Chapter Six
Somewhere in the Middle East
December 20, 2004
Harm shook on the rack. For days he tried to put together the pieces of his scrambled memory, and that is all he had, scrambled memories. He remembered almost everything up until Thanksgiving day. He reached into his pocket and tried to find the locket that she had given to him, but it was no where to be found. He did find the picture of Mac, who was wearing his Navy ballcap, with Mattie and Mackenzie. He had printed the picture up and crammed it inside of one of the pockets. It had become his lifeline. His mind went back to that day.
"Hammer, there is a SAM on our six!"
Harm tried to shake the SAM, but it had a lock on the plane. "Hang on Em."
"Do what you have to do Hammer."
"I am going to continue to try to shake it."
He tried his hardest but the missile had a lock. Emily screamed to eject, and she did. He tried to pull his ejection handle but nothing happened.
The missile finally hit the plane's wing and Harm tried desperately to keep the plane airborne. He went for an uncontrolled landing. He remembered landing the plane and walking over to where Emily's chute was.
He heard voices talking to Emily. "Commander Graves, how nice it is to see you!"
"You!" She screeched. "YOU SOB!" Harm continued to run towards Emily. "Don't touch me!" Harm made his way closer and he cocked his pistol. He shot one of the men in the leg, but got hit over the head with a pistol. His arms were tied behind his back. He heard a gunshot, and that was his last conscious memory.
"Emily . . . Oh my God where is she."
"Commander Rabb, nice to see you are back with us."
"I wish that I could say the same thing Corporal Taylor. Why did you do this? Why are you selling out your country?" Harm asked recognizing one of the men that he had did a HALO insertion with. Taylor had been shot and when they went back for his body he was missing.
"I'm not selling out my country, I am selling out your country." He laughed.
Harm tried to stand but found himself shackled to the bed. "Where is Commander Graves?"
"She didn't make it Commander, she was fun while it lasted, but definitely not my type. Way to feisty."
"You bastard."
"By now her family has buried her." He smiled.
"At least you sent her home."
"It was the least we could do, we also sent you home too. From what I understand your funeral brought quite a turnout. Your fiancée, from what I heard, was a tower of strength. I also hear she is pregnant." Harm looked shocked. "What's wrong Commander, did you think that a woman like her would wait for you?"
"Shut up!"
"I mean, she is a lovely woman, must have lots of needs. Needs that a man like me could fulfill."
"You stay away from her you son of a bitch! I swear, I will kill you."
"You have to pull a Houdini first and get out of those shackles."
"How do you know Seaman Ladir-Famino?"
"Wouldn't you like to know? You would be amazed how many servicemen are part of this little terrorist cell." Harm blanched at it. "What's wrong Commander, you are looking a little ill. Don't understand how people can sell out their country?"
"Yeah, I don't understand." Harm answered him. "What do you want with me? Why not just kill me?"
"Do you believe in fate Commander?" Harm looked at the young corporal standing in front of him. Corporal Taylor waited for a few minutes, "What no answer? We will meet again."
Harm watched his interrogator leave the room. What was he doing here? Why did they need him? Harm closed his eyes and said a quiet prayer for Emily and then grieved. His family thought that he was dead, the chance of him being rescued had now been dashed.
Harm tried to fall asleep but couldn't, it wasn't like it mattered, he didn't know if it was night or day. A big man that Harm had nicknamed Goliath came barging into the room. He jerked Harm up to his feet and led him down the hall. Harm struggled with Goliath only to have Goliath string him up, hanging him by hooks.
Harm knew he wasn't going to enjoy this visit. "Commander, do you know why you are here?"
"Commander Harmon Rabb Junior. United States Navy, 099-74-8953." Harm told his interrogator.
"Commander, you know some information and we want it. You were working on a case on board the Patrick Henry. An illegal transmission, what else did you uncover working on that investigation?"
"Commander Harmon Rabb Junior. United State Navy, 099-74-8953." Harm repeated to them again. He was rewarded with getting hit across his jaw. He didn't make a sound.
"Did you know your fiancée got pregnant by another man while you were out to sea? Not like that matters, you will never see her again."
Harm got questioned over and over again. He didn't understand what they wanted to know, whatever information they wanted, he didn't have, or at least he didn't think he had it. It's not like they were going to get anything out of him other than name, rank, and serial number.
Harm the next day fell ill. He didn't know what brought it on, but he was vomiting violently, and after he lost whatever they gave him to sustain him, he just threw up air.
"Get up Commander, it seems like we have to get moving to a different location, we wouldn't want people to find you now would we."
"No, now that would be a freaking greek tragedy now wouldn't it." He answered sarcastically.
For his remark, he was rewarded with getting his over the head with a pistol, which probably was a good thing, he was able to escape to that small place in his mind where he could get back to something that once resembled his life.
Harm awoke in the jostling of a jeep several hours later. He longed for Mac's sense of timing, if she was with him, they would have been able to figure out a way out of this hell. He thought back to what his captors told him, could it be true, could Mac be pregnant with their child? Harm's resolve grew; he knew he would have to get home to his family somehow.
He closed his eyes and let his mind wander.
"Dad, look what I can do!" A four year old Mackenzie exclaimed.
Harm looked up from his chair on the patio. He was watching his little girl become a little fish. "Okay, Mackie you have daddy's attention." He told her getting up walking to the side of the pool. She was a daredevil.
"Okay Daddy. 5 . . . 4. . . 3. . . 2. . . 1 BLASTOFF!" She yelled hurling herself off the diving board and into the deep end of the pool. Harm watched as she touched the bottom and swam all the way to the top. She made her way over to where she was and reached up to have him pick her up out of the pool.
"Are you wrinkly enough?"
Mackenzie looked at her hands, "Yes sir. I think my lips are blue enough too. Can we go ride the horses?"
"Not tonight baby, you have been in the pool, and Mattie is coming home from the academy, so you have to get washed up for dinner."
"YAY! I haven't seen Mattie in two weeks now!"
"I know baby."
"Daddy, will you tell me the story of how you found me and Mattie again?" She asked as he scooped his precocious little girl out of the water. He was in the process getting all wet as she wrapped her small body around his.
"Well Mackie, you came to live with me and you mom in April of 2004, and let me tell you, you were never a more wanted little girl." He started telling he as he walked into the house with her. He spotted a very pregnant Mac playing with their 27 month old son in the corner and Brennen came barreling down the stairs.
"Harm, Jen and Sergei are coming with their baby tonight for dinner." Mac said. "Can you help Brennen with his reading homework?"
"We need a battle plan, I'll take the boys tonight, and you get the girls."
"Sounds good love." Mac told him.
"Who is Mackie?" A man speaking in a thick foreign accent asked him.
"None of your damn business," Harm said coming too out of his dream. He looked at his surroundings, he was in an older plane now. How long had he been out this time?
To everyone who has reviewed - it is official I have brought Harm back - not home yet, but back.
Lise-Good luck on your finals.
Snugglebug-Woman's intuition - we all know that I couldn't really kill of Harm now, not with the diehard shipper I am
Sorry if the timing is confusing, there are three storylines that are connected - Mac's life, Harm's life, and Mattie's life. I am flipping between their three lives they will be intertwinned soon - that is why Mac was left out of Chapter Five and now Mattie and Mac are left out of six. I just thought you guys would want a little bit of Harm in the story sooner rather than later, I could have drug out the angst for quite a while.
