PICTURING YOU

Author: Hollyjp

Summary: Another Harm and Mac life after FWFS story that’s a little different then my others and maybe a little different then what others have written. Just always remember that when I write Harm and Mac they may have problems but they will be together at the end.

Rating: A few parts are for very adult readers...I’ve tried to mark those sections and leave it so you can skip if you want or need to and not miss the story.

Author’s Notes: I got into some technical stuff with this story that probably isn’t accurate. Please allow me ‘poetic’ license on this aspect of this story. Also, I’m not sure if the Naval Safety Center would be dubbed NavSafCent, but it makes about as much sense as some of the other nicknames the Navy has, and it was quicker to type! Joint Forces Legal Services has also become JFLS.

{Voice on the phone}

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.

PART 1

Miramar Naval Station

San Diego, California

“Excuse me, I’m looking for Captain Rabb.”

“Is he expecting you, Ma’am?” asked Lt. Catherine Graves.

“No, but if he’s here I’m sure he’ll see me,” stated the fair-haired holding the hand of the little girl at her side.

“Who should I tell him is asking to see him, Ma’am?” checked Lt. Graves.

“Tell him an ex-helicopter pilot is here to see him, and she wasn’t bad for a girl,” the woman smiled.

“Okay Ma’am.” Cathy Graves sensed a mystery and twitched her lips trying to decide if this was a potential problem for her CO and his wife. As cute as Captain Rabb was, he and Colonel Mackenzie together were even cuter. Graves had taken upon herself to protect them from any undue outside influence and right now, she wasn’t sure if this lady and her little girl were trouble or not.

“Excuse me Captain Rabb, you have someone here to see you. She said to tell you she used to be a pilot and she wasn’t bad for a girl.” She heard the phone line go dead and the office door open as the same time she heard her commanding officer’s voice.

“Sandra?”

“Surprise!”

“What brings you here?”

“I live in the area. My husband told me that he was really impressed with the new Safety Investigator assigned to the base. He said that the combination of experience as a lawyer, investigator, and jet jock made for an awesome combination. I asked him the name of this guy, thinking this has to be a strange coincidence, and he tells me it’s a Captain Harmon Rabb. I had to come see for myself.”

“Come on in. This must be your little girl. She looks like you.”

“Yes, this is my daughter Maxine Gilbert. Honey, this is Captain Rabb. Can you say hello?”

“Hello Captain Rabb.”

Harm squatted down to shake the little girl’s hand. “Hello Maxine. You know, I knew your mom when she use to fly. Are you planning to fly someday too?”

“Mommy still flies. I’d rather ride horses.”

“I see. So talk to me Sandra.”

“Well, like Maxi says, I am a pilot. I fly helicopters for the Air Rescue League. It’s not a military career, sir, but is useful and there are challenges at times.”

“You said your husband is stationed here.”

“Ironic, isn’t it. I go home to Fort Worth, Texas to be with my family while I waited for Maxi to be born. After I got clearance to go back to work, I heard about a civilian post at the Naval Air Base in Forth Worth. I submitted my application and was called in for an interview. I didn’t get the job, but Lt. Commander Ken Burdick called and asked me out. He suggested that I might want to see if any of the news stations or hospitals were looking for a chopper pilot. I did and the next thing I know I am a trained EMT and piloting air rescues.”

“It’s a worthy career.”

“Yes. I enjoy it most of the time. Anyway, Ken asked me to marry him about a year later. He was so good with Maxi and wanted to adopt her, but her father had refused to relinquish his rights.”

“Have them met?” asked Harm quietly while the little girl was busy coloring with some things she had taken from her bag.

“Yes. He started a college fund for her. We’re hoping that someday his girls will be able to get to know her too. My husband has been there for every meeting, Captain if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“I admit I was,” Harm smiled and tipped his hat.

“You’re married too, I see,” Sandra commented, nodding to his wedding band. “Tell me about the lucky lady.”

“Actually you know her...she was a major then...she’s a Lt. Colonel now...Sarah Mackenzie Rabb,” Harm announced as he reached for the picture of his family that he kept on his desk.

“Wow...how long you been married?”

“Since August.”

“Still a newly wed. Were you dating back then?” Sandra asked.

“No...it took us awhile to figure things out. I gave up my career for her once but manages to get it back after she decided it would never work between us.”

“Wow...but you’re together now. Both of you still in?”

“Yes. We actually flipped a coin to see who would retire and who would keep their career, but our commanding officer talked some sense into us. We had to endure a separation for a time, but we were able to find suitable billets in the same general area.”

“And what is she doing?”

“She is the CO for Joint Legal Services Southwest.”

“That’s the new program where they are training JAGs to be in the field isn’t it?”

“Yes. She makes sure they’re up on the rules of engagement, know how to handle the demands of being in the field, and can keep their cool under pressure and make logical decisions quickly.”

“And you are no longer a lawyer?”

“I’m still licensed and I sometimes step in to cover cases tried in civilian court. I served as the Force Judge Advocate in Europe for six months, until this position opened up and they could find my replacement.”

“Who ended up in London?”

“Captain Mattoni. We was senior officer at headquarters when Mac and I were first partnered together there. It was a lateral move for him, but he preferred it over his assignment in Japan.”

“So what is it you do here?”

“My official title is commanding officer of the Naval Safety Center Southwest. Our office is in charge of Naval safety investigations. We also serve as liaisons with homeland security and reviews data from test flights to determine if improvements are within the acceptable safety standards.”

“Its hard to imagine you stepping out of the courtroom sir.”

“I’m still in the courtroom, only I’m usually testifying now instead of litigating.”

“Why did you leave JAG? You love the law.”

“I do...but I love Sarah Mackenzie more. We thought one of us would have to give up our career, but thanks to General Creswell and the Secretary of the Navy, we were both able to keep our careers. The first opening that came along that gave us a chance to be together was this one and it was a Captain’s billet. Those don’t come along that often, so I jumped on it. I’ve always like investigations and my knowledge of things that fly made me an acceptable candidate.”

“Well those four bars on your shoulders look good sir.”

“Mommy can we go soon?” interrupted the little girl who had tired of her crayons and books.

“Yes Maxi. She’s patience with me most of the time, but we’re going out to eat and then do some shopping. Perhaps you and your wife would join my husband and I for dinner one night?”

“I’ll talk to her about it.”

“Here’s my card. Please do call. Come on Maxi.”

Harm watched Sandra Gilbert Burdick and her daughter Maxine walk out of his office. The door had barely closed when he called his wife on her cell phone.

“Colonel Mackenzie.”

“I’m looking for Mrs. Rabb. You see her any where around?”

“Not a sign of her at the moment. Will I do?” asked Mac.

“I suppose I could deal with a kick-ass, gung-ho Marine in her place.”

“What’s up?”

“Funny you should ask,” Harm snickered knowing it drove Mac crazy when he did it, especially when she couldn’t make a come back. “I just had a visitor...someone from our past. Any guesses?”

“Please tell me its not the Video Princess,” Mac pleaded.

“Video Princess?”

“Renee.”

“No...not her...not anyone either of us dated.”

“A former client?”

“Yeah...she has a little girl now about seven or eight years old...looks just like her mother...she wasn’t bad at what she did...for a girl.”

“Oh my! Sandra Gilbert?”

“Sandra Gilbert Burdick, now. Her husband is stationed at Miramar but use to be in Forth Worth which is where they met, near her parents home. She’d like to have us get together over dinner one night, so I told her I’d talk it over with you.”

“Good man...” Mac smiled as she spoke.

“Hey, I learned my lesson the last time,” Harm reminded her. About two weeks after he had joined her in San Diego, Skates and her husband had been in town and suggested that they all go out to dinner. Harm had agreed to the plan and when he told Mac, she had given him a lesson in assuming anything with his wife. She had scheduled night ops training for the squad to get a feel what it might be like during night combat and having to decide on rules of engagement on the fly. She had refused to change plans and Harm, unable to track Skates and her husband down, ended up meeting them by himself and endured an evening of being the fifth wheel.

“Why don’t we see if you run into them again and if you do, we’ll talk about it,” suggested Mac.

“Sure. See you at home later?” Harm asked.

“Count on it sailor.”

1940 Local

Rabb Home

Castle Glen Drive

San Diego, California

“Mattie, I’m home.” Harm called as he set his case on the floor next to the hall table.

“Hi. You and Mac both had long days today. I’ve got supper ready when you are.”

“Thanks.” Harm dropped a kiss on her forehead when he found her at the kitchen desk working on homework. “How was school today?”

“I hate having to use the wheel chair at school, but I actually enjoyed classes. I wish I could have started at the semester break instead of two weeks into the quarter. Makes it hard to keep up.”

“Which is why the doctor wants you to use the chair at school so you don’t get over tired.”

“I know. It’s just I’m getting stronger and I get around at home without the chair now...I just want to ditch it completely.”

“I know, but we talked about it and Mac and I agree with the doctor. You over did the first time and had a major set back, right?”

“I know.”

“We want you on your feet, but we’re going to do it slow and steady,” Harm reminded her once again. It had become a well sung song if the past few months.

“You and Mac know about slow and steady, don’t you?” Mattie grinned. She loved teasing them about how long it took them to get together.

“Don’t try and divert my attention young lady, it is so not going to work. I know you wanted to push yourself for the wedding last August and we were so proud of how far you’d come in such a short time...”

“Oh boy, here it comes again,” Mattie muttered.

“It set you back so far, you had to practically be bedridden again and it took another ten weeks before you were able to move your right leg on your own. You were told that another stunt like that could mean permanent damage, Mattie, and I know that you don’t want that. Mac and I don’t want that for you, so yeah, for your own good we are being over protective, cautious, what ever you want to call it.”

Neither of them hear Marine Lt. Colonel Sarah Mackenzie Rabb come enter the house or the room, but Mattie saw her first and smiled.

“Mattie you’ve got to take this seriously,” Harm insisted.

“I am.”

“Then why are you grinning?”

“We have an audience,” Mattie informed him then.

Harm swung around and smiled seeing his gorgeous bride standing in the doorway, her arms folded, leaning on the door jam.

“Hey, you look tired. Rough day?” Harm asked gently as he dropped a kiss on her lips, slid one arm around her waist and guided her into his arms.

“Oh brother, mushy time again,” Mattie sputtered trying to hide her own delight at seeing these two people together and so much in love.

“We’ll finish this later,” Harm whispered in Mac’s ear as he turned them both toward Mattie, presenting a visual united from as he went back to his diatribe. “As for you, Mathilda Grace, as your parents now it is our job to make sure that we protect you and guide you and keep you safe, even if its from yourself. So what that you don’t like being in that wheelchair right now to get around at school. You don’t have to use it at home when a cane for balance is enough. Its time you focused on today. Think about how what you do now will help you to get your life back completely. You know you have to give it time. When you gt discouraged, just think about those plans we made. I promised that when you recovered we’d go to work on them...I can’t keep up my end of the deal unless you do your job now.”

Mac looked from her husband to her adopted daughter and back again, waiting to see if Harm had more to say or if Mattie was going to argue with his wisdom. When neither spoke, she decided to lighten the atmosphere.

“Good, maybe we can think about dinner now. Anyone have any ideas?” Mac asked innocently, her lips twitching as she continued to watch her family.

“Everything is ready to go on the table. The crock pot kept the soup hot and the salad is in the refrigerator.”

“Thank you Mattie. Just let me change my clothes and I’ll get it on the table,” Mac said as she stepped toward her daughter and patted her arm on the way to the bedroom. “Harm, you going to help her or change your clothes first?”

Mattie and Harm were still eyeing each other warily moved in opposite directions.

“I’m right behind you,” he informed her as her words galvanized him into action once again. Once in the bedroom with the door shut, he started stripping off his peanut butters. He really liked being able to wear the work uniform on a regular basis and only having to ‘dress’ up when he was called to testify or for the monthly meetings in Washington DC with the head of the task force. He suspected that Mac was about to impart some words of wisdom and when nothing was forth coming he started to study her closely looking for a sign.

“What?” she asked as he studied her face looking for clues.

“Nothing to say to me about what you walked in on?”

“Nothing to add. You were right and Mattie knows it. She’s a teenager and needs to hear the message over and over. You’re a good Dad...I’ve told you that before. Are you fishing for compliments?” she teased.

“You sure?”

“Yes. What did you think I was going to tell you? You got carried away; take it easy on her; Harm , we both know how touch and go things were when we got back from our brief honeymoon and discovered her back in the hospital and doctors contemplating surgery. It took years off both of us. We were both there when she begged us not to let her do this to herself again. I would have been disappointed if you hadn’t said what you did. On the other hand, our daughter has prepared dinner for her tired old parents and I think we need to appreciate what a help she is being to us.”

“I agree...and thank you.”

“You can pay me later,” Mac shot over her shoulder as she fastened the button at her waist and padded barefoot toward the kitchen.

Harm followed a few steps behind as he enjoyed the view of Mac’s long tan legs exposed below the hem of her khaki shorts. His eyes wandered up further to the small of her back exposed by her crop top. He remember the first time she had worn this top on their honeymoon. He had been delighted when he realized that she didn’t have to wear a bra under it. His fingers tingled and his breath caught in his throat knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that his wife was preparing him to be seduced later when they got behind close doors. She loved to torment him this way because she knew that all evening he would be needing to hide behind something so as not to corrupt the teenager in the house. He groaned knowing it could be a long uncomfortable evening ahead.

Mattie had the table set and the food ready to serve when they returned.

“This looks great Mattie. Thank you,” Mac smiled as she hugged the teenager.

“It’s nothing special,” Mattie deflected the praise.

“But I still appreciate you helping, Mattie. I remember the days of going to school, coming home to tackle the homework, fixing dinner, and then having no one notice. You do little things to help, and I thank you.” Mac smiled waiting for her appreciation to be accepted. Mac knew it wasn’t an easy thing for Mattie to accept from her yet.

“I like helping...you’ve already done so much for me,” Mattie began.

“You know how you feel good inside doing something to help someone?” Mac asked Mattie.

“Yeah...it does feel good.”

“Well, in a way that’s like the feeling I get when I realize there I things I can do to help you.”

“I guess I get it.”

“I think what Mac is trying to say, Mattie, is that...” Harm started before Mac interrupted him.

“What Harm is trying to do is talk for me and that never turns out well,” Mac laughed as she rolled her eyes at Harm.

“You wound me,” Harm complained, his hands going over his heart.

“Harm, Mattie and I need to find our own ways to communicate and we did pretty good while you were in London. Between our visits and talks on the phone, we did alright. Right Mattie?” Mac asked.

“Yes. But you know Harm, Mac, he’s got to get his two cents in even if we’ve got the exact change.”

“Hey, that’s a good one,” Mac crowed reaching over to give Mattie a high five.

Harm squinted first at one woman and then the other. “You’re ganging up on me.”

“He is smarter then we give him credit for,” Mac teased addressing her comment to Mattie.

“Sometimes,” Mattie agreed with a giggle.

“Alright. Alright.”

“So how did Sandra Gilbert look today?” Mac asked changing the subject.

“Happy. Her little girl looks like her. She named her Maxine. Father and daughter have met,” Harm informed Mac.

“How did that go?”

“Okay I guess. The siblings haven’t met yet.”

“It’s got to be difficult on their spouses.”

“This Burdick guy she married sounds pretty supportive of her,” Harm added.

“Do you know him?” Mac asked.

“I know the name...can’t put a face with it though. So Mattie, any potential friends at your new school?” Harm asked changing the subject to draw her in.

“Of course. It’s hard to get to know people when I’m in the chair. That’s one reason I don’t want to use it,” Mattie explained making one more pitch for parking her chair at school.

“Don’t start again,” Harm warned, but with a smile.

“Mattie, this soup you made came out really good,” Mac praised.

“Thanks Mac.”

Mattie and Mac exchanged knowing smiles. Mac’s appreciation halted another round of the worried parent routine from Harm, while Mattie’s acceptance of Mac’s praise earned them both a smile from their hero.

PART 2

During the months Harm was stationed in London, Mac had flown out to spend time with Mattie every two or three weeks. They would call Harm together at least once during the weekend so they could all talk and make plans. Harm had tried to fly out to meet them once and got as far as Washington DC when he was met at the airport and escorted to a Joint Staff meeting at the Pentagon for an emergency meeting. As a result of that meeting, Harm landed himself in the billet he had now with full support out of Washington D.C.

Disappointed that his schedule hadn’t allowed him to see Mattie and Mac after their carefully made plans, they all consoled themselves with the fact that August was drawing closer. Although they would be separated after a short honeymoon in the Bahamas for a couple of months, they decided it could be worse. They had waited nine years before deciding to marry. They figured another few weeks of being apart would pass quickly and they at least had the legal bond of the ceremony to assure them they were progressing with their relationship.

In the weeks following the tropical honeymoon, Mac looked for housing that would be suitable for Mattie in her wheelchair. Trish and Frank Burnett kept their eyes and ears open for potential housing, and stumbled across a great option a month before Harm and Mattie were due to arrive. The house was in the price range Harm had felt comfortable with; it was on one floor; it provided the newlyweds and Mattie with privacy; and there were lots of possible projects that Harm could get involved with.

An artist at the gallery Trish operated was selling his one floor craftsman style home in order to upgrade and move out of the city. The house wasn’t picture perfect but it was located on Castle Glen Drive about half way between Miramar and North Island Air Station.

The University of San Diego High School was close by for Mattie. Harm and Mac had tried to convince Mattie to go to a private school, but she had insisted on public high school. They finally compromised when Mattie was accepted into the University High School. Mattie would be able to work on college credits while she was earning her high school diploma. Mattie was able to take a handicapped accessible bus to the high school until she was able to go with crutches or a cane. It allowed her the most independence of the other options they had considered.

San Diego Naval Medical Center was only seven miles from the house and now that Mattie was legally adopted by Harm and Mac, they were able to have her seen by doctors there in a state of the art facility.

Harm had been thrilled when he saw the house for the first time. He liked the idea of puttering around the house and had already suggested several remodeling projects to his ladies. Although this place wasn’t modern, like the loft, it was cozy and allowed him an endless source of creative projects, a side of him that Mac had forgotten about over the years until she saw his excitement and plans for the house.

The floor plan was fairly simple. You entered through a front door that was off set toward the driveway. There were two wings off each side of the main part of the house that formed a little courtyard in the back. A sheltered little patio led into the rest of the fenced in back yard. In one corner the previous owners had kept raised garden beds for growing flowers, herbs and vegetables. There was even a strawberry bed.

While the kitchen, living room and an office/guest room made up the main portion of the house, one wing contained the dining area off the kitchen, a utility room and the master bedroom and bathroom. The other wing had two small bedrooms and a bathroom. A doorway at the end of the hall lead to a little efficiency apartment that had been added on to the end of the wing. Mac and Harm turned it into Mattie’s suite. It even had an outside door to the little courtyard.

