Title: Fire
Author: Hollyjp
Summary: What happens when the fire between Harm and Mac flares and burns? Will they crash and burn or meld into a powerful force bonded by forged steel?
Spoilers: Could be...but can you tell them from my own speculation or my imagination?
Disclaimer: JAG is the property of Bellisario Productions, CBS, and Paramount. I have borrowed their characters for entertainment purposes only. No monetary gain will result from their appearance in my story.
CHAPTER 1
“Objection! Your Honor Commander Rabb is asking the witness to speculate not give facts.”
“Your Honor, this witness is knowledgeable about the defendant and would have working knowledge of prior acts and reasoning...”
“You Honor...”
“Colonel I gave you a great deal of latitude in your questioning of an earlier witness in this same vein. I’m inclined to side with Commander Rabb on this one. Over ruled. Answer the question,” instructed the judge, Commander Helfman.
“Thank you Your Honor...I’ll repeat the question. Lt. Martin, has the defendant ever indicated that he wanted to hire a prostitute to meet his baser needs?”
“No, sir.”
“Explain to us why you feel competent to answer this question?”
“Well sir, last year a bunch of us were going on liberty when we were docked in Italy. We were all saying that we ought to get some hookers but Lt. Randall refused. We all started asking him if he was gay...”
“Objection...the policy is ‘don’t ask, don’t tell,” Mac interjected again.
“I know the policy Colonel, but I’d like to hear the answer before I decide if I need to strike the response. Go ahead Lt. Martin,” Judge Helfman instructed.
“Yes, Ma’am...when we asked him if he was gay, he said no, but that he didn’t think it was worth the money to risk getting arrested or some disease. We tried to tell him that there were safe options...condoms, but he still wouldn’t have any part of it.”
“Thank you, Lt. Martin.”
“I’ll let the statement stand as no one was jeopardized by the response,” Judge Helfman responded. “Colonel?”
“No questions for this witness at this time...I reserve the right to recall at a later time.”
“Very well Colonel. Commander Rabb, call your next witness.”
“Defense calls Lt. Bruce Jacobs.”
Colonel Mackenzie, as the prosecution, swore in the witness and returned to her seat to see what games Rabb was playing this time.
“Lt. Jacobs, can you explain your relationship to the defendant Lt. Randall?”
“Yes, sir...Lt. Randall and I were at the bar together the night the prostitute was attacked.”
“How many drinks did you see Lt. Randall have that night?”
“Two.”
“When did he get the first one?”
“Twenty-one hundred.”
“And the second one?”
“Twenty-three thirty give or take a few minutes.”
“And you did not see Lt. Randall with any other drinks that night?”
“Objection! This case is not about how much Lt. Randall drank.”
“Your Honor, I’m trying to establish the ground work for the defense of my client.”
“Trying to manipulate things your way again,” Mac mumbled under her breath.
“Excuse me Colonel?” questioned Judge Amy Helfman.
“Sorry Your Honor.”
“Go ahead Commander.”
“No sir, I didn’t see Lt. Randall with any other drinks all night.”
“On the night in question, did any women approach the defendant?”
“Yes sir...several stopped by to see if either of us wanted to dance.”
“And did you?”
“Not at first, sir...”
“Why not?”
“We had only gotten off the ship and still didn’t have our land legs at first. Later we both started to dance some.”
“With the women that asked you to dance?”
“Yes.”
“Did you ask any of them to dance?”
“No, sir.”
“Why not?”
“No need to sir. Women were coming after us. We got to pick and chose who we wanted to spend time with.”
“Did Lt. Randall turn down any offers?”
“Yes sir...quite a few.”
“From the same person or several different people.”
“Three different people he rejected more then once.”
“Thank you...do you know why?”
“Objection!”
“Over ruled.”
“Yes sir...he said that he didn’t trust the ones that were really painted up and that sized him up so thoroughly.”
“Why?”
“He said they seemed too forward to him.”
“Was he particularly interested in anyone that night?”
“Yes, sir...she worked there...you know, dancing with the sailors, keeping them company over drinks and food.”
“Did they leave together?”
“No sir. We were called away to the ship and left right away...he didn’t even finish the last drink he ordered and the food hadn’t been delivered before we left.”
“Thank you. Colonel?”
“Lt. Jacobs, how did Lt. Randall gauge how forward the women were? Was it by the amount of make-up, the fact they asked him to dance, the looks they gave him?”
“Objection! Colonel Mackenzie is not waiting for an answer before asking the next question.”
“Sustained.”
“Lt. Jacobs, how did Randall gauge how forward the women were?”
“He said the amount of make-up they wore made him feel they had something to hide. He also said that he didn’t like it when they caught them staring at his...umm...crotch.”
“I see...it wasn’t that they asked him to dance instead of waiting to be asked?”
“No Ma’am. It’s nice to be approached once in awhile.”
“I have no further questions.” Mac practically stomped back to her seat.
“Very well, we’ll call a recess for lunch and reconvene at fourteen hundred hours.” Judge Helfman banged the gavel and everyone rose while she made her exit to her chambers.
“Admiral Morris...I didn’t realize you were waiting for me,” Amy Helfman addresses her commanding officer.
“At ease Commander...I know how troublesome JAG’s two top attorneys can be...how are they doing today?”
“Commander Rabb has actually been quite well behaved. Colonel Mackenzie has had one minor outburst but mostly they are just trying to out do each other. Commander Rabb seems to have a solid defense, good witnesses, and more patience then he use to have.”
“And the Colonel?”
“Her case is shaky and she’s trying her best to prosecute effectively, but Rabb’s case is solid.”
“General Creswell asked me to check up on things because of their track record. I told him the last few times Rabb and Mackenzie were in my courtroom they were on their best behavior. I think he wondered if you could contain them.”
“No problem. They are both good at what they do. Usually they get frustrated with each other when one of them is backed into a corner and we have some fire. Unfortunately this time it looks like Colonel Mackenzie has a weak case going in.”
“And Rabb’s not goading her?”
“Not intentionally that I can tell.”
“Let me know if things go sour.”
“I will.”
Same Time
JAG Ops
“Mac?”
“What?”
“Whoa...time out here...I’m sorry you got stuck prosecuting a case that never should have come to trial. I didn’t make the assignment.”
“I know...sorry for snapping at you.”
“What’s going on Mac?”
“First of all, this should never have come to trial but because of Vukovic’s insistence to the convening authority, we’re in court. If I don’t prosecute with everything I’ve got, then I’ve been told that my ethics will be questioned.” Mac sputtered still outraged.
“Mac, I’m sorry...”
“Don’t Harm...not now...”
“Why Mac? How come when you need to open up to someone, you keep pushing me away?”
“Harm, I’m not pushing you away...I can’t risk compromising the case right now...when this is over...I’d love to vent to you...okay?”
“Okay, Mac. As long as you know that I’m here when you’re ready.”
“I do know that...and I’m ready to talk...but once again circumstances won’t allow it without one of us risking our client or our career,” Mac sighed as she turned to go to the kitchen. “You bring your lunch?”
“Yeah...think its safe to eat together?”
“As long as we eat in public and don’t talk about the case.”
“What can we talk about?” Harm asked grinning at the predicament they were in.
“How about you tell me how Mattie is doing?”
“Deal.”
They got their lunches from the kitchen refrigerator and then opted to sit outside on the patio and soak up some early spring sun and warmth.
“Mattie was moved to the rehab center Monday. I stopped in to see her and she was exhausted. Tom said he spent the day with her as they put her through her paces. She couldn’t stay awake to eat her dinner. They told him its not unusual and that we’ll have to watch her and make sure she doesn’t over due and have a set back.”
“What’s the prognosis?”
“They think she has a good chance of being able to walk again, at least with a cane. She’s not willing to settle for that.”
“Harm, are you okay with everything with Mattie?”
“Yeah...Tom’s handling it quite well actually. Mattie and I enjoy our visits but I think she’s getting to a point where she’s going to need you and Jen more then her fathers.”
“I’ll try to be there for her Harm...she’s a good kid.”
“Yes, she is. But I’d better warn you...she’s planning to grill you when she sees you about some things.”
“Oh? And I don’t suppose you’d be one of those things?”
“Afraid so.”
“I think I can handle her. I am a Marine.”
“Yes I know...we’ll see after you’ve been grilled.”
“Hey if I can deal with you in court I can deal with a sixteen year old girl.”
“We’ll see...” Harm chuckled knowing first hand how good Mattie was at questioning someone. They had recently talked about her eventually going to law school.
{FLASHBACK}
“Mattie, what’s wrong?” Harm had asked as he entered her room at the center and found her sobbing uncontrollably into her pillow. At first Mattie hadn’t answered, in fact hadn’t been able to talk through her tears. He had held her and she had wrapped her slender arms around his neck crying on his shoulder. When the tears subsided and she could find her voice her words broke his heart and made it soar at the same time.
“I wanted to be like you, Harm...I wanted to be as good a pilot as you...but I can’t...the doctor said that he doesn’t see that I will ever be hundred percent and I know that to be a naval aviator I would have to be...” She hiccupped a little before she went on, “ I thought taking after you would be one way I could show you how much you’ve meant to me...how much I love you...”
Harm’s eyes filled with tears as his heart burst with love for this young woman that meant as much to him as his own daughter would. He had always thought about having a child that would walk in his footsteps some day, like he had with his father. Mattie had wanted to be that child. Now, because of a tragic accident, her physical limitations would probably prevent her from reaching that dream. That was when it suddenly dawned on him that he wasn’t just an aviator. There was another part of him that even with a disability she could pursue. Harm smiled.
“Mattie,” he began as he rubbed her back with his large but gentle hands, “Have you ever thought about becoming a lawyer?”
“Me? A lawyer? Now why would you think that?” Mattie had asked pulling back out of his arms and zeroing in on him with a look that told him he couldn’t hide a thing from her.
“You have a way of disarming people and then going in for the kill with your questions. You do it naturally and most lawyers study and practice and hope to get it right just once in awhile.” He thought for a minute and then asked her, “Remember the time you asked me if I loved Mac?”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t want to talk about it with you, but you kept bringing it back to us, and you asked questions in a way that I had to answer truthfully. I couldn’t lie to you.”
“I remember...and you said you were working on it.”
“We are.”
“Still?”
“We’ve made some progress.”
“Really? Then tell me where you went on your last date?”
“Mattie...”
“You aren’t making good progress are you?”
“I’m waiting for Mac to be ready.”
“And you honestly think that you can sit around and wait and all of a sudden you’ll know when she’s ready?”
“Yes...she’ll tell me.”
“Really...I don’t see it happening...at least not without someone intervening...and I think I know who can do this.”
“Do what Mattie? What are you thinking?” Harm asked, suddenly afraid of what Mattie might do.
“I’m thinking I need to talk to Mac.”
“Mattie...”
“Don’t worry Harm, I won’t tell her anything you’ve told me in confidence..and I won’t tell you what she tells me in confidence either...”
“Then what good will it do?”
“Oh you might be surprised.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Harm admitted, shaking his head as he watched her eyes come alive again. “This is exactly why I think you would make a great lawyer...you’re smart, intuitive, can ask questions, and that’s without any training.”
“You really think I would be good at it?” Mattie asked.
“Yes...if its what you want to do. Mattie, I’ll be proud of you no matter what career you choose as long as you do your best at it...not be the best...do your best. There’s a difference you know.” Harm told the teenager.
“I know Harm...and I like the lawyer idea.”
“You do?”
“Yeah...it has possibilities...” Mattie leaned back. For the first time in days Mattie seemed at peace. The doctors had told them that as soon as she could accept that there could be limitations and made up her mind to give rehab a fair shot, then they would be able to assess her prognosis much more realistically.
{END FLASHBACK}
“Earth to Harm...Hey Sailor, where did you go?” Mac asked as she watched Harm slip into a daydream or get lost in thought about something. She hoped it wasn’t the case.
