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Guest Starring: Elisha Cuthbert as Midshipman Anna Ross
"Harm, would you take it easy, we don't have to take Sergei to Annapolis until Sunday." Mac protested as Harm exerted himself to load down the Lexus with Sergei's stuff.
"Mac, it's a fair distance to Annapolis and I don't want us doing all the packing on the morning of, so as a result, I'd like to get some of this done now." Harm pushed the last bit of Sergei's stuff into the back of the Lexus.
"Harm, you're not doing the driving anyway, so why does it matter to you when we pack? You'll probably just sleep in the car. Besides, Nate's sister Anna already said that she'd help Sergei get to know his way around the place." Mac was doing her best to calm Harm down.
"That's not helping to put my mind at ease. They may be the same age, but Anna is a third year and the only thing that Sergei is interested in when it comes to her has nothing to do with studying." Harm sat in the back hatch of the Lexus with Mac.
"So, why does that have you worried?" Mac asked as she lazily put her head on Harm's shoulder.
"From what I've seen, she shows no real romantic interest in him." Harm explained, still whining a little.
"Oh, I find it tough to believe that she's going to be hold out against the infamous Rabb charm to which so many women have fell victim." Mac teased.
"How have you held out?" Harm joked back.
"I'm a Marine." Mac answered.
"So's Anna." Harm pointed out. "Well, a Marine in training anyway."
"Ah, the Rabb foil; women in olive green. So what really has you bugged about this situation, Harm? Come on, you may be one of the few deep guys on the planet, something's got to be bugging you about this that you're not telling me about." Mac goaded, elbowing him in the ribs.
"It's just that when he first got to the States, Sergei was on a real dating streak but ever since Anna started teaching him English, she seems to be all he can think or talk about. She's got him reading books that I never read and they really talk when they talk but with her on her cruise this summer, Sergei's kind of moped around the apartment like a wounded puppy." Harm explained as he leaned back on the boxes in the car,
"So you're worried that he could get hurt? Mac asked.
"I'm worried about the whole situation. I mean, yeah, he's my brother and the only one I've got so the thought of this girl shattering him has crossed my mind but there are a lot of relationship possibilities that existed between dating and heartbreak and some of them aren't the most pleasant." Harm sighed. "I've had experience with that too, not something I'd like to go over again."
It clicked in Mac's head. Harm was talking about his own time at the Academy. "You're worried that Sergei is going to go through the same motions with Anna that you went through with Diane?"
"I guess." Harm admitted. "Just the thought of the Academy dredges up so much for me. There's a lot of good but there's a lot of baggage too you know? I guess it's like you and Red Rock."
"I understand what you mean. You're having a hard time reconciling what Annapolis is and what it means to you, with the personal results of having gone there. I understand what you're going through, Harm. We all have something like that, our own burdens we need to bear. This is just yours. It's made you the person you are. It made you probably the most honourable man I know. Even if you can be confusing and frustrating some times." Mac lightly rubbed his back as he yawned openly. "Alright, let's get you home before you fall asleep here."
Mac took the key from Harm and head ed over to the driver's side of the vehicle. "Mac, I'm fine to drive." Harm protested as he walked over to the passenger's side.
"Against Commander Chase's orders and I don't want the nice doctor man telling me that you had a setback because I let you do something foolish when I could have stopped you." She lectured with a typical Mac charm.
"Since when do you listen to anything that a Squid tells you?" Harm asked.
"Since I get to use it to torture you." Mac replied.
"Speaking of which, where was that cut little nurse outfit that you promised to wear?" Harm raised an eyebrow in silent challenge.
"Why would it be torture for you to watch me wear something like that?" Challenge accepted.
"No comment." Harm replied, silently admitting defeat.
1623 ZULU
HARRY S TRUMAN BUILDING
FOGGY BOTTOM, DC
"When are the delegations due in next week for the conference on international security?" Nate asked his Chief of Staff as they walked through the halls toward Nate's office.
"Israeli delegation touches down at Andrews at 0800, the French follow soon after at 0845, the Germans at 0930, the Canadians at 1130 and the British at noon, sir." The Chief of Staff replied as he navigated the halls at Nate's side.