The house had archways leading from room to room. Harm had built additional closet space in some of the ‘dead’ areas in the floor plan giving the interior interesting angles and functional storage. A two car garage was attached on the kitchen side of the house but there was no door leading directly into the kitchen. Harm added a connecting window into the kitchen area so the groceries could be unloaded from the car to the kitchen through that window before they came around to the front door to enter the house. A full door would used up too much kitchen counter and storage so he had settled for this unique system. Mac and Mattie thought it was a great idea.

All the rooms needed fresh paint or wall paper when they moved in. They all agreed to go with paint over wall paper. The work that needed to be completed before they moved in, like the painting, was done first while Harm had been still been in London.

After dinner the three of them cleaned up the kitchen together. They would often spend time together each evening working on a project in the back yard or in the house. Mac enjoyed those times together when they were just the Rabb family. No titles, no worries, no pressures.

2230 Local

Rabb Residence

“I didn’t think she’d ever go to bed tonight,” Harm grumbled in Mac’s ear as he backed her into their bedroom.

“And why would that be a problem?” Mac teased rubbing herself against his evident arousal and desire for her.

“You know damn well what the problem is,” Harm mumbled before claiming her lips with his own, searching her mouth, enjoying her sweetness, pulling her hips against his.

“I’d say you like what you see,” Mac teased her husband as his wayward hands touched any skin he could find and his lips followed.

“I nearly came undone outside tonight when you two started spraying each other with the hose. Mattie’s shot that hit you square in the chest was - ah - revealing shall we say?” Harm reminded Mac.

“Only a little bump showed...I checked.” Mac giggles as Harm the prude showed up again briefly, before he located those bumps he had referred to. The cold water had made Mac’s nipples perk up, but the material was thick enough so she hadn’t been exposed. The warm evening air, dried her top as she wore it, not necessitating a change of clothes, something she had Mattie had delighted in as they got use to the warmer winter air in southern California. Although Mac had grown up in the southwest, mostly, she had lived in the northern climates for most of the past twenty years. Mattie had never lived further south then Virginia so had more adjusting to do.

Mac giggled as Harm sat on the bed, so he could kiss the bare skin on her belly and back below her top by turning her where she stood between his knees. Mac had selected her top tonight on purpose. He had been turned on by the top during their honeymoon and each and every time she put it on sense. There were times she took great delight in driving him crazy, like tonight when she had put the top on with this very thing in mind. Sometimes she wondered how he had kept his hands to himself for so many years when they were partners. It really was a testament to his military training as an officer and a gentleman.

Harm on the other hand, was ready to see more of her satiny soft skin. Using his thumbs he worked them under the lower edge of her top and began to peel the cotton upward.

“Harm, would you like me to remove my top...it’s going to take forever the way you’re trying to do it.”

“Yeah...show me what you’re hiding.” He ducked his head closer and tasted her skin from navel to the bottom of the top as she reached to pull the top over her head, freeing her breasts to his sight; to his touch; and to his taste.

Mac’s head was thrown back as he touched, tasted and tantalized her sensitive breasts. Holding them...supporting their weight...massaging them...each touch created electric sparks inside Mac’s body. Her hands tangled in his hair, holding his mouth closer to her, urging him to touch and taste more.

When Mac’s knees buckled, Harm guided her on to his lap and helped her to wrap her legs around his waist leaving no doubt to the effect she was having on him. He allowed his mouth to claim hers once again while his hands, slightly rough but very gentle, caressed her bare back before settling at her waist.

“I want to feel your skin against me,” Mac managed to demand against his mouth between kisses.

Together they removed Harm’s shirt and he drew her bare breasts against his chest. Sliding side to side creating a friction that would drive them both over the edge soon. For now they went with enjoying the sensations the movement caused in both of them.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of you,” Harm admitted to Mac as he reached for the button on her shorts.

“I know...I’m the same way about you...Wait...let me stand up,” Mac insisted as she reluctantly got off his lap so that they could both remove the rest of their clothing.

Mac smiled as she studied her husband now, and thought back to the first time they had been together. As comfortable as they were with each other as partners and friends, they had both been more nervous with each other as their clothes came off for the first time. They had laughed about it which had gone along way in helping them quickly find their comfort zone. Thinking about it now, it seemed hard to remember how nervous they had been. While their love making had been limited to the bedroom and bathroom, Mac could imagine them christening other rooms in the house eventually, should Mattie be away overnight sometimes. Mac kept the idea to herself for now, not wanting to shock her amorous husband at the moment.

Harm’s hands and lips were busy finding all the spots he had found on Mac that turned her on when touched them. Mac had learned to just hold on and enjoy it when Harm was in his search and plunder mode. He would eventually give her a chance to return the favorite, but he was a man on a mission tonight. It was one designed to give as much intense pleasure to his wife as possible. The little whimpering sounds that came from her throat told him what he needed to know.

He sat on the lounge chair in the corner of the room, settling Mac onto his lap again, only this time guiding himself into her moist heat. With his hands at her hips he guided her wild ride as she rocked her hips against his. His hands and mouth were everywhere on her while she rode him hot and wild, their hips grinding together where they were joined. Her frantic cries told him that she needed one final touch to take her over the top, and he obliged, letting his thumb stimulate her hidden nub between them. One touch and her caught her wild cries in his mouth, muffling them in the night.

As she came down from her release, he was still hard inside her. Her head rested on his shoulder while his hands lightly caressed her back.

“I love you Mac,” he whispered in her ear, waiting for her to give him a sign she was ready for more.

Mac pulled her legs up wrapping them around his waist again, drawing him further into her body as she captured his mouth this time, becoming the aggressor in the relationship for the moment. Pushing him back so he was reclining on the lounger, she leaned over him, teasing him with her breasts, as she used her legs to lift and lower herself over him. He was close, she knew, by the way he closed his eyes and his breath hitched. She began bouncing on his lap, to increase her tempo. Her breasts bounced and brushed his face as his mouth sought to capture her. Getting one hand free, he guided her breast to his mouth, wrapped his tongue around the engorged nipple, suckling her as she rocked and gyrated her hips against his.

Harm could feel her muscles beginning to contract around him once again. This time they rode the crest of their orgasms together until they lay sated in one another’s arms.

After a quick shower, they slid into bed together, naked. Harm held Mac in his arms, his chin resting on her head. Feeling that it had been enough time sense he last brought up the subject, he would try again tonight.

“Mac, I don’t mean to push you, but have you given any more thought about getting pregnant?”

“I think about it every day Harm. You know I want to; You also know what the doctor said. Even if I get pregnant there is a good chance I can’t carry full term because of the weakness in the uterine wall. That’s why they are not willing to do in vitro with us and introduced the idea of a surrogate the last time.”

“Are you ready to talk about that yet?” Harm asked her quietly.

“I don’t think I could handle watching your baby grow inside another woman, Harm.”

“But the doctor said it would be your baby too. They can harvest your eggs and fertilize with my sperm. It would be our baby.”

“I know...I want to keep trying ourselves for now Harm.”

“Okay...trying is good. I know how much you want the experience Mac...would it really bother you to see our baby growing inside someone else...I mean its not like I have to put the sperm in there myself.”

Mac smiled despite the topic and the intensity of her feelings on the subject, yet Harm had a way of putting things that made her laugh. “I know...do you mind waiting a little longer for me?”

“No. Whatever we do, it has to feel right for both of us.”

“I did talk to Harriet after the last appointment,” Mac admitted, hesitating to tell Harm what their friend had offered.

“And?” Harm waited and when Mac didn’t say anymore he looked down to see if she was asleep. She was chewing her lip so he knew she was thinking and worrying about this more then he had realized. “Mac? Talk to me.”

“Harriet offered to be a surrogate for us if we decide...” Mac trailed off, overwhelmed at their friend’s generosity. “She and Bud talked it over and are willing if we decide to go that route.”

“How do you feel about that?” Harm asked her.

“I’m not sure. I think it was generous, kind, and typical of what Bud and Harriet would do for someone they cared for. I’m not sure it would be a good idea. What do you think?” One part of Mac wanted Harm to be his arrogant stubborn, hard-headed man that she found when she first came to JAG. He would have jumped at the chance and found a way to convince her it was the thing to do. But the mature Harm, would talk it over and agree to abide by her decision for now.

“I think I would feel funny about it,” Harm admitted. “It was a nice offer, though.” He kissed her forehead. “Think you can sleep tonight?”

“Oh yeah.” Mac snuggled closer and after closing her eyes, she fell asleep dreaming of the baby she still hoped to conceive. They had been married for almost six months. She had been going to the doctor’s here in San Diego for eight months and

while they gave her a higher chance of getting pregnant, they had given her a weaker prognosis on carrying to term.

Harm had gone for his own series of tests after he had relocated to San Diego, and they knew for sure that he was fully functioning and loaded with live ammo for their mission. Mac had given him a new nickname that had a secret meaning between them. Every time she called him ‘Hot Shot’ he would blush and get flustered.

The doctor had explained to them why he had wanted to test. They had been fully prepared given Harm’s age, exposure to toxic jet fuels, and ejection history that he could have low motility or sperm count which would necessitate special preparations for them to give them their best chances. Instead his test results had shown both an unusual high sperm count given all the previously mentioned factors and a high motility rate. Harm had blushed when the female doctor told them his results and actually fanned herself. Mac had dubbed him ‘Hot Shot’ then and there. Harm had tried to convince Mac that it had been a coincidence not a reaction to the news. Mac refused to believe the ‘doctor had a hot flash’ theory however, and Harm couldn’t change her mind. For now, nature would do what it wanted.

PART 3

February 21, 2006

1110 Local

Miramar Air Station

“Captain Rabb!” Lt. Graves called as she flew in his office door just as he hung up the phone.

“Calm down Lt. Graves. What’s going on?”

“There’s been an accident sir...at Turner Field.”

“Give me the basics on the way to the airstrip.” Harm grabbed his cover and brief case as he headed for the helo waiting for them. “Did you activate the team Graves?” Harm checked with his sometimes easily rattled assistant.

“Yes sir, while I waited for you to end your call.”

“Fill me in.”

“Yes sir. Apparently Lt. Commander Yates was directing an air boat into shore before Captain Morales finished with his training exercise. Morales ordered his men into the water and to deploy their rafts. The water wasn’t deep enough and eight men were injured.”

“Any deaths?”

“Not yet sir, but two of the men are thought to be in critical condition with possible head injuries.”

“JAG investigators on the scene?”

“I don’t know sir. For this would I contact Colonel Rabb?”

“Were they training for combat or normal drills?”

“Drills sir.”

“Then you called the regular JAG office.”

“It gets so confusing, sir. I mean why would you have to step away from the law when you could have both been working in different areas of JAG, each with your own command?”

“Graves?”

“Sorry sir. I know you are an amazing investigator and all, its just I know you enjoy litigating.”

“Focus on this job, Graves.” Harm looked at the two other men comprising this response team.

Major Mark Unger and Lt. Jesse Kingston along with Lt. Cathy Graves and himself made up response team one. Major Unger was their helo pilot getting them quickly to accident sites. While they also dealt with forensics and good old fashion investigative work, they were still in the military on active duty, unlike the NCIS investigators that were called to investigate Naval and Marine crime scenes.

A second ‘first response’ team was headed by Harm’s executive officer. He had selected “Commander Dave Jackson, a former submariner and Seal to be his executive officer. Jackson in return had asked for Lt. Rivers to be assigned to their squad. Harm had been a little reluctant but after assessing the situation he agreed. Lt. Rivers had been passed over for a promotion for a second time. As a result, he needed to take a new billet and a lateral move was all that would be allowed. His respect for Commander Jackson and his grudging respect for Captain Rabb, made this option the only choice left to him. The fourth member of the second team was Captain Wayne Travers their helo pilot.

Back at their headquarters, Master Gunnery Sargent Victor Galindez, Sargent Frank West, Petty Officer Chandra Norse, and Petty Officer Barry Adams provided research, technology support, language skills, and explosives expertise for the two response teams. ‘Master Gunny’ Galindez ran the office and the team and put his field experience to use working to determine the meanings behind the accidents. Sargent West was an explosives expert, PO Norse was a master at several languages and cryptology, while PO Adams’ technology skills made Bud’s computer expertise to look amateur and outdated.

The helicopter set down and Harm, Cathy Graves, and Jesse Kingston were out and running toward the area where rescue workers were still surrounding the scene.

“Captain Rabb, Naval Safety Investigations. Who’s in charge here?” demanded Harm.

“I am sir. Commander Bill Halliday. How can we help you?”

“Walk us through the accident. Graves, get this down.”

“Yes sir.”

“Commander Yates got a flash that their was a storm coming in. With this particular model of air boat, they’ve had some stability problems. They have been experimenting with ballasts to try and make the craft more stable. Anyway, Yates ordered Morales to get his men clear as they were headed to port. Morales didn’t have the weather flash, so he had his men deploy their rafts for the final exercise figuring they could row to shore, or swim. He didn’t realize that Yates was in as shallow or that he was turning the air boat. One raft was sucked into the air boat fan, and another was capsized.”

“Yates and Morales?” Harm asked.

“Morales is one of the injured. Yates is on the air boat cleaning and checking for necessary repairs.”

“How do Morales and Yates normally get along?”

“About as well as a Navy man and a Marine can, sir.”

“I see. Unger, you and Jesse inspect the air boat. Graves, I need you to secure a car. We’re going to the hospital.”

“Aye, aye sir,” Graves saluted, before turning to secure a navy issue car.

The day dragged on for Harm. They had waited to interview the men in the hospital. They waited for Unger and Kingston report. When it came, they didn’t have any significant damage to report. Finally they got in to see Morales.

“Captain Morales, I’m Captain Rabb. This is Lt Graves. We have some questions for you about the incident.”

“Yes sir. You’re not JAG are you?”

“Not anymore. I represent the Naval Safety Center here in San Diego. Could you tell us what happened?”

“Yes sir... We were suppose to practice maneuvers using our rafts. Most of us have had extensive training get on and off the old amphibious ships, but the new air boats they use, well sir, there are other factors to consider that the men don’t fully understand. The new rafts are smaller, seating fewer men. The teams have to get the raft into the water and get themselves into the rafts quickly without flipping them. Once they get the knack, it’s pretty easy to do.”

“I understand Captain...we understand the purpose, but we want you to tell us what happened.”

“Aye, aye sir. I saw that Yates was heading for shore and we needed to get in one more drill to stay on schedule. When I saw the direction he was heading, I gave the signal to begin the drill. Just as the first two boats hit the water, the next two were preparing to go, but the air boat made a sharp turn. The next two rafts slide into the water but the men lost their balance and momentum ending up in the water. I tried grabbing the raft closest to me to stop it, and it was sucked into the fan and me with it.”

Harm studied the bandages on the man’s hands, and head.

“How bad are you hurt Captain Morales?”

“It could have been much worse. I grabbed the screening which prevented me from being ground like mince meat. One of the raft ropes was wrapped around my arm and I have cut marks from that; fortunately the rope broke before it could severe my arm. My head was lacerated from flying debris. Did they locate my squad?” Morales asked in concern.

“Yes sir. My understanding is that one other man was hurt...Sargent Tim Jennings.”

“What happened? He was in the first raft. They got away without a problem. It was the other raft the wasn’t ready that got sucked under the air boat.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know. Look, we’ll let you rest. Heal up soon, Morales. Your men need you.”

“Captain Rabb?”

“Yes Graves?”

“Don’t we need to ask him about the report Yates issued?”

“Very good, Lt. Graves. Thank you. Captain Morales, there is one more question if you don’t mind.”

“Go ahead Captain Rabb.”

“Why didn’t you hold up when you heard Yates post the storm warning?”

“Storm warning sir? I didn’t hear any storm warning. He circled his hand to indicate he was ready for us to gear up.”

“Circled his hand?” Harm asked as he raised his arm and rotated his hand from the wrist in a circular motion.

“Exactly sir. That’s how he had been signaling us to gear up on every exercise we’ve done with him.”

“Do you have a problem with Commander Yates?”

“No more so then I do most other squids, sir,” Morales grinned at Harm. “I do have to uphold Marine tradition if you know what I mean sir.”

“I do.”

“Captain Rabb is married to a Marine Colonel, sir.” grinned Lt. Graves earning her a frown from Captain Rabb.

As they left Morales room Harm made a few notes on his notepad, while Lt. Graves launched into her apology routine.

“I’m so sorry captain, if I said too much in there, I mean. I mean everyone hears you and the Colonel tease each other, I just....”

“Graves, enough. It’s okay, let it go.”

“Yes sir.”

“Let’s check with the nurses’ station on Sargent Tim Jennings. Maybe we can speak to him as well.”

They were in luck and shown to Sargent Jennings room, one floor up.

“Sargent Jennings? I’m Captain Rabb with the Naval Safety Center.”

“About time someone did something about those damn air boats, sir.”

“Tell me about them. These new ones are loud and you can’t hear a thing.”

“That’s why they use hand signals.”

“Yes sir, but whoever approved those signals hasn’t been out there using them. They are too fine sir.”

“Explain more Sargent.”

“Yes sir...when Commander Yates gave the gear-up signal, we got the rafts launched. Problem was, when I looked back to watch the next two, I was at another angle and realized that Commander Yates was either telling us he was turning, or there was a twister expected in the area. All three of those hand signals use on hand. Gear up is a circular hand with the index finger pointing up at the end of each circle; the twister is the hand in circles while the thumb is folded against the palm; and the turn is indicated with the motion coming from the elbow and not the wrist. They are too close together to always be certain from a distance.”

“What about head gear and microphones?”

“Not been approved sir.”

“Are you saying it would have made a difference?”

“Yes sir.”

“Very well Sargent. We will look into that more. How bad are your injuries?”

“Concussion and wrenched knee.”

“Take care Sargent.”

“Aye, aye, Sir.”

Back in the car Lt. Graves was denying to know what Captain Rabb was thinking. He had handed her the keys and he was looking at his notes while she drove them away from the Medical Center. She was about to ask him where he wanted to go, when he radioed the rest of the team.

“Major Unger, do you copy?”

“Aye, aye, Captain.”

“What’s your location?”

“We’re just arriving back at Turner Airfield.”

“What’s your ETA for NavSafCent?”

“Fifteen minutes Captain.”

“See you there.”

“I take it we’re heading back to Miramar.”

“Yes. Do you have another idea?”

“No sir, its just I know you try to wrap up and get home for dinner.”

Harm glanced at his watched and realized that it was dark and it was getting late. He hadn’t called home. He grabbed his cell phone and rang his house.

“Harm?” Mac answered, her concern evident in her voice.

“I’m so sorry, Mac. Time got a way from me and this is first chance I’ve had to call. I’m going to be at least another hour, maybe two before I can get home. Did you and Mattie eat yet?”

“No.”

“Please go ahead. I’m really sorry Mac.”

“Harm, its okay as long as you are alright. I take it you got called out.”