“Oh, sorry Mac...I was just thinking about my conversation with Mattie. Want to go with me this evening to see her...or you want to venture over on your own?” Harm asked.
“What time are you going?”
“I thought I’d go grab a bite to eat and then head over. Spend the evening talking about her day and tuck her in before I go home.”
“Sounds like a special family kind of moment,” Mac stated, a sadness filling her eyes.
“It will be better if you’re there,” Harm promised.
“Alright...shall I meet you at your place?”
“No...I’ll pick you up. What do you say to dinner on the way?” Harm smiled.
“Sounds good. Now, my friend, I think we need to get back to work,” Mac smiled warming Harm’s heart and his blood.
CHAPTER 2
1400 Local
Court Room
JAG Headquarters
“Defense calls Sheila Lambert,” announced Harm when court resumed. He watched as Mac sworn in the witness. “Ms. Lambert, were you at the Dockside Bar on the night in question?”
“Yes.”
“And did you approach the defendant, Lt. Randall?”
“Yes.”
“What did you say to him?”
“I asked him if he wanted to dance.”
“And his response?”
“He refused at first.”
“At first? Did you ask him a second time?”
“Yes.”
“When was that?”
“About an hour later. I saw him dance with another woman and so I asked him again.”
“Why, Ms. Lambert? He had already said no.”
“Yes, but he had been nice about it and told me that he wasn’t ready to dance yet. When I saw him dance with another woman, I decided to ask again.”
“But why?”
“Objection! Asked and answered,” Mac called from her seat.
“I’ll rephrase...Do you usually ask someone to do something more then once if they said no the first time?”
“Objection! Relevance?” Mac queried.
“I’m trying to establish what others saw in Lt. Randall and why circumstances may have lead to misconceptions.”
“I’ll allow it for now, Commander...but let’s get there fairly quickly.”
“Thank you...Do you ask a second time?”
“Yes.”
“A third?”
“Sometimes,” Ms Lambert smiled. “If I think its worth the risk.”
“And did you think Lt. Randall was worth the risk?”
“Yes. You don’t find polite, respectful, gentleman in Dockside Bar that often.”
“And why were you there that night?” Harm asked the witness.
“I....work there.”
“And what do you do? Remember you are under oath,” Harm cautioned her.
“I’m a...I ah...Can’t I take the fifth or something?” the woman asked, as her eyes teared up.
“Is that what you want to do?” the judge asked.
“Maybe...I don’t know...” Sheila Lambert couldn’t look at anyone, her eyes on her hands in her lap.
“Ms. Lambert, do you work for yourself, or are you employed by someone else?” Harm asked.
“I work for the guy that runs Dockside Bar. He hires us to ‘make nice’ with the customers so they stay longer and spend more on drinks and food.”
“And why do you work there?”
“I have a child that I need to support and I can make good money. Some of the girls offer more then dancing and companionship. I don’t...and no one comes to my house.”
“Is it fair to say that while you are working and getting paid to be nice to the men, you are also hoping to find suitable husband material?”
“Yes,” Sheila whispered barely loud enough to be heard.
“And when you danced with Lt. Randall, did you talk to him, about your child?” Harm asked.
“Yes. He asked me why I would work there and I told him that the hours were good and it was easier to get a sitter in the evenings. I go to school during the day and my son can go to daycare with me there.”
“What are you training to be, Ms. Lambert?”
“A teacher. I’ll have my degree in about two months. If I can get a teaching job then I can quit this job.”
“And why this job and not waitressing or some other more typical evening job...maybe a factory with a night shift?” Harm asked.
“The pay...I can make four hundred dollars for working Thursday, Friday and Saturday evenings and another hundred-fifty dollars if I work another night after a ship has docked. The other jobs don’t pay anywhere near as good...and I get to sit down more doing this job. When you are on your feet teaching all day, being on your feet waiting tables all night is rough. I tried it.”
“Thank you, Ms. Lambert. I have just a few more questions,” Harm informed her. “Did you explain this to Lt. Randall?”
“Yes.”
“And what did he do?”
“He told me that I should be home with my son and he offered to give me the hundred-fifty dollars himself so I could go home, but I refused. I needed the job for a few more months and if I had taken the money, I would have been fired.”
“Was this when you were dancing?”
“Yes.”
“And what did he do then?”
“He asked me to come sit down and have a drink and some food...he wanted to talk to me.”
“Did you accept his invitation?”
“Not right away. I did come over later in the evening. He ordered a drink and some nachos and while we were waiting for the order, he was told that he needed to report back to his ship. He handed me some money to pay for the food and he left.”
“And what did you do?”
“I paid for the food when it was delivered and I discovered he had left more then fifty dollars too much. I had the food wrapped up and I tried to catch up with him.”
“Did you?”
“Almost...I saw him going up to the ship and I followed him. The guard wouldn’t let me go in and I tried to explain that he had paid for something and I was trying to it to him, the guard got all flustered and called the MP’s. I didn’t want anyone to get into trouble, so I left.”
“Thank you Ms. Lambert. I know this hasn’t been easy. Your witness Colonel.” Harm returned to his seat.
“Ms. Lambert, have you seen Lt. Randall since the night at the bar?”
“No.”
“Did you try to contact him?”
“No.”
“Thank you.”
“Redirect, your Honor?” asked Harm. At her nod, he stood up and asked, “Why didn’t you get in touch with Lt. Randall after that night?”
“First my son got sick and then I started student teaching and I had to focus on my school work. Then I was called as a witness and advised not to talk to Lt. Randall.”
“Thank you.”
“Are you ready to call your next witness, Commander Rabb?” asked Judge Helfman.
“Yes, Ma’am. The defense calls Lt. Dennis Randall.”
Mac swore in the defendant and returned to her seat. She knew going in her case had been weak and she was fuming at the overly aggressive new guy, Lt. Greg Vukovic for his role in this debacle.
Mac had to hide a smile as she realized that for all her sputtering about Harm pulling rabbits out of hats to win cases and playing to his audience - be a jury or a judge, Harm did play fair...and went for the truth not the win. She also knew that when he got stuck with these cases, which happened way more then people realized, he only went for the twists and turns when he felt justice wasn’t being served.
Mac had seen Harm upset when he won a case when he thought his client guilty, but he always put up a through defense and left no stone unturned. It had taken her a while to understand that about him, but once she did, she looked on their court room battle of wills eagerly. He made her a better lawyer and she knew that he believed her to give him that same kind of edge.
“Lt. Randall did you attempt to purchase the services of a prostitute on the night of January 25, 2005?”
“No sir!”
“Were you at the Dockside Bar and Grill in Norfolk?”
“Yes sir.”
“Did you give money to anyone in the bar that night, Lt. Randall?”
“Yes sir.”
“Who did you give the money too and what was the purpose?”
“I paid the waitress that brought the drinks when we first got there. When I ordered drinks and some food later on, I had to leave before it was brought to me, so I left the money with the woman that I had met that evening.”
“How much did you leave with her?”
“I left her with eighty dollars - four twenty dollar bills.”
“Why?”
“I wasn’t sure how much the food would come to and I didn’t want her to get stuck with the bill, plus I knew how hard things were for her and she was trying to right by her son...I wanted her to have a little extra for herself.”
“Why did you want her to have something for herself?”
“She works hard, sir, and she’s trying to take of her son alone and learn to be a teacher. I enjoyed talking to her and knowing that she wasn’t coming on to me, like some of the others had.”
“Why were you called back to the ship so suddenly Lieutenant?”
“The skipper ordered us back because about the time we went off duty, someone beat up one of the seamen and he wasn’t discovered right away. When he was, he wanted us back there because the guy said it was a couple of lieutenant that had done it.”
“Were you one of them?”
“No.”
“Were you charged with assault?”
“No.”
“What were you charged with?”
“Attempting to solicit a prostitute, sir.”
“When did you find that out?”
“I had been back on board the ship only maybe five or ten minutes when the guards and the skipper came in and asked me if I had left money with a women at the Dockside Bar. When I said yes, I was arrested for attempting to solicit a prostitute and they wouldn’t listen to my story and the onboard JAG told me I should be quiet.”
“Your Honor, I would like to move for dismissal on all charges. Lt. Dennis Randall was trying to be a good citizen and be responsible enough to pay for food and drinks he had ordered when he was suddenly called away from the bar. Ms. Lambert tried to return his change and gift and those on guard jumped to conclusions.”
“Colonel Rabb...I’m sorry...Colonel Mackenzie,” Judge Helfman corrected herself and flushed slightly at her slip up, “Having heard the testimony of all parties, I am inclined to agree. Colonel, I do not feel you were able to make prima facia in this case. Case dismissed and Court is adjourned.” Judge Helfman banged her gavel and made her way back to her chambers. Once again Admiral Morris was waiting for her.
“Charges dismissed?”
“Yes sir.”
“Never should have made it to court from what I could tell.”
“Why did it?” Commander Helfman asked.
“Apparently Creswell has a couple of new ‘hot shot’ lawyers he thinks and the one investigating this case felt it should go to trial and convinced the skipper to press charges. Told him that he had enough stuff being questioned on his ship that the only way he could really be sure was push for the Article 32 hearing.”
“You sound skeptical about the new junior team.”
“Yeah, well, they had big shoes to fill. Rabb, Mackenzie, and Roberts have been around a while and were all top notch...even Rabb with his unorthodox ways. He gets the job done and is always after the truth. Turner is mostly by the book...you know, even Lt. Singer knew her job although she didn’t have people skills and I questioned whether she had a heart at times...but this new crew...I worry about the ethics of one and the skills of the other...but maybe because I’ve been spoiled all these years.”
“I can’t imagine what it will be like around her when Rabb and Mackenzie move on.”
“Oh? Is one of them leaving?”
“I don’t know....I’m sorry that’s twice today...”
“I’m not following I guess,” Admiral Morris said.
“I accidentally called Colonel Mackenzie, Colonel Rabb because I was thinking to myself that she would probably change her name when they married...”
“Rabb and Mackenzie are finally getting married?” asked Admiral Morris.
“Not that I know of...I guess I just can’t keep thinking how much they seem like a couple...and the fire works between them in court must keep things interesting at home...or in their personal lives. If they did ever get together one of them would have to leave Creswell’s command, I guess, but I was thinking that they’ve both been here a long time and if they are to get a promotion again they will need to leave to take a command billet.”
“True...I’ve tried to get Mackenzie to join us on the bench. She’s good.”
“What did she say?”
“She said that if she leaves JAG it will be to travel less so that she can have a family. She knows the junior judges get stuck with most of the traveling,” Morris grinned.
CHAPTER 3
1725 Local
Mac’s Apartment
Georgetown
<Knock-knock>
“Mac, you ready?” Harm called through the door.
“You’ve already been home?” Mac asked as she opened the door to let him in, taking in his jeans, sweater and sneakers.
“No...I changed at JAG...I had a bag in my car.”
“Have a seat...I’ll be ready soon.” Mac turned back to her bedroom. Harm watched her go. She had opened the door to him in her stocking feet, her top partly undone and with no jacket on. He loved seeing her a little messed up and it didn’t happen often. It made her more appealing when she wasn’t quite as squared away as a Marine should be.
Mac returned in a pair of black jeans and a lime green sweater with a pair of soft clogs on her feet. He stood as she approached and he realized how much height her heels gave her when she was in uniform. Her head barely came to his shoulder now.
“Ready?” she asked.
“Sure. Better grab a jacket, Mac...it’s cooling off.”
“Okay...it was sure beautiful today wasn’t it?”
“It had to have been at least seventy five out at lunch time...it’s dropped to about forty again already,” Harm told her.
“Typical April weather I guess.”
“Yeah...Let’s go.” Harm took her hand as they walked to his Corvette. He held the door for Mac to climb in and then closed it before getting in on his side. Mac commented when he got in.
“That’s kind of different coming from you Harm.”
“What’s that Mac?”