"Good, now I believe that each delegation is composed of a foreign minister and the director or a representative of that country's foreign intelligence service, correct?" Nate asked as they stood in the reception area to his office.
"Yes, sir. The British and Canadian Foreign Ministers are both bringing the head of their intelligence agencies while the French, Germans and Israelis are merely bringing representatives of their intelligence communities. Sir, the President needs to know who else is going to be representing the United States at this conference on Monday." The Chief of Staff stopped as he watched Nate shuffle through the pieces of paper that were his phone messages.
"Tell him that I want Harmon Rabb and Mike Bradley on my team at Camp David. I'll be in my office for another hour but I have my lunch with the chairman of the DNC at 1230, right?" Nate double-checked.
"Yes, sir." The Chief of Staff nodded before taking leave of his boss.
"Mr. Secretary, one of your Undersecretaries is waiting in you office, sir." Nate's Secretary informed him. Nate nodded and walked through the doors of his office to find Peach standing in front of his desk.
"There had better be a very good reason for your being here." Nate sounded cold and official as he walked over to his chair.
"I remember a time when there wouldn't have had to be a reason, what happened to that?" Peach asked, vocalizing the first thoughts that came to her mind.
"I don't know, but lucky for me, I don't have to. Why are you here?" Nate threw himself down in the chair.
"My sister's getting married this weekend; to a doctor and my other sister is going to show up with her new boyfriend who's a venture capitalist of some sort. Anyway, out of my want to not be pummelled with 100 questions from my mother and grandmother, I'm calling in a favour." Peach moved closer to the desk. "Seven and a half years ago, when you needed a date to your brother's wedding, I agreed to go and you said that you owed me. I'm calling the favour."
"When do I have to leave?" Nate could feel the headache coming on.
"Four, this afternoon, we have to head up to New York; we're all staying at my mom's." Peach informed him with a self-satisfied smile.
"You needed to spring this on me five hours before I have to be packed to go?" Nate hung his head and ran a hand through his hair. "Why do I have a feeling there's more?"
"In order for my idea to work, you've got to act the part of my boyfriend." Peach winced just at the thought of the last words of that sentence.
"Oh Lord," Nate paused his hand motion through his hair and got up from his seat, "if you look up the word irony in the dictionary, there's a picture of this conversation."
"I normally wouldn't ask…" Peach started but Nate held his hand up to silence her.
"Yes, yes you would and normally I would have no problem saying yes But there are issues this time. I mean, I'm going to do it anyway, I just can't promise that I'll like it." Nate sighed. "I'll have Marine Four pick us up and take us to LaGuardia tonight."
"You want to use the Secretary of State's private Helo to take us to a family wedding?" Peach raised her eyebrows in suspicion.
"I want to not wait in endless lines at Dulles only to get off a plane in New York an hour later and wait in endless lines at JFK. So, in order to save that time, yes, I find it necessary to use Marine Four." Nate picked up the phone and began to call. "See you on the helipad at 1520."
"What is that in People Time?" Peach asked in her own cute way.
"3:20 p.m." Nate answered as he then refocused his attention on the phone call.
2342 ZULU
MAC'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, DC
"Why are we going over this again? Is it really necessary to have my grandmother over just so that someone can help us see Sergei off this weekend?" Harm was still getting used to Mac's mantra of "my apartment, my rules" and it was starting more and more to cramp his style.
"Well, I wanted to have your whole family over but you didn't think that your mom would be especially warm to the idea, especially after what you said happened the last time that she visited." Mac lit the candles on the table.
"You know, my grandmother's going to tell you that you didn't actually have to go to all this fuss just for her." Harm walked back into the kitchen.
"Hey, I learned how to make that special buttermilk turkey recipe I found on the internet and all I have left to do on the brownies is some mixing and then pour them on the cookie sheet and throw them in the oven." Mac protested with Harm had come to describe to himself as her 'cute whine'.
"I know and I'm very proud of you." Harm answered as he came walking into the kitchen to find Mac using the electric mixing machine to whip the brownie batter.
"Really? I thought you'd be turned on." Mac joked, keeping her focus on her baking rather than Harm's expression.
"What did you say?" Harm practically choked on the water that he had been drinking.