“We did. I’ll fill you in later. You and Mattie go ahead and eat. I grab something later.”

“Drive carefully. We love you.”

“I love you too.” Harm put his cell away and looked over at Lt. Graves. He smiled and shook his head. Every time she heard him tell Mac or Mattie that he loved them, she would get this silly grin on her face and start gushing about how ‘cute’ they were. Harm put up with it, because he liked the idea that she thought he was at least trying to be a good husband and father and because she was actually pretty good at this investigative stuff. She earned the right to be on his team.

1950 Local

NavSafCent

Miramar

Team one assembled along with Galindez and Norse back at headquarters. Each member of the team reported out information they had, adding anything the previous teams left out. Information was typed into the computer and projected onto the smart board for everyone to see. They would review the information, verify data collected, and then issue a report with recommendations when appropriate. The team tried to wrap things up within twenty-four hours whenever possible.

The second team, lead by Commander Dave Jackson, was currently in Hawaii investigating a recent rash of accidents on the submarine fleet in the water there. While team one was looking for supporting data on their findings, Harm checked in with team two.

“Dave, it’s Harm. What you got?”

“It’s a mess out here Harm. Not only can we not find a pattern, have my team gets sick every time we step on a sub.”

“Guess we need to find you more ‘bubbleheads’ for these calls.”

“I wish. Anyway, any chance West could come join us?” I could really use the technology support here on site.”

“Let me check first with Pearl and see if we can borrow one of the JAG techs. If not then I’ll send West out in the morning.”

“Fair enough. We’ll check in tomorrow.”

“Captain Rabb, I think we’ve got the data we need to support our theory,” announced Galindez.

“Excellent. Look, we’re all tired. Let’s call it a night and get back to it in the morning when we’re fresh. If we’re right, we can wrap this up in two or three hours...and if we’re not, then we need rested minds to examine our info again.”

“Aye, aye, sir. Do you want me to call Pearl about the tech for Commander Jackson before I secure.”

“Please, and if they don’t have someone let West know. Thank you, Gunny,” Harm said still using the old name for one of his favorite people.

Harm had ended up with Victor Galindez as a fluke. Mac had apparently been calling around trying to locate him to add to her staff. She had left a message with his mother for him to call and left their home number. Harm had answered the phone when Gunny had called.

<Flashback>

“I got a message to call this number because someone named Rabb was looking for me.”

“Gunny. I appreciate you getting back to me quickly. Look I’m stationed in San Diego now and heading up the Naval Safety Center in San Diego. I need good investigators on my team that know how to do research and use data. Interested?”

“Yes sir. I’m on leave right now, but I’m suppose to go back next week to get new orders.”

“I’m a Captain now, Gunny, and I’ll put in the paperwork for your promotion to Master Gunny and cut your orders to report to San Diego in one week.”

“Make it eight days and you’ve got a deal.”

“Done.”

“I was surprised to hear you left JAG, sir.”

“Had to...well one of us had too.”

“Sir?”

“Mac and I got married Gunny. She got stationed in San Diego running joint legal services and I was sent to London as Force JAG Europe. When we got our orders, we got our heads out of the sand and decided to marry. One of us was going to give up our careers, but General Creswell convinced us to hang in there a little longer and he would help one of us secure another billet closer together as soon as there was an opening. When this one opened up, I knew it was perfect. I still get to play in the courtroom sometimes, but I have always enjoyed the action of investigations. The further up the chain I went in JAG, the further I was from the courtroom anyway.”

“It will be good to see you both.”

“Eight days Gunny.”

<End Flashback>

Mac had been furious with him for about ten minutes until she realized it was her own fault for not giving Gunny more information. She had just told his mother to have him call Rabb and then she left two phone numbers. Her office and home. Gunny had gotten through on the home number first. Harm had answered and assumed that Victor had gotten his message not knowing Mac had been trying to reach him too. It had been an honest mistake and one used to torment the other now and again.

PART 4

2235 Local

Rabb Residence

Harm was bone tired by the time he had parked in the garage and entered the house. It was quiet and dark accept the nightlight in the halls and kitchen. He turned on the light in the kitchen to get a drink and spotted the note from Mac.

[Hey Harm, we left you some salad and cold grilled chicken. Eat something please. Wake me up when you get home if I’m asleep. Love you, Mac.]

Harm took out the salad, chicken and his homemade dressing and stood at the counter to eat a small portion. He was eating the last bite when he felt Mac’s arms slide around his waist from behind, and her head rest on his back.

“Sorry Mac.”

“It’s okay. You’ve been great about calling when you’re going to be late. Time gets away from all of us once in awhile.”

“It’s still no excuse.”

“Harm its fine. I picked Mattie up from school today and we spent a fun couple of hours together.”

“I’m glad you and Mattie have bonded so well.”

“Me too. I was afraid we would have territorial disputes over you.”

“Over me?”

“Yes. It happens when a single parent marries, sometimes.”

“Really.”

“Ready for bed?” Mac asked changing the subject.

“I could be,” Harm teased.

“Harm,” Mac rolled her eyes as she slid in front of him and reached up to kiss his chin, the closest she was able to get to his mouth at the moment.

He lowered his head so that she could reach his mouth more easily. Their lips nibbled and caressed while hands touched and urged more closeness. Harm’s exhaustion disappeared as Mac’s touch once again woke up every nerve in his body. Her touch had that effect on him when she didn’t even try. When she was in the mood for making love, he didn’t have a prayer of saying no. Of course, he didn’t want to so it was not a problem. While he still had any brain cells working, he whispered against her lips.

“Bedroom.”

Mac groaned, just wanting to go with the moment, but knowing Harm was right. Leaving everything just where it was, Harm and Mac moved to the bedroom while continuing their kisses and caresses.

In the few months that they had lived together full time, Harm had quickly learned to recognize most of Mac’s moods. She had been almost sexually aggressive lately which warned him that the infamous three days of hell was close. He had always kidded her about a man being lucky to get five good days a month with a woman, but he had adjusted that assessment with Mac. He soon discovered that if her sexual urges were satisfied, which he had no complaint about, then her mood swings were minimal. There were three days that she was usually uncomfortable and Harm tried to keep his distance, but be understanding and supportive.

Harm certainly wasn’t one of those husbands that complained that his wife wasn’t interested in sex. He and Mac had a satisfying and active sex life. Some times he felt like Mac was trying to make up for lost time. He had also been pleased to discover that his age had not significantly diminished his recovery time. Maybe he had lost a few minutes, but if he had, the power of Sarah’s love certainly compensated for those few minutes.

Two weeks later

NavSafCent

{Excuse me Captain, Commander Burdick is here to see you.}

“Show him in Lt. Graves.”

“Yes sir.”

“At ease Commander. How can I help you?” Harm asked assessing the fair-haired officer that had married Sandra Gilbert and was helping to raise another man’s child.

“Well Captain, I wanted to introduce myself. I understand that you know my wife, Sandy.”

“Yes. She stopped and introduced me to her daughter and told me she was married to you. You look familiar, Commander.”

“Yes sir. About ten, maybe eleven years ago I met you when you were working a case with a friend of mine.”

“Meg Austin?” Harm asked trying to think who he had worked with when the Texas drawl helped him make the leap.

“Yes sir. She spoke highly of you as an investigative lawyer...not quite as nicely as a man however,” Burdick grinned.

“Well, I was young back then. She knew me before I met my wife. Things changed drastically after that,” Harm vowed.

“If you and your wife are free this weekend, Sandy and I would love to invite you over for a backyard cookout. Do you have children, Captain?”

“Actually we have a teenager. She’s adopted and recovering from a plane accident.”

“Well, she’s welcome to come with you. It will be casual. We have a horse shoe pit if your interested.”

“I’ll talk it over with my wife and we’ll be in touch. How’s that?” Harm asked as he accepted the card Commander Burdick handed him.

“Excellent. Guess I’d better get back to the shop.”

Later that evening

Rabb Residence

“So what do you think?” Harm asked.

“I’d like to go. Mattie?”

“Sure. How old is their little girl?”

“Eight.”

“Cool age. Count me in.”

“You have the card, Harm?”

“Right here.”

“I’ll go call her now.” Mac picked up the phone. It was answered on the second ring. “Sandra? Sarah Rabb.”

[Oh...yes, the name through me for a second.]

“I know...it still throws me at times too. Your husband extended an invitation to my husband for us to join you Saturday for a cook out. Our daughter has agreed to come with us. I hope you don’t mind.”

[Daughter?]

“You husband didn’t explain?”

[No, I’m sorry.]

“Harm and I adopted a teenager. Her name is Mattie.”

[I’m not surprised. He was great with Maxi the other day...actually, we thought we might ask if Max and his other two daughters could join us Saturday as well.]

“That’s fine. Can I bring anything?”

[No thanks. I’ve got everything covered. We look forward to seeing you Saturday around noon.]

Saturday Noon

Burdick Residence

“Looks like we’re right on time,” Harm said as they pulled into the drive and saw Sandra and Ken Burdick and Maxine come out to welcome them.

Mac and Mattie joined Harm at the front of the car to walk toward their hosts. Introductions made, Maxine invited Mattie for a tour of the grounds.

“Mommy said you were adopted,” Maxine started right in for a conversation opener.

“Yes I am.”

“Ken wants to adopt me...but I have a Daddy.”

“I do too...but he couldn’t take care of me anymore. I still write to him every week and he writes to me too. Sometimes he even calls me.”

“So you have two dads?”

“Yes.”

“What about Moms?”

“Just one. My real Mom died when I was twelve.”

“I have me real mom. She and my Dad never got married. He had another family. He’s coming today and I get to meet them for the first time.”

“Are you nervous?”

“No....Yes, a little.”

“What do you know about your sisters?”

“Just that one is sixteen and the other one is thirteen. How old are you?”

“I’m seventeen.”

“I bet you and my oldest sister will get along good.”

“Just because two people are about the same age doesn’t mean they’ll be friends.”

“I know.”

“Your room is great,” Mattie told the younger girl as she was shown around.

“Yeah. Let’s go out back with the others.” Maxine led them through the house and into a game room that had a sliding patio door to the deck.

Mattie could see Harm and Mac. As usual he had his arm around his wife. Mattie smiled. He was so happy now. He never seemed sad or acted like his last friend had kicked him. He still played guitar, but seldom hours of lonely sounding blues. He still played blues, but he played other stuff too. Sometimes Mac would sing along. She had a great voice and when they sang together they reminded Mattie of the hot country music couple that had so many hits. It wasn’t that they sounded or looked like them, but it was the passion you could hear in their voices for each other. Mattie had tried to convince Harm to put one of his guitars into the car just in case. He wouldn’t do it so she had gotten Mac to help her get his acoustic guitar in the back without him knowing it.

The Burdick’s had a mutt they had gotten from the dog pound three years previously. It looked like a mixed breed yellow lab with spots. They had named her Daisy and Maxine and Mattie were enjoying throwing the ball for her to chase and retrieve for them.

Mac and Harm exchanged smiled when they heard Mattie’s laughter mingling with Maxine’s.

Mary-Beth and Caitlin arrived with their father shortly after the rest of them had eaten. Sandy, as she asked them to call her, had explained that they weren’t going to be able to get away and join them until later.

Mac had been pleased to find the atmosphere relaxed. The two couples filled any breaks in the conversation with observations about the two girls, so very different in age, but having no problem communicating.

“Maxine seems mature for her age,” Mac told Sandy and Ken.

“In some ways, she is. Yet at times she is very immature. I think a lot depends on whether or not we’ve discussed it and given her tools for each encounter. We told her that Ken wants to adopt her, and she’s unsure how that would be now that she knows her biological father. I mentioned to her that Mattie was adopted. I’m sure she is pumping her for her opinion.”

“Mattie has a unique situation as well. I’m sure she would be willing to share her experience with the concept with Maxine,” Mac assured the younger woman.

“Are you planning to have other children Mac?”

“We’d like to have children, but we haven’t been married that long yet, so I guess time will tell. What about you?”

“No. Ken and I won’t be having more children, that’s why he wants to adopt Maxine.”

“Would you shut out her biological father?” Mac asked confused as Harm and Ken continued their horseshoe game.

“No...I think not.”

“I think your chances are better if you take the stance you want her to feel the security of a two parent home, but are willing to allow the biological parent visitations at least. Once she’s eighteen you could lose her otherwise.”

“I see your point. Here’s Max and his girls now...Mary-beth...Caitlin...” tears sprang to Sandy’s eyes as she saw the two girls that had idolized her for the first time in almost nine years. Her arms opened, and they ran to her as if it had been yesterday. Now taller and nearly grown-up they had been looking forward to seeing their former mentor and reacted as they had years ago, hugging the woman.

Mac shook Max’s hand in greeting. Sandra had prepared him for their presence. Harm and Ken came toward him and shook hands as well. He looked up in time to see Maxi running toward him with a teenager walking more slowly behind.

Introductions were made and the four young people went off together to talk.

“Thank you Max. I know this wasn’t easy for your wife.”

“You’re right. It wasn’t. I tried to convince her to come too, but she refused.”

“What did the girls say when you told them?”

“I think they liked the idea. Mattie looks to be about Caitlin’s age, sixteen.”

“Mattie turned seventeen last fall,” Harm told him.

“You two really did understand what we went through back then didn’t you?” Max asked Harm and Mac.

“I’m not sure I know what you mean,” Harm frowned.

“I mean no disrespect, but you worked together back then and now you’re married. I assumed you had to hide your relationship as well.”

“Back then we didn’t have anything more then a friendship. We were partners and had been told not to get too close. We listened.”

“Unlike us.”

“Unlike you.”

The conversation became somewhat stilted at that point, and nothing seemed to ease the tension.

“Harm, I think we should be going. I think I saw Mattie limping a little.” Mac knew that if an excuse was needed to call an end to an otherwise fun day, Mattie’s help would not create questions.

“I agree. Mattie, we’re going now,” called Harm.

Mattie waved back and hugged Maxine before waving to the others and returning to Harm and Mac’s side.

Once in the car, Mac turned to Mattie. “How were things going with the girls?”

“Ok. Caitlin goes to school with me and we have one class together.”

“That’s great.”

“She’s really smart and wants to be a pilot. I told her she should look into Anapolis, Dad.”

“And you think I might be able to get to know her and write a letter on her behalf?” Harm asked with a grin as he drove them back toward their place.

“Yeah.”

“Mattie, do you still want to go to Anapolis?”

“Yes...but I don’t know that I can pass the physical.”

“You’ve got over a year until then. You’re talking college level courses. Don’t give up that dream yet, Mattie.”

“Okay. But will you think about writing a letter for Caitlin?”

“I’ll think about it, but no promises.”

“Agreed. Maxine asked me about being adopted.”

“And?” prodded Harm.

“Looking for compliments?” Mattie shot him a sassy grin and then added, “I told her that it works for me.”

“You looked like you were enjoying playing with Daisy.” Mac had watched them and her mind had drifted to Jingo. He had died of old age and had been buried on a farm in Vermont thanks to Chloe and her grandmother.

“That dog is one high energy pooch. I’d love a dog that followed us around and maybe wanted to play for ten or fifteen minutes at a time,” Mattie admitted.

“You ever have a dog?” Mac asked her.

“No. Have you?”

“Yeah. I’ve had two dogs. When I was a kid there was this big old dog named Ruggles. I loved that dog so much and he just disappeared. I never found out what happened to him until about six years ago.”

“You never told me about that Mac,” Harm spoke softly, proud of the way Mac easily opened up to Mattie about her own childhood.

“A few years ago, when my father died, my mother showed up. She told me then what happened to him. When my mother left, he followed her. She took him on the bus and then somewhere she went off and left him. I not only lost my mother that day but my dog.”

“Oh Mac,” Harm reached his hand over to cover hers on her lap. He knew for that split second she was again the lonely little girl needing to be loved.

“Anyway, about a year after that I had a case where the drug dog was too old to perform anymore and when I proved it to save my client, the poor dog was sent to the pound to be put down if a home couldn’t be found. I went and got him and brought him home. His name was Jingo. After awhile I realized that he couldn’t stay home alone all day and it was a problem when I got sent TAD so I asked Chloe to take him for me. He loved being on the farm in northen Vermont. His last years were good ones.”

“When did he die?” Harm asked realizing that there was a lot he had missed in her life when he returned to flying for those six months.

“About three years ago. Chloe called me and we cried together over the phone...it was after I got back from seeing Lilianna.”

“I wish you had let me know Mac.”

“I know. Harm, where are you going?” Mac asked realizing he hadn’t taken the turn through Miramar that she thought he would take.

“So, would you like to get a dog now?” Harm asked.

“Are you serious?” Mac and Mattie asked in choral response.

“Yes.”

“It would be nice,” Mac slowly admitted turning to look at Mattie. “What do you think?”

“I like the idea.”

“Great. I happen to know there is an animal shelter not far from my mother’s gallery in LaJolla and we’re about fifteen minutes from there. I thought we could check and at least get our names on the list.”

“Oh Harm, are you sure?”

“Yeah...I’ve always wanted another dog too.”

“Tell us about your dog,” Mattie asked, her eyes shining.

“It was a Jack Russell Terrier named Kip,” Mac said for him.

“You remember me telling you that?”

“Yeah, it was after your ‘vette was stolen and they found the body.”

“Frank and my mother got another dog after that but it was never my dog.”

“So what kind are we going to look for?” Mattie asked.

“I’m not sure it matters. I think it needs to be a dog we all connect to, don’t you?” asked Mac.

“I think Mac’s right.”

“Please promise me it won’t be something big and slobbery...like a Saint Bernard or something,” Mattie grimaced. “A girl I went to school had one and it drooled all the time. It was really gross.”

Harm and Mac laughed, their hands joined, silently communicating that this was a family moment to treasure.

PART 5

LaJolla Animal Shelter

They had to fill out all kinds of forms and pay a $75 fee that would be returned if they were not approved to adopt a dog from the shelter. They were sent to a viewing room and waited for someone to come and talk to them. They could hear all kinds of dogs barking in the background but one had a distinctive sound. It wasn’t a constant bark, but intermittent, as if it was calling out and then waiting for the right response in return. Finally they were joined by an animal adoption consultant.

“Hi, I’m Marie and I’m please to tell you that you’ve been initially approved for pet adoption. I looked over the papers and see that you didn’t have any particular type of dog in mind.”

“That’s right. We thought we’d know the right dog when we heard it or saw it,” Harm informed Marie.

“Yes, and that’s probably a good way to go in to this. Now it did say that there are some features you want or don’t want in your dog...no droolers, good with kids...a couch potato...smart...loyal...you know I think I have two dogs that you’d like to meet.”

“Really?” Mattie’s eyes lit up. “What kind are they?”

“One is pure mutt, but we know that one parent was a boxer. The other one is a boxer.”

“A boxer, huh?” Harm thought. I knew someone that had a boxer. It was a great pet.”

“Let me go get Katie and Bruiser so you can meet them...oh and you will be free to change their names if you want to,” Marie told them.