“Opening and closing my door for me.”
“True...but then you’ve never given me a chance to do that for you before.”
“I haven’t?”
“Nope.”
“Well maybe I’ll expect it whenever we aren’t in uniform,” Mac teased him.
“Does that mean I can expect to spend more out-of work time with you then?” Harm asked.
“If you want to.”
“Mac, you know I want to...I’ve been waiting for you to let me know you’re ready.”
“I know.”
“So are you ready?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Okay.” Harm got quiet and drove to the restaurant where they were planning to eat.
Mac watched him and wondered what he was thinking. He didn’t seem angry or upset...maybe a touch disappointed but she wasn’t sure. She didn’t mean to keep him dangling, but when he asked her, she just wasn’t sure if she was really ready or not...didn’t know if she’s know even. She sighed and relaxed into her seat.
They chatted and made small talk over dinner, both seemed to be at ease with the other. Harm paid for their dinner and escorted Mac back to the Corvette, again opening and closing the car door for her. They drove to the Rehab Center where Mattie was staying in silence.
After he parked the car, he ran around to help her out and took her hand in his as they walked into the Center and to Mattie’s room. Tom was just leaving. He tried to get there and have dinner with her, but then left to get back home at a reasonable hour and let Harm have his time with her between dinner and bed. It allowed both ‘fathers’ to have time alone with her and to talk if they had concerns.
“Mac! You came!” Mattie called out when she saw her beside Harm.
“Hi Mattie. How are you doing?”
“They say I’m making progress...some days it sure doesn’t feel like it. Hey Harm.”
“Hey yourself, Mattie. Tom how are you doing?”
“Not bad Commander. Colonel, it’s good to see you again.”
“Nice to see you also Tom.”
“Mathilda, I need to head out. Would you mind if Harm walks out with me so I can talk to him about that plane I was telling you about?”
“No, go ahead. It will give me some time with Mac...Night Dad.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow and pizza is on the menu, right?” Tom asked.
“Right!”
“Sleep tight. I love you.”
“Love you too Dad.”
“I’ll be back in awhile, ladies,” Harm informed them as Mac pulled up a chair next to Mattie’s bed.
“You look like you’re feeling optimistic tonight, Mattie.” Mac told the teenager.
“That’s because you’re here with Harm.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Has he asked you out Mac?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t mean working dinners and coming to see me. I mean a real date.”
“Mattie, I’m not sure Harm and I would do well on a ‘real date’ as you put it. Dates are for when two people are trying to get to know each other. We’re beyond that.”
“If he asked you out, would you go?”
“Probably.”
“No hedging...yes or no?”
“Yes...if I didn’t already have plans.”
“Don’t you think Harm is worth changing your plans for him?”
“I guess...”
“Then you should have answered yes.”
“I see.” Mac smiled a little realizing that she had underestimated this girl’s interrogation skills.
“Mac, can I ask you something personal? I won’t tell anyone, your answer...I promise.”
“Go ahead.”
“Do you love Harm?”
“Whoa! You don’t pull your punches do you? I’m glad I’m use to Chloe or you might have thrown me with that one,” Mac responded proud of herself for avoiding the answer.
“Won’t work Mac...I won’t be dissuaded. Do you love Harm?” Mattie’s eyes held hers and Mac knew that she would have to answer this girl honestly...nothing less would be accepted.
“Yes, I do...I have for a very long time.”
“Then why aren’t you together...dating...living together...getting married?” Mattie peppered Mac with questions one after the other. “Hasn’t Harm told you that he wants to be part of your life?”
“Yes...”
“Then why are you holding back, Mac?”
“Because I’m scared that I’ll screw things up so bad that I’ll lose even his friendship,” Mac whispered.
“Won’t happen...Harm’s too forgiving with those he loves,” Mattie assured her. “You know what they keep telling me here at Rehab?” Mattie asked.
“No.”
“No pain - No gain. If you don’t take a chance with Harm, you’ll never know what you could have had...oh hey Harm...you and Dad get that plane figured out?”
“Yeah I think so. Mac, you okay?” Harm had noticed her pale complexion when he walked in and saw the startled expression on her face. He glanced at Mattie who was looking like the cat that swallowed the canary. “Mattie?”
“I’m find Harm...I’ll be right back...I need to use the restroom.” With that Mac hurried from Mattie’s room into the corridor and out of their sight and earshot.
“Mattie, what did you say to Mac?”
“I told her what they’ve been telling me here, Harm...you have to take some risks because the pain leads to gains...you know...no pain - no gain.”
“Oh no...Mattie, Mac’s been through a lot this past year or two. I hope you aren’t blaming her for our slow progress.”
“No...but she’s got to take some risks too, Harm.”
“Alright...we’ll talk about this more another time. Tell me how things went today.”
“Yes, Dad...”
“Don’t get cheeky with me, girl,” Harm laughed.
Mattie launched into a rehash of her day and Mac quietly rejoined them about ten minutes after she left. She seemed okay - relaxed - and content to sit with them. They chatted about Mattie’s progress and told her about the case they had wrapped up. Harm and Mac bantered over the case and how Mac’s record against Harm wasn’t great because she usually managed to get the cases with no defense with she defended. Harm reminded her that her overall record was still better then his, which should prove that he got his share of tricky cases as well. Mac admitted it finally smiling at Harm and winking at Mattie.
Mattie began yawning and Harm announced it was time for them to leave. He stood up and tucked her blankets around her before bending down and kissing her forehead.
“I’ll call you tomorrow if it looks like I won’t make it back in time to see you,” Harm informed her. He had told her before that he had to go out of town to interview some witnesses on a new case.
“I’ll try to come out if he can’t make it back, Mattie. I’d like to spend more time with you anyway and girl talk is easier when he’s not hanging around,” Mac nodded to Harm.
“Thanks Mac. I’d like that.”
“Sweet dreams, Mattie. I love you.”
“Love you too Harm...you too Mac.” Mattie smiled at both of them and watched Harm take Mac’s hand in his as they walked from the room.
On the way to the car Mac turned to Harm, “You’re right...she would make a good lawyer.”
“You okay? She can get brutal with her questions at times.”
“I’m fine. What she said made a lot of sense...and she was right. Between the trial and Mattie, I’ve decided that I’ve been a fool the last few years.”
“Really. Care to explain more?” Harm asked.
“Not yet...” Harm figured she still wasn’t ready so was surprised when she added, “But I would like to talk to you when we get back to my place.”
“Alright.”
2140 Local
Mac’s Apartment
Georgetown
Setting the tea and cookies on the table in the dining room, Mac and Harm sat in their usual chairs near each other and sipped their tea. Harm waited for Mac to say what she wanted to tell him.
“Harm, did you think about what Sheila Lambert said during the trial today as it applied to us?”
“No. I guess I’m not following you Mac.”
“She said today that she heard Dennis Randall when he said he didn’t want to dance yet...she heard the yet...and asked again. I didn’t do that with you in Australia...you said yet but I heard no. I think I’ve been punishing you ever sense in some way...or maybe myself...but I realized tonight that I’ve got to take risks if I’m going to ever find happiness...I thought I had figured it out after my accident, but Mattie and the trial reminded me of it again today.”
“Would you like me to take the first risk?” Harm asked as he covered her hand with his own.
“I think you took the last risk, Harm...” Mac’s voice trailed off as she sat there her eyes glued to his.
“I realized something tonight too. Mattie and I have learned to say how much we mean to each other. I’ve not told you Mac...not in so many words. I think its time I did. Don’t you?”
“You don’t need to Harm...I mean, I think I know how you feel...in my head at least...”
“What if I want to?” Harm asked her softly.
“It’s up to you...I don’t want to back you into a corner or something.”
“You aren’t. I love you Mac...as a friend; as the most beautiful intelligent woman I know. I can’t imagine you not in my life, but I can imagine you in my life in so many more ways...sometimes I’m afraid I’ll scare you away if you aren’t ready to hear this...but I need to say it to you. You need to get use to hearing me say it and learn to believe me...that the feelings are there behind the words. I’m going to start telling you every time I see you until you tell me you don’t want me or my love.” Harm saw the tears spring to Mac’s eyes.
“You do...love me?”
“Yes. Is that okay?”
“Yes...it’s very okay,” Mac said as she stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his head while she stood between his knees. His arms came up and wrapped around her waist as his head rested against her breasts.
They stood that way for several minutes, just enjoying the physical closeness. Harm looked up at Mac before he pulled her around to sit across his knees. With his arms around her waist and her arms around his neck, they held on to each other with their heads resting together.
“Why do you put up with me...with all my issues?” Mac asked Harm.
“Because we all have them. They are what makes us who we are and give us are uniqueness and individuality. I love you issues and all. I want to help you when you needed it; support you when you need that; and lean on you when I need you to be there for me.”
“I know. I guess I’ve always known that about you, but its always been easier to find the little things that drive me crazy and use those to keep you at a distance.”
“I’m sorry that you’ve felt the need to do that,” Harm raised his eyebrows and wiggled them at her. She laughed, which is what he was going for trying to lighten the mood.
“Harm?”
“Yes, Mac?”
“When did you first realized that you loved me?” Mac asked laying her head on his shoulder as he tightened his arms around her.
“I guess I accepted the fact that I was in love with you just before your engagement party. The day you got engaged, I certainly didn’t accept it. Kate Pike tried to tell me that you and I had a relationship and I denied it. Kate just gave me this look like, ‘Get real, Rabb!’ But after I had hit my head that time...when you and Mic actually set the date, is when I realized that what I felt for you went beyond friendship and typical male interest in a gorgeous woman.”
“What made you realize that it was more?” Mac asked softly, suddenly needing to know what he had gone through to get to where he could accept his feelings for her.
“I kept picturing you in these sexy clothes and coming on to me...I realized that my previous concept of ‘we’re just friends’ was a lie. You don’t find yourself fantasizing about a friend wrapped in nothing but a towel still damp from the shower leaning in to kiss you while you sit on your bed when your current girlfriend is right there with you unless there is something more going on.”
“You didn’t!” Mac couldn’t believe her ears as she sat up straight.
“Oh yeah, Renee even accused me of calling her Mac.”
“Did you?” Mac asked wide-eyed.
“I must have. Renee really got paranoid about us after that.” Harm told her remembering the way she kept asking him if Mac was his dream girl. He had deflected her questions because he would have been lying if he had denied it and he hadn’t wanted to end it with Renee at that point because having anyone was better then having no one in his estimation.
“I remember at the rehearsal dinner she corrected me when I told her how long it was until the wedding.”
“With your sense of time? Shows she didn’t have a clue about you at all,” Harm smiled.
“Don’t change the subject now Harm...you told me it had been over for awhile between you before she finally cut you loose. Before you went to your quals?”
“Yes. Remember when we showed up during the investigation into Jordan’s death?”
“When you forgot you had made plans with her?” Mac asked.
“Yes. She was mad at me that night and stormed out. I should have left it at that, but I...” Harm stopped not sure if he should admit the truth to Mac yet or not.
“What Harm?”
“I was so afraid I had lost you for good that I needed Renee to help me hide how much I was hurting. I used her Mac...to hide behind. I’m not proud of it.” Harm admitted.
“I know Harm...when you started seeing Jordan...it almost did me in. I thought maybe we were getting closer then and that maybe you wanted to explore a relationship with me...I mean besides friendship.” Mac sighed as she leaned against Harm’s body enjoying the physical closeness and the opening communications between them. She felt Harm move and realized that he was probably getting uncomfortable sitting on the hard dining room chair with her weight on his legs.
“Harm, I’m sorry... I must be cutting the circulation off in your legs. Let me go so I can stand up.”
“Its alright Mac...” Harm started to protest her getting up but Mac was quicker and stood up reaching for his hand.
“Let’s go sit on the couch...if you want to.”
“Okay.” Harm stood up and stretched his legs as he followed her to the living room. He sat on the end of the couch and to his pleasure, Mac curled up beside him, letting her head relax onto his shoulder again, her hand slipping into his larger one.
