Chapter 3

"Sam, why did you come to the break room instead of the bathroom?" Al asked, stepping into the room and came face to holographic face with Mac. "Oh, god! What a Marine!"

Sam rolled his eyes at Al's lecherous comment, he knew he should be used to them by now, but it always surprised him how little respect Al had for women even though he'd been married five times.

"Mac, she poured out our coffee! What are we going to do with her?" the Admiral asked the female Marine.

"Court-marshal her, Sir! I'll prosecute!"

A handsome, dark haired Commander came into the already crowded room and asked, "Who is being court-marshaled?"

"Harriett, for killing a perfectly good pot of coffee," Mac told him.

"Did you make it, Mac? If so, I'll defend her! Your coffee could kill!"

"No, Rabb, I made it!" the Admiral growled.

"Oh, in that case you're sure to get off, Lieutenant Sims!" he joked. "It was justifiable homicide!"

"Sam, bathroom now!" Al shouted at him.

"Um, excuse me….bathroom," Sam muttered and shuffled his pregnant body passed all the people in the small room.

"Lieutenant!" the Admiral called.

"Sam, that's you!" Al told him.

Sam/Harriett turned around, "Yes, Sir?"

"Leave the coffee pot, Lieutenant," he advised, with an indulgent grin.

"Oh! Yes, Sir!" Sam said and handed the pot to him. This time Sam followed Al through the bullpen and out into the hall passed the elevators and Sam had his hand on the door to the men's room without even thinking about it.

"Sam," Al sighed, rolling his eyes, "Men don't get pregnant."

It took Sam a minute to realize what Al was trying to tell him. He sighed, and entered the ladies room instead. When Sam got inside, he found Al sticking his head through the stall doors to make sure they were alone.

"Al!" Sam hissed, "Stop that!"

"Rats! No one in there!" Al pouted.

Sam sighed, "Okay, why am I here and why am I pregnant?"

"Gee, Sam, you're the doctor…..you should know how you get pregnant!"

"That is not what I meant and you know it! Now why does Ziggy think I'm here?"

"He's not sure yet. All we know is that in two days time both you and the baby die during delivery. I'd guess you're here to prevent that."

"I'd say that that is a pretty good guess. What caused their deaths?"

"Working on it, Sam!" with that Al stepped back through the lighted door of the imagining chamber. Seconds later Sarah Mackenzie came into the restroom.

"Sure glad Al is gone," Sam muttered.

To be continued….