Chapter 3
"STOP, right where you are young lady!" demanded AJ in his best Admiral's voice. "You come into my office and tell me I am about to become a father, and I still have no idea what you want from me. Get back here and sit down and tell me what it is you expect from me."
"I am NOT in the military and you CAN'T order me around!" she shouted back at him as she hurried through the bullpen.
"Wait, Krista!"
She managed to move quickly even around all the desks and people in the bullpen. She looked at the closed elevator doors and didn't want to wait for them since he was following her, she headed for the stairs.
AJ was in excellent shape, but he was not counting on Bud kneeling behind the halfwall picking up files that he had dropped when Krista came rushing past and accidentally knocked from his hands. AJ tripped right over him and Krista managed to get away.
Getting to his feet AJ ran to the elevator. Not waiting for it to come up, he ran down the stairs.
Stopping at the guard by the door. He questioned him, "Did you see a pregnant woman with long brown hair in a beige dress?"
"Yes, Sir, she just left." AJ, all but tore the clipboard out of the man's hand, so he could get a look at her signature and finally learn her last name. But the page was badly smeared…it looked like rain drops, but the day was bright and sunny. It must have been tears! Nonetheless the name was unreadable.
Running over to the gate he asked the guard, "Did you see a young pregnant woman in beige leave here in the last fifteen minutes?"
"The only vehicle with a young woman in it was an old beat up Volkswagen."
"Did you get the license plate?" AJ requested.
"No, Sir, I'm sorry I didn't know it was needed. Is something wrong?"
"No, thank you, Sergeant." AJ walked slowly back inside the building. This time he took the elevator up and walked to his office. Shutting the door he slumped at his desk. Where was she? Where did she go with his baby?
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
1400 EST
JAG Headquarters
Falls Church, Virginia
AJ was hot under the collar! They had used his sperm without his permission. He'd see someone paid for this, and paid dearly. "Hazzen Laboratories."
"Laboratories? When I was there, you were a sperm bank. I should know, I made a deposit,"
"We accept sperm donations, Sir."
"Yes, and mine was to be marked 'for use with donor's permission only'," he informed him. "You still do that?"
"Oh, yes, Sir. I'm sure your sperm is in tact and ready for use."
"NO! My sperm is not in tact, it's already been used without my permission!"
"That's impossible, Sir."
"Well, tell that to the pregnant lady that just left my office," he bellowed. "Let me speak to your supervisor immediately."
"Of course, Sir, that would be Doctor Charles Rabb."
"Rabb!" AJ exclaimed.
"Charles Rabb, how may I help you?"
"You wouldn't be related to a Harmon Rabb would you?"
"No, Sir, not to my knowledge, was that why you called?"
"No, it is not! Someone there used my sperm, without my permission."
"That's highly unlikely. Ah, Mr..."
"Admiral AJ. Chegwidden, US Navy."
"Admiral, that just doesn't happen. We're extremely careful here."
"Well, then that young lady that was four months pregnant in my office must have lied," he sneered. "Check your records while I hold. That would be under Albert Chegwidden."
"Hold just a moment, Sir. Yes, here is Albert Chegwidden, sperm donated with order not to use without permission. Oh dear!"
"Why do I not like that, 'Oh dear', Rabb?"
"I'm afraid, Admiral, that due to the overhaul of our offices and with our new computer system there was an error. Your sperm was donated by mistake!"
"I want that ladies name!"
"I'm sorry, Sir, that is confidential."
"Hell man! You gave her my sperm without my permission, I want her name!"
"I'm sorry, Admiral, but I cannot give you that information."
AJ slammed the received down.
To be continued…