“Where were we?” Harm asked as they allowed their bodies to relax together again.
“You were telling me that you were hoping I would turn to you when I started seeing Jordan.”
“Yeah, I was...and Chloe didn’t help any. Remember her saying that I fantasized about you all the time?”
“Yes...I had fun teasing you about that,” grinned Harm.
“She was right.”
“You really fantasized about me back then?”
“Yes. Harm, I had a crush on you from almost the beginning. I knew that I couldn’t let it go too far at first because I was still married to Chris. I also knew that it kept me from getting too involved with anyone including John and Dalton. Then Chris showed up and all hell broke loose...but you stood by me anyway.”
“Always Mac. What ever happens you only need to tell me you need me and I’ll be there for you. You know that right?” Harm asked as he let his lips brush her forehead.
“You’ve told me that before, Harm.”
“But...?” Harm looked down as she turned her face up toward him.
“You’ve let me down before Harm...”
“When Mic left and Renee’s father died...I’m so sorry about that...I really didn’t know what to do...you always seemed so much stronger then Renee I guess I felt that she needed me more at the moment...but I also knew things were basically over for us. If her father hadn’t died...”
“But he did...and you’re right. I’m quick to remind you that I’m a Marine and I don’t need to lean on anyone. I told you to go...I pushed you away that night...”
“And then you ran.”
“And you pushed back. Harm, why do we do that?”
“Push each other away?”
“Yes or hide what we feel when we know that we trust each other like we trust no one else,” Mac added.
“Fear...change...high stakes...I’m sure it all plays a part.”
“Explain some more, Harm,” Mac implored him as she turned so she could snuggle her head into the curve of his neck and shoulder and rest her hand on his chest. His arm circled her waist while his other hand, covered hers where it rested on his chest.
“Well, I think we have both been scared to commit to a relationship because I think we both know that at least one of us has to give up or change our career if we let this go where it probably is going to go eventually. Neither of us really wants to leave, but neither of us wants the other to sacrifice so we reach impasse. Like when we couldn’t decide to who was to stay on the Seahawk when Bud was hurt. We’re lucky neither of us faced a court-martial for that one.”
“I think you’re right. Keep talking,” Mac told him.
“Mac, its getting late and I think maybe we’ve hashed over our mistakes enough for tonight. I don’t want to take a chance that we go to far and being tired we have another misunderstanding.”
“I’m sorry...its been a long day and we have to work in the morning...you know, you’re one of the few people I’ve ever known that can throw off my internal clock. I can’t believe its already after midnight.” Mac admitted with a smile. “I suppose I’ve got to let you up.”
“You know what...I think I could sit here holding you all night long. Maybe we could just curl up here and not talk for awhile?” Harm asked Mac enjoying the feel of her against his body but too tired to do much about it.
“Why don’t you at least get comfortable? I’m going to change and grab a blanket...or would you like to crawl into bed and hold me there...then if we fall asleep we can at least be comfortable.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. Come to bed Harm.” Their eyes met as she stood up and held out her hand to him. Together they walked into the bedroom. Harm used the bathroom first, while Mac set the alarm and locked up the apartment turning off lights. “Take your pick on which side of the bed you want. I’ll be right back.”
While Mac was in the bathroom, Harm slipped of his clothes and crawled in bed with just his boxers on. Mac came out wearing a sleep bra and sports briefs and crawled into bed. She didn’t waste time being coy, but rolled against him so that her head rested on his shoulder and her hand rested on his naked chest. His chin rested on her head while one arm circled her and the other again covered her hand on his chest. They were both asleep in minutes.
CHAPTER 4
0530 Local
Mac’s Apartment
Georgetown
The ringing of the alarm roused Harm and Mac from their sound sleep at the same time. Mac stopped the noise and then slipped out of bed to use the bathroom. When she came out wearing a robe Harm was watching her.
“Go take a shower while I fix us some breakfast, then you can just go home and put on a clean uniform and head out to Pax and Norfolk for the interviews.”
“Thanks, Mac.” Harm replied from the bed. His smile stopped Mac in her tracks.
“What are you grinning about?”
“I’m not sure...it just feels good...natural, I guess...at least for me.”
“I know what you mean...get moving sailor...neither one of us can afford to be late to our duties today,” Mac smiled back at him as she headed to fix breakfast.
1830 Local
Mattie’s Room
Rehab Center
“Hey Mac! I take it Harm is still out investigating,” Mattie greeted Mac as she entered her room and handed her a small gift wrapped box. “What’s this?”
“Open it...it’s not much, but I saw it and thought you should have it,” Mac told the teenager who was hurriedly tearing the wrapping off the box. Carefully she opened the three inch square flat white box and revealed a gold pin in the shape of a loop of ribbon with the words, ‘love-faith-hope’. Beside it was a gold chain.
“Mac, this is beautiful...”
“You can wear it as a pin or a necklace on that chain.”
“Why Mac?”
“Why the gift or why the message?” Mac asked.
“Both.”
“I was away when you had your accident. I talked to Harm and he told me what had happened and I knew he was so worried about you, but he kept saying, ‘If she knows how much we love her, maybe she won’t lose faith and hopefully she will get better soon.’ Well I was walking through the airport on a layover and I walked by this jewelry store and it was laying there. I just had to get it for you. I forgot to bring it last night.”
“It’s great...and I’ve heard Harm say those words so many times. I can hear him saying ‘keep the faith’ and ‘you got to hope for the best,’ all the time when I’m trying to push through the rough times. Thank you again Mac.”
“You are very welcomed. So are you going to grill me again this evening?” Mac asked Mattie with a smile fully prepared to be questioned again.
“Sort of maybe...I have some questions for you..about Harm.”
“I’ll do my best.”
“Is he in trouble or something?” Mattie asked Mac, her forehead wrinkled in a frown.
“No...not that I know of. Why?”
“It’s just he seems to be distracted...and I overheard him tell my father recently that with the way things are in Iraq, anything can happen. Is he being deployed?”
“God I hope not!” Mac burst out before she could stop herself. “Mattie I haven’t heard anything like that, but I know he’s go in an instant if he could...yet he doesn’t want to be far from us if he doesn’t have to be.”
“Do you think he’ll tell us if it is going to happen?”
“Of course, Mattie. And he’s right, the way things are in this world, it could happen...but if he hears anything like that he’ll tell us.” Mac assured the teenager, all the while wondering how she would cope if she lost him now they were starting to find each other again.
1845 Local
JAG Headquarters
Falls Church, Virginia
“Commander Rabb, how did the investigation go today?” asked General Creswell as he stood in the door way of Harm’s office.
“Fine sir. I’m recommending that the charges be dismissed. There is nothing that warrants further action.”
“Very good. Commander, walk with me to my office please...something has come up.”
“Aye, aye sir,” Harm walked with Creswell waiting for him to speak. Once they were behind closed doors in his office and sitting across the desk from one another, he began.
“Commander, your career is loaded with fractures. You were a pilot, crashed, reinvented yourself as a lawyer and investigator - and a damn fine one at that- then you returned to flying, resigned, worked for the CIA and ended up back here at JAG. You’ve recently qualified on a new bird and the CAG and skipper of the USS Kennedy liked you. They want you back with them and as a result of your multitude of talents, the SecNav is prepared to support their request unless we can give him cause not to. What do you think about this?”
“Well, General, I’m slightly surprised at this.”
“Do you question your ability to do the job on a carrier?” Creswell asked.
“No sir. I’m not exactly clear what my assignment would be. They have a JAG on board, and it would be a step back even in my career to be a shipboard JAG. There are younger pilots then me with a lot more air time so a command is out of the question in an air wing. I have to ask, is this a way for the Navy to try to force me out. I’ll have twenty years in soon but I hadn’t really thought about giving this up again...unless I’m forced to.”
“No, Rabb, I honestly don’t think this is an attempt to push you out of the Navy. You are good at what ever you do - include getting into trouble - but the bottom line is I think they need your experience and they need all of your skills. I also think that both you and Colonel Mackenzie are long overdue for a new billet.”
“So you want me to move on?”
“I think it would be best for this office to have you reassigned, yes, but don’t take that as a slam against you or your skills. I have found you to do a good job and I haven’t seen the level of trouble that your reputation hinted at. I would say you’ve matured.”
“I see. You said Colonel Mackenzie is to be reassigned too?” Harm asked.
“I haven’t told her yet, but we need someone to head up the JAG office in San Diego. I think she could handle it and it would be good for her career.”
“I agree...it would be great for her career and she deserves it. Will she be up for a promotion as well?”
“Yes. Will that be a problem for you, Commander?”
“No sir. She deserves it.”
“You two are very close aren’t you?”Creswell asked through squinty eyes.
“Yes...at times more so then others.”
“Will this effect your relationship, Commander?”
“I’m not sure...well it will to some extent yes...distance always impact any relationship...but Mac and I have overcome adversity before...and I ave faith that we will always be there for each other.”
“You seem concerned about something Commander. If it isn’t Colonel Mackenzie, then what is it?”
“As you know I had a ward last year. We are still close, but recently she was in an accident and they didn’t know if she would live or die at first...now she’s trying to learn to walk again. My going away could have an impact on her, sir.”
“I see. Well think about it. If you don’t want this carrier assignment, then I suggest you look and see what’s out there and request a transfer to a new billet - soon.”
“Aye, aye sir.”
“Dismissed.”
With his head whirling and his heart heavy, Commander Harmon Rabb Junior left JAG Headquarters and headed home. He wasn’t sure he could handle talking to Mac or Mattie just yet until he had processed this news on his own.
CHAPTER 5
1920 Local
Mattie’s Room
Rehab Center
“Shall we call Harm and see if he’s home yet?” asked Mac.
“Okay.” Mattie watched as Mac dialed the number and waited for the phone to ring.
{Hello}
“Harm, you’re home,” Mac was surprised when he answered.
{Just walked through the door. Everything okay?}
“Yes...Mattie wanted to call and say goodnight. Are you okay?”
{Yeah, I’m fine Mac. Let me talk to Mattie, okay?}
“Here she is.”
“Hi Harm,” Mattie greeted him.
{How are you Mattie?}
“I’m okay. I miss you...but Mac’s been great.. We’ve had a nice evening chatting.”
{Good. You gets some rest, and I’ll try to come out to see you tomorrow. I’ve got some things to tell you about.}
“Okay. I love you, Harm.”
{I love you too, Mathilda Grace. Good night.}
Mattie handed the phone back to Mac.
“Hey Sailor,” Mac started only to find the dial tone buzzing in her ear. “That’s strange...did he sound okay to you Mattie?” Mac asked as she set the phone down.
“Yeah...tired...distracted...but I’ve heard him like that several times recently...but tonight...I don’t know...it was like he was in shock or something.”
“I’m going to go check on him. He’s probably fine, but it won’t hurt to be sure.” Mac told Mattie as she got her things together. “Goodnight, Mattie.”
“Night Mac. Thanks for coming. Call me if there’s something wrong okay?”
“I’ll plan to call you tomorrow and let you know what I find out, okay?”
“Thanks.”
2015 Local
Harm’s Apartment
North of Union Station
<Knock-knock>
“Harm? It’s me. You okay?” Mac called through the door when Harm didn’t come to the door. She knocked again and then heard his voice.
“Sorry, Mac...come on in. I was in the bathroom.”
“Harm, Mattie and I are worried about you. What’s going on?” Mac asked as she slipped her hand into his.
“I was told tonight that my days at JAG are limited. I’ve been offered a billet on a carrier...”
“You’re beyond being a shipboard JAG, Harm...what’s going on? It’s Creswell isn’t it...he’s separating us...Damn him!”
“Mac...it’s not like that...he thinks we both deserve command billets especially you and he feels we would better serve in different billets. He’s got a good thing planned for you Mac...a command in San Diego...”
“Really?”
