A/N: I realized that in chap four, I gave Mac and Harriet's kid the same name! So Harriet's little sis is now, 10 year old Julie. And her little brother is still Troy, Bud's little bro. Sorry for the confusion.)

Harm's POV

Three hours and one dead petty officer later, the situation in JAG Ops was still the same.

The men, led by a man called Victor Frank, apparently took over JAG Ops to give "a wake up call" to the nation about the Navy's failing justice system.

Three weeks ago, JAG tried a case involving a Navy chief accused of rape and murder. Mac and I prosecuted, while Sturgis and Bud defended. Even though the chief was guilty as sin, he got off without a conviction, because the arresting officers didn't read him his rights. So he returned to his duty free to rape and murder once again.

It was one of the darker days at JAG when he got off.

With all of the staff plus Bobbie and Webb, and minus the Admiral, we were sitting at the conference table, our charges in our lap, with one of Frank's men watching our every move.

Getting an idea, I repositioned a frightened Andrew on my lap. Catching Webb's eye, I tapped out Morris-code on the table when the guard was talking into his walkie-talkie. Webb nodded his understanding, so slowly, as not to draw attention, I asked Webb if he knew who these men were and if he had a plan. The tapping caused most of the other staff to look at me in understanding. I knew that they wanted in on whatever plan was made, just as much as I did.

Webb watched the man out of the corner of his eye, while tapping out his reply. He didn't know who the men were, and didn't have a plan. But he added that the agency knew he was here, so if a rescue plan was made, it could get ugly.

As I nodded in understanding, Bud tapped on the table to get my attention, and stated the obvious that we needed to do something, and do it soon. Looking at Mac and Sturgis they both gave a slight nod in agreement, as did some of the other members of the staff.

Holding Andrew closer to me, I started to think of a plan, as did everyone else. As long as the man didn't catch on as to how we were communicating, we could make a plan that would hopefully work.

But we didn't get far into the planning stages when Frank paid us a visit. Somehow I knew this wasn't going to be good. It wasn't the look of anger on his face, or the way that the gun shook in his hand, more of the look he was giving the kids as he surveyed the crowd in front of him.

"You know," he said to no one specific, "I knew there were going to be a lot of people here, so I thought, hey you know, more bargaining tools. But I never thought there would be the added bonus of having ten kids in the building. What is it, bring you kids to work day? Never the less, they'll be great little hostages, so the government will have to give us what we want."

"And what is it you want," I asked him.

"Money and lots of it, what else is there?"

"I thought you were fighting for a supposed injustice?"

"Oh, I assure you Commander, we are. The Military screwed us all over. And it's time to get back what we lost. And these kids will be a great asset."

"You're not touching these kids," Mac and I both say at the same time.

He laughs, walks over to us, and puts the gun to Mac's head, leaning in close to whisper in her ear. I hold Drew tighter to me to keep from jumping out of my seat. Straightening up, he laughs again. Your Government has already agreed into paying up. It will only be a matter of time until I get my money and all of you will be dead. He opens his jacket to reveal the bomb strapped to his chest.

After he leaves, I sigh in frustration and readjust Drew, who had thankfully fallen asleep.

"We really need to get some medal detectors in this building," I mutter before the guard tells me to shut up. I tapped on the table again, that we need to think of a plan and fast, surprised the guard hasn't caught on to what we are doing.

Our fifth hour in to being held hostage, and we still had no plan to get these kids out and safely. We were all tired and frustrated, but we knew we had to stay strong. It was the least we could do for these kids.

We need to make sure the kids are covered if we are going to take them down. We can't risk them getting hurt. Sturgis tapped out, and even though he didn't say it I knew he meant business. Looking down at Drew, I sighed in relief to find him asleep. Maybe if he was lucky he would sleep though this whole nightmare.

I didn't watch as Webb tapped back to him, instead I watched the guard at the door, and was reminded of being held hostage all those years ago. Was there a weak link in Frank's men? And if there was, could we find a way to have him help us?

The guard at the door, couldn't have been more then twenty, wiping the sweat from his brow, he held his gun more closely to his chest, and looked at the door again. Just who was he expecting?

A quick kick to my shin pulled me from my musings; I turned back to my friends, who looked at me with concern. Softly, I tapped to Webb to follow my lead; he gave a short nod, wondering what I was up to.

"So what's your take in this? I mean how did a kid like you get involved in the defenders of justice?"

The boy seemed to snap out of his stupor and raised his gun to my head, I could feel Mac stiffen besides me, and I was sure that Webb was questioning my sanity, but I remained calm despite the gun in my face.

"Mr. Fr-Frank said there was to be no talking, talk again, and I-I'll shoot!"

"What's you're name kid?" I pressed further, the gun, now shaking in his hand dropped slightly as he answered.

"It's Andrew, now like I said, no more talking!"

But I ignored him and looked down at my young charge, which had his face buried in my chest. Rubbing his back, I continued talking.

"Really, this little guys name is Andrew to, although he goes by Drew. He doesn't speak, you know? His parents died when he young and he just stopped talking. He's in foster care now. There no left to look after him."

"How did they die? His parents, I mean," Andrew asked lowering the gun once more.

"I don't know how his father died, but his mother died in a shooting, while Drew watched the whole thing. They say that's why he stopped talking."

Running his hand over his face, Andrew sighed. "We didn't know there was going to be kids here. No one was supposed to get hurt, Frank said-" But Bobbie cut him off.

"But someone already did get hurt, what about that petty officer? If you group are defenders, who were defending that petty officer when he got shot?" I smiled, there was a reason she is called a tyrant on the hill.

"His name was Petty officer Grant Noble. His wife just had their first child, a little boy; a boy who will grow up never knowing who his father was." Harriet chimed in, drying the tears from her face, "can you imagine what that would be like?"

But Andrew shook his head in denial. "I-it wasn't me, I didn't shoot him, it was Mr. Frank, h-he said-"

But this time it was Webb who cut him off. "But you'll still be charged for it, not to mention kidnapping among other things. Is that how you want people to remember you, a kid who has blood on his hands, who holds little kids and lawyer's hostage?"

Andrew whipped his gun into Webb's face, and fumed. "I.AM.NOT.A.KID!"

Just then, the door opened and Frank walked in.

"Everything alright in here Andrew?" he asked in a calm voice.

Andrew put the gun down and relaxed. "Yes Mr. Frank everything is fine. I-I just had to remind them of their place."

Frank nodded. "The chopper will be here in one hour, just remember the plan," he said putting his hand on the younger man's shoulder. As the two talked quietly, I looked around the conference table. We all knew it was time to kick this plan of ours in to high gear.

TBC

One again, so sorry that this chap took so long. Please review, it would make updating so much faster!