Marie came back with Bruiser first. He was a handsome brindle boxer and he took to Mac and Mattie right away, but shied away from Harm each time he tried to pet the dog.

“What’s Bruisers story?” Harm asked at last suspecting the dog had been abused.

“His owner beat him, but we thought we had him socialized and ready to go...you know, his owner was a bug man, like you....and we’ve only had men less then six feet tall here working with him...I think we’ve got some work to do with him still. I’m sorry, but we wouldn’t be able to release Bruiser to you. Let me go get Katie.”

Harm could see that Mac and Mattie had fallen for Bruiser already. He felt bad that he was the cause of their disappointment. He hoped that Katie would fit the bill.

It was then that Mattie’s face lit up. “I think Katie is the one that’s been talking to us...listen!”

They did and sure enough that questioning ‘woof’ and the wait followed by another ‘woof’ was coming their way. About then, a ginger colored mutt with a long tail with a white tip on the end and soft silky floppy ears appeared. Katie stopped and looked at each of them as they knelt down to her level each holding out a hand. Katie sniffed each one and then her tail starting wagging so hard and fast she almost knocked herself over. The three Rabbs laughed in delight at her antics. She sat on Marie’s command and then proceeded to lift one paw and then the other, lowered herself to the floor, attempted to roll over, and then sat up again and reached her paw out to Harm’s knee.

“What’s Katie’s story?” Harm asked again.

“She was abandoned basically. Never abused, but left for fourteen and sixteen hour stretched tied on a porch with no water or food. We could reach the owner for the follow up and so we went and got her and brought her back here. She wants people around that will love her...and you want loyal, she’ll give it to you.”

“She is cute,” Mac offered.

“I love the black face and the white chest and tail markings,” Mattie added.

“She’s smart,” Harm added.

“Would you like to take her out on the leash in the back yard?”

“Yes!” Mattie reached for the leash immediately.

Once outside, they took turns working with her. She was eager to please all of them, and quick to understand what they wanted from her. Once she tried to jump up on Mattie and Harm tugged her leash and said “No! Stay down,” in a stern voice. Instead of cowering from him, she leaned up against his legs as if to say, “I’m sorry. How do I make it up to you?”

Fifteen minutes later, the Rabb’s left the shelter with Ginger, a.k.a. Katie, and headed for the pet store. They had been advised to put her in a crate when she was going to be home alone so that she felt secure. At the pet store they purchased the kennel, a new collar, dishes, food, treats and an assortment of toys and chew things, and two different types of leashes, one six foot leash and one thirty foot retractable leash for letting her run in the park.

Ginger sat on the seat next to Mattie and rested her head on Mattie’s shoulder as they headed home. Mac had been the one to suggest changing the dog’s name in case one of several Kate’s they knew should stop by. Her coloring, a golden orange color, led them to come up with Ginger. Mattie had clinched it when she said it would be perfect for their sweet dog.

It wasn’t long before each member of the family had their routine established with the newest member of the family. Mattie took Ginger for a walk every day when she got home from school. It was part of her therapy. The dog would follow her and watch her every move often sleeping at her feet when she sat at the computer to work. When Harm ran, morning or evening in the park he would take Ginger on the retractable leash. She loved the two mile runs at the park, but tired quickly after that so he didn’t take her on longer runs which he usually fit in on the weekends.

Ginger would follow Mac around the house and head for the car if she saw Mac pick up her keys. Mac would let her go is she was picking up Harm or Mattie, but not if she was going to be left alone in the car. In the evenings if they sat together in the living room, Ginger was with them. She loved to rest her head on anyone’s lap and would squeeze herself in between people to get her loving from each one of them before she was done. Not one of the Rabb’s could refuse her space with them on the furniture. When Mattie went to bed, so did Ginger. Exhausted the dog slept through the night and often had to be prodded out of bed in the morning. It didn’t take long for Ginger to be such an important part of their lives, that they couldn’t image life without her.

EARLY MARCH

JFLS Office

San Diego

Mac reviewed the documents that had just arrived on her desk. They had been prepared by the NAVSAFCENT and signed by her husband. This was the first time that work he had done had found its way to her desk since they had left Washington DC together almost a year ago. She flipped open the report and began to read. His familiar style jumped out at her and she couldn’t keep a smile off her face. She was so proud of her husband. He would always give the credit to his team, but she knew better then anyone that while he would accept the responsibility when things went wrong, the whole team would get the credit when things went right. This report was a prime example.

As a result of the report she now held in her hands, new procedures had been put in place. All command posts on an air boat must wear miked helmets. The hand signals were being reviewed and Mac’s team must review the new procedures so that when they were in the field, they would know what to look for and how it would play out. She was bringing her teams in one at a time for more drills and to go out on air boats to observe the procedures first hand.

With everything in place, Mac prepared to close up her office for the day. She would make a training observation and then go home so she could join Harm and Ginger on the two mile run they indulged in every evening. Harm liked getting home in time to do his run before dinner. It gave him a chance to unwind from the day before he settled into family life.

Family...the thought made Mac smile. Last weekend Trish and Frank had come over for dinner. The week before that Mattie had gone to spend the night with Caitlin. The two girls were becoming friends and Mac and Harm had encouraged Mattie to go. With a night alone in the house, Mac had convinced Harm to be wild and daring. Not even Ginger, the family dog cared as she slept by herself on Mattie’s bed, waiting for her to return.

Mac had snuck up on Harm in the kitchen and gotten things started there. Enjoying being wickedly naughty, she had stripped in front of Harm doing a little dance that had him hard and hungry for her. From there she had led him to the living room and jumped his bones on the couch. Exhausted they had made their way to the bedroom with a stop in the utility room on the way. Harm had lifted Mac to the laundry counter and proceeded to kiss every inch of her naked body, turning her so that he could kiss her heated moistness between her legs. Her whimpers drove him wild, and he had pulled her toward him, wrapping her legs around his waist as he entered her then set a driving rhythm of unleashed passion that left them both weak and sated.

Arm in arm they had finally made it to the bedroom where they had continued to make love until dawn. They had both been sore the next morning from their bedroom gymnastics around their home.

Now, Mac thought about it and had hoped that the fact that she was a few days late for her period was a good sign. She hadn’t said anything to Harm yet, and she was hoping that this weekend she would be able to use a home pregnancy test. Not wanting to get her hopes to high, she tried to push it out of her mind and get focused on the training for her team.

1715 Local

Rabb Residence

Mattie and Ginger met Mac at the door when she did make it home. “You’re early.”

“Yeah, I was hoping to run with Harm this afternoon. Doesn’t look like he’s taken off yet, Huh Ginger?” Mac patted the dog as she walked by.

“Not yet. He went in to change though.”

“I thought we’d order a pizza for supper tonight, what do you think?” Mac asked Mattie.

Wrinkling her nose Mattie explained, “We had pizza for lunch at school today. Can we order from Rice King instead?”

“I guess. I’ll see what Harm wants to do.” Mac headed for the bedroom.

“Harm?”

“Hey Mac, you’re home early.”

“Yeah, I felt like going running with you and Ginger if you don’t mind.”

“Don’t mind at all,” Harm said walking closer to give her a hug. “Did I ever tell you why I use to let you get ahead of me?”

“No.”

“The view.”

“The view?”

“Yeah...I love watching your legs...uuooff.”

“Watch it sailor, I could hurt you.” Mac tried to glare at her husband even though he was holding her close in his arms.

“Don’t do that, Mac, please.”

“Well seeing as you seem to show some remorse, I guess I’ll settle for letting you run in front of me today...providing your planning on wearing those shorts you’re wearing,” Mac teased as she slid her hands into the back pockets of the cut off jeans he was wearing.

“I was...and you’re going to follow me?”

“That’s right...”

“And why is that?”

“Because I happen to like to see your legs and six as much as you like mine...only this time I insist you go first.” Mac kissed his chin.

“We keep doing this and I won’t be running anywhere.”

Mac eased out of his arms so she could change. “Harm, I was thinking of ordering pizza for supper tonight, but Mattie had pizza for lunch and suggested the Rice King. What would you prefer?”

“I’ll go with pizza with you. Why doesn’t Mattie place an order at the Rice King for herself?”

“Because I thought we should all have the same thing for dinner I guess...like a family.”

“I know...but once in awhile being independent won’t hurt....we’ll still be eating together.”

“Okay...point taken. Would you let Mattie know what we decided while I use the head?” Mac asked.

“Sure. Ginger and I’ll be waiting for you.”

One Hour Later

Harm and Mac had laughed like a couple of kids as they ran the trail from their backyard to the Sierra Mesa Park and picked up the recreation trails there. Ginger ran ahead of them on her retractable leash which Harm had threaded his belt through to leave his hands free. Ginger would stop periodically to make sure they were still behind her then run on ahead on the trail. Her nose at work all the time sniffing out anything and everything along the trail.

“Harm, I’ve got to slow down, I’m getting a hitch in my side,” Mac puffed as she held her side.

“You okay,” Harm asked as they slowed to a light jog.

“Yeah, I think it was because I was laughing at Ginger so much while we ran.”

“Couldn’t be the Marine is getting soft, could it?”

“Bite your tongue Captain, or you’ll be praying for soft.”

“Oh yeah?” Harm challenged with a grin.

“Yeah...okay, it’s gone. We can pick it up again if you want.”

“No, we’re almost back to the trail to the house...why don’t we cool off and walk it in?”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, we actually went a little more then the usual two miles today and Ginger’s getting kind of tired.”

They walked on back to the house with Ginger walking between them instead of leading the way. Mac excused herself to use the bathroom and change her clothes while Harm offered to call in their order. Mattie called her order in as well. Ginger sprawled on the floor in the entry way so she could watch them, and promptly fell asleep.

Harm went in to grab a quick shower and change before the pizza came. He heard a noise from the bathroom and thought Mac was singing in the shower. But when he heard the sound again it was the unmistakable sound of sobbing. Mac was crying!

“Mac? Mac are you alright?” Harm called but she wouldn’t answer, so he knocked and opened the door. “Mac, what’s wrong?” At the same time he spotted the bloody undies soaking in the sink.

“Mac?” he stepped into the shower with her. “Talk to me.”

“I was late...I thought maybe...just maybe we had our miracle...but while we were running I started...” her tears broke his heart and he held her wet body close to his still clothed one.

“Oh Mac, I know this is something we want, but I don’t want you tormenting yourself every month when it doesn’t happen.”

“I know...and I haven’t...its just that I was late and today I let myself really hope for the first time...”

Harm held her and let her cry as the shower water went from hot to cool. Shutting it off, he eased her from his arms and wrapped her in a fluffy towel. “Go dry off while I ditch these wet clothes.”

“Okay.”

Listening to her sniffles while she took care of the stained garments in the sink and dressed. Harm washed with a wash cloth and then pulled on a dry pair of cut off sweat pants and a t-shirt. Barefoot they sat on the bed and talked a bit longer.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Harm I’m sorry about the melt down.”

“Don’t apologize Mac. You told me once it was a sign of weakness.”

“I was wrong. You know over the years you were so quick to apologize to me about things...and I think I must have thrown it back in your face almost every time.”

“That doesn’t matter anymore Mac.”

“Yes it does. Maybe I’m being punished for all the stupid and mean things I did to you over the years.”

“Mac, please. You aren’t stupid or mean.”

“I was to you sometimes. I guess I thought it would make it easier to handle my feelings for you if I just stayed mad at you.”

“Mac, it would have been easier if you could have just told me what you were feeling or if I had told you sooner...but we can’t rewrite history...and I’m not sure I would want to. It could have been worse.”

“How?”

“Well, one of us could have died or not been given that one more chance to make it right between us.”

From the other room they heard Mattie call to them, “Food’s here!”

“Thanks Mattie. Be right there. Mac, are you okay now?”

“Yeah. Go pay for the food and I’ll be right out...and Harm...let’s not say anything to Mattie about this.”

“You got it.”

Mac realized as she marked on her calendar that she hadn’t been late at all. She had forgotten that February was a short month and that the dates would be off this month. Somehow she only felt more foolish when she realized that she had miscalculated.

PART 6

Four Weeks Later

LaJolla Marina

“Here comes my family,” Trish greeted them when they arrived to join Frank and her for lunch. “Mattie, you’re moving well.”

“She is,” agreed Harm. The doctor told her yesterday she can start using her cane at school instead of the chair.”

“But Mattie, you haven’t used the chair at home for months.”

“Doctor VanAmsdel wanted to make sure she didn’t over do anything when she first returned to school. She’s keeping up and so after listening to her complaints he’s agreed to let her try it.

“He liked the fact that I’ve been taking the dog for walks and he said my back muscles have gotten a lot stronger.” Mattie grinned at her adopted grandmother.

“We’re very proud of our girl.” Mac added as she bestowed a smile on the teenager.

“Yes we are,” seconded Harm.

“Any boyfriends, Mattie?” asked Trish with a glance at Harm.

“Not yet...I tend to hang with a group of friends...both girls and guys.”

“Which is a good plan,” agreed Harm.

“So do you friends give you any grief about having such an over protective father?” Trish asked, ribbing her son a little more.

“Actually, they think I’ve got a cool Mom and Dad. They came over for a cookout last weekend and Dad even got out his guitar and did a sing a long for us.”

“He did?...I haven’t heard you play the guitar in years, Harm.” Trish drilled him with a look. “When did you start playing again?”

“I never stopped. I just chose who and where I played,” Harm said correcting his mother.

Mac, sensing the tension between mother and son, searched for a way to distract them before the outing blew up in their faces.

“We got an email from Sergei last week. He sent his love to you and Frank for making him feel welcome when they came to visit before Christmas.”

“Galena is a lovely girl. She and Sergei are very happy about the pregnancy as well.” Trish smiled patting Mac’s hand.

Sergei and Galena had paid a short visit to San Diego two weeks before Christmas to see Harm and his family and to meet his father’s first wife. Instead of dreading the meeting, Trish had welcomed it and when Sergei had left, she saw a piece of her first husband in him as well. Harm had been right when he said the kid had the Rabb smile. He also carried the quiet confidence and need to protect that the other Rabb men had in spades. Mattie and Galena had formed a friendship quickly, and while Mattie helped Galena with English, Mattie learned to speak Russian. Mac had been able to communicate with Galena easily and the three of them enjoyed a bi-lingual shopping trip to finish buying Christmas gifts together. Everything they said was repeated in both languages. Mac had been impressed with how quickly Mattie had picked up on the difficult language.

“What about you two?” Trish asked indicating Harm and Mac. “Any new additions in the near future?”

“Not yet, Mom. Give us time.” Harm gently scolded his mother as he reached for Mac’s hand under the table giving it a reassuring squeeze. “We are working on it.”

“Trish, give them some privacy on this,” Frank pleaded, when he saw Mac’s face pale slightly and Harm’s protective attitude toward his wife.

Frank loved Trish to distraction, and thanked his luck for having a chance to have her in his life, but he also knew she could be a real bull-dog about certain things. It had led to some serious conflicts over the years between Harm and his mother. Still after they had time to cool off, they always found a way to reconnect. Over the years they had forged a strong bond and it would take more then hot tempers to shake that connection loose. Yet Mac and Mattie seemed fragile at times when Trish and Harm had a ‘power of wills’ struggle. Frank felt that he needed to step in for them, until they had learned how those two worked.

“So Mattie, tell me about some of these friends of yours,” Frank had suggested, once again giving everyone else time to compost themselves. It wasn’t long before they were all talking about the latest exploits with Ginger, their dog and enjoying lunch as they did so. They were relaxing over coffee when Harm’s beeper went off. It was his weekend on call.

“Excuse me. I’ll be just a minute.” Harm walked over to the end of the pier and called the dispatch office.

“Captain Rabb. You have a message for me?”

[Yes sir. A call came in from Fallon. They said they will only except you and your team on this investigation due to the classified nature of the equipment.]

“Classified...where did the call originate, Chief?”

[Washington DC, Captain.]

“Injuries?”

[Not disclosed sir.]

“Patch me through to Major Unger.”

“Major, its Captain Rabb. Look our team’s being called to Fallon. Have them ready the plane for this trip. I’ll meet you at base in...” Harm looked at his watch, “forty minutes.”

[Aye, aye sir.]

“And I want Galindez helping on this one. Graves won’t be happy but I want her to stay back and do research if we need it.”

[I’ll let her know sir.]

Harm signed as he hung up the cell. This sounded like one of those calls that got worse with each piece of information you uncovered. Returning to his family he kissed his mother’s cheek.

“I’ve got to run. Frank, can you give Mac and Mattie a lift home for me?”

“No problem son. You be careful.”

“I try Frank. Mattie, you got a hug for me before I leave?”

“Of course...reduce altitude, Dad.” Mattie grinned as she buzzed his cheek with a kiss and hugged him close. She knew he would be back, but she hated when he had to be gone. At least now she had Mac and she wasn’t alone when he left.

“Mac, walk me out?” Harm asked softly holding out his hand.

With there arms around each others waists, they headed for the parking lot. “You going to be okay Mac?”

“Of course...”

“I know you’re a Marine...let me rephrase counselor...Will you be okay Sarah?”

“You would do that to me,” Mac complained as tears sprang to her eyes. “I never should have told you that you made me feel all feminine and girly when you called me Sarah and like a best friend and biddy when you called me Mac.”

“I know. But sometimes I like knowing you need me as much as I need you.”

‘I do. I need you to come home, so no playing hero...and if you have to do a reenactment, I don’t want to hear about it.”

Harm stopped and pulled her into his arms for a kiss. “I’ll call when I can. We have to go to Fallon in Nevada...classified beyond that.”

“You should take Gunny.”

“I am. I’m leaving Graves behind on this one.”

“Be careful, please.”

“I will. I love you Mac,” Harm kissed her again and slid into the SUV.

“I love you too...so does Mattie. Now go.”

Mac stood in the parking lot and watched her husband drive away. She had an eery feeling about this call.

NavSafCent

Miramar

“We loaded and ready to go?” Harm asked as he jumped out of the car still in his civilian clothes and grabbed his bag in the back.

“Almost Captain,” responded Victor Galindez, pleased to be joining the action.

“Perfect. I’m going to go change into my uniform and then we’ll be on our way.”

Ten minutes later the four men were taxiing onto the run way waiting for clearance to take off. The flight plans had been submitted and they were flying a direct route to Fallon Air Base in northern Nevada. They were told that someone would meet them when they landed and fill them in on the pertinent information.

As he had expected, Lt. Graves was not happy about being left behind until Commander Kingston reminded her of the importance of having a person with clearance available to receive and analyze data and that role was as critical to the team as the ones sweating it out in the field.

Fallon Air Base

Nevada

Harm and his team stepped off the Viking and onto the tarmac at Fallon. The winter chill was still in the air, even though it was a beautiful mid-march day. A large man swaggered toward them and Harm stilled as he watched him draw closer. It couldn’t be, could it? But as they closed the distance between them, and Harm zipped his leather flight jacket, he knew that it was the one and only Jack Keeter coming his way.