“Yes...and a promotion.”
“Wow...I didn’t expect that.”
“I can either take this ambiguous billet that will combine flying and lawyering but probably no command or I can look for something else...or I can leave.”
“They’re kicking you out?”
“Not really...but the Skipper and the CAG on the USS Kennedy want me on the ship with them. I thought I’d look around to see what else is open, but Mac...it looks like life at JAG as we know it is about over.”
“Harm I can’t believe this!”
“I’m not sure Creswell wanted me to say anything to you...”
“I’ll let him break the news to me...I promise. But what about you...about us?”
“Is there an ‘us’ Mac?”
“Yes!”
“Then we can weather whatever happens...if they send you to San Diego, then maybe I can find something not far away...”
“You’d do that for us?”
“Yes.”
“What about Mattie?”
“Mattie has her father and we can write and call...and maybe there will be opportunities for us to visit when she gets better.”
“Harm?”
“Yes?”
“I don’t want to waste any more time...” Mac stepped up close to Harm and slid her arms up his chest and around his neck. He slid his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. Looking down into her upturned face he smiled.
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
Harm lowered his head and kissed her. The heat rose between them. Mac felt as if there were a fire in her blood as he probed her mouth with his tongue and rubbed his lips against hers.
Harm felt the fire in his blood and in his soul as she returned his kisses along with every taste, touch and breath they took. They rode the heat and fire of their passion to its natural conclusion.
As they lay on his bed, sated and sleepy, they curled in each others arms and let sleep claim them.
0930 Local
JAG Headquarters
Falls Church, Virginia
“It’s official Harm...I take Lt. Vukovic and Lt. Mayfield with me and take command of the San Diego office in two weeks.” Mac told Harm as she stepped into his office and closed the door. “It’s over here, Harm...it’s really over.”
“For this office, maybe...we’ve had good years here and made some great friends. We knew we’d have to move on eventually...and now its’ time.”
“Do you know what you are going to do yet, Harm?”
“I’m heard that a friend of mine is retiring in a couple of months. He’s been stationed at North Island. I think I’ll take the carrier billet until he retires and see if I can take over for him at North Island.”
“What’s he do Harm?”
“He trains the guys in Rules of Engagement, Maritime Law...the things they need to know to keep themselves out of trouble. He also helps with some of the training at Coronado.”
“Will there be a promotion in it for you?” Mac asked. She was worried what would happen to them if she got a promotion and he didn’t.
“I don’t know, Mac...he’s a Commander just like me...but I need to go talk to Creswell. Will you be here?”
“Yes. I have some cases to wrap up and others that will need to be transferred.”
“I know...look, why don’t we get together after work and talk about what this all means?”
“Okay...you’re place or mine?” Mac asked with a wink.
“Your place tonight...only fair.” Harm smiled thinking about the fire between them last night.
1830 Local
Mac’s Apartment
Georgetown
“It’s official Mac. I leave Sunday for the USS Kennedy for six weeks and then to San Diego to train with Jerry until he retires. If things go well on the USS Kennedy and during the training phase then I will probably be promoted. My name is on the list for Captain.”
“That’s great Harm...Wow! Changes do happen rapidly don’t they?”
“Yes...we won’t be working together anymore, Mac.”
“I know. I’ll miss you...can I still call you and brainstorm with you sometimes?” Mac asked stepping into his embrace.
“Of course...now tell me more about your new position.”
“It seems when the Admiral retired he created a slow shift around the JAG world and now I’ll be replacing the head of the JAG offices in San Diego.”
“Are you going to live on base?”
“I’m not sure. What’s the housing market like in San Diego?” Mac asked Harm.
“I’m not sure. I can make a few calls and find out. You know my mother and Frank live in La Jolla...you could stay there until you decide what you want to do.”
“I don’t know Harm...”
“They have a guest house...they would probably rent it to you...it overlooks the ocean and there’s great beach there...”
“Will you live with them when you come out?” Mac asked.
“No...I’d like to get my own place...or a place with you,” Harm told her.
“Like...live together?”
“Like I want us to get married, but if you don’t want to and I could convince you to live with me I’d settle...for now.”
“Is this a proposal?” Mac asked.
“Do you want it to be?” Harm countered.
“I asked you first.”
“Then, yes...I want you to consider this a proposal...I want you to marry me...”Harm watched her eyes close and saw her take a deep breath. He braced himself for what he feared was to come.
“Harm...this is a lot of change coming at me at once...don’t shut down on me...I’m not saying no...but I scared we’re taking on too many changes at once...so yes...I want to marry you...but I’m scared that this is too much too soon.”
“So shall we live together a while and see how it goes before we plan the wedding?”
“Yes...I think that’s a good idea...as long as you understand that I do want to marry you eventually...we haven’t rushed into anything yet and given that having children may not be in the future for me...I think that living together is a good way to start out.”
“So will you stay in the guest house until I can get out there and find a house with you we can afford to buy?”
“No...at first I’m going to stay on base in the officers temporary quarters...and then we can find a place together when you get back.”
“You sure?” Harm asked again still holding her with his arms locked around her waist, her hands resting on his chest.
“I’m very sure. You know...we’ve got a lot of packing to do and you have even less time then I do. Why don’t we work on your place together and then if there’s time we can tackle some of mine?” Mac suggested.
“I’d rather spend the time with you before I go...doing other things,” Harm raised his eyebrows suggestively at her before slowly lowering his mouth to hers as he began to kiss her.
Mac didn’t resist as she began returning his kisses and initiating some moves of her own. The next morning found them waking up in each others arms naked, there clothes strewn from her living room through to the bedroom. They made love again before giving in to the demands on their life and leaving the bed and each others arms.
Sunday 1545 Local
Auxiliary Naval Airfield
Fentress, Virginia
Harm parked his Lexus and shut off the motor turning in his seat to face Mac. They had spent an emotional few days knowing that when they saw each other again, their lives would be very different. They had gone to see Mattie together this morning and broken the news to her when they knew her father would be there to spend the day with her. No one had a dry eye although Harm did his best to be strong for every one and reminded them all that some changes are good.
They had told Mattie and Tom about their plans to get married after they were both settled in San Diego, and although Mattie was ecstatic for them, she also had a hard time letting Harm go when it was time. That was when the tears fell from Harm’s eyes as well and he felt Mac’s hand slide into his providing her quiet strength when he needed it.
“Mac, I hate saying good-bye...and I won’t...because I’m coming home in six weeks...well home to you even though it will be a new home.”
“I know. I’ll miss you.”
“Mac, I’ll promise to be better about emailing and calling. I’m taking my cell phone with me and I’ll take the charger this time.” Harm assured her.
“I know...I checked to see that it was in your bag.”
“The time difference will be even greater you know...”
“Yes, but it will almost be easier in that we can catch each other before or after hours instead of with one of us in the middle of something,” Mac reminded him. “Its about a nine hour difference instead of six hours.”
“So if I call you in the morning when I get up, you’ll be just getting ready to go to bed...that could be interesting,” Harm suggested trying to lighten the mood.
“Harm...” Mac stopped as she fought the tightness in her throat.
“I know Mac...we find each other finally and I leave to fly again of all things... I didn’t do this on purpose.”
“I know Harm...its time,” Mac reminded him. They got out of the Lexus and Harm busied himself getting his gear out. He was dressed in his peanutbutters with his cover low over his eyes. He handed Mac the keys to the Lexus. He had signed the title over to her so she could sell it before she left. Both of their corvette’s were being shipped to San Diego and Frank had made arrangements for them to be stored until they got there.
Harm took Mac in his arms as he told her, “I love you Sarah. Remember that.” He kissed her and held her one more time in his arms before he let her go, picked up his gear and headed to catch his ride to the USS Kennedy. He turned once to wave and send her a smile. He was far enough away by then so that Mac would see the smile and not the tears.
Mac watched him walk away and the tears ran down her face. She couldn’t stop them. When he turned and gave her that full smile of his and waved, she tried to smile when she waved back. She knew why he did that. If he never returned, her last glimpse of him would be the classic Rabb smile and cocky wave that was so much a part of him from the day they met. She loved him even more for that if it was possible.
CHAPTER 6
Two weeks later
1100 Local
San Diego International Airport
San Diego, California
Mac in civilian clothes stepped off the plane into the terminal with her carry on bag. She was here to start her new life as the San Diego JAG. She looked up and saw a sign with her name and started toward it, somewhat surprised.
“I’m Sarah Mackenzie.”
“I thought I recognized you. I’m Frank Burnett, Harm’s step-father.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” Mac smiled and shook his hand. “I wasn’t expecting to be met by anyone.”
“Harm called and asked if we could meet you. He thought it would be the easiest way for us to finally meet and reconnect you with your car.”
“This is very nice, thank you. Is Mrs. Burnett with you?” Mac asked.
“No, she’s fixing lunch. I’m under orders to bring you to home with me. After lunch we will pick up your car and you can head back to San Diego.”
“Thank you again. I need to pick up my luggage and I’ll be ready.”
Together they picked up Mac’s suitcase that she had checked. The rest of her clothing had been shipped and would be delivered once she called with an address.
Frank and Trish Burnett welcomed her with open arms. They had just finished eating when the phone rang. Frank picked it up.
“Hello?”
{Mac make it okay?}
“Yes she did. We just finished lunch. She’s beautiful and intelligent. No wonder your mother was sure she was the one for you,” Frank told Harm.
{Thanks Frank...can I talk to her?}
“Of course. Sarah, its for you.”
“Harm?” she asked and Frank nodded. Smiling from ear to ear Mac took the phone.
“Hi Flyboy!”
{Hello to you too. Everything going okay?}
“Yes. Frank met me at the airport...thank you for arranging that.”
{I wish I was there with you...}
“But you are having a blast flying aren’t you?”
{Yeah, I am...but I miss you.}
“I miss you too. Hey, I haven’t thanked you for the daily emails. I wasn’t expecting that.”
{Just don’t panic if I miss a day...I’ve tried to send something every day and I appreciate you responding to every one.}
“Remember that the email address won’t change for me out here like it will for you...I’m still at JAG - just a different location.” Mac reminded him.
{I know...you are the JAG out there.}
“Well, an assistant JAG at least.”
{I’ve got to go get some rack time. I’ll email you in the morning...my morning.}
“I love you.”
{I love you too. Give my Mom a hug for me okay?}
“I will.”
{See you.}
“Night.” Mac hung up the phone and turned to Harm’s mother. “He wanted me to give you a hug for him.” Mac told the older woman. Trish and Mac embraced and Mac realized that it was comforting to have the contact at that moment. Harm had probably known that and engineered it for both their benefits.
An hour later, after hugging Trish again, Frank took Mac to pick up her Corvette. They loaded her luggage in and with her directions in hand, she headed to San Diego and the temporary quarters she would call home for a few weeks, until after Harm returned and they settled into their new home. As she drove she found herself looking at homes along the highway she had chosen to take. She saw one house with a sale sign in front of it and made a note to check into it. The location was great. Not that they could afford something like that beach side house she had seen, but it would be interesting to find out for sure.
Monday 0700 Local
JAG Headquarters
San Diego Naval Base
Mac had arrived at the temporary housing and unpacked her things the evening before. She had made a trip to the store and explored the area in her Corvette, locating the building where her office was housed. She set up her laptop and read and replied to Harm’s email. He had been sending one or two emails a day just like he said he would try to do. Every day that passed without him; every email she got from him; and every phone call between them, made her realize how much she loved the man and how deep his love for her was.
Now as she established her routine in her new quarters, she was glad she had. Taking one last look in the mirror and seeing the squared away Marine, she headed for the office. Over the years she had been here a few times. She wasn’t a stranger to the inside of the building. This time she looked at it differently - as her new ‘home away from home’.
