son is, and I want to know now. But I know you would
never willingly give me his location, so I will just have to play a
game. This gun…" he said pulling out a handgun. " Has only one
bullet. Now I am going to pull the trigger pointing it at each of
your friends here. Well we can't call you her friend now can we?"
He asked Singer
"I loved how you set her up with that file in her car. Don't deny it.
It was beautiful and I saw it all. We will keep you in this game
Singer because if the gun does fire on your turn, Sarah will feel
guilty. What do you say Sarah? Want to play?"
The hand she held pointing the gun showed no sign of her
uneasiness. "I don't know what the CIA did with your son after I
RESCUED him from you. Where ever he is he is better off. You would
have just screwed him up!"
"Don't you dare tell me I was not a good father. I never touched my
son!" He yelled swinging the gun towards Mac. Ready to shoot at her.
"No!" Harm yelled standing.
A shot rang out in the bullpen.
Everyone went tense not sure of what just happened, and worried that
one of their friends had been shot.
"Harm?" Mac whispered. As she passed out.

HOSPITAL

The JAG staff had been waiting for 15 minutes for news on Mac. The
shot that rang out in the office was fired from Sarah's gun. Shooting
Mathew's right between the eyes, at the same time Webb's men showed
up and contained the other men. There was no visible reason for Mac
to collapse, but Harriet assumed it was from the excitement and
stress. She had noticed before that Mac had been stressed and
probably not sleeping. With that and the emotional toll they all were
just put through her baby was reminding her body of its presence.
"Harmon Rabb?" The doctor asked entering the room.
"Yes?"
"Sarah is going to be just fine. The baby just didn't agree with the
situation it was being force into and was fighting back. You are
going to have your hands full when the child is born."
"Looking forward to it." Harm replied with a smile. Making his
friends laugh.
"We aren't going to keep her over night. She will be released after
her blood pressure and sugar is at an appropriate level. But I do
prescribe that she gets plenty of rest. I also recommend not hovering
over her either Commander. Give her some room to relax. You may all
go and see her now."

Mac's Room

"Hey Sarah." Harm said as he entered the room. She was turned with
her back to the door and didn't respond.
"Mac. What's wrong?" He sat beside her and rested a hand on his back.
"I never wanted all this to happen, Harm. I never wanted everyone to
know everything. I have spent my whole life living lies and keeping
secrets. When everyone found out about the "seven" I was willing to
talk about it. But at the same time I didn't want them all feeling
sorry for me."
"Mac." He said softly turning her to him. "Everyone out there in that
hall loves you. Even Webb loves you, and one day I am going to have
to ask you about that one." He laughed and she smiled for the first
time in days. "There was nothing said that made any of us feel sorry
for you. If anything, we have grown to respect your courage and
admire your strength. Mac there was nothing said that makes us look
at you differently. Please don't turn away from your friends. We need
you and I would like to think you need us. You and I will have a
child to prepare for in the next couple of months and I wanted to
talk about marriage but you have seemed distant in the last couple of
days."
"Harm…" Mac protested
"No Sarah hear me out. I have been in love with you for as long as I
remember. This is not about the baby. It is about my wanting to spend
the rest of my life with a beautiful courageous woman, who is willing
to put up with a stupid squid who doesn't know when to back off. I
know I have been hovering, and on top of Webb and everyone else in
the office worrying over you it was too much. I never want to loose
you Sarah Mackenzie. I have almost lost you twice in the last year.
Once to an Australian and then again to your past. As a result I have
not wanted to let you out of my sight. I promise you I will give you
as much space, as you need Mac, I just love you so much. I…"
"Yes." She interrupted with a smile.
"I…What?" God how he loved her smile.
"Yes I will marry a stupid but gorgeous squid. Who loves me
unconditionally. Send him over when you find him." She laughed.
"I am applying for that position Marine." He whispered.
"And you are the only one who qualifies sir."

One Month Later
Admiral's House

"Have you two set a date?" Allison, Webb's girlfriend asked.
"We decided to wait until after the baby is born." Mac replied from
the couch next to Harm. Holding his hand.
"She decided until after the baby is born. I have been dying to marry
her for so long." He said looking at Mac.
"And I told you I don't want to look like a beached whale, for my
wedding. You only marry the right man once." She loved him so much.
"You are beautiful." Harm whispered.
"Pregnancy does agree with you Colonel. I haven't seen such a
beautiful mother to be since Harriet was pregnant." The Admiral
replied.
"Why thank you Admiral." Harriet blushed.
"So what is it that you wanted to tell us Mac?" the Admiral asked
about the reason she requested this gathering. He offered to have it
at his house.
Harm gave her hand a squeeze offering her his support.
"Since the original story of the "Seven Sinner" came out, reporters
have been fishing for the story. Not leaving us alone. I have come up
with a way to hopefully fill their requests so that they will leave
us alone."
Mac signaled to Webb.
"During her operations with the "Seven Sinner's," Mac kept a journal.
When she was finished with one book, she placed it in a Safe Deposit
Box in a local bank. All week I have been searching for all of them."
He went out into the hall and brought a large box back with him. "I
read them for information the government felt shouldn't be revealed,
found quite a bit, but Mac insisted that I not edit them."
"I got permission from a higher source then the CIA Webb to keep
everything in those books. Not even the local government knows what
we did." Mac was insistent on not editing her journals.
"Anyway." Webb continued. "I traced down 30 books in all."
"I want to copy them and hand them over to a publisher to put
together into one book. Then give that to the reporters. I don't like
my life out in the open, but I hope once they tell the story it will
eventually become old news. I was assured in contract that publishing
the Journals would have no effect on my job. What I wanted to do
tonight was let each of you take some books home, if you want. So you
don't find out everything from the news. For once I want you to find
out from me. Since I can't tell you everything because there is so
much, I want you to read it. Then if you have questions, don't
hesitate to ask me. I don't mind talking about it."
"Are you sure? We don't need to know anything you don't want us too."
Harriet responded.
"Harriet. I have learned that no matter how hard you try, secrets
always find away of coming out. No I want you to divide the books up
amongst yourselves. You might want to pass the books to another
person when you are done because they might get lost without the
previous journal. Decide on how you all want to divide or just pass
as a whole. Harm will you take me home?" she asked.
"Yes."

Walking outside after saying their good-byes.
"You sure about all of this Mac?" Harm knew how hard it was for her
to open everything up to everyone.
"Yeah. It actually makes me feel better that they know. You read them
and haven't left me yet. So I have nothing to worry about, right?"
"Absolutely not. It was some great reading."

Back inside the house the group decided it was best to read all the
books in order. They started reading out loud passing them around,
and couldn't put them down. They read all night and into the morning.
This gathering was repeated a couple of times until they were
finished all of the books, and developed total admiration for Colonel
Sarah Mackenzie.

The page of the first Journal read:
1967
I was called into a private meeting today, asked to join a special
organization being lead and handpicked directly by President Reagan.

Two Years Later
Harmon Mathew Rabb, Jr. the Third was eating his lunch as his mommy
opened her mail. There she received notice that her Published Journal
was the number one seller and number one on every critic's Top
Ten'Lists.

THE END