“Commander Keeter, let me introduce you to my team. Major Mark Under, Commander Jesse Kingston, and Master Gunnery Sargent Victor Galindez.”

“Captain Rabb...they actually gave you a command?” Keeter asked ignoring Harm’s outstretched hand. The men watched, Gunny being the only one that had a clue what was going on. “I suppose you expect me to salute you?”

“Not unless its warranted Jack.”

The tension filled the air and then Commander Jack Keeter snapped off the perfect salute. Captain Rabb saluted back and then the two broke and gave each other a back slapping hug, while the tension dissipated and the men watching chuckled.

“You involved in this Keeter?”

“I am. Come on in my office Captain and I’ll give you and the men the skinny of this investigation.”

Once seated in Keeter’s office with a cup of coffee to warm their hands and innards, Jack brought them up to speed.

“We’ve been testing various aircraft for stealth capabilities. Harm I know you’ve had first hand experience with a couple of those babies.” At Harm’s nod of agreement Keeter continued. I had two men go out in a Viking, a lot like the one you flew in on, only it had been treated with a coating that was to make it stealth capable for surveillance.”

“What happened?”

“We lost them. We got a transmission that everything was going well, and then nothing. If they went down, there was a switch they could flip to send out GPS coordinates and allow us to ride to the rescue. I’ve had men flying in the area we thought they went down looking for visual contact, but nothing. There is the possiblity that one of the men wasn’t who he seemed, yet we couldn’t find anything to substantiate our theories.”

“Jack this sounds like more of a search and rescue mission, or an NCIS terrorist investigation. Why call us?” Harm asked his old Annapolis roommate.

“Because I know your work Harm. I know you know aircraft and I know you are as capable on the ground as any Marine, well accept for maybe one,” Keeter grinned.

“And if you are referring to my wife, Keeter, you best be careful,” Harm warned.

“I heard. Sorry I couldn’t make it to the wedding. You do realize that leaves only Turner and me that haven’t fallen.”

“Sorry, Keeter, it leaves you. Turner’s getting married in June to a classy lady singer.”

“Oh well, then I guess I’ll have to work extra hard to keep up our squad’s reputation as the lady killers,” Jack laughed before returning to the more serious matter in front of them. “Look, I asked for you and Washington jumped on it because of the ties to Homeland security. They had indicated that what ever we need, we’ve got, but they want that plane found and the people involved.”

“Get out the charts and maps. Let’s start there,” Harm instructed.

Twenty minutes later they were in field gear and loading up in the helo Keeter had arranged for them to use. Unger would pilot the craft while Harm, Victor, and Jesse searched the ground. Mark would be busy flying and avoiding mountain peaks while the others searched the ground for signs.

Their last known location was near Mt. Tobin in the Pershing County region. It was rugged country but with the known rivers and streams in the area, they would have access to water if they were alive. If they had crashed, getting to safety and getting help would be nearly impossible. The chances of a good outcome were negligible and they all knew it. Harm took a second to call Mac before they left.

“Hey...just wanted you to know we made it here.”

[I’m glad you called. Can you tell me what’s going on?]

“Not really Mac...I can tell you this. We’re working with Keeter.”

[Our Keeter?]

“The very one. Look Mac, the teams waiting. I’m going to be in the field for a few days and I didn’t want you to worry when you don’t hear from me.”

[Okay. How can I get word to you if we need you?]

Harm gave her the number for Jack’s office. “Call Jack. If he can get a message to us he will. This is big Mac, and the reason they created this position.”

[Then go do what you do best. I love you.]

They searched the area for hours before something caught Gunny’s attention. “Captain...I think I see something down there on the edge of those trees.”

“Mark, can you set us down over there?”

“Sorry Captain... the winds are pretty strong. That valley seems to be channeling them. I can hold it up here if you want to use the ropes.”

“Guess we’ll have to. Let’s gear up men. Mark take it around again.”

This time when they were in position Mark was able to hover and give the three other men time to reach the ground. The three spread out and looking for evidence. They found tire tracks, foot prints and drag marks that someone had tried to cover. It was a belt buckle that had caught the sun that Gunny had spotted. The men hiked into the hills for almost two hours following what they thought had been tracks from a jeep.

It was the little piece of fiberglass that Harm picked up that gave them pause. Rethinking the new information led them to a new conclusion. The tracks were not made by a jeep, but by the missing aircraft. It was being pushed along the ground. Harm’s guess was the missing men were riding inside. He hoped they would be alive. Realizing it was almost dark, he signal for the team to rest and called into Keeter.

[What you got Harm?] Years of friendship and worry about the missing men, left the team dropping the formality of rank. NCIS had something when it came to rank in Keeter’s estimation.

“We’ve been following tracks we thought were a jeep. It seems we were wrong. It’s the plane.”

[Any sign of the men?]

“There were. We think they have the men still on the plane. We found a belt buckle with the name Hawkes on it. Talk to me Keeter.”

[It’s Skates.]

“You let me believe there were two men on that plane.”

[There were...and one woman.]

“I want it all...Now.” Harm’s voice was deadly quiet. From a short distance away Gunny and ‘King’ waited for the explosion. It didn’t come.

[Harm, You know damn well that Skates was a top notch RIO. She knows how to read the information coming in on the instruments and how to get the most out of her pilot. After her last tour on the Patrick Henry, she wanted a billet that would not have her at sea six months at a time. She wanted to spend more time with her husband and think about having a family.]

“Go on.” Harm knew this to be true from the visit Skates and her husband had paid shortly after he arrived in San Diego.

[Her flight experience with you gave her the edge over many of the others we looked at. She’s now stationed with us here at Fallon.]

“Her husband?”

[He’s still working in public relations but he’s working out of Fallon also. He’s in charge here at the base.]

“He knows?”

[He knows she’s missing yes. He knows you’re on the case too.]

“Look, if they are transporting the Viking by moving by hand here on the ground, they can’t be making great time. We should be able to catch up to them. They had about a four hour lead on us from the time they disappeared until we found signs of them. On foot, we should be catching up soon.”

[You’re going to lose time at night Harm.]

“We have to keep going. We’ll check in when we know more.”

[Harm!]

“What?”

[I’m sending the helo out for you. It gets damn cold out there at night.]

“You do that, but give us another couple of hours before you attempt to extract us.”

[Check in with your location in two hours and we’ll coordinate extraction.]

“Roger and out.” Harm closed his eyes and fought for composure. He had two hours to locate them or make a tough decision. He turned to watch Gunny and King waiting for him. “Let’s rock and roll...we’ve got two hours until they send the helo to extract us.”

“Captain, what if we don’t have them. The helo coming in to get us with alert them. They could move all night and we won’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell of finding them when we come back tomorrow.”

“I know that Gunny, but we didn’t come prepared with the kind of mountain equipment we need.”

“Why can’t they drop stuff in?” King asked.

“The helo will alert them either way and my guts tell me we’re getting close. Let’s move out using the night lenses...and stay alert. They know where they are and in all likelihood they know where we are too. They could be watching us as we speak, and I don’t want to walk into a trap,” Harm told the men. Harm also knew that Gunny had the most experience tracking at night and turned the lead over to the Marine.

“Gunny, take point on the tracking tonight. You’ve got the experience over us.”

“Aye, aye, Captain.”

Gunny waited sixty seconds for them to get their night goggles on, and then started out after the missing plane and the crew.

The two hours were almost up when Harm felt that he was being watched. Before he could turn to see who was there, he felt the barrel of a gun in his back. The heavily accented voice followed.

“Freeze! I have no problem killing any of you, so don’t be foolish. Identify yourselves and your business out here tonight.”

PART 7

“Captain Harmon Rabb, US Navy. These two men are part of my squad and we’re doing some training out here. We’re due to be extracted shortly.”

“And you are?” the man asked nodding to Gunny and King.

“Commander Jesse Kingston, US Navy.”

“Master Gunnery Sargent Victor Galindez, US Marine Corps.”

“Training mission, huh? I don’t believe you. You lie!” The irrate man waved his gun pointed from one to the other. “Move forward...single file.” Gunny went first, followed by King and then finally Harm, who towered above his captor. He knew that if he could signal Gunny and King to split off and run, then this guy would not be able to go after them all. He wouldn’t shoot a Captain right away either, because rank was consider to have bargaining power. If the other two could get away for extraction, then Harm would be able to still do what he had planned to do anyway - catch up to the missing plane and what he hoped for was the three hostages on board. If they weren’t out numbered; if they could over power their captors; if they could get the plane to a large enough clearing; then Harm might be able to fly them out of there. There were a lot of ifs, but he had to signal his men to start this now if they were to have a chance.

“Hey Gunny, this remind you of the days at JAG?” Harm called.

“Quiet!”

“Just wanted to help my men stay calm and relaxed,” Harm explained to the man holding his gun on his back.

“No tricks.”

“Thank you. Gunny, remember how I would do the opposite of what Mac wanted me to do?”

“Yeah...she’d want to go to Maryland and you’d head to Virginia.”

“Yeah, something like that. You ever had that problem King?” Ham asked.

“Yeah...seems like I have. Hasn’t any guy that’s been involved with a woman?” King offered.

Harm was pretty sure the men were reading him. He hoped so. He took a few more steps and then tripped up, going down on one knee, causing his captor to stumble over him.

“Sorry,” Harm immediately apologized to his captor. “I must have tripped on a root.”

While the man with the gun tried to untangle himself from Harm’s legs, and keep from falling himself, he wasn’t looking at Gunny and King who could see Harm mouth the word, “Now!” with their night vision goggles.

Quickly and quietly the two men drifted into the nearby undergrowth and froze waiting to see if the man would go after them, shoot Harm, or keep going with Harm now as his hostage.

“Where did they go!”

“Who?”

“Your men?”

“What the...” Harm began sounding angry to throw off his guard. “Those two no good, chicken-shits...this is exactly why we were out here. Get them to cope with the dark and the unknown. You want me to try calling those losers back?” Harm asked faking his disgust with his men.

“No...let them go. They will freeze tonight out here most likely. Keep going. Sounds like you may be as glad to get rid of them as my boss was one of his men. I think he will be glad to have a big, intelligent man like you replace the skinny little runt he had to shoot. Let’s go.”

In the underbrush, King and Gunny waited until they could no longer hear Harm talking. They found each other and King used his radio to contact base, hoping Harm had remembered to put his on silent.

“Base come in. They’ve got the Captain.”

[What did you say?]

“They’ve got Captain Rabb sir. He set it up so we could get away. He wants us extracted. He was going to stay out here tonight either way. Now we know he’ll be with them. We’ll have a better chance of finding them tomorrow.”

[Hell! I should of known would have to pull a fool stunt like this. Okay, men, give me the coordinates for extraction.]

Once Gunny had the coordinates he passed them on to King to radio in. They knew they would be picked up within half an hour, but both men watched the darkness and hoped the Captain would make it through. Neither one wanted to be the one to have to break the news to the Captain’s family if he didn’t make it out.

Harm chatted to his captor as they moved through the dark. He was sure the man would have at least threatened him a little more. He decided his acting skills were even better then he had hoped. Harm felt his radio vibrate against his thigh. He had remembered to flip it to silent. His radio vibrated each time there was a transmission even though he couldn’t hear it. It assured him that King and Gunny had gotten a hold of Keeter and were being extracted shortly.

As Harm walked along, he made sure to scuff his toe every few steps in an attempt to leave a trail that he knew Gunny would be able to follow.

Harm thought he heard a helo in the distance but couldn’t be sure. He did however see the outline of a plane ahead.

“Halt! Ahmad...I have their Captain...the others got away. Let us in,” called the man behind Harm.

“Sakki is that you?”

“Yes...I was right, we were being followed...but I’m not sure they knew it. They were on a training mission. The other two got scared and ran away. I kept the Captain with me. I thought you might find him useful.”

The one called Ahmad approached and looked Harm up and down. “You came willingly with Sakki?”

“I wasn’t happy about a gun being held on my back, but I came with him without fighting him,” Harm told their leader.

“Our pilot is dead. We have two others with us but they do not know how to fly the plane. We are trying to get it to a clearing where we can try and fly it out.”

“Did you crash?” asked Harm, again playing dumb.

“We were ah...forced to land.”

“Is there any damage to the plane?” Harm asked, knowing there was some and hoping it was minor.

“You know planes?”

“Yes sir...I use to be a pilot.”

“Let me show you.” Ahmad took over with Harm and signaled Sakki to watch the others.

Harm looked the plane over carefully under the light of Ahmad’s flashlight. He could see where one of the tie down bars had come loose and an area on the belly where brush had torn the outer layer of skin away. The under layer was still intact, and so the plane should be able to take off if they could get to a flat enough clearing.

“There is nothing significant,” Harm told Ahmad. “I think I can get it into the air if we have enough room.”

“There is a clearing about three miles from here. I saw it on the way in. That is where we are heading, but we need rest tonight. We have been pushing the plane by hand.”

“Do you have rope?”

“Yes. Why do you ask for rope?”

“I think if we tow it, you will find it easier then pushing. May I speak to the others so that I might assess the best configuration for arranging the harnesses.”

“Yes of course. You are being most helpful, Captain. Thank you.”

Harm nodded and returned to the plane. He entered first and when he saw Skates eyes light in recognition, he quickly shook his head no to stop her from letting on she knew him. She lowered her eyes immediately.

“I’m Captain Rabb. I’m going to try and help get this plane to a clearing so we might take off again tomorrow. You are?”

“Commander Hawkes, but they call me Skates. This is Lt. Gibson. Our pilot, Commander Husson, died.”

“I had heard. Well my men took off when Ahmad came along. When he told me of your plight, I thought I might be able to help. It’s late. You should get some sleep. We’ll be moving at first daylight.”

“Yes sir.”

Harm went outside again to speak to Sakki and Ahmad. Now that he thought he knew what he was dealing with, he needed to know their destination.

“I told them to get some sleep as we would be moving at first light. What is your destination once you’re back in the air?”

“We are heading to Las Vegas,” Ahmad informed Harm.

“Great place. How’s your fuel supply?”

“We have plenty. Captain, why don’t you go take a seat and gets some rest yourself. We will stand guard so that no one can get in...or out.”

“Very well. Goodnight, gentleman.” Harm slowly climbed the stairs into the Viking once again. He sat across the aisle from Skates so they could talk quietly. He needed to be sure she understood what he thought was happening.

“It’s good to see you sir. Its seems I’m in a mess once again.”

“No problem Skates. As problems go this one is turning into little more then an inconvenience...at least I hope so anyway. Tell me what happened in the air.”

“Commander Husson, Lt. Gibson and I have been working together on testing this Viking for about three weeks now. I was going to email you and let you know I had a new assignment, but just hadn’t had the chance. Anyway, we took off this morning as scheduled and just after our first radio check, Commander Husson, prepared to land the plane. I asked him what he was doing, and he said that would soon become apparent. He sat it down and then those two came running up to us and boarded the plane. Husson and Ahmad got into an argument. I think Husson was being held hostage by those two. Anyway, Ahmad didn’t like something Husson said and he shot him. It wasn’t until after Husson died, that Ahmad and Sakki discovered they had shot their only pilot.”

“Gibson?”

“I’m a scientist sir. I was here to evaluate the effectiveness of the painted on skin and to record temperatures and such.”

“Ever flown a Viking Skates?”

“Only once, sir. I probably could do it but wanted to keep that as a last resort move. I told him my job was data and radios. I helped plot out our route on the charts. He was going to radio for help, but I ah...disabled the radio sir.”

“Good move Skates. Hopefully they won’t discover my radio. I’m going to use the head and try to get a transmission out.”

“I’ll be ears and eyes sir.”

“Good job.” Harm praised them before heading to the small head at the back of the Viking. He found Commander Husson’s body in the storage compartment across from the head. He actually used the head in case he needed proof, before he flipped on the radio and tried to raise Keeter.

“Base do you copy?” Harm kept the volume low so he held the radio to his ear.

[Talk to us Harm.]

“Skates and Gibson are fine. Husson was killed. I’ve offered to help them fly out in the morning. There’s a clearing about three miles from here. They said they were going to Las Vegas.”

[Hoover Dam is more likely.]

“I thought so too. Should be safe for tonight. Stand by for first light motion.”

[Roger that. Someone will be by the radio all night.]

“Roger and out.” Harm disposed of the waste and exited the head. He resumed his seat across from Skates.

“All clear sir.”

Sunday at Dawn

Base at Fallon Naval Station

“Ready to go Felix?” Keeter asked Major Mark Unger, using his new nickname Jack had bestowed on the helo pilot.

“Ready sir.”

“King? Gunny?”

“Aye, aye sir. Let’s go get the Captain and the others.”

The men had experienced a short night but were pumped to get the mission over with and achieve a favorable outcome.

Same Time

Base of Mt. Tobin

Harm was using seat cushions as padding on the shoulder harnesses he had constructed from the rope on board the Viking. By tying the rope to the cross bars used for a secure tie down, Harm knew they were less likely to damage the Viking any further. He hoped Keeter had the team in place by now, but in case they weren’t in the right place at the right time, Harm knew his best shot was to fly the plane toward Las Vegas and then with Skates help fake engine problems or fuel shortage and set down on an air strip run by the military. The outcome wasn’t certain as yet.

Gibson and Harm took the first shot at towing the plane. Once they got it in motion, it moved quietly and easily. Harm thought at one point he heard a helo in the distance, but he didn’t hear it again. Skates and Sakki led the way, Ahmad following behind the plane.

It took longer then Harm had expected, to get to the clearing. They had walked through to other places that Harm would have considered using, but they had chalked them up as too small. So they moved on as the sun moved higher and higher in the sky.

At the edge of the clearing, when they finally got there, Skates was ordered to get into the plane. Sakki helped the men remove their harnesses and stowed the ropes. Harm noticed that Gibson was getting edgy, more so then he should be knowing what he knew...unless he was with them on this. Could that be that it was really the tech guy taking data that was their contact, not Husson? Harm got a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach and decided that getting into the air quickly might be the best option after all.

While Sakki and Gibson removed the body of Husson from the storage compartment, leaving him at the edge of the clearing, Ahmad gave Harm the clearance to start up the Viking. Skates read out instruments to Harm and they clicked as if they were still in an F-14 flying off a carrier.

When the other three men were strapped into their seats, Harm started to taxi the Viking across the bumpy terrain. They gathered speed and lifted off. Harm caught a glimpse of three men coming into view just as he lifted off and circled wide around the clearing, hoping the others wouldn’t see them there.

Harm leveled off and skates called out the settings for Las Vegas. He called to Ahmad next.

“Ahmad...I need to talk to you.”

“What is it Captain?”

“The flight path from here to Las Vegas crosses several military installations. I need to radio in and set a flight plan or we run the risk of being shot down.”