"Lighten up, Harm; it's a joke." Mac chuckled as she watched him cough on the water in his throat. Harm was starting to recover his breath when Mac decided to pull another stunt. "Wanna lick my beaters?" Mac turned to face Harm, holding the hand-held mixing machine up for him to see. Harm once again looked stupefied at the implied innuendo that Mac was tossing his way. "No, guess I'll have to do that all to my lonesome." In an instant, Mac's tongue darted out of her mouth and began to slowly lick up the side of the smooth metal cooking utensil, using all her manoeuvrability to clean the inside of the instruments as well.
Harm moaned as he watched the display in front of him, carefully praying that his body would not betray him. God help him if he would actually have to live with this woman without being married to her if she could make baking this sexy. Thankfully, Harm was shaken from his juvenile gawking by a loud knock at the door. "Grandmother is here!" Sergei shouted as he bounded out of the living room where he had been watching more TV.
"I'd better go make the necessary introductions." Harm dragged his heels as he headed out of the kitchen.
"Go on, I still need to put the brownies in the oven in order for them to be ready for when we actually want to have dessert." Mac smiled as she sent Harm on his way.
"You know, thanks to this little interlude, I may have dreams of you in that apron tonight." Harm was now about to take his turn at teasing.
"Playing a Mrs. Brady role, no doubt." Mac retorted as she opened the oven door.
"Actually, I was thinking probably of you wearing only the apron." Harm jibed as he quickly headed for the front door. When Harm got to the front door, Sergei was there waiting for him to open it. Harm reached for the doorknob and turned it, opening the door to his sweet little old grandmother on the other side.
"Harmon Rabb, I thought you were going to leave me standing out in the middle of a drafty hallway for ages. A body could catch cold out there." Mrs. Rabb stepped into the apartment. "You must be Sergei." Sarah Rabb looked over the young Russian man. "Well, you're obviously the handsome one in the family." Harm had to joke, after all these years; his grandmother still had the same sharp sense of humour.
"I nice to meet you, grandmother." Sergei said in almost flawless American English. He then proceeded to wrap her in a big bear hug, the force of which lifted her off the ground.
"Bit of an enthusiastic young thing, isn't he?" Sarah Rabb took her light jacket off as she was lowered to the ground.
"It's a big weekend for him." Harm explained.
"I dare say it is. Now where's our most gracious hostess? You haven't got her standing over a hot oven, have you, Harmon?" Sarah Rabb suddenly seemed very cross with her grandson.
"I swear grandma, she insisted." Harm threw his hands up in surrender as the three Rabbs walked further into the apartment.
2417 ZULU
DIPICCIO HOUSE
BROOKLYN, NEW YORK CITY
Peach walked through the door to her mother's house and she found her sisters, mother, aunts and grandmother all their waiting for her. There was a lot of discernable screeching that was immediately followed by the clear sound of Mama DiPiccio's voice rising above the crowd. "Angelo! Joey! Get your asses down here and say hi to your sister!" As the thundering of two young men could be heard upstairs, Mama DiPiccio took that moment to launch into her inquisition of her daughter. "So, honey, where's this strapping new man of yours?"
"Right here." Nate grunted from under the weight of their combined luggage. He set the bags down The entry hall went silent. "Was it something I said?"
"You're…you're…" Mama DiPiccio had been rendered speechless.
"Well, I do try to be." Nate answered with what the First Lady had called his 'People Magazine' smile.
"Mama, this is…" Peach started but her mother, having regained her power of speech, cut her off.
"I know who it is, Nicole. Why did you neglect to mention that you were dating the Secretary of State, now I have to set out the fine China?" Mama turned to face Peach.
"That's fine, Mrs. DiPiccio, there's no need to go to any trouble on my account." Nate did his best to be convincing.
"You, you can call me 'Mama'." Mama DiPiccios was beaming as she clung to her daughter's arm.
"It was more then a year before Gary could call you 'Mama' without you scowling at him." Peach's sister, who supposedly was to be this weekend's bride, complained.
"When was the last time that eight different magazines called Gary the next President?" Mama DiPiccio replied with a stern maternal tone. There was a long silence that followed her words. "That's what I thought."
"It's really not that big a deal." Nate protested.
"He's right; it's not, the rehearsal in fifty- five minutes is, however and we have to get to the restaurant, now!" Peach's sister practically yelled.