She had gone done her homework researching who the staff was in her office. She knew that with her move from Falls Church to San Diego, and Harm’s change of duty, there would be more movement. One of the senior lawyers in this office had filed transfer papers to take one of the Washington DC slots which opened another slot here. She also had junior officers ready to move into senior slots. She had emailed General Creswell last night requesting two new junior lawyers to fill the slots open here.
She stepped into her outer office and was greeted with a familiar face.
“Petty Officer First Class Jennifer Coates, Ma’am. Welcome to San Diego.”
“Coates! What a surprise. I didn’t know you were transferred here as well. This is good news indeed.”
“Thank you Ma’am. General Creswell said that he was sending me here as a surprise and hoped that it would make this transition easier for both of us. I think he saw it as a way to get me out of his hair, Ma’am.”
“I don’t care why, I’m just glad you’re here. Let’s get to it shall we?”
“Yes Ma’am. I’ve scheduled your staff to meet with you at eight hundred Ma’am. That gives you time to review the cases that are waiting assignment. Oh and General Creswell called and said that you can expect Lt. Gregory Vukovic and Lt. (j.g.) Jason Tiner within the week, Ma’am.”
“Great...at least I didn’t get stuck with Mayfield as well. Sounds like Bud’s got that one.”
“Excuse me, Ma’am?”
“Nothing, Coates...just talking to myself.”
“Yes, Ma’am. Colonel, have you heard from Commander Rabb?”
“Yes, I have. He’s having a blast flying. He’ll be here in San Diego in about four more weeks as well.”
“As a JAG?”
“No...he’s flying again and will be assisting with the training at Coronado...I guess you could say he’ll be adding teacher to his list of skills.”
“Yes, Ma’am...he’ll be good at it too.”
“I think you’re right Coates.” With that said, Mac walked into her office and turned on the desk top computer on her new desk. She opened her email and found the response from Creswell confirming what Coates had told her. She emailed him back.
Next Mac smiled seeing Harm’s email. It was short but sweet and she responded in kind. She also had an email from Mattie and she answered her, telling her about her surprise finding Jen in her office. Both Mattie and Harm would be excited to hear the news. Next was an email from Chloe. Mac read it and send a short response saying she would try to write more later.
After reviewing the cases, she picked up the files and went to meet her staff.
“At ease...Good morning...I’m Lt. Colonel Mackenzie. I’ve reviewed your current assignments, but would like to go around the table and have you update me on your cases.”
Commander Hugh Harris went first. He had reached deals on two of his cases, had one currently on the court dockets for this week, and two others he was reviewing. No investigations pending.
Lt. Commander Ellen Samuels followed. She had two court cases on the dockets this week - one against Harris and the other against Kim. She submitted the reports on the last two cases in court and reported her findings on the investigation she had just completed.
Major Leanne Kim, USMC, had the case on the docket against Samuels; currently had four open investigations and had just completed a plea bargain.
Lt. David Neal, who was due for a promotion to Lt. Commander, turned in two final reports and stated that he only had one active investigation open.
“Lt. Neal, why the light slate?” Mac asked.
“I was on sick leave, Ma’am. I just got cleared last Thursday for full duty again. Just waiting for assignments.”
“Very well. I have two cases for you to take. One is an investigation over at Coronado and the other is dereliction of duty up at Pendleton.”
“Yes, Ma’am. Thank you.”
“My research has shown that you are all good people here taking the standard approach to all cases. I think it only fair to explain to you that I may have a very different take on things then what you are use to. For the better part of the past nine years, I’ve been paired with an ex-aviator turned lawyer that rarely does anything the easy way.”
“Excuse me Ma’am. Would that be Commander Rabb you are talking about?”
“Yes it is. You know him?”
“Not real well. He’s worked a few cases out here recently and I helped him investigate one - well researched some things for him. He has a reputation for being unorthodox around here.”
“Yes, well, that would be Commander Rabb. He’s one of the best lawyers I know, because he stops at nothing to get to the truth. He also taught me that what goes on in the courtroom stays in the court room. If you don’t know that, learn it. As I was saying, as a result of working with him, I’ve learned that the truth is what must be the goal. Now that said, I expect everyone to be the best possible advocate for your client. If you are defending - give it all you’ve got. Same goes if you are prosecuting...give the truth all you’ve got.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“We have two junior attorneys that will be joining us later this week. That should help with some of the work load. Any questions?”
“No Ma’am...but we’ve heard a lot about you and Commander Rabb and we want you to know we were all pleased that you got this command. Welcome to San Diego.”
“Thank you...I’m glad to be here. We’ll meet again at the end of the week as a team. Please feel free to see me on individual cases as needed. Dismissed.”
And so it life at JAG San Diego began for Sarah Mackenzie who’s name appeared later that day on the promotions list to full Colonel.
Two Weeks Later
Mac’s Quarters
San Diego
The upheaval of starting her new job had distracted Mac. After several days of thinking she was coming done with a stomach bug or flu she realized that there could be other explanations for her upset stomach, tiredness, and emotional turmoil. It hit her as she read Harm’s email last night when he reminded her in about two weeks, he would be home and they could once again sleep wrapped in each others arms and begin to plan their future.
The future that Mac had been so certain would be childless after the news and interventions of the past year, suddenly offered a glimmer of hope. Mac couldn’t wait for morning to come. She had dressed and gone to the store to buy an early home pregnancy test. It was then she discovered that they recommended waiting to test in the morning.
Some how she had slept but now she was waiting for the time to be up to look at the stick. With nervous excitement coursing through her system, she looked at the early response. She couldn’t stop the smile on her face. She went and got her cell phone with the built in camera and took a picture. Then she checked the time and decided to take a chance and try to call Harm. He only turned on his phone when he knew he could take a call. If not she could leave him voice mail.
The phone rang twice and on the third ring, Harm answered.
{Rabb.}
“Hey how are you?”
{Great. This is a welcome diversion.}
“Yeah? What are you doing?”
{Just got back to my rack after making a run over Baghdad.}
“Hit your targets?”
{Every one of them.}
“You got that right...” Mac said grinning thinking about the news she was about to share with him. “You got your camera phone activated?”
{Of course.}
“Good...sit down. I’m going to send you a picture.”
{Great...I see it...What is it Mac?}
“Look at it closely,” she instructed.
{I am...it looks like a stick with the word ‘pregnant’ on it.}
“That’s what it is. Do you know what I’m telling you?” Mac asked.
{That you’re pregnant...Mac? Really? You are? We did it? Are you okay?} Harm started tripping over himself in his excitement as he understood what she was showing him and why.
“I’m a little amazed, but yeah, I’m fine.”
{Plan the wedding for when I get home, okay?}
“Harm we don’t have to rush.”
{I know...but I want to. I want us to be together forever and this baby - this miracle- deserves to have us united. Don’t you think?}
“I do. Harm, if you’re sure, I’ll make the arrangements for the weekend you get home.”
{Two weeks from now at city hall...let my Mom know what you need and I know she’ll help...but lets not tell her about the baby yet, okay?}
“Very okay. Harm?”
{I love you...what?}
“I love you too.”
Mac had called Trish and Frank Burnett to tell them she and Harm would get married soon...in about two weeks when he came home. Instead of being upset about the quick small wedding, Trish pitched in and helped Mac get things ready. They had less then two weeks to pull things together.
CHAPTER 7
Eleven Days Later
Airfield
Miramar
Harm strolled with his gear dressed in peanut butter just like when he had left six weeks earlier. As he approached Mac, his paced increased. She had worn civilian clothes to welcome him home. She started to move toward him more quickly. She saw Harm drop his gear just seconds before he wrapped her up in his strong arms and lifted her off the ground swinging her around and kissing her senseless in one motion.
Her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs dangling, she kissed him back. Finally he set her on the ground and looked at her. He could she the glow on her face and the high color in her cheeks. She was so beautiful that it took his breath away.
“I have missed you so much.”
“I know... I have too.”
“So when do we get married?”
“Tomorrow. Is that okay?”
“It will have to do.”
“I didn’t want to cut it too close not sure when you would be able to get here exactly.”
“They expedited the transfer when I told them I was getting married and that we were expecting. Did my mother put the pieces together?”
“Not that she gave away to me. She’s been great about everything Harm. She wants us to both stay there tonight...we’re getting married there tomorrow.”
“Perfect. Let’s go somewhere private...I’m looking forward to wearing civilian clothes for a few hours.”
“Not too long...Dress whites tomorrow buster...with your gold wings polished.”
“And will you be in uniform too?” Harm asked.
“A brides uniform...yes.” Mac smiled to herself not wanting to tell him about the beautiful surprise Trish had given her last weekend. She had gone to the house for lunch and afterward, she had taken Mac upstairs and shown her the dress she wore to marry Frank and then asked her if she was thinking about wearing something on that idea, or a traditional gown. Mac had said she would like to wear the dress if she could find something.
That was when Trish lifted the lid off a box and reveal the most beautiful and classic wedding gown Mac had seen in years. It was the dress Trish had worn to marry Harm’s father...and she offered it to Mac.
“Trish, are you sure?”
“Try it on and see if it fits. I think it will.” And it had...like it had been made for her. The shoes had even fit. Trish had taken care of having it freshened up after being stored and now it hung in a closet waiting to be worn tomorrow by the bride.
Mac had talked to Frank about the real estate market and found that there were some great homes for a reasonable price in the area - even on the beach. She had looked at one home that she thought would be perfect. It was in her price range and so she had made a deposit on it. It did need remodeling and updating but it was livable and she knew that Harm had enjoyed fixing up his loft. He had talent and it was something she thought he would enjoy as well. Frank had agreed and so she had made an offer and placed a deposit on the house on Pacific Beach Drive. She was taking him there first to see it before they made the trip further north to La Jolla and his mother’s.
“Mac? You okay?” Harm asked as she seemed to drift off for a second.
“Yes...just thinking about everything I want to show you. At least I’ve been able to keep you updated about so much with the email.”
“I know. That sure made me feel like I as still connected.”
“It does. I get emails from Bud and Harriet at least once a week. I miss them...and the children.”
“I know. They emailed me too while I was away. I replied back to them too.”
“You’re doing well with this ‘techie’ stuff, Harm. I’m proud of you.” Mac smiled as she reached up to kiss his cheek. They climbed into her Corvette and Mac drove them to the house on Pacific Beach Drive.
“Where are you going, Mac?”
“To show you something.”
“Okay...you found a house?”
“Do you mind?”
“No...I guess not...Let’s take a look.” Harm got out of the Corvette and followed her inside. It was a ‘mission’ type home popular in the area. Made of stucco and rambling on one floor, it needed some fresh paint and the kitchen needed updating, but it was in great shape. When Mac told Harm what they were asking he was amazed.
“Frank sent someone over to go through it and they found nothing wrong. They consider it a steal for the area.”
“It is. It’s fantastic Mac...two car garage?”
“Yes...let me show you.” She led him out and there sat his Corvette. “Frank brought it down to surprise you.” Mac told him.
“He’s thought of everything hasn’t he.”
“Just about...” Mac said smiling, feeling pleased to have Harm with her.
“Shall we head for La Jolla now?” Harm asked.
“Let’s go...do you want to drive or ride?” Mac asked him.
“You drive...I want to look at you,” Harm said with an intense look that warmed Mac through and through.
“Harm, when do you report for duty?” Mac asked as they drove along the highway.
“Monday morning at zero-seven-hundred. It’s going to mean a short honeymoon.” Harm told her.
“I can live with that for now. Later when we’re more settled we can take a longer leave maybe,” Mac suggested.
“Or we can just make every night when we get home our honeymoon.”
“Wow...that sounded romantic...are you the real Harmon Rabb Junior?” Mac teased.
“Yes...I’m glad if it sounded romantic, but I was just going with a thought.”
“Keep those thoughts coming then Flyboy,” Mac told him as she reached for his hand.
1245 Local
Burnett Residence
La Jolla, California
Harm and Mac walked hand and hand to the front door which was flung open by Trish followed closely by Frank Burnett.
“Harm, welcome home, son!”
