Chapter 2

Monday, November 13, 2000

1000 EST

JAG Headquarters

Falls Church, VA

Sam Beckett felt strange. He always did right after a leap, and just a little disoriented really, nothing major. He was sitting at a desk in some kind of military installation, if all the people around him in uniform were any indication. Looking down at his desk, to try and find some more information about who he was this leap, and where he might be this time, before Al got here to fill him in, he noticed two things right away. He was also in uniform, and he would have normally have noticed that he had breasts next, but just as this registered he felt someone kick him in the stomach. That was when he realized that it was coming from inside of him. He was pregnant….AGAIN! "Oh, Boy!" (fade to commercial hehehe)

"No, sweetie, we're having a girl. The doctor said the ultra-sound was pretty conclusive. Are you disappointed it's not another boy?" Bud asked his wife.

Sam looked up at the Lieutenant standing in front of the desk he was sitting at.

"Sam, that's your husband, answer him!" Rear Admiral Albert Calavicci told his friend as he step into the bullpen, dressed as what could only be an over-the-top version of Napoleon, coming through a brightly lit doorway to another time and place.

"Um…Ah…no, I'm fine with a girl," Sam said in a female's voice.

"Okay, Sweetie, just making sure. I need to meet Commander Rabb in court now. I'll see you at lunch."

Al gave Sam a look that said, 'answer him already!'.

"Oh, um, sure, sweetie," Sam replied. "Al, we need to talk," he muttered almost under his breath, hoping only his holographic friend could hear him.

"Go to the bathroom, Sam, pregnant women are always needing to go to the bathroom! Meet you there!" Al told him as he punched something into Ziggy and stepped through the imaging chamber door.

Sam looked around and no one seemed to be looking at him, so he got up and began to search for the restrooms. He was pretty sure that asking someone where they were would not be the prudent thing to do. He wandered into a small room with cupboards, a fridge, and a coffee pot, that smelled like in needed dumping…. badly!

There was a two star Admiral about to pour himself a cup of what Sam could only describe as sludge. "Sir, don't drink that! It is way too old." Sam/Harriett took the pot from his hand and dumped it down the drain. Not noticing the stunned look on the Admiral's face, Sam added, "I'll make a fresh pot."

"Lieutenant, I had just made that coffee…. it WAS a fresh pot!" came the exasperated reply from the Admiral.

"But, Sir….only Marines drink their coffee that strong!"

"Harriett, I heard that!" Lieutenant Colonel Sarah Mackenzie said, coming into the break room.

To be continued….