Where we left off...
USS Patrick Henry
Flight Deck
All three JAG officers made their way to the waiting COD, Mac casually glanced around the flight deck, she was secretly hoping that a certain Naval Cmder might show up. Just as she started to board, It dawned on her, she left a file on the desk in her stateroom.
She turned around and started back, Bud went after her, "Ma'am " he yelled. She turned around. "Bud tell them to take off, I left a file in my stateroom, I'll catch the next COD."
"Yes; Ma'am." He ran back over hoping on board. Brumby looked around.
"Where's Mac?"
"The Colonel said she left a file, she went back to retrieve it she said she'd catch the next COD."
Brumby took his seat, something seemed off, it wasn't like Mac to forget anything, let alone a file from a high-profile case. Something wasn't adding up in his mind.
Mac opened the door to hatch, just as Harm was about to walk through, "Colonel?" "Cmder," they both said in unison. Harm pulled her to the side, "I thought I'd missed you?"
"I had to come back; I started to board, and realized I'd left a file in my rush to pack this morning."
Harm raised an eyebrow, "That's not like you?"
"Well I was distracted, I kept thinking about our conversation last night."
"I see!"
"Can we walk and talk?"
"Sure."
They made small talk as they walked back to the officer's stateroom that Mac had been using while she was on board. Upon reaching it, Harm opened the door, standing to the side to allow Mac to enter. He slowly entered, closing the door, just in time to catch a flying marine in his arms.
She attacked him with full force, knocking him up against the metal door, "I can't wait another 6 weeks to be with you, we've got to make this quick, I've only got 45 minutes before the next COD arrives."
A small smirk appeared on Harms's face, "You planned this?"
"Yes and No."
"I left the file, but there's nothing in it. I made that part up, I was hoping to catch you on my way back here," she said as she unzipped his fight uniform, pulling it down his shoulders and arms letting it pool at his waist, she grabbed the bottom of his white undershirt pulling it over his head. He grabbed her hands,
"Sarah we will have to be quiet."
"I can if you can."
He smirked as he started unbuttoning her uniform top, exposing her Marine Green bra, not wasting any time he pushed up her bra freeing her breasts just enough that he could latch onto her perfect cinnamon nipple and suck on it, the sensation was sending ripples through her body, she bit her lip to hold her moaning at bay.
Knowing they had to be fast, Harm quickly pulled her pants and panties down, along with his. He took his two fingers and began rubbing her clit, just enough to get her wet so he could enter her.
Mac arched her back off the metal floor, "Please Harm..Now...I need you..."
He placed his tip at her entrance pushing himself deep within her dripping wet folds, allowing her to coat him with her sweet juice. God, it felt like it had been too long since he had been joined with her like this. He knew he wasn't going to last long, as much as he wanted to be gentle with her, he knew this wasn't going to happen, "Sweetheart I don't want to hurt you."
"You'll never hurt me." Hearing her words gave him all the reassurance that he needed, he plummeted deep within her, pumping her, while working her nub, Mac arched her back up off the cold metal floor, grabbing his shoulders, begging him to go deeper harder.
Giving into her, he allowed himself to lose control, pushing as deep as he could, he felt her tighten around him, milking him, the more she'd milk him, the harder he'd push, until he couldn't take it anymore, he dumped his hot seed, deep into her. He felt her breath quicken, and her body start to shake. "Baby did I hurt you."
"No; you didn't, and I know you never will." Knowing that she only had 10 minutes to regain her self-control, she extracted herself from him."I don't want to leave you."
"I don't want you to, just remember 6 weeks, we will be together forever in 6 weeks."
Standing up she redid her uniform and watched as Harm did the same. "6 weeks Harm; I'll be counting the days." She placed a lite kiss on his lips as she made her way out of the stateroom.
Harm watched his entire life walk away from him. How was he supposed to get through the next 6 weeks?
12 hours later
Mac's Apartment
Georgetown Va
Mac opened her door, walking inside. Her place was closer to Andrews than Harm's ( even though she'd rather be at Harm's ) it was late, and she was tired, she dropped her go bag beside the door, thinking she'd repack it, before heading to bed, this way when she left JAG tomorrow she could go straight over to Harm's place.
She started to make her way to her room, when she heard knocking at the door, trying to figure out who it might be, she hesitated briefly before making her way over, she glanced out the peephole, letting out a small grimace, she decided to open the door. "Cmder what brings you by?"
"I thought ya; be hungry Mac," Mic said holding up a bag of beltway burgers.
As much as she didn't want the company, she was hungry and couldn't ever turn down a good burger. So she stepped aside allowing him space to enter. "Why don't you just go on into the living room. I'll just go drop my bag in the bedroom."