“Mom,” Harm bent to hug his mother and then shake Frank’s hand. “Thanks for taking Mac in and helping her out while I was gone.”
“No problem, son. We just love her and are so happy you two are getting together. Come on in have some lunch now,” Trish instructed them as Frank got Harm’s bag from the car.
“I can get that later Frank,” Harm told him.
“No problem. I don’t mind at all.”
“Thank you...but you’re going to spoil me.”
“No...they can pamper you today but tomorrow you become my husband and not their son...so don’t get use to it,” Mac laughed.
0745 Local
Burnett Residence
La Jolla, California
Harm sat on the patio with his coffee waiting for Mac. She had thrown them all a curve ball last night when she had insisted on driving back to her quarters. She informed Harm that she was going to keep some traditions alive for good luck and that not sharing a room with him the night before the wedding was one of them. He had protested and she had admitted to him when he walked her to the car that she didn’t trust herself to sneak back to his room after the lights were out. They had kissed goodnight and Mac left after agreeing to call when she got home. She had and they had talked a little longer then about when they were going to tell everyone about the baby. They had decided to wait until after her appointment with the doctor in three weeks. He watched as her car pulled into the driveway.
“Morning,” Mac said as Harm opened the door and bent down to kiss her.
“I missed you.”
“I know...I missed you to...now, we need to get ready as you and I are getting married in less then three hours on this patio.”
“Sounds great. Want to take a walk on the beach first?”
“No time, Harm...I need every minute to get ready on time. Your mother up?”
“Right here Sarah. Shall we get started?”
“Lead the way.”
Harm watched his mother and his fiancé walk away. He turned as Frank joined him with his own breakfast.
“So Harm, tell me more about your new job.”
“I’ll be part of the Expeditionary Warfare Training Group, Pacific at North Island Coronado. It means that I’ll be part of a team working on strategic moves that are practiced during war game activities and I’ll be flying with training teams sometimes. I’ll be assigned a squad that will train on those strategies our team develops. I serve three other roles as well actually.”
“Really. What are they?” asked Frank.
“Well, I’ll be serving as legal counsel on the rules of engagement and make recommendations to the Joint Chiefs on things that need to be changed or updated. I’ll be in the classroom teaching classes to the all kinds of military personnel about the legal responsibilities they’ll need to know during combat and they also want me to teach an advanced class in aerodynamics so they can decide the right maneuvers in any given situation. Finally I’ll be one of the commanding officers during training operations and will have to decide who takes to the air and with which partner.”
“You sound excited about it Harm. Do you miss the court room and the investigations?” Frank asked.
“Yes I do...but I have enjoyed flying and had a chance to lead a squad while I was on the USS Kennedy. I assisted the CAG and he had been spent time a EWTGPAC so he helped me get an idea of what I will be doing. He worked with Jerry too.”
“Jerry?”
“Commander Jerry Mason is retiring and I’m replacing him. He’ll be here this week finishing up and introducing me around. I’m actually replacing another person as well. The JAG member of the team is taking a billet in DC replacing me I guess. They had served here in San Diego at JAG and North Island. They weren’t a pilot. Jerry was the pilot. Guess they’re getting two for the price of one in me.” Harm chuckled as he explained the situation to Frank.
The door bell rang and Frank went to answer it. It was the people to set up the patio for the wedding. Trish had spared nothing for her only sons wedding. She had pulled off a few surprises for both of them. She had contacted Harriet Roberts and with her help a few important people would be joining them today.
Jennifer Coates had been in charge of picking up and taking care of Chloe Madison and Mathilda Grace Johnson. It had been a little tricky as their flight had been due to land forty minutes after Harm’s but luck had been with them and they had not run into each other.
Harriet’s parents had flown in to stay with the children so Harriet and Bud would be able to be there. There flight had arrived late the night before and Frank had arranged for them to be picked up in a limo and brought to Scripp’s Inn on the beach not far from where the Burnett residence was located.
The limo would pick up all the guests staying there and bring them to the Burnett Residence for the wedding. Jennifer, Mattie and Chloe had driven themselves up and were there as well. Retired Admirals Tom Boone and AJ Chegwidden had flown in to be part of the surprise. They had not been able to reach Gunnery Sargent Victor Galindez or Jack Keeter. Harriet had suggested that Sturgis not be invited as she had heard from Bud about the altercation on the USS Kennedy with Harm and Sturgis after Bud came home with the story Sturgis had told him.
Mac had spoken to a chaplain at the San Diego base and he had agreed to perform the wedding at the Burnett house. He would stay and have dinner with them, making it a table for twelve that the caterers would set up as well. They arrived twenty minutes after the team setting up the patio arrived. While one group took over the patio, the other group took over the kitchen and dining room. Following the wedding on the patio, they would sit down to an inside dinner and then return to the patio for dancing and conversation afterward.
Trish was pleased with herself because every part of the wedding was planned and approved of by the bride - accept for the wedding guests which Trish had added as part of her gift to the couple. Mac had mentioned how she wished these people could be there, but with such a short time to plan, it wouldn’t be far to ask them to come.
1045 Local
Burnett Residence
La Jolla
Harm, dressed in his dress white uniform heard the door bell and went to answer it wondering who it was. The Chaplain had already arrived and was with Frank on the patio. He opened the door to reveal the unexpected guests.
“Harriet! Bud! Oh my...Mattie?” Harm stood there taking it all in. The group filed past him each shaking his hand or giving him a hug as they passed by. “I didn’t know you were coming...Mac didn’t say a word.”
“Mac doesn’t know.” Harriet smiled up at him. “Your mother arranged this as a surprise for both of you.”
“Well it worked...I’m speechless,” Harm admitted as he looked at the group gather in the foyer. “Shall we go to the patio where the wedding will be in about ten minutes?” Harm led the way and performed introductions to Frank, Trish (who had hurried to greet them when she had heard the doorbell) and the Chaplain. Once the introductions were complete she directed everyone where to stand.
“Sarah will be down very soon. Please have a seat if you would. Harm, who would you like to stand with you?” Trish asked.
“Bud, would you return the favor?” Harm asked.
“I’d be honored.” Bud, also in his dress whites, responded eagerly and joined Harm and the Chaplain up front.
“Harriet, I know that Mac had hoped you would be here for this, so why don’t you stand up there with her.” Harriet had worn a lavender lace dressed and looked perfect for her assignment.
“Thank you Ma’am. I would like that.” Harriet took her place next to where Mac would stand.
“Trish,” spoke up AJ Chegwidden, “At one time Mac asked me to give her away. I’d like to do the honors if it would be alright.”
“I think she would like that, AJ.” She should be coming downstairs any second. Why don’t you wait for her by the stairs?” Trish took her seat next to Frank then.
Retired Admiral AJ Chegwidden, wearing his dress whites as well, as had Tom Boone, stepped around the corner just as Sarah Mackenzie in the vintage wedding dress and shoes stepped onto the ground floor.
“Admiral?” Mac couldn’t believe her eyes.
“You asked me once to give the bride away. I’m here to perform my duty and to claim the honor.”
“Thank you...how did you know?” Mac asked.
“Later...you have a groom waiting to claim you. Shall we?” AJ held out his arm and with a smile, Mac placed her hand in the crook of his elbow and let him guide her to her destiny. She wasn’t prepared for the sight that waited for her. As they rounded the corner she expected to see the Chaplain, Harm, Frank and Trish waiting for her. There was so much more. She spotted Bud and Harriet first and then realized that there were other guests. She identified each of them before returning her gaze to her fiancé and walking toward him as he stood in front of an arch of flowers which framed the ocean view in the back ground.
Harm hadn’t been prepared for the sight of Mac as she rounded the corner dressed in the vintage tea length wedding dress. She was breath-taking anyway, but her beauty was indescribable as she walked toward him on AJ’s arm that moment.
As she approached he recognized the familiarity of the dress. He had seen it in pictures of his mother and father at their wedding for years. His mother had given Mac her wedding dress to wear at their wedding. The emotions threatened to overwhelm him and by the time AJ placed her hand on his arm, the looked at each other with tears glistening in their eyes. Their smiles told everyone how pleased they were to finally be here at this juncture in their lives.
After exchanging traditional vows and rings, they were presented to the guests as Mr. and Mrs. Rabb. Together they led the guests toward the dining room. Chloe had been taking pictures throughout the ceremony. No posed shots for this wedding. Her hobby had become an obsession and she was planning to make a career of photography and journalism after college which she would start in the fall.
The dinner conversation was lively as everyone told how they had ended up being able to join the festivities. Harm and Mac thanked everyone, especially Trish and Frank for helping to make the day so special for them. After the meal they returned to the patio to find a beautiful wedding cake, which was served on the patio amid conversations, reminiscing and sharing of plans.
Harm whispered to Mac. “I have a surprise for you too, you know.”
“I’m not sure I can take anymore surprises today Harm.”
“I think you can handle this one...I made reservations for us somewhere special for our honeymoon, but we need to leave soon.”
“You going to tell me where?” Mac teased smiling at her new husband.
“Not yet...when we are on our way.”
“Then lets go. I should go change.”
“Me too.” Together they quietly left to change and returned shortly in civilian clothes set out for them by Trish. They returned to thank everyone again for coming and to say good-bye.
Frank approached Harm to tell him of some last minute changes. Harm had taken Frank into his confidence who had helped make the arrangements. Their suitcases with appropriate clothing were packed and waiting in the car for them - not the Corvette as he had thought, but a limo and driver.
“You have privacy glass, son. Don’t waste a minute of your honeymoon with your lovely bride.” Frank told him.
“Thanks Frank.”
Harm and Mac entered the limo and were soon out of sight of the house and practically alone. Alone enough for what they both wanted at that moment. Like two teenagers they made out in the back seat knowing that the privacy glass would protect them from prying eyes of the driver and passerbys alike. They were two hours into the trip when Mac finally thought to ask again where they were going.
“Palm Springs. We’re staying at the Hyatt Regency Suites right on one of the golf courses. I know we’ve both played some golf and its far enough away to be private and not so far that we can’t make the trip easily tomorrow night. We can play golf or just enjoy the spa. It’s up to you.”
“Harm this is wonderful...the whole day has been more then I expected. I almost cried when I saw everyone.”
“I know...I almost cried when I realized you were wearing my mother’s wedding dress. You were amazing...I can’t even describe how beautiful I thought you were in that dress.”
“Harm,” Mac said as he started to nibble on her neck again. “We’ve been in the car over two hours. How long before we’re there?”
“Soon.”
“Then I think we should get dressed,” Mac told him with a smile.
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Rabb Room
Hyatt Regency
Harm propped his head on his right hand, while his left hand touched Mac’s still flat stomach where they child grew. Something was working for them finally as they had both accepted that Mac would probably not be able to conceive without medical intervention and that the chances then were quite slim at that.
Mac watched her husband and knew he was thinking about the baby. “Harm, are you really okay with everything?”
“Yes. Are you?”
“Yes. When the doctor confirmed it for me it was like I had already accepted it and to hear anything else would have surprised me. The vitamins have helped with the queasiness I was feeling. When I go in three weeks they will do the first ultrasound.”
“Can I go with you?”
“You want to?”
“Of course, Mac...I want to be there for everything I possible can. I don’t want to take a moment of this for granted and I want to cherish every moment of seeing you pregnant with our baby.” Harm saw the tears spring to her eyes. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. You just say the nicest things to me.”
“It’s about time. I said to many not nice things to you over the years. It wasn’t right or fair to you.”
“Harm, we’ve both said things we’ve regretted later. We have to let that go now and focus on what’s really important.”
“You’re right Mac....and making you feel loved and cherish is my mission at the moment.”
“Mission accomplished,” Mac whispered as her lips found his once again and the fires of passion blazed out of control.