“Alright. Go ahead. You were wise to think of this and to check with me first, Captain Rabb.”

Harm keyed the mike and spoke calmly into it. “This is Captain Rabb on Viking Flight 234. We are on a bingo to Las Vegas. I have a couple or three high rollers on board. We request safe passage over military air space. Come back.”

[We read you loud and clear Captain. We will give you your coordinates for safe passage. Have a good day and good luck to your high rollers.]

“That’s a roger. Skates, enter those coordinates.”

“Yes sir.”

On the ground, Keeter, Gunny and Kingston looked up in despair as the Viking took off with Harm, Skates and Gibson.

“Damn it all! I knew that clearing was one only Harm would pick. This had to have been the one Ahmad selected.”

“Keeter, shouldn’t we get Major Unger here to pick us up...and the body of Husson.”

“Yes. Call him in Gunny.”

“Aye, aye sir.”

In less then ten minutes Major Unger had sat the helo down and they had loaded the body in. It had been Keeter that had intercepted the call from Harm on Unger’s radio. Now they had to get clearance in place for Harm, unload this body and find a way to rescue them all. The day wasn’t going to get any easier.

Rabb Residence

Sunday Morning

Mac stood by her window wondering what was happening with Harm. She knew he had arrived safely at Fallon, but last night she had one dream after another and in everyone of them Harm was in danger. She could picture Skates with him so she had chalked it up to having a flash back to the night he and Skates almost drowned when they had needed to eject from an F-14. Mac tried to convince herself he didn’t fly like that anymore. He was a good pilot and he was probably flying nothing more then a Viking or Piper. Still she couldn’t shake off the feeling that he was in trouble.

“Morning Mac,” Mattie said as she quietly joined Mac at the window. “Any word from Dad?”

“Not yet.”

“I had dreams last night...” Mattie trailed off and Mac opened her arms to the girl.

“I did too, Mattie,” Mac admitted. She had noticed that more and more Mattie referred to them as Mom and Dad although she seldom called them Mom and Dad face to face.

Mattie stepped into Mac’s arms and rested her head on her shoulder. “I just got a family. I can’t lose Dad...or you.”

“Ssshhh...You Dad is a winner. He knows what he’s doing and he keeps his head. We need to say a few prayers and believe we’ll hear from his soon.”

“Okay...Mom?”

Mac smiled and hugged Mattie closer. “Yes Mattie.”

“I love you and Dad, you know.”

“I know. How about we take Ginger out to the back yard to play while we wait to see if he calls?”

“Okay.”

1025 Local

Viking Aircraft

Somewhere in the Sky Over Nevada

Ahmad had monitored a number of radio calls between Rabb and various air traffic controllers. He had relaxed and sensed that Harm wasn’t going to do anything stupid, and in fact was taking precautions to make sure that they had a safe passage.

He heard make another radio transmission which sounded to him like the others, so he took off his headset and moved to the back of the aircraft to check their supplies and get things ready for the final phase of their mission. Once they made it past Las Vegas, he would hold the pilot at gun point, make him set the controls so the plane would crash into the Hoover Dam, kill the pilot and navigator, and then Gibson, Sakki, and he would parachute out to safety and watch the fireworks. Although the players had changed, the plan should still work. The two Americans on board, if they could even identify them would be blamed and accused of treason, leaving nothing for their families, not even a pleasant memory of their heroism. Yes, Ahmad was pleased. Gibson had infiltrated the Americans and earned a spot on this team with this plane, and now he would be rewarded by their country, as would he and Sakki. The Americans had no idea that meek and mild Lt. Gibson was none other than Ali Fahad, younger brother to the deadly but now dead, Sadik Fahad.

While Ahmad checked the equipment in the back, Harm continued his radio transmission.

“This is Captain Rabb on Viking Flight 234. We were told we have been granted safe passage over military air space.”

[Harm, you are coming up to Nellis Air Force Base. There is a place called Jackass Aeropark Airport in the middle of the base. Nothing military looking about the place. Try and set down there if you can.]

“Roger that. Anything else for me?”

[Your suspicions were correct. Not sure how we missed it before. It’s two against three up there Harm. Not very good odds.]

“I can handle it.”

[Air force is on alert and ready to assist. We’re not far behind you. Anyway you can circle a the airport a few times and give us a chance to land first?]

“Not sure. We can give it a try.”

[Roger that. Good luck Harm.]

“We’re going to need it.” Harm returned the mike and spoke to Skates through the headset when he realized that Ahmad was no longer wearing his. “Skates...we’ve got to simulate engine trouble so we can set down at Jackass Airport - not kidding on the name. New word on Gibson...can’t be trusted.”

“Copy that.”

“Show time,” Harm murmured into the headset as he eased the choke out just a bit, enough to cause the engine to sputter but not enough to be visible to the others.

It didn’t take long before the sputtering engine drew Ahmad’s attention.

“What is wrong?” he demanded as he joined Harm and Skates in the cockpit.

“Acts like there’s dirt in the fuel line.”

“Can you fix it?”

“There’s a few things we can try,” Harm told Ahmad.

“Tell me what.”

“I can circle a few times and see if that will dislodge it.”

“And if that doesn’t work?”

“I can try changing pitches.”

“What else?”

“I’ll have to land and get help pulling the fuel pump and cleaning the fuel line.”

“How long will that take?”

“An hour...maybe two.”

“You try those things Captain. You fix this plane.”

“Better strap yourself in Ahmad. I wouldn’t want you to get thrown around.” Harm winked at Skates as Ahmad took his seat and instructed the other two men to fasten their seat belts.

The engine sputtered while Harm circled and got in to position to land at the airport. He spotted the helo carrying Unger, Keeter, and Galindez and knew he needed to give them a little more time to get into position. Harm put the Viking through the motions of a few loops, even though it wasn’t designed to do those maneuvers. He didn’t completely make a loop, but he pulled up steeply and dropped the nose as quickly as he could - twice. The three men were disoriented enough that they couldn’t tell the difference.

Harm adjusted the choke a little more so that the engine almost cut out completely a couple of times. Then he pointed to the group as if he had spotted an airfield and was asking Skates to check it out. Ahmad saw her nod and then turn toward him giving him a thumbs up. He nodded assuming she was checking with him about landing. He looked out and saw a small airport and the sign on the water tower as they sputtered past it that read Jackass Aeropark Airport. A little place like this one would not have sophisticated equipment and their real mission should be safe. He was grateful to this American pilot for being so helpful and gullible that he almost wished he could spare his life, but no. Not even Ahmad could do that in this case. It was just too risky. The pilot would have to die.

PART 8

The plane touched down. Harm and Skates still were in communications with someone, but soon unstrapped and removed their headsets.

“Ahmad, I’ll go get the mechanic to give us a hand. I’ll need Skates and Lt. Gibson to help on this also. They only have one guy on duty today,”

“Very well. Sakki and I will stay here and rest while you make the repairs.”

Harm couldn’t believe their luck. While the three of them got off the plane, Harm headed toward the hangar. There were a few civilians milling around various aircraft until Harm got a little closer and spotted his team. Keeter, dressed like a mechanic, met him at the hangar door pushing a portable tool kit/ work bench ahead of him.

“Gibson is with Skates by the plane. Ahmad and Sakki are inside resting. I’m not sure what I did that gained their trust so completely, but they figure I’ll fix it and get us in the air in short order.”

“Guess you’ve got an honest face my friend. I don’t want to alert Gibson we’re on to him, so two of your men are moving in waiting for my signal.”

Skates, seeing the two men approach, turned enough to get Gibson to look her way and give the men time to board the plane and take out Sakki and Ahmad, while Harm and Keeter now approaching Gibson, from behind, were able to take him by surprise.

Despite the tension of the past twenty-four hours, the situation was under control and they were all safe quickly, quietly, and without further injury. On Keeter’s signal a military van pulled up and the three men were taken into custody to await federal prosecution.

Keeter joined Harm and Skates for the flight back to Fallon, while Harm’s men followed in the helicopter. They would return to Fallon, finish their investigation into how Gibson had infiltrated and who he actually was and then make recommendations to improve security so that something similar wouldn’t happen.

Harm’s team had agreed to push through and wrap things up Sunday night if possible so they could get home Monday. Harm however, needed to make a phone call as soon as he landed. Excusing himself from his team, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed home.

Sunday 1740 Local

Rabb Residence

San Diego

“I wish Dad would call,” Mattie said for about the sixth time in an hour.

“I know Mattie. I’m sure he will when he can.” Mac was picking up their ice cream dishes when the phone rang.

“Dad?” Mattie called into the phone as she answered it.

[If you mean me, yeah. How are you Mattie?]

“A lot better now you’ve called. Are you okay?” Mattie grilled him.

[I’m hot, tired, dirty, hungry, but nothing a shower, meal, change of clothes and a good nights sleep won’t fix. Why? You worried about me?]

“Yes.”

[Why Mattie?]

“Mom and I both had dreams...”

[I’m fine. Let me talk to...your mom.]

“Dad wants to talk to you,” Mattie said handing the phone to Mac.

“Harm?”

[Everything’s fine. I’ll tell you about it when I get home. Tell me about your dreams,] Harm suggested.

“No...they were foolish I guess.”

[You know they weren’t...but everything is fine now Mac...I promise.]

“When will you be home?”

[Tomorrow night I hope. When did the Mom and Dad thing start?]

“Today mostly...we’ve been worried.”

[I’m sorry. Look I’ve got to go, but I’ll leave my cell on, so you can call me if you need to.]

“Thanks Harm. I love you.”

[I love you both. Night.]

Monday 1420 Local

Fallon Air Station

Nevada

“Harm, there’s a call for you from a Lt. Graves.” Keeter called as Harm was almost to the Viking for the flight home.

“Don’t tell me...we’ve got another call?” Harm called back.

“Don’t know. She’s insisting that she talk to you.”

“Be right there.” Harm turned and tossed his things to Gunny. “Load it on for me would you? I’ll take the call from Graves and be right back.”

Harm ran back to the hangar and picked up the phone. “Rabb.”

[Captain Rabb, this is Lt. Graves. I know you’re loading up to head home, but there’s another mystery in China Lake. Can you land there and deal with it on your way back?]

“What’s team two doing?” Harm asked.

[Investigating a mishap at Twenty-nine Palms.]

“What happened?”

[Large gun mishap.]

“Any injuries?”

[Of course...but why? Was it sabotaged?]

“Graves,” warned Harm.

[Sorry sir.]

“Okay, we’ll check things out at China Lake. Call Colonel Rabb for me. Let her know that I’ll call her later and why I’m not going to be home tonight.”

[Yes sir.]

“Sorry team...we’re going to China Lake.”

1620 Local

China Lake Weapons Center

“Colonel Reese? Captain Harmon Rabb from the Naval Safety Center. I understand there’s been a mishap. Can you fill us in?”

“Glad to meet you Captain. We were running drills using some of the new anti-aircraft artillery on a couple of flight drones. We launch these shells with those new guns aiming at aircraft or in this case the drones.” Colonel Reese handed Harm a loaded shell, who in turn handed it to Commander Kingston and Master Gunny Galindez. “The first shots were good, but the more rounds we fired, the further off we were. The last one that was fired did this,” the colonel concluded pointing to the shredded metal barrel.

The blood stains on the ground around the gun were obvious.

“How bad were the injuries?” Harm asked.

“Two men. One had strips of hot metal imbedded in his face and across one eye,” Harm winced when he heard the description the Colonel provided. “The other had burns on his face and hands as well as cuts on his hands and arms.”

“Other witnesses?” Victor Galindez asked.

“Yes. We have them isolated writing their statements now inside that building over there.”

“Major, I want you and King to stay here and take measurements, get the pictures, look for evidence and then compare one of the other guns to what’s left of this one. Gunny and I will go interview the others and begin reviewing the statements. Colonel do you have a secure office space we can use?” Harm asked.

“Yes sir, right in that building we’re going to.”

“Perfect. Meet us there when you are done.”

“Aye, aye sir.”

“I understand you and your men were on your way home from another job when you got this call,” acknowledged the Colonel.

“Yes sir.”

“Then I’ll make arrangements for you to have a hot shower and a hot meal before you catch some sleep. I doubt you’ll be able to do much more today and you won’t be able to talk to the injured men until at least tomorrow.”

“Thank you Colonel.” Harm nodded as he and Gunny headed off to start interviewing the witnesses.

1700 Local

Rabb Residence

San Diego

“Mattie, have you thought about getting your driver’s license?”Mac asked as they indulged in fast food and ice cream for their dinner after heading that Harm wouldn’t be home tonight after all.

“Yes. I had my permit in Virginia and Dad - Tom - was going to let me take my driving test, but the crash happened first.”

“I just haven’t had the heart to ask Harm about driving out here. He worries about me all the time and the one time I tried to talk to him about flying again, I thought he was going to hyperventilate.” Mattie smiled knowing Mac understood what she was saying.

“How would like to surprise him?” Mac asked.

“Of course! What are you thinking?” Mattie grinned feeling like she and Mac were conspiring against the man in their lives.

“Tomorrow lets find out what you have to do to get your driver’s license out here. I’ll take you out to practice in my car...and when you’re ready, we’ll clue him in. What do you think?”

“I think he’ll freak...but I love it! Thanks Mac....you’re really going to let me drive your Corvette?” Mattie asked afraid to get her hopes up.

“If Harm lets you fly his plane, I guess I can let you drive my car. You won’t break it will you?” Mac teased.

“No! One major accident in my life is enough. I will be a very careful, very alert driver.”

“I’m sure you will Mattie.” Mac reached over to give Mattie a hug. She had to admit she could really understand the rewards in being around this girl. There were times having her around made her think about Chloe and how much she missed her. “Mattie, would you mind if I tried to call Chloe?”

“Chloe...she was your little sister, right?” Mattie had heard a little about her and had hoped to meet her when Harm and Mac had gotten married, but Chloe hadn’t been able to get away or something from what she could tell. She knew Mac had been disappointed, but nothing much had been said. “Go ahead.”

“Thanks...I didn’t want to upset you or anything,” Mac admitted.

“Why would it?”

“I didn’t know if it would...and I’m glad you’re okay with it.”

“Mac, how come Chloe didn’t come to your wedding?”

“Well, its kind of a long story...”

“I’ve got time.”

“Okay...You know that I was engaged to someone else for awhile and that we almost got married, right?” Mac asked her not sure how much Mattie had been told.

“Yeah....Harm said something about it once.”

“Well, Chloe use to tease me and tell people that I had a thing for Harm. She was right of course but I didn’t want people to know that so I use to try and shut her up or distract her. Anyway, she got it in her head, long before I figured it out, that Harm was in love with me too.”

“Sounds like a smart person.”

“Yes, well, she thought I was stupid to marry Mic and didn’t like him at all. Then after she spent some time with us, just before we were suppose to get married, she suddenly had this major change of heart. After we called the wedding off because Harm was missing and then later when he was found injured, I refused to reschedule right away, she was upset with me. I thought it was just because she hadn’t gotten to be in my wedding, but whenever I talked to her she blamed Harm. Somehow Mic had won her over and now Harm was the enemy.”

“Maybe she isn’t so smart,” Mattie muttered.

“Anyway, when I called her to ask her to come to the wedding, she said she couldn’t stand the thought that Harm would hurt me by not showing up, forgetting or something. I think she was also a little upset that there was another teenager in my life...you.”

“She’s jealous of me?”

“I think so...but I’m not sure. Anyway, I had hoped that the two of you would become friends, but with one thing and another we grew apart.”

“And you miss her?”

“I do. So many times I think how much fun it would be to have both of you around.”

“And she’s still mad at Harm or you?”

“Why don’t you call? I’m going to take Ginger for a walk so you can have some privacy.”

“You don’t mind?”

“Not a bit. Just patch it up with her and get her to come for a visit, okay?”

“I’ll do my best, Mattie,” promised Mac.

While Mattie and Ginger went for their walk, Mac dialed the number to reach Chloe in Vermont.

[Anderson Farm.]

“Martha, this is Sarah Mackenzie. How are you?”

[Oh Sarah, its good to hear your voice. How’s married life treating you?]

“Very nicely thank you. Is Chloe home?”

[She is. Let me see if I can get her.]

[Mac?]

“Hi Chloe! How are you?”

[I’m good...just getting over a cold, but I’m good. Where are you?]

“I’m home in San Diego. Mattie is walking Ginger and Harm’s on an assignment.”

[Duty always comes first with Harm doesn’t it?]

“Not like it use to Chloe. Are you still mad at us?”

[I wasn’t mad exactly Mac.]

“Talk to me then...tell me why you refused to come to our wedding.”

[I was afraid what would happen if this wedding got cancelled too.]

“You thought Harm would change his mind?”

[No.]

“You thought I would change my mind?”

[Kind of.]

“Chloe, would you come out for a visit? Yo haven’t seen Harm in years and you haven’t seen us since we really got together. You haven’t met Mattie either. We’d love to have you spend some time with us.”

[I think I’d like that. Are you happy?]

“Yes.”

[How does Mattie feel about me coming for a visit?]

“She told me to convince you. You know, we could have a lot of fun together shopping in the stores out here.”

[You know how to pull out the big guns, don’t you Mac?] Chloe laughed.

“I really want you to come. Tell me when and I’ll arrange for your flight and tickets.”

[Our next school vacation is the third week in April.]

“Great. Will get you a flight out of Burlington on Friday night and you’ll have Saturday to Saturday here in San Diego. Temperatures will be quite warm by then.”

[Great...shorts and halter tops and sandals. You have a pool?]

“Yes...and the ocean isn’t very far away. We’ll be going sailing soon I think, so bring bathing suits too. You know, Mattie hasn’t been able to do a lot until recently, so this will make your visit even more fun.”

[She didn’t look like anything was wrong in your Christmas picture...which I thought was really nice, by the way.]

“Thanks. We thought it was a good way to mark our first Christmas together as a family.”

[Mac, can I ask you something personal?]

“As long as you understand that I don’t have to answer.”

[I know...are you planning to have a baby?]

Mac caught her breath and slowly released it. “Harm and I want to have a baby very much...we just don’t know if I’ll be able to.”

[But you’ve got to! I mean, I’ve always imagined what your kids would be like.]

“You have?”

[Yup...I can’t decide if they’ll march around saluting all the time or be long haired little hippies rebelling over everything,] Chloe laughed and even Mac had to laugh at the images Chloe’s words conjured up.

“Oh Chloe...I really miss you.”

[I miss you too. You really think Mattie and I will get along?]

“I do. Look, did you get your computer working again?”

[Yes.]

“Let me give you my new email address. Ready?”

[Go ahead]

“Smrabb@jfls.nav.usmc.gov”

[Got it.]

“Now use it...and that’s an order.”

[Yes Ma’am Thanks for calling Mac.]

“As soon as I hear from you, telling me that your father and grandmother say you can come visit, I’ll email you flight info. Fair enough.”

[Very fair. I love you.]

“Love you too Chloe.”