"We can squish ten people into the limo. Eleven, if no one has any objections to sitting on laps." Nate supplied.
"Alright, well that means we can take the wedding party in one car. Mary, dear, I'll take you aunts and uncles and I'll meet you at the restaurant." Mama DiPiccio kissed her daughter on her forehead. All the kids piled out of their house and down the front cement steps to the limo sitting at the curb. "You know, you guys could've come inside." Nate stood in front of a member of his security detail.
"I know that, sir." The Secret Service Agent nodded at Nate.
"Little Old Italian lady might have made you some pasta if you asked real nice like." Nate joked.
"That's fine, sir, maybe we'll stop in later." The Secret Service Agent closed the door behind Nate before climbing the front seat.
"Nate, these are some sweet digs my friend." Peach's brother Angelo was eyeing the limo. "Hey, is that a wet bar?" Angelo reached for the mini wet bar and Nate grabbed his wrist.
"Yes, that is a wet bar, no you cannot have anything. The United States Government pays very well to keep that stocked with the best. The thing is, I don't drink anything that isn't wine. So, I keep it stocked with the original stuff because if I don't and my staff has to replace it, it comes out of my paycheck." Nate tossed Angelo his hand back.
"Tightwad." Angelo huffed.
"Need I remind the immature one that his taxes pay my paycheck and most taxpayers would be glad that I'm not needlessly wasting their money." Nate tossed back, rolling his eyes in the process.
"Touché, Angelo." Gary pointed at his soon-to-be brother-in-law.
"Shut up, Gary." Angelo whined.
0109 ZULU
MAC'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, DC
"Well, Sarah dear, I must say for your first real home cooked meal, you have quite a knack." Sarah Rabb placed a loving hand on the younger woman's shoulder. "And Sergei, he certainly seems hung up on this young Anna girl."
"You noticed that, too? And all Sergei had to do was talk about her for forty-five minutes non-stop." Harm quipped and Mac promptly smacked him upside the head for being sarcastic with his grandmother.
"I apologize, Mrs. Rabb, Harm's etiquette hasn't been the same since he hit his head in the Pacific." Mac smiled sarcastically.
"Perfectly alright, Sarah dear. Harmon has always had this way when he's tired and fussy." Sarah Rabb reached up and pinched her grandson's cheek. "You listen to Sarah, she's trying to take care of you and if I find out that you're giving her any trouble, Harmon Rabb, so help me by the good Lord's grace, I'll come down here and break off my Doctor Scholl's in your backside."
"Yes, grandma." Harm nodded as Mac tried to contain her laughter at the older woman's mastery of her grandson.
"And you look after that brother of yours, he's a nice young man; reminds me a lot of you at his age. Let's hope he finds some nice friends like Jack and Sturgis and Ethan that you found at the Academy." Sarah Rabb leaned up and kissed her grandson on the cheek. "Come now, Sarah dear, walk me to my car. That drive to the farm may be a long one but I do so enjoy driving at night."
"Grandma, I told you that you didn't have to drive home tonight." Harm protested as Mrs. Rabb and Mac stood in the doorway.
"Nonsense, that would mean you driving me home in the morning which would mean me getting up very early in the morning to drive with someone who had recently sustained a head injury, dear and that's just not safe." Sarah Rabb closed the door behind the two women as Harm walked back into the apartment.
"So, can I ask why you wanted me to come along with you, Mrs. Rabb?" Mac asked as they walked through the hallway of the building.
"Because you're in love with my grandson, dear. What I want to know is how you intend upon turning that emotion into action. You're certainly the right woman for my grandson, you do make him so happy, dear." Sarah the elder got to the stairs and took Mac's arm.
"You think he's in love with me?" Mac asked as the two women walked down the stairs.
"It's always hard to tell with Rabb men, dear. I spent years with my Andrew and couldn't tell for a moment what he was thinking, always had to ask. As Harmon's father got older, it got harder and harder for me to know what he was thinking to the point where I just started asking questions again. Never hurts, dear. If you're close enough to them, they will open up but you have to be very close, dear." Sarah Rabb gave Mac a conciliatory pat on the shoulder. "Just be patient, dear."
"Would you call seven years, patient?" Mac asked.
