A/N: It's always nice to hear from readers. I especially love it when I hear from someone who is new to reading JAG as well. I don't want to give too much away, but for those of you concerned about Mac, she will be fine, I promise.


Harm runs back down the stairs, out to the parking lot of JAG Ops. He is definitely getting a good dose of cardio today. Between running up and down the stairs repeatedly, and his and Mac's activities last night and this morning, it might be a good thing he can sit and relax on a plane. While he still keeps himself active, his body tries to remind him, every once in a while, that he isn't twenty anymore. Especially his back and his knee. Although he only has himself to blame for his back hurting this time, it kept hitting the shower wall, but the warm feelings in the front more than made up for it. Hopefully he has a tube of Icy Hot still in his travel bag. He might need it after a four-hour flight.

He audibly sighs. He was hoping that him and Mac could continue where they left off before work this morning, once the kids were in bed for the night. But alas, someone else requires his services, even if they are for his brain vice his body. He is going to yell at Boomer when he sees him. Not so much for pulling him away from his plans for the evening, but for making him miss the ultrasound appointment. As strong as he is trying to be for Mac, he is concerned too, and he will be ecstatic to get the much-needed reassurances of the doctor that all is progressing with her pregnancy as it should. He also doesn't like leaving Trisha and Matthew without saying good-bye first. His mini-marine worries about him almost as much as her mother. Mac is going to have a house full of tears when she gets home, and she really doesn't need anything additional put on her in her current condition.

He straps himself into his SUV, and keys up the Bluetooth, so that he can talk while driving to Andrews. "Siri, call mom."

Trish answers on the second ring, sounding a bit harried, "Well, hello there, stranger. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Harm smiles, "It hasn't been that long since I called, Mom. You sound a bit frazzled. Is everything ok?"

Trish chuckles, "Only because your wife insists that you call me frequently. Before you got married, I was lucky to hear from you only on special occasions. I'm fine, honey. I'm just got a showing at the gallery tomorrow night, and we are trying to put together the finishing touches for the exhibit. How is Mac feeling? How are the kids?"

Harm winces, thinking his mom might not be able to be with Mac for the ultrasound after all. He replies, "Actually mom, that is part of the reason I am calling."

Trish almost drops her clipboard, "Harmon, what's wrong? You tell me right now."

Harm rushes, "Mom, Trisha and Matthew are just fine. Mac is doing well too. She's just been feeling a little off with this pregnancy, compared to the others, and she is supposed to have an ultrasound later this week. I just found out that I have to go TDY immediately, to investigate a flight mishap, and I don't know if I will make it back in time. She won't reschedule it, and I don't want her to. I was kind of hoping that you would fly out here and go with her so that she wouldn't be alone."

Trish states, "Hang on a moment, Harm," as she yells to one of her subordinates, "Margie, can you finish checking off the rest of this list. I need to go to my office for a few minutes."

Harm hears a woman in the background, "Yes, Mrs. Burnett."

Trish starts walking back towards her office with heavy steps. Harm hears the door close, and his mother plop down on something, most likely her overstuffed armchair. She says, "Alright Harm, I can talk freely now. What do you mean she has been feeling off? Is she moody? Is she having pain or bleeding?"

Harm cautiously answers, "Take a breath, mom. No pain or bleeding. She has been moody, but I just chalk that up to the hormones of pregnancy. She has gained weight faster than she did with either Trisha or Matthew. Other than that, and a weird vibe she has, nothing seems out of the ordinary."

Trish exhales a breath she didn't realizes she was holding. She tells Harm, "I've never been one to underestimate a mother's intuition. If Mac thinks there is something going on, there probably is, but it doesn't necessarily mean that there is something wrong. I think you told me before that she had a case where she was trying to solve someone's murder and she just read the signals in her vision wrong. You couldn't convince the General to send someone else for this? She really could use YOU there."

Harm explains, "Unfortunately, no. Even if there was someone else with my skill set to investigate this, I was personally requested by the CO of the squadron. He is one of the pilots I used to fly with off of the Patrick Henry. Believe me, I tried to get out of it. I even mentioned Mac's appointment as the rationale, but don't you dare tell her I told the General she is pregnant!"

Trish nods, even though Harm can't see it. She chuckles, "Harm, I'm smart enough to know not to willingly anger a pregnant woman. You would think that you would have learned that lesson already by now, but you are male, so I'll forgive you."

Harm replies sheepishly, "What can I say, we have thick skulls."

Trish cracks up laughing, "Especially in your case. Regardless of how many times I told you that you couldn't fly off the roof without wings, you still kept trying. And how many years did it take for you to tell Mac that you loved her?"

Harm groans, "Too many. I eventually did, and my life has been a lot happier since I let go and admitted it to her. So, will you please give it a rest so we can get back to the matter at hand?"

Trish chuckles, and asks, "When is her ultrasound?"

Harm replies, "On Thursday at 1000 hours. Do you think you will be able to fly out and be with her?"

Harm hears her shuffling around on the other end. He inquires, "Mom, what are you doing?"

She replies, "I'm trying to see if I grew a pair of wings. I mean I know I'm angelic, but the last time I checked, I didn't have any attached either."

Harm shakes his head, and responds exasperated, "Mom!"

Trish, still laughing, replies, "I have to be here for the opening tomorrow night, we also have a showing Wednesday evening, but I think Margie can handle that in my absence. I can take either a late evening flight or the red eye on Wednesday night. That should get me there early enough in the morning to at least meet her at Bethesda, if not at the house before her appointment. If I can't find a flight, I'll see if Frank can borrow the company jet."

Harm says, "Thanks Mom. I really appreciate it, and whether Mac will admit it or not, she will also."