Mac hung up the phone and sighed. It felt good to know that Chloe wasn’t mad anymore. She went and got on the computer to make arrangements for Chloe’s flight. She ended up with a good deal on the round trip air fare - Burlington to San Diego. Chloe would board United Flight in Burlington departing at 3pm and would arrive in San Diego at 8:38 PM on Friday April 14. It worked perfect because Chloe got out of school at noon and would go straight to the airport. She would have to change planes in Chicago but Chloe was pretty comfortable doing that.

Her return flight would leave San Diego at 10:58pm on Saturday April 22, putting her back in Burlington at 11:05 Sunday morning. Chloe could sleep on the plane and have Sunday to get ready to go back to school.

PART 9

Thursday 1429 Local

China Lake Weapons Center

The case was dragging on and on. Each time the team thought they had a viable theory, the final test would disprove it and they would have to start over again. Their most important witness was in a chemically induced coma to allow his body to heal despite the pain he would be feeling if he was awake. Sargent Stacy Timmons, the man with metal strips embedded in his face, had not been able to speak to them yet. Harm was about at his wits end, when he got the call from the hospital they had been waiting for. He took Victor Galindez with him to ask the questions.

“How are you feeling Sargent Timmons?” asked Harm after introducing themselves.

“I’ve been better sir.”

“Sorry to have to put you through this...can you tell me what you remember from the incident?”

I had loaded the rounds and tried to adjust the sights. Each time we fired, it seems to be going further off target. It didn’t make sense sir. Usually if you are going wide to the right, you adjust it a click or two to the left, and it brings you back on target. It was if the whole unit was twisting or something. That last shot, sir, I fired and the next thing I remember was the pain...and then nothing.”

“Sargent, you said it seemed as if it was twisting...in the base? Where was the twist?” Gunny asked.

“I’m not sure...it may be nothing...”

“Tell us. We’ll check it out,” Harm encouraged.

“Sir, you know the tube that encases the chamber the round is fired from?”

“Yes...go on.”

“The hotter it got, it felt as if that whole unit was turning...twisting...but I can’t be sure.”

“Thank you Sargent Timmons. You’ve been very helpful. Get some rest and heal up.”

“Thank you Captain...Gunny.”

Back at the testing center, Harm and Gunny entered with big smiles for the others.

“Tell us what you got, Captain.”

“Good news...check this section,” Harm said pointing to where the chamber and the covering attached to the base.

They did, and everything seemed fine. Gunny took the weapon out to the test range, and fired three quick rounds and checked it again. The heat caused the chamber to come loose from the casing and when it did it turned inside. Each firing that followed, the chamber turned more freely. When they let it set for less then a minute, the unit cooled enough so that it no longer turned. Once they had that information, they took the unit to the firing range and using a protective shield, they fired it over and over a total of eleven times, when the barrel blew apart. The results looked remarkably like the one that had wounded the two men. Strips of the metal were sent on to a forensic lab. The could only wait and see.

Friday 1020 Local

China Lake

Harm had been pacing their work area in between calls back to his office dealing with Lt. Graves on assorted matters. There was another case right at Miramar waiting for their attention. Harm finally caved in to Cathy Graves pleas, and allowed her to begin gathering evidence on her own and following leads for internet research.

Harm was filling the rest of the team in on what he was allowing Lt. Graves to do when they received the breakdown of the metals that were used. A higher level of aluminum in the mixture was responsible for the failure. Wrapping the lab’s conclusion into their report and faxing it off to appropriate parties, Harm’s team boarded the Viking and resumed their journey to San Diego.

1100 Local

San Diego University High School

Mattie sat in her study hall thinking about her driving lesson with Mac from the previous evening. Since Mac had brought it up, they had taken the steps needed to get Mattie a permit on Thursday and Thursday evening, Mac took Mattie for her first lesson on Mac’s Corvette.

Mattie had assured Mac that she wouldn’t be a dare devil or speed-demon and she was as good as her word. Once she became familiar with Mac’s car, she was able to drive in traffic from her school back to the house. They stopped for a snack and Mattie backed into a parking space. By the time they got home, Mac and Mattie were both comfortable with Mattie drive Mac’s car.

Same time

JFLS

Mac caught herself daydreaming again. She had found herself thinking back to last night’s late night call from Harm. She missed him and couldn’t wait to feel his arms wrapped around her.

When they got home the night before, they had both been disappointed to find they had missed Harm’s call. They tried repeatedly to reach him and had to settle for leaving him a voice mail. It was close to midnight when Harm called back.

[Mac? Did I wake you?]

“You know I don’t sleep good with out cuddling up to you,” Mac smiled.

[I should be home tomorrow. We’re just waiting for one lab report to come in. I never thought I’d be gone this long. How are things going?]

“You know, as much as I love you and I miss you, I think that Mattie and I needed this time together.”

[Yeah? How did you spend your time?]

“Shopping, talking, plotting and planning...that about covers it.”

[Cute Marine.]

“You’d best be talking about me, Buster.” Mac smiled into the phone.

[You know I am.]

“Get some sleep. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

[Love you.]

“Love you too.”

1735 Local

Rabb Residence

“What time did Dad think he’s be home?” Mattie asked Mac as she checked out the window for the fourth time in less then ten minutes.

“He didn’t say. I know he’ll get here as soon as he can Mattie.”

“I know...there’s just so much to tell him.”

“Ya think?” Mac asked with a grin as she hugged the teenager that she had grown even closer to in the past week. “Mattie, I suspect that being out of the office all week he had paperwork to sign and phone calls to make. That sounds like him now,” Mac broke off with a grin.

“I’ve got to go meet him,” Mattie admitted as she started for the door with Ginger appearing at her side from no where.

“Ah come on...we agreed we’d ambush him when he came through the door,” Mac objected.

“Alright...if he hurries.”

Mac and Mattie waited arm in arm in front of the door for it to open, with Ginger at their side. When it finally did they all just froze a second staring at each other, before Mac and Mattie wrapped their arms around Harm and held on tight. Ginger barked and ran around the three people in circles wanting to be included.

“Dad!’

“Harm!”

“Woof!”

“Hey!”

Mattie wrapped her arms around his waist, while Mac reached to wrap her arms around his neck. Harm wrapped one arm around Mattie and one around Mac, burying his face in one head full of curls and then in the sweet smell of Mac’s dark hair. Ginger say at their feet waiting to be noticed.

“God, I’ve missed you.”

“We’ve missed you too, Dad.”

“Dad? I like the sound of that.”

“You sure you don’t mind?”

“I’m sure...but I don’t want you to feel that you have to call me Dad.”

“I don’t. Mom and I’ve had a chance to really bond this week and I want to start calling you Mom and Dad. It’s easier when I talk about you to my friends. I don’t have to get into explanations if I don’t want to.”

“Well, what ever the reason, if you’re comfortable...” Harm hugged her a little tighter. “So what have you been up too?”

“Well, we talked about Chloe and I called her the other night and she’s going to come out during her April vacation. You okay with that?” Mac asked resting her head on his shoulder.

“Of course...if I get too overwhelmed with you women, I can always hide out at work.”

“Not a chance Flyboy,” Mac ribbed him lifting her head to shoot with a mock glare.

“How would you two like to go out to dinner tonight?” Harm asked looking back and forth two the two ladies he held to his sides.

“Sure. What did you have in mind?” asked Mac.

Harm suggested a restaurant in LaJolla that had a nice variety and was highly recommended.

“That sounds like I should put on a skirt or something,” Mattie commented wrinkling her nose looking up at him, her head tilted back.

“Nice slacks would do,” Harm told her.

“Would you guys be real bummed if I begged off and stayed home?” Mattie asked.

“Are you okay?” Mac reached out a hand to touch Mattie’s forehead.

“I’m fine. I don’t want to dress up and I thought you two would like an evening alone.”

“That would be nice, Mattie,” Harm affirmed, “but I really wanted to spend time with both of you tonight. If we go somewhere and you don’t have to change will you go?” Harm asked giving them both a little squeeze..

“Okay...I guess I can put on those new slacks Mac got me,” Mattie acquiesced.

“Been shopping...forgot that...new shoes too?” Harm asked with a grin.

“Of course...have to have comfortable shoes to go with the good man and good career I’ve got,” Mac reminded him needlessly.

“So you think you’ve got what every woman wants now, huh?” Harm teased as he lowered his face to kiss Mac a proper hello while still holding both of his ‘girls’ at his side.

“Oh come on, Dad! Get a room,” Mattie teased, slipping from his hold.

Mac and Harm laughed but separated as Harm suggested, “Let’s go get changed and go grab a bite. Hey, Ginger. You waiting for attention too?” Harm asked as he realized that the family dog was still waiting at his feet and that he wasn’t going to be able to move until he had acknowledged her.

“ I left my bedroom door open and she was stretched out on my bed sound asleep until she heard you drive in,” Mattie admitted.

Harm gave the dog a pat and they all headed towards their bedrooms to get changed.

2210 Local

LaJolla Restaurant

Frank and Trish Burnett had ended up joining Harm, Mac and Mattie at the restaurant. They enjoyed a nice quiet meal, exchanging news. Harm told them just a sketchy bit about his two investigations that had kept him away from home. Harm and Mac spent some time remembering some of Chloe’s little tricks from past visits as they helped the others understand how important Chloe had been to Mac and to him in a way. Mattie thought she could really like this girl when they met.

“You could always email each other and get to know each other a little before she gets here,” suggested Mac.

“Cool...I think I’ll do that.”

During dinner, Frank had asked Harm if he had given any thought to how he was going to get the Stearman to the west coast.

“I had thought about finding sometime this spring, and flying her out. It would take close to a week probably. I wouldn’t want to push it too much at one time.”

“Can I go with you?” Mattie asked her eyes lighting up at the thought.

“I don’t know Mattie,” Harm hedged. He had thought that maybe Mac would like to go and fly back with him or if not, maybe she would drive and then they could spend the nights together along the way. “Let me think about it and talk it over with Mac first.”

“Please Dad?”

“Mattie,” Harm warned in his ‘I mean business tone’ with the look that Mattie knew meant he wouldn’t budge on his position yet.

“Sorry if I started something,” Frank apologized.

“No problem.”

They had finished dinner shortly after that and headed to their vehicles. Mattie had trotted ahead, asking Harm if she could start his SUV for him. He handed her the keys without much thought knowing she had down it for him a few times in Washington with his old one and that she had driven the Grave aviation truck frequently. Beyond that he never gave it a thought until Mac quietly slid into the backseat saying, “Mattie has a surprise for you.”

Harm stood in next to the driver’s door a minute before he realized what was about to happen. Quietly he got in the passenger seat, smiled and nodded to Mattie as he fastened his seat belt, and let his daughter chauffeur them home.

Mac was proud of the way Mattie had handled the vehicle and driving at night. Harm waited until Mattie had parked the SUV in the garage and then turned to her with a smile.

“You did a great job. I suppose you wouldn’t want to tell me how this came about?”

“Mac asked me about driving last weekend. I got the permit yesterday and we went out for a practice drive last night in the Corvette. She thought we should just spring it on you like this. I thought I’d have to wait a little longer for the chance...but this was perfect. Thanks Dad.”

“You’re welcome. I suppose we need to think about getting you a driver’s license and a car next.”

“You mean it?”

“Don’t you have to wait at least six months to get your license?”

“Three months.”

“Alright, then I’ve got three months to talk it over with Mac and decide if we’re going to get you a car or just let you get a job and earn the money to get your own.”

“Dad,” Mattie drawled his name giving it at least two and maybe three syllables.

“Best offer.”

“Okay...” Mattie leaned over and kissed his cheek before getting out of the car. Harm and Mac walked arm in arm behind her. “I’m going to let Ginger out in the back yard for her run before I turn in.”

“Okay.”

Now Mattie and Ginger were out for the night while Mac and Harm were alone in their bedroom. Mac had returned from his trip to the bathroom wearing a smile and nothing else. She walked up to Harm who was just stepping out of his slacks.

“Hello Sailor...see anything you like?” Mac asked striking a seductive pose.

“Oh yeah...” Harm reached for his beautiful wife loving the instant reaction of his body to her visual invitation.

“You are wearing way to many clothes still,” she told him as she helped him to remove his shirt and boxer. Wearing nothing but his socks, Harm took her in his arms to remind her how much he loved her in every way possible- physically... emotionally....spiritually.

Their love-making that night was intense and left them both drained and sated simultaneously. Wrapped in each others arms they slept. Talking would wait until morning.

0748 Local

Rabb Residence

“Mac?”

“Mmmm-hmmm.”

“You awake?”

“Barely...why do we need to be awake at this hour on a Saturday?”

“Why do you think?” Harm whispered into her ear as he nuzzled her ear, her face, her neck. His hands glided over her satiny smooth flesh, unhindered by clothes.

“I’m too tired to think.”

“Is this my Marine admitting she can’t keep up with her husband, a mere Sailor?” Harm teased in a voice raspy with desire.

“You better be prepared to back those words,” Mac mumbled, “Just as soon as I wake up.” Her yawn slowed his advances. To Harm’s amazement, Mac snuggled against him, shut her eyes, and promptly fell asleep again.

As much as he wanted her he wasn’t going to take her while she slept. Sighing, he lay back trying to find contentment in the fact she was curled against him. He watched her sleep and slowly felt his body relax its aroused state. He still wanted her, in fact he knew he wanted her more now then he had before the first time they had been together. We had to smile remembering their first heated encounter.

It was a mistake. His body instantly became highly aroused at the memory. Hoping that Mac would wake up soon and relive the first time with him when she saw his condition, he set up a slow rhythmic stroking motion. He watched her sleep and indulged himself with long slow strokes wishing it was her hand instead of his own.

Half and hour later when he was convinced she wasn’t going to wake up for awhile, he slid out of bed and headed for the shower. The pulsing water masked the sounds he made as he found his release in a less then satisfying way. Harm gave himself a blast of cold water for good measure and then stepped out of the shower. Toweling himself off, he dressed and returned to the bedroom to check on Mac. She was still asleep so he ended to the kitchen for some juice and to start the coffee.

Ginger was waiting for him. After starting the coffee, he grabbed her leash and headed out for a short two mile run. Ginger was one happy dog. She had missed her runs with him while he had been gone.

PART 10

0924 Local

Rabb Residence

Harm opened the door for Ginger and himself. Mattie was just padding barefoot into the kitchen.

“Hey...Did you take Dad for a run Ginger?”

“She did. Want some breakfast?” Harm offered.

“What’s on the menu?”

“Pancakes?”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” Mattie grinned climbing onto the stool to watch Harm prepare his golden pancakes with the fruit topping he made. “Mac’s still sleeping, huh?”

“Yeah. Mattie, did Mac sleep late while I was gone?”

“One or two mornings. She actually took a nap a couple of evenings.”

“Really...that doesn’t sound like Mac.”

“I know...I didn’t think so either. I asked her about it and she said it was because she didn’t sleep good without you.”

Just then a sleepy eyed Mac appeared in the doorway to the kitchen. “Are you two talking about me?”

“Morning sleepyhead,” Harm grinned as he kissed her on his way by. “Want pancakes?”

Wrinkling her nose, “I don’t think so.”

“Juice? Coffee?” Harm tried the usual choices she made.

Mac listened to each of the thinks Harm mentioned. Each suggestion made her feel worse.

“Sure you don’t want some golden pancakes with fruit topping?” Harm looked over his shoulder just in time to see Mac disappear back toward their bedroom. “Mac?”

“I’ll watch the pancakes,” Mattie offered. “You go.”

Harm followed Mac and found her bent over the toilet gagging.

“Mac, Honey are you okay?”

“Does it look like I’m okay?” Mac asked, tears filling her eyes.

“What can I get for you?”

“Nothing...just leave me alone for a few minutes...I’ll be okay.”

“You sure.”

“Yes.”

“Alright...how about some toast?”

“Dry maybe...thanks.”

“I’ll be back shortly, Honey.”

Mac had to smile. Harm wasn’t one to use terms of endearment that often. When he was concerned, he sometimes used Honey or Sweetie. She hated to admit it, but she found she kind of liked it.

Mac sat on the floor in the bathroom, her back against the cabinets. The nausea was fading. Harm would be returning soon with her dry toast. She felt like she was acting like Harriet had the first time she...no! It couldn’t be...could it? Mac slowly got to her feet and looked at her bathroom calendar. It was one of two things. She was either going to be starting her period soon...or she was pregnant!

“Oh God! Could I be?” Mac half laughed and half scolded herself.

“Could you be what, Honey?” Harm asked as he handed her the toast.

“Lets go sit in the bedroom and talk...its probably nothing...”

“But it could be something serious?”

“Sit...”

Harm took a seat on the bed. Mac slid onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Remember last month when I thought I was late...and I had misread the calendar?”

“Yes.”

“I just checked the calendar Harm. I’m either three days late...or I’m having a strange PMS cycle this month.”

“Do you really think...?” Harm couldn’t finish the thought.

“I don’t know. Do you think we should wait a few more days and see what happens...or should I get a home test kit now?”

“What do you think?”

“I think I really need you to decide this on your own, Harm.”

“Okay...then I think you should take the test. Do you want me to go get one?”

“Uh-huh...I want us to go together.”

“Get dressed and we’ll go.”

“What are you going to tell Mattie?”

“Nothing...I’ll tell her I’m taking you to the store to pick up a few things you need. We’ll be right back.”

“Okay...Harm?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m afraid to think positive.”

“I know...we’ll do it together.”

“Thank you.”

Two Hours Later

Rabb Residence

‘You ready to look at it?”

“You look first and tell me what you see.”

“What am I looking for?”

“Oh for Pete’s sake! Look at the box...see what the symbols look like and what they mean?”

“A plus sign means we’re adding to the family, and a minus sign means keep trying...right?”

“Yes...Harm, this is killing me...what do you see?”

Harm held the little stick in his hand studying it carefully. Mac watched his face and when the full wattage smile lit his face, Mac threw her arms around him and shouting with joy.

In the next room, Mattie heard the shriek and looked at Ginger. “Must be Mac’s feeling better.”

Back in their bedroom, Harm was holding his wife in his arms, kissing her face, laughing and crying with joy right along with her. The little white stick had just told them the Rabb family was going to get bigger.

The plan not to say anything to Mattie for awhile, went right out the window when they joined her in the living room. She took one look at their faces, and asked them right out in plain language.

“Are you guys pregnant or something?”

“Why?”

“Yes.”

“I thought so...you were acting strange, feeling tired and sick and then didn’t want food...same things one of the girls in school did last year when she realized she was going to have a baby.”

“One of your friends is pregnant?”

“Relax Dad...she went to my school...we’re not close friends.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay...tells me you care...right?”

“Right.”

Mac shook her head, grinning at the ‘father and daughter’ during the exchange. “You two are really something...don’t know what though,” she teased.

“Mac.”

“Mom.”