"That might be pushing it even for a Rabb." Mrs. Rabb chuckled and climbed into her old beaten Ford truck. "Keep at it, dear. There's no one else for him and I think he now knows that."
0244 ZULU
DIPICCIO HOUSE
BROOKLYN, NEW YORK CITY
"Nicole, dear what are you doing down here at this hour, we've got a big day tomorrow." Mama DiPiccio was sitting at the kitchen table lightly stirring a cup of late night tea.
"Can't really sleep, Ma." Peach answered.
"Go upstairs and have that man of yours rub your shoulders, that should make you sleepy." Mama DiPiccio gave a pat to the other chair at the table.
"Ma, I don't want to talk about how Nate rubs me because then this will turn into one of those conversations where I get really embarrassed because you're trying to talk to me about sex." Peach groaned as she headed to the doorway of the kitchen.
"I'm just saying that I would have a hard time voting for a man who would have his finger on the button, if he's not pushing my daughter's important buttons." Mrs. DiPiccio smiled lovingly at her daughter.
"I'm going to bed, mom." Peach nodded before leaving the kitchen and climbing the stairs toward her room. She laboured up a long flight of stairs to the upstairs hallway. Her mother had suggested that she and Nate share a bed tonight, something that would normally not be that big a deal considering the amount of times that they had shared close quarters in the past but it would be the first time since Manila.
Peach pulled down the stairs to the attic and climbed up to the guest bedroom. She saw Nate, lying on his side with the moonlight from the attic window playing on his face. "I want to thank you for coming." She said as she climbed into bed next to him.
"You don't have to." Nate answered drowsily.
"Why are you being so terse with me?" Peach asked, trying to turn him on his side to get him to face her.
"Because I've had a very hard time trusting you lately; because a few of the things that you accused me of in Manila, you really cut me to the quick." Nate answered, trying to roll away from her eyes.
"You never fought me on anything I said." Peach offered as an explanation for why they were where they were in their relationship.
"Because you said it with such finality that I was sure that saying something only would have made a bad situation, worse." Nate argued, finally realizing that there was no running from this argument.
"What if I want to retract it? What if I think that taking things just as they are, isn't what was meant for you and me?" Peach asked, softening her voice and inching closer to him on the mattress.
"I'd say that we should have had the realization years ago. But that doesn't mean that we're going to be able to just forget about everything that's happened recently." Nate closed his eyes slowly.
"Yeah, you get to play the wounded puppy but don't forget, there were times that you hurt me too." Peach tossed at him.
"Well, tell me about it. You want to have a relationship? Well people in relationships talk." Nate was now operating at half capacity.
"It hurt like hell, I don't know, I guess it was probably a lot like you've been feeling the last few weeks except that it happened to me more then once." Peach was slightly stumbling through her explanation.
"You do realize that I am profusely sorry for ever having hurt you like that, right?" Nate asked, seeing the hurt in her eyes.
"Yeah, I know that now, but at the time it just felt like you didn't give a damn. So, when everything just kind of came pouring out in Manila, yeah, I was a little cautious and I probably reacted on the same guarded feeling that I'd been bottling up for years." Peach reach out to touch him. "I just didn't want to hurt anymore. I guess I just didn't realize how much I would feel if you were in the same kind of pain. So, where do we go from here?"
"We have to realize that if we want to go on, we're going to have to forgive everything that happened before." Nate placed a hand on her hip. "We can't just forget about it either. We need to remember what it felt like because it should prevent us from ever doing anything like that." Nate lightly caressed her face. "On an unrelated matter, why is your mom so tough on the groom to be?"
"My mom always wanted her girls to marry a nice, rich, Catholic boy who would take care of us." Peach explained with a dreamy look.
"I'm not Catholic." Nate quipped.
"No, but my mother thinks you're going to be President, that trumps you not being Catholic." Peach explained as she curled up against him.
"So, you're mom just wanted you guy to have a nice Catholic boy who knew how to pray at the altar between your legs?" Nate showed off his signature smile.
"Is that all you can think about?" Peach questioned suddenly enjoying her new freedom to ask such questions.
"I spent nine years thinking only about your brain, personality and sense of humour, if I don't get to think of your body after nine years, I think I may explode." Nate joked.