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Pacific Beach Drive
San Diego
The limousine had returned to pick them up after their idyllic honeymoon. They had made love over and over through out the night and had dinner and breakfast in their room before deciding to play some golf. They played eighteen holes before returning for a meal, shower, change of clothes and packing to go home. Neither had thought much about where they would live until the limo pulled up at the new house. The driver handed them a note from Frank and Trish as they got out of the car. It read:
[We had your things moved here and although you will undoubtedly want to move some things around, it should at least get you started and be in liveable condition. We worked on it last night and this morning before everyone headed home. We all love you both and happy for you. Welcome Home.]
“Wow!” Harm exclaimed as they walked in the front door. When they had stopped to see it the rooms were empty. Now, Mac’s living room set was in the living room and Harm’s leather sofa was in the den. Mac’s dining room set fit like it was made for the place.
Clothes hung in the closet for both of them and Harm’s larger bed was set up in the master bedroom while Mac’s was in one of the guest rooms. Both beds were made up with fresh linens.
The refrigerator had been filled while dishes and silverware were unpacked and put away.
“I can’t believe they did all this.” Mac said when she found her Corvette in the garage next to Harm’s and another note. This one from Jen.
[Ma’am - Chloe, Mattie and I packed up your things and had them moved here for you. Mr. Burnett sent people to do the actual moving. We helped unpack and put things away. Hope we did okay. Jen]
EPILOGUE
Harm and Mac settled into married live easily. They both received their promotions in October after they had settled into their new jobs. Travel was a minimum for both of them this time. Twice, when judiciary was short staffed, Mac got permission for Harm to sit on the bench. Both times he did well handling the difficult Vukovic - one reason that Mac had requested Harm for those cases.
Lt. Gregory Vukovic continued to be a problem, barely staying inside the boundaries of ethical behavior. By November she couldn’t stand by anymore and let him push the limits. She put him in front of an ethics committee which ended up being chaired by none other then Commander Sturgis Turner. He had not made the cut to Captain even though he had been the temporary JAG before Creswell took over. It was one time that both Harm and Mac could appreciate Sturgis’ strict by the book, inflexible approach to issues. Once the ruling from the ethics committee came back, Vukovic was charged with Dereliction of Duty and an article 32 was convened. Sturgis prosecuted and Robert’s defended. The trial was held in Washington DC, and Sturgis prevailed. Gregory Vukovic was given a dishonorable discharged, lost his license to practice law, and was charged the cost of the court proceedings. He did avoid brig time.
The pregnancy went well. Harm and Mac went to every appointment together. The grandparents were ecstatic to discover the news after the first ultrasound. Mac slipped the first ultrasound photo into the pictures that Chloe had sent from the wedding before she handed them to Trish and Frank at Sunday dinner.
“What’s this?” Frank had asked. Trish looked up and saw the grainy black and white picture and took it from him to study it before looking at first Harm and then Mac for confirmation that she was right as she grinned at them. They had both nodded so she turned to Frank and with authority answered his question.
“This is the first picture of our grandchild,” Trish announced.
During the second ultrasound and interesting discovery was made. Mac was carrying two babies, not one. Their positions in the first ultrasound had not shown the second baby, so when the second picture was taken at the end of the third month of pregnancy, and both babies were clearly visible and both heart beats clearly audible, the expectant parents could not hold back their tears of joy.
They decorated the nursery in their house with a seashore theme. There were dinosaur tracks in the rocks along the cliff and airplanes in the sky overhead representing the parents interests that they were looking forward to sharing with their children.
The third ultrasound at the end of month five revealed that Mac was carrying a boy and a girl. The process of selecting names became an all consuming task with suggestions coming from everyone they knew. It took time for decisions to be made, after all, these two people took nine years to get their act together!
At the end of month seven, everything was going well. The doctor had prepared them that Mac could deliver at any time and although it would be a bit rocky for the twins they were both at least four pounds at that point and should be able to sustain life after birth. The doctor also warned them that the babies would grow and fill out and gain weight during the remaining four to six weeks. If Mac went full term, the babies would most likely weigh in the seven to eight pound range. Suddenly Mac had second thoughts about carrying the twins the full forty weeks.
Harm worried about Mac’s health and well-being of course but the doctor assured him that there was no need to curb any activity that Sarah felt up to engaging in, including intercourse. Still, Harm was gentle, tender and loving when they made love despite Mac’s urging to let go a little and her assurances that she was fine.
Harm and Mac had started going to Sunday dinner with Trish and Frank right after they were married. Once a month Frank and Trish came to their place instead. This was the Sunday Harm and Mac were hosting the Sunday dinner. Harm had put in a chicken roast with baked potatoes that morning. Mac had been restless all night and had finally fallen asleep early that morning. He didn’t want to wake her and had prepared the meal.
Around eleven that morning she had gotten up, showered and dressed and joined Harm in the kitchen as he put the salad fixings together. Mac had made a cheese cake for dessert the day before so they didn’t have to worry about a dessert.
“Harm, I was thinking about baby names last night when I couldn’t sleep. What do you think of David Harmon for a boy and Sara, without the h, Harmony for a girl?” Mac asked.
“David and Sara...I like those names, but what about using your last name for David’s middle name?”
“David Mackenzie Rabb and Sara Harmony Rabb...” Mac smiled and then gripped the arms on the chair as her face contorted in pain.
“Mac? Mac! What is it?”
“Labor...” she panted, “I think I’m in labor.” She panted as they had been taught until the pain subsided. When she could talk again she told him, “That was fast and powerful. I think we should call the doctor and see how long he wants us to wait. I have the...” Mac sucked in a sharp breath as the pain struck again. “The number...call...now!” Mac managed to get out through clenched teeth.
Harm dialed the phone as he panted with Mac trying to get her through this contraction. “Dr. Julie Chase please...Harmon Rabb...my wife is in labor...there have been two so far about a minute apart. Each one lasted close to three minutes beginning to end...yes, she was...she did sleep a few hours this morning...seemed sudden...Mac, do you think you can handle a car ride tot he hospital or do you want an ambulance?” Harm asked.
“Car...if we go now.”
“I’ll bring her in the car now,” Harm told the doctor as he hung up and grabbed her things. “Okay, Mom...it’s time...let’s get you tot he car.”
“Harm, your mom...and Frank...they’ll be here any second.”
“Good, they can take care of the food and meet us at the hospital later.” Harm had no more then said the words then Trish and Frank rang the door bell as it was opened to let Harm and Mac out of the house. Quick explanations were given before they got Mac into the new Chrysler Pacifica they had bought to accommodate their growing family. Mac’s water broke before she got into the car which added to the urgency of the drive to the hospital. Fortunately they were about ten minutes away from the Navy Medical Center. With the light Sunday traffic, they made the trip easily despite Mac having two more hard contractions that each lasted two to three minutes a piece.
The medical staff were waiting for them and had a chair available to take Mac in while Harm parked the car. They had preregistered and so Harm was shown where to change into the scrubs they had for him. By the time he was shown into the birthing room where the babies would be born, Mac was being examined by Dr, Chase.
“Captain Rabb, it looks like you are just in time. I can see the first head. Colonel, you are going to want to push on the next contraction. Harm be prepared for an iron grip and help support her back while she pushes. Here it comes,” the doctor warned her as she watched the monitor.
“You’re doing great Mac...I’m right here with you.” At the doctor’s nod, Harm told her, “Get ready...its going to hit again.” The contraction wasn’t the only thing to hit. It had been a strong contraction and the baby’s head was now through the birth canal, but the pain had caused Mac to swing her arm and her fist connected with Harm’s shoulder. He flinched, but managed to put his arms around her in such a way that he could prevent further damage as he supported her.
“Okay Mac, one more and you will be able to hold your first born. Get ready...”
“Harm, I can’t do this...” Mac told him.
“Yes you can and you will. Just rest against me and use your energy to push. Honey, you are about to give birth to our first baby...a child we never thought we’d have. You can do this.”
“Aaaaaaaaaagggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!” Mac’s scream echoed in the room but faded when the most beautiful sound in the world followed - the first cry of their new born baby.
“Dad, you want to announce what you’ve got here?” asked the doctor as Harm moved to cut the umbilical cord.
“It’s David...our son,” Harm’s voice was full of wonder as he spoke. Once the cord was cut, the baby was placed on Mac’s stomach and she was able to see and feel her son for the first time. Her tears mixed with laughter as Harm once again sat behind her, his arms wrapped around her as they watched the baby cry and squirm for those few seconds before the nurses whisked him away for his first test and to be cleaned.
“Harm, he’s so beautiful...” Mac cried and smiled at the same time. She felt another contraction, milder this time and relaxed more.
“It won’t be long now, Colonel Rabb,” the doctor told her. “Usually the second one is a little easier. Get ready now...”
The contractions were not as hard this time, but it seemed to take a long time before the doctor was able to see the baby’s head. By the time the baby crowned, she was watching the fetal monitor with a frown. Harm saw it and asked what was wrong.
“Nothing yet...but her pressure has gone up some. Nurse, monitor the signs and if her pressure goes up or the baby’s heart rate does down more then five points, tell me immediately. Mac, I need you to push really hard the next few contractions. We want this little girl out here to join her brother. Push!”
With Harm behind her and supporting her weight, she was able to focus her energy on pushing out her daughter. Seventeen minutes after David Mackenzie Rabb was born, Sara Harmony Rabb joined him, letting the world know that she was quite happy in the safe confines of her mother and the not as happy to be facing the cold bright world she now found herself.
Again, Harm cut the cord and then studied his daughter as she lay on her mother’s stomach for those few brief seconds before the doctors whisked her away for her first test and check-up. The nurse returned to tell them that their son weighed in at seven pounds twelve ounces and was twenty-two inches long, while his sister was a mere seven pounds and only twenty inches long. Both has scored top of the chart on their APGAR test.
The doctor suggested that Harm let them get Mac cleaned up while he went to make the announcement to family and friends. Harm leaned down to kiss his wife before leaving and to thank her again for the precious gifts she had given him.
Removing the scrubs he deposited them in the receptacle by the door and then headed for the waiting room. Frank and Trish had been joined by Jennifer Coates as they waited word on the delivery. “Well?” they asked as he entered.
“Mother and babies are doing fine. David Mackenzie Rabb weighed in at seven pounds twelve ounces and twenty-two inches in length while little sister Sara Harmony Rabb weighed in at seven pounds and twenty inches long. Sara may be smaller, but she had the loudest and longest cry of the two!” Harm laughed.
“What color hair and eyes, son?” asked Trish
“They both had dark brown hair and neither seemed inclined to show off their eyes yet.”
“How’s Mac?”
“Tired, sore, relieved, happy...” Harm smiled on his parents and their friend Jennifer.
“I’ll call Mattie and Harriet and share the news with them. I know Mattie will call Chloe and Harriet will call the Admiral with the news,” Jennifer told Harm.
“Then I’ll call Tom Boone,” announced Trish.
“Thanks everyone.” Harm turned and went to the room that had been assigned to Mac, as the doctor was just leaving. “Hey Mom...how you doing?” Harm asked Mac as he returned to her side, this time pulling up a chair.
“I am so glad I had this experience, but I’m not sure I would go through it again on purpose,” Mac told him.
“Pretty painful, huh?”
“Yes...I remember punching you...did it hurt?” Mac asked.
“I moved so you connected with my shoulder...stunned me, but I’ll live. It’s not much to endure compared to what I watched you go through.”
They heard a noise then and looked up to see two nurses, each pushing a bassinet into the room Mac had been assigned. One baby wore a blue cap and the other a pink one. Mac held their son as Harm studied their daughter. Both were rewarded when the babies opened their eyes a short time later. At the same time, they both exclaimed, “I think he/she has my eyes!”
Sure enough, their sons eyes were dark like his mothers. Their daughter had light blue eyes with a hint of green in them. “My mother has a picture of me when I was a baby and my eyes were this exact color, Mac...I think her eyes will be green like mine,” Harm declared in wonder.
The fire of their passion had resulted in two miracles.
THE END