Mic nodded his head, never taking his eyes off her until she was out of sight. He made his way into her small but nice living room, setting the bag down on her coffee table. He started to look around the room, making his way over to the bookcase, he noticed her framed photos, one, in particular, caught his attention, it was Harm and Mac holding baby A.J, he knew this had been taken at the baby's christening, still, somehow the photo bothered him.
Mac walked back out just in time to see him looking at her photos, "Anything catch your attention?"
"No, not really, jus looking, I see ya got a bunch of the people at JAG here."
Mac nodded, "Yes, I'm close to a few of them."
Mic nodded; "Closer to some but not all?"
"Just what are you implying here?"
"I see a lot of ones with Rabb?"
"Well; we're best friends."
"Nothing more?"
"Cmder; my personal life is none of your business. I think you need to leave."
"Mac I'm sorry if I crossed a line."
Mac stood up, "Thank you for the food, but I really do think you should leave."
"Okay; if that's my only choice."
"Yes; for now at least." Mac walked him to the door, he started to say something, when she closed it, the only sound he heard was the deadbolt and chain.
On the opposite side, Mac slid down the door, wrapping her arms tight around herself, she couldn't stop the tears from falling, 6 weeks, god help her, how was she going to last 6 more weeks without him?
4 Weeks Later
JAG Headquarters
Falls Church Va
Mac had been sequestered in her office most of the day, she looked at the mountains of paperwork on her desk, not seeing an end in sight. She signed, no break for the weary. Mic popped his head in. "Col, ya need any help?"
"No Cmder; I've got this mess under control, at least for now." Before she could say more, her phone started to ring. "Col MacKenzie "
("Col, this is Dr. Miller's office, The Dr would like you to please come in today if you're free.")
Mac covered the mouthpiece on her phone, "Cmder, do you mind, please."
"Not at all Col." Mic stepped out of her office. Mac watched him leave, then returned to the call; "What's wrong?"
("The Dr would like to discuss you're blood work that was done earlier in the week.")
Mac took a deep breath, she looked at her desk calendar, "I can be there at 1400."
("Thank you Col, When you arrive a nurse will take you straight back.")
Mac hung up the phone, she couldn't for the life of her figure out what could be wrong, she stood up, and made her way to Petty Officers Tiner's office, "Tiner is Admiral Chegwidden free?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
Mac walked over and knocked on the door, "Enter" She squared her shoulders and walked through the door. When she reached the desk, she stood In attention.
The Admiral looked up at her, "Col; how might I help you?"
"Sir; I need to take the afternoon off, my Dr has requested to see me."
"It's nothing serious is it Col?"
"I'm not sure Sir, permission to speak freely Sir."
The Admiral leaned back in his chair, "Yes, of course, take a seat." Mac sat down, she placed her hands on her lap, and started to fidget with the hem of her jacket.
"Sir; I've been feeling tired lately, it's nothing I can't handle, I just chalked it up to the recent caseload, but now I'm not sure, I went in last week for my annual fitness review."
"Col; do you suspect there might be a different reason, you feel tired?"
"Sir; I don't think so, other than feeling tired, I feel great."
"I see; Mac are you anxious about Cmder Rabb coming back? Given the change in your relationship with him."
"No Sir; I'm happy he's coming back, we both want this."
"So his being back here, won't create any; oh I don't drama?"
"No Sir; I know in the past we both tried your patience; Sir we've both grown a lot over the last 6 months, we're both on the same page, about our personal lives, and we can guarantee that it will not interfere with the working of the office."
"Cmder Rabb said as much when I spoke with him, about his designator change."
"Col; once you find out from your Dr, what's going on, if you feel that I need to know..."
"Yes Sir.. I understand..."
"Good."
Mac still remained seated, The Admiral looked at her."Col?"
"Sir; I know you called in some favors to get Cmder Rabb back here..."
"Mac; it's fine, I know he'd rather be here. Plus I can always use another good lawyer, as long as he doesn't decide to blow holes in the courtroom celling again. Now Col; go find out what's going on with you."
Mac stood up, "Aye Aye Sir." She turned and headed back to her, so she could secure for the day.
1400 hours
Bethesda Naval Hospital
When Mac arrived, she had been taken straight back to Dr. Millers' office. She took a seat in the chair in front of her desk, she couldn't shake this feeling that her entire world was about to change, whether it would be for the good or the bad, is what she didn't know.
Time seemed to pass extremely slowly, it was times like this she cursed her sense of time. She started to get up; when the door opened and Dr. Miller walked in and sat down behind her desk.
"Mac I'm sorry I kept you waiting, I was held up with another patient. Now the reason I needed to see you is, to get a urine sample from you. I need to confirm what your blood work shows."
"My blood work?"
"If what I suspect is accurate, you're pregnant."