Chapter 22
(Mac's POV)
Preceding day 1732 ZULU Roosevelt Naval base 15 miles south of London
"SARAH!" he calls. I stop at the use of my first name, *alright, he gets ONE last chance-why do I always get suckered into this?*
He comes running over. I get straight down to business.
"Are you going to answer my question?" I say imperiously.
"Yeah, but this isn't the time or place." He replies nervously.
"Then when is it Harm? This is always the way it is with us. One runs forward, and the other rushes two steps back. I want something definitive."
"I can understand that. Here is my answer: You and I will discuss this back in the states. As soon as possible. If we don't you have my full permission to do whatever you see fit to me. We'll discuss this at a time when we can't run and hide behind duty or regulations. I promise you, Mac, on my word of honor."
"Why not now?"
"We can be interrupted too easily, and you and I both know this isn't necessarily safe or the right thing to do. We have an assignment to carry out. Please Mac."
*DAMN puppy face* "Alright, but I don't know why I'm doing this..AGAIN." Of course, I knew very well why, but I wasn't about to admit that to him."
We walked back to our room discussing something or other, unaware that we were being watched.
Forty-five minutes later..
"Wow! Look at this place! They really outdid themselves Harm." I say as we walked into the ball area.
"I hear it's because they are having a few visitors. Some visiting British Naval Officers."
"Well, I suppose that would explain it." I was absently surveying the room in hopes of finding an easy way to escape.
The hall was rather large, even for a gathering of this size. Extending the length of two football fields (if I judged correctly), it was quickly filling up. There were musicians at one end, and refreshments at the other. The lights were darkened slightly, and people were mulling around the side of the hall we entered from had two other doors, and the opposite side had one that lead to gardens, and about five other doors leading to other places. Who knew where they went, but when we left, it would probably be through one of them.
Harm had noticed my silence, "What's the matter?"
"I guess I'm still in awe of this place. Since when does a military base have so grand a hall?"
"You forget, this is our chief base in the U.K., and the hold a lot of important conference here. The dancing has yet to start, so may I interest you in some refreshments?"
"Do they have any chocolate?"
"With you coming how could they not?" he asked with a smile.
A few minutes later I was sipping my punch, but my eyes were peeled for any unusual activity. Harm and I stood near the garden door. (A/N: Alright people, in case you haven't figured it out already I have absolutely no idea how such a base or hall would be laid out, but I'm trying my best, please bear with me.) He had been discussing flying with another aviator when I saw someone that made my heart stop beating. NO! It couldn't be, I can feel the blood draining from my face. But it was, I would know that voice anywhere. "Harm," I said as steadily as I could, "I need to speak to you." He turns to look at me and his face is instantaneously covered in shock. His fellow aviator asks if he can get me something, I shake my head and yank Harm into the nearby garden. We disappeared behind some bushes.
He was still holding my shoulder and my heart was pounding from a combination of him and of shock. "Harm, I-I saw Brumby back there with the British officers." I sputter out.
A/N: Yes, this suddenly just came into my evil little mind. And I decided to put it in. How will this old enemy of ours work into the plot?
H: Well, here it is.
Suz: I'll think about it.
Chris: Thanks! I actually haven't been a JAG fan for that long. Only since May 2003. Most of my knowledge came from reading fanfic especially Tracy's "Can't Fight This Feeling"
(Mac's POV)
Preceding day 1732 ZULU Roosevelt Naval base 15 miles south of London
"SARAH!" he calls. I stop at the use of my first name, *alright, he gets ONE last chance-why do I always get suckered into this?*
He comes running over. I get straight down to business.
"Are you going to answer my question?" I say imperiously.
"Yeah, but this isn't the time or place." He replies nervously.
"Then when is it Harm? This is always the way it is with us. One runs forward, and the other rushes two steps back. I want something definitive."
"I can understand that. Here is my answer: You and I will discuss this back in the states. As soon as possible. If we don't you have my full permission to do whatever you see fit to me. We'll discuss this at a time when we can't run and hide behind duty or regulations. I promise you, Mac, on my word of honor."
"Why not now?"
"We can be interrupted too easily, and you and I both know this isn't necessarily safe or the right thing to do. We have an assignment to carry out. Please Mac."
*DAMN puppy face* "Alright, but I don't know why I'm doing this..AGAIN." Of course, I knew very well why, but I wasn't about to admit that to him."
We walked back to our room discussing something or other, unaware that we were being watched.
Forty-five minutes later..
"Wow! Look at this place! They really outdid themselves Harm." I say as we walked into the ball area.
"I hear it's because they are having a few visitors. Some visiting British Naval Officers."
"Well, I suppose that would explain it." I was absently surveying the room in hopes of finding an easy way to escape.
The hall was rather large, even for a gathering of this size. Extending the length of two football fields (if I judged correctly), it was quickly filling up. There were musicians at one end, and refreshments at the other. The lights were darkened slightly, and people were mulling around the side of the hall we entered from had two other doors, and the opposite side had one that lead to gardens, and about five other doors leading to other places. Who knew where they went, but when we left, it would probably be through one of them.
Harm had noticed my silence, "What's the matter?"
"I guess I'm still in awe of this place. Since when does a military base have so grand a hall?"
"You forget, this is our chief base in the U.K., and the hold a lot of important conference here. The dancing has yet to start, so may I interest you in some refreshments?"
"Do they have any chocolate?"
"With you coming how could they not?" he asked with a smile.
A few minutes later I was sipping my punch, but my eyes were peeled for any unusual activity. Harm and I stood near the garden door. (A/N: Alright people, in case you haven't figured it out already I have absolutely no idea how such a base or hall would be laid out, but I'm trying my best, please bear with me.) He had been discussing flying with another aviator when I saw someone that made my heart stop beating. NO! It couldn't be, I can feel the blood draining from my face. But it was, I would know that voice anywhere. "Harm," I said as steadily as I could, "I need to speak to you." He turns to look at me and his face is instantaneously covered in shock. His fellow aviator asks if he can get me something, I shake my head and yank Harm into the nearby garden. We disappeared behind some bushes.
He was still holding my shoulder and my heart was pounding from a combination of him and of shock. "Harm, I-I saw Brumby back there with the British officers." I sputter out.
A/N: Yes, this suddenly just came into my evil little mind. And I decided to put it in. How will this old enemy of ours work into the plot?
H: Well, here it is.
Suz: I'll think about it.
Chris: Thanks! I actually haven't been a JAG fan for that long. Only since May 2003. Most of my knowledge came from reading fanfic especially Tracy's "Can't Fight This Feeling"