"So, what does this mean? What do you want? What's in store for us?" Peach's optimistic tone was met by a chuckle.
"I want to experience all the highs and lows for the first time in a while. I want to know what it's like to be recklessly in love and rush things when I probably shouldn't and then opt for slowing things down when that's a bad idea. I want the whole world to know we're together but I want us to be able to argue in private." Nate ran the tips of his fingers through her hair.
"So what now? Do I join the First Lady's sewing circle or something?" Peach asked facetiously.
"No, there's no sewing circle to my knowledge; there is a book club." Nate paused for a second. "Regulations state that you can't work at the State Department any more."
"I know the regs. Work's not a problem, I'll deal with it." Peach reassured him. "Anything else I need to know?"
"Being the significant other of the Secretary of State carried certain ceremonial duties. My chief of staff will update you on the protocol but I do know for sure that you have to be with me at Camp David on Monday to greet the foreign ministers." Nate answered. "By the way, I saw some pictures around the house, why didn't you ever tell me your dad was a Marine?"
"For a while, I thought you knew, I thought Gavin had told you but when you seemed so completely in the dark on it all, I figured you liked being the dashing hero who came in to rescue the damsel in distress." She settled into his arms.
"It's scary how well you know me." Nate answered.
1512 ZULU
UNITED STATES NAVAL ACADEMY
ANNAPOLIS, MARYLAND
"Well, this is it." Harm stated as he finished helping Sergei move into his dorm room at Bancroft Hall.
"Do not worry, brother. I am a very social person, besides; I will have Anna to help me if things get tough as you have assured me they will." Sergei put a hand on his brother's shoulder.
"Just remember, you can't date upper classman while you're a plebe." Mac reminded the idealistic young man.
"Whose rule is this, brother?" Sergei looked surprised as he turned to face Harm.
"USNA." Harm answered.
"Midshipman Ross reporting in, sir." Anna Ross showed up at the door to Sergei's dorm room. She came to attention in front of Harm and Mac, both of whom were in uniform as per regs on I-Day. "May I say that it's nice to see the Captain again and nice to meet the Colonel."
"At ease, Midshipman." Harm smiled as he remembered back to his own Academy days. "You going to look out for my little brother this year, Midshipman Ross?"
"I'll keep two eyes on him, sir. As often as I can spare them." Anna answered with a nod. She turned to face Sergei. "You're going to want to pick up the pace, Plebe Rabb. I hear your Midshipman-Lieutenant is going to make sure that you're humming the Marine Corps Hymn by the end of the day."
"Could you help me with the lyrics, Anna? I do not wish to come up short on my first day." Sergei put on his best puppy dog look.
"I taught you them, Sergei, remember? From the Halls of Montezuma, to the shores of Tripoli." Anna started with her light soprano tone. Sergei began to join in, as did Mac and Harm was forced to role his eyes.
"Alright, alright, now that you've tortured the squid with the head injury, what are you going to do?" Harm joked, Mac decided to interject.
"Midshipman, what branch of the Marine Corps do you intend on entering after graduation?" Mac asked, looking over the young woman.
"MCIA, ma'am. My pop always said I had a keen mind." Anna smiled. Harm and Mac observed the silent interaction between the two young Midshipmen.
"I think it's best that we leave now, Mac. Give Midshipman Rabb time to settle in." Harm elbowed Mac in the ribs and the two of them headed out of the dorm room. The two of them walked down the hallways back toward the parking lot and Harm's Lexus. "So, what do you think, Mac?"
"You're brother's got it bad, Harm." Mac answered. "You heading out to Camp David tomorrow for the big anti-terrorism summit?"
"Got the call from the White House yesterday. I have to head up tonight, so I'll be dropping you off back at the apartment before heading up." Harm ventured a look in Mac's eyes to gauge her reaction.
"But we were supposed to move you back into your apartment tomorrow." Mac replied.
"So we'll do it next week." Harm kept walking. "Do you mind having my stuff take up space for another week?"
"No, no, it's just……it's nothing." Mac was starting to get a bad feeling very reminiscent of a few from the recent years.
"Come on, Mac, if something's bugging you, I want to know." Harm put his hands on her shoulders.
"No, Harm, it's okay, I just have this feeling." She waved it off and they continued toward the car.