“What do you think about our news Mattie?” Mac asked as she curled her legs under her, lowering herself to the couch.

“I’m happy for you. It will be fun having a baby around...but not being responsible twenty-four seven,” Mattie tagged on before Harm could explode or implode or whatever he was going to do when his face puffed up and got read.

“Dad’s going to be over protective...especially if it’s a girl.”

“I don’t care if it’s a girl or a boy...I want a healthy, happy baby,” Harm stated.

“So when so we start to fix up the nursery and stuff?” Mattie asked.

“Well we can start thinking about it, but we do nothing until I’m well into the second trimester. I don’t think I could handle it if I prepared a nursery and then lost the baby.”

“Sarah, don’t buy trouble...”

“Harm, I’m being realistic about my condition. You know that the risk I face now is caring the baby to term. Mattie, we aren’t planning to tell people outside of our family about this for a few months...okay?”

“I can’t tell anyone?”

“Not for two or three months at least...please.”

“Okay...as long as we can talk about it.”

“Deal.” Harm reached out his hand to shake on it.

April 14

2100 Local

San Diego International Airport

“Harm can you see Chloe yet?” Mac asked again as they waited for the young woman to deplane and find her way to them.

“Not yet...you know its been a long time since I’ve seen her. Maybe I won’t recognize her.”

“Harm, she’ll spot you and that smile of her will identify her all on its own...and she probably will be wearing a silly hat.”

“Oh yeah...well let’s see...silly hat...check...smile...check...waving hand...check...Yup, I think I see her.”

Chloe had spotted Harm towering above the crowd immediately. His bright blue t-shirt setting off the tan he now sported to perfection. Letting her eyes wander lower to try to catch a glimpse of Mac at his side was difficult as there were more people at that level. As she got closer, she finally spotted Mac waving to her and burst through the crowd to launch herself into her arms.

Finding herself wrapped in two sets of arms, Chloe tried to hug them both back. She had never seen Mac looking as happy and content as she did at the moment. A movement caught Chloe’s attention as she noticed the teenager standing by Harm waiting to be introduced.

“Mattie?” Chloe asked turning toward her.

“Hi Chloe.”

“Nice to meet you. Thanks for the emails.”

“You’re welcome...Mom...Mac and I thought it would be easier if we got to know each other electronically first.”

“She’s a smart lady...she tell you I tried to convince everyone at JAG she was my mother?”

“You didn’t!”

“I did...” Chloe and Mattie fell into step heading toward the baggage claim. Their rapport and friendship developed just about that instant and easy. Harm and Mac followed behind, their arms linked, smiling at the two teenagers.

“Think they’re going to have a sibling rivalry?” Harm whispered above her head.

“Doesn’t look like it.”

“Did you bring the ear plugs or are we going to wait until we get home to tell Chloe about the news?”

“We wait...until morning I think.”

“If you are as green tomorrow morning as you were today, she’ll figure it out as fast as Mattie did.”

“You know the teasing we’re going to get?”

“I do...unless Mattie continues to provide as much distraction.”

“She hasn’t see us kiss yet either...but you know what?”

Harm raised an eyebrow in response.

“I don’t care if she does...I’m not trading you in.”

“Well thank you...I’d like to stick around...maybe fifty or sixty years or more.”

“Harm, about tomorrow...”

“Are you planning a girls day out shopping, eating, laughing?”

“Do you mind?”

“No. Frank asked me to finish the foursome at LaJolla Golf Course tomorrow with him. I thought I would...tell Mom our news too...if you don’t mind.”

“All by yourself?”

“Unless you want to be there.”

“No...go ahead. Just make it clear to her that she can’t broadcast it.”

“I will...I think she’ll be thrilled.”

Saturday Morning

Rabb Residence

Chloe adjusted easily to the time change which was why Mac had chosen the flights she had for her. As predicted, Mac dealt with morning sickness for about an hour each morning. Sometimes it was just a queasy stomach, and other times she wasn’t able to keep anything down. This morning she had vomited several times and had dry heaves until Harm was ready to call the doctor.

Mac prevented him from having a panic attack by handing him the brochures the doctor had given them. Harm had been at her side throughout that first visit to the doctor to have the pregnancy confirmed. She was immediately put on prenatal vitamins and set up with monthly visits to monitor their progress. She would have an ultrasound done each month so they could monitor the weak areas of her uterus and make sure that neither Mac or the baby were at risk.

They had adjusted their morning routine as a result of the pregnancy. Harm now was up and out for his five mile run every morning. By the time he returned he was able to get into the bathroom. Mac would leave the house before Harm so he could fix breakfast for Mattie and himself without the smells bothering Mac. Harm had also stepped down as a team leader, and served only as the administrator and commanding officer. He changed the compositions of the teams as well which worked for everyone. By doing this, he was home every night at a regular time.

When Mac finally emerged from the bedroom, dressed in denim shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt, she was able to eat a light breakfast and take her vitamins. Chloe noticed her coloring right away.

“Mac, are you okay?”

“Fine...this will go away soon...until tomorrow morning.”

“What? Oh! Mac are you pregnant?” Chloe asked in that direct but charming manner of hers.

“Yes.”

Chloe’s squeal reached ear piercing proportions as she hugged Mac.

“Chloe...you can’t talk about this to anyone but the three of us. We’re not saying anything for a few more months in case I lose the baby.”

“No...that’s not going to happen.”

“It could Chloe.”

“But you don’t really think it will happen, right?”

“We hope not...but I’ve got to be realistic. Now, it won’t be long and I’ll be fine, so are you two ready for a girls day out?”

“Cool!”

“Awesome!”

PART 11

Burnett Residence

LaJolla

“Harmon...its so good to see you. Where’s your lovely wife?”

“Well she’s doing a girls’ day out with her ‘little sister’ Chloe and Mattie, so I’m going to play golf with Frank.”

“She let you off the hook, huh?”

“Yes she did...Grandma.”

“Harm...you just called me Grandma...do I look that old to you?”

“No...you don’t look old...but I thought you wanted to be a grandma.”

“Well I suppose I am Mattie’s grandmother.”

“You want another grandchild?”

“Harmon, are you trying to tell me you and Sarah are having a baby?”

“Yes.”

“Congratulations, son. How’s Mac feeling?”

“She had about an hour every morning where smells and the sight of food don’t set well. We adjusted our schedule so she’s in the bedroom and bathroom alone that first hour while I run and workout. Then she leaves for work before I fix breakfast for Mattie and me. On the weekends she sleeps in until after we’ve had breakfast usually. She said that smells aren’t affecting her quite as much if she gets a good nights sleep.”

“When is she due, son?”

“December.”

“Mom...its still early and anything can happen. She doesn’t want to talk about it or make a lot of plans until she’s into the second trimester.”

“That’s understandable.”

“Hey Harm...You ready for some golf?”

“Yes I am.”

“Frank, Harm has just given me some wonderful news...” Trish paused and glanced at Harm for his consent. He nodded and she continued, “Harm’s going to be a Daddy in December.”

“Congratulations!”

“Thanks Frank. You ready?”

“Sure am...See you later, Darling.” Frank kissed his wife before following Harm to Mac’s Corvette. She had needed the bigger vehicle to take the two girls shopping.

“You know Harm, I’ve always thought of you as my son.”

“Yes I know...and I appreciate you taking on that role even though I didn’t show it at the time...I hope I’ve shown my appreciation more recently.”

“You have. Do you think that your child could call me Grampa?” Frank asked as Harm backed out of the drive-way.

“I think our baby will be very lucky to have Grampa Frank...you know, you are the only grandfather this child will have?”

“Thanks Harm. I’ll do my best.”

1830 Local

Rabb Residence

“They’re still not home Ginger,” Harm told the dog as they returned from their two mile run together. Harm entered the house and checked the answering machine. No messages. He headed for the bedroom with Ginger on his heels. He stripped off his sweaty running clothes and put them in the hamper while the water temperature adjusted in the shower. With Ginger keeping guard he showered, shampooed and shaved before stepping out and drying off. With a towel wrapped around his waist he stepped past the dog to return to the bedroom to dress.

Ginger suddenly was on her feet rushing past Harm as she headed for the door.

“Must be the girls are home. Good timing.” Harm pulled on the clean boxer briefs and jeans, slipped his feet into the flip flops and pulled the t-shirt over his head as he headed out to help bring in the shopping spree results. The window from the garage to the kitchen was opened and bags were beginning to appear.

“Hey...want me to come out and give you a hand?”

“Yes...thanks Harm,” Mac smiled.

“Be right there.”

He dashed to the garage and as he opened the door he stopped short. There were two large boxes strapped to the top of the vehicle. He wasn’t sure how she had clearance to get into the garage but she had. Mac’s sheepish grin caught him by surprise.

“We found this sale and I couldn’t pass those things up. They offered to tie the boxes on for me and well...wait until you see them...I think you’ll love them as much as I do.”

“Baby furniture?” Harm guessed.

“Yeah...Chloe and Mattie thought I should go for it.”

“Oh they did, did they? Well, I suppose then they won’t mind helping me assemble that stuff, huh?”

“We’d love to help, right Chloe?” Mattie chimed in first.

“Sure.”

“Alright...what else did you buy that you weren’t planning to buy for awhile?” Harm asked trying not to laugh as Mac shot him another sheepish grin.

“Maternity clothes...not a lot but a few really adorable things.”

“Do I get a fashion show later?” Harm asked with an impish grin on his face, eyebrows raised.

“Maybe...if you’re cooperative.” Mac’s smile was radiant and it took Harm’s breath away.

Harm shook his head and laughed as he removed the first box and got it into the house. He would put the things together in the living room where they had space to spread out and work together. Later they would decide exactly where they would put things.

Unbeknownst to Mac, Harm had been playing around with an idea. He had drawn up plans to add another room on to their house, this time off the bedroom. It would serve as a nursery at first, then be converted into a sitting room or office for Mac later when the baby moved to his or her own room. He knew she had a week long conference coming up in June, so he was planning to ask a couple of guys to come help him while she was gone and get the addition on. He would let her decorate it however she wanted. He had a feeling that he would end up telling her his plans before they were done.

The girls started opening the boxes and laying out the pieces while Harm went to collect his tools. The wooden furniture was painted white giving it a clean, pure look. Mac reviewed the directions and directed Chloe and Mattie to lay the pieces out in the order Harm wood need them. They started on the crib. It didn’t take long working as a team to get it assembled. Setting the mattress into the assembled crib Harm stepped back, slipping his arm around Mac and pulling her gently to his side.

“It some how makes this all seem more real.”

“I know...thank you. You too girls.” Mac turned to smile at the teenagers already engrossed in the changing table and bureau.

“Which one is next?” Mattie asked, ready to take on the next piece.

“I think the bureau...but not until tomorrow. I don’t know about you two but I’m bushed,” Mac admitted.

“Mac, why don’t you go enjoy a long leaisurely bath and turn in early?” Harm suggested.

“Going to join me?”

“In a while...now go.”

“Night girls...thanks again.”

As soon as Mac was out of the room Harm turned back to Chloe and Mattie, “Ready to tackle another one?”

“Cool!”

They worked on the bureau as Mac had wanted. It went together faster then the crib had, partly because the girls had learned about the tools and names of the pieces, and partly because they had established a system.

Looking over the changing table, Harm asked the girls if they wanted to tackle it on their own so Mac wouldn’t get suspicious.

“Sure.”

“It should be easy. I’ll go check on Mac and then help you finish up if you get stuck.”

“I think we got it covered Harm,” Chloe grinned.

Harm left them to work on the changing table, confident that Mattie at least could do it. He entered the bedroom which was lit only with a night light. He knew Mac had candles going in the bathroom, he could already smell the vanilla scent she loved, and the flames flickered casting shadows.

“Mac?” Harm spoke gently as he stepped into the bathroom. Mac’s eyes were closed as she soaked in the tub, a smile on her face. God she was beautiful. Some times he felt he should pinch himself to make sure it was real and she was really with him after all this time. He dipped his fingers into the water glad to find it was still warm. She must have just warmed it before she fell asleep. He thought about scooping her out of the tub and letting her sleep, but fear of hurting her or getting hurt himself, he elected to wake her up. Trailing his fingers up and down her arm, then up her neck, to her ear and then across to her lips he finally roused her.

“I’ll go back to sleep if that’s all you’re going to touch,” Mac whispered.

“Give me time,” Harm grinned at his sassy wife...make that sassy, wet, pregnant wife.

“Help me up?” Mac asked lifting her arms up to him.

Harm grabbed a towel and wrapped her in it as she stood. Gently he dried her off placing kisses every place he dried.

“The girls turned in?” Mac mumbled while Harm’s lips traveled across her abdomen.

“Not yet.”

“It’s getting late.”

“Too late for this?” Harm asked as he kneeled before her trailing kisses lower and lower going side to side, getting closer to the source of her heat and moistness.

“Never...ooohhhh.”

“Love me...”

“Always,” Harm affirmed before carrying her to their bed. As he lowered her onto the mattress, he heard the girls laughing from the other room. “Mac...I better go see what they are up too.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

With one more kiss he left her reluctantly. Hoping his state of arousal wasn’t too obvious, he stuck his head into the living room. “How’s it going?”

“Almost done.”

“I’m going to turn in. Mac is exhausted and doesn’t want to be alone,” Harm told them.

“Mac okay?” Chloe asked.

“She’s fine...she fell asleep in the tub.”

“Okay. See you in the morning.”

“Night Dad.”

“Night Mattie. Night Chloe.”

Harm returned to the bedroom ready to pick up where they left off, only Mac was sound asleep. He stripped off his clothes and crawled into bed beside her. She snuggled up to him in her sleep.

Sunday 0712 Local

Rabb Residence

Harm opened his eyes and looked at the woman snuggled against his side. She had woken him during the night and invited him to make love to her. He had been only too happy to take his time as he gently and lovingly showed her physically the depth of his love. Their release had stirred their emotions and left them both with tears in their eyes and on their cheeks. Mac had tried to make a joke about it, but Harm had stopped her with a finger against her lips.

“I love you Sarah with all that I am...and you are the only one that I open myself up like this with. Please, please don’t take it lightly.” Mac had nodded and held him tightly until they both had fallen asleep again.

Harm smiled and decided to use the bathroom while she was still asleep. He was dressed in cut-off jeans and a t-shirt when she opened her eyes.

“Hey...you’re dressed already?” Mac asked with a yawn and stretch.

“Yes Ma’am...thought I’d clear out before you needed your morning space.”

“You are being so good about this Harm. You know I’m not pushing you away, though...right?”

“Yes. How much longer do you think the morning sickness will last?”

“Could be weeks or months...from what I’ve read its different for each person, although most women find it goes away around the fourth month...most of the time. I’m lucky. My sessions are brief and have only been in the morning. Some women have it all day long or when they smell ceratin things. I’m fine until I put my feet on the floor.”

“What causes it?”

“Usually it’s the body trying to adjust to the changing hormone levels in the body. The changes are rapid during the first trimester and then slow down a little after that.”

“So, it I kept you in bed all day, you wouldn’t have morning sickness?” Harm asked, his head tipped to one side.

“No, I’d still have morning sickness - probably even worse.”

“Then I’ll get out of here and let you get up. We don’t want it worse.”

Harm kissed Mac lightly before leaving their room. The girls had finished the changing table the night before. He checked it out and grinned his approval. The changing table, the bureau and the crib were lined up in the living room waiting for Mac’s approval.

Ginger joined him, stretching as she walked toward him, her tail wagging.

“Morning, Ginge...ready to run?” Ginger waited by the door while Harm snapped on her leash and opened the door. They headed off for their morning run. Ginger had gotten to where she could handle a three mile run easily now.

When Harm and Ginger returned to the house and stepped through the front door, Mac met them with a huge smile.

“You got it finished!”

“Actually, the girls finished the last piece after I joined you. They did a great job, too.”

“Oh Harm,” Mac smiled with tears shining in her eyes, “ I really hate what my hormones are doing to me...I cry over everything!”

“Hey now,” Harm whispered in her ear, “We both were brought to tears last night and it was a good thin.”

“I know.”

“So, what’s on the agenda today?” Harm asked as he released Mac when her heard Mattie and Chloe joining them.

“I thought we could do something together today...show Chloe the sights of San Diego, maybe.”

“Good idea. I’ve got some ideas...you tell me how it sounds, okay?” Harm asked looking from one to the other.

“Go for it,” Chloe grinned.

“Well, we could start out by visiting the Crazy Horse Studio Gallery and then take the LaJolla Walking Tour.” Harm paused and when he didn’t get an enthusiastic response, he continued, “Of course we can’t miss the Stephen Birch Aquarium-Museum, the Atheneum Music and Library Arts, and the Museum of Contemporary Art.”

“Harm!” Mac laughed while Chloe stared at him with her mouth opened.

“Dad, I never expected you to throw that much culture at us in one day. You didn’t even want to go see a foreign film with me...and it was good.”

“Okay, okay...What about Mission Bay Parl, Aquarium Paradise, and Sea Coast Square?”

With hands on her hips, Mattie challenged, “Better...but what about Sea World and San Diego Zoo?”

“Space Theater and Science Center?” Harm countered. “Or, San Diego Harbor Excursions?”

“Alright, I think we’ve got a plan,” Mac cut them off.

“Huh?”

“What plan?”

“She’s got you there, Dad.”

“I’m surrounded by clowns!” Mac exclaimed. “Listen up...Chloe, what would you enjoy most the zoo or sea world?”

“Sea World!”

“Okay. We’ll go to Sea World and from there we’ll go down to the Harbor and take an excursion boat out. Then if we have any energy left, we can have dinner at one of the super sea food places on the coast. How’s that sound?”

“Perfect.”

“Let’s do it.”

“Thanks Mac.”

“Think nothing of it Harm...its in understanding how to negotiate between two or more parties with different interests and sometimes languages,” Mac informed him using her most professional tones.

Shaking his head they all pitched in to get things done so they could enjoy a family day outing.

PART 12

2040 Local

Sea Coast

Harm and Mac walked along ahead of Chloe and Mattie. Harm’s arm wrapped gently around Mac’s waist, his hand resting on her hip, while her arm wrapped behind his arm, up over his back and her hand rested on his shoulder. Her head rested against his chest as they walked.

“They really are in love aren’t they?” Chloe said almost to herself.

Mattie turned to study this girl that was becoming a new ‘best’ friend. “You doubted that?”

“I think I did. I teased Mac about them being secretly in love for so long that I guess when I finally accepted Mic Brumby, I could only do it if I convinced myself that any feelings between those two had to be in my imagination. I was also convinced that Harm was at fault for Mac not marrying Mic.”

“What was Mic like?”

“Australian...good looking in a rough sort of way...not polished and handsome like Harm. Harm’s all about being honest and telling the truth and abiding by laws...Mic was about bending the rules for a good cause, accepting only the part of the truth you felt you could handle...not that he was a bad guy...just rough around the edges.”

“Do you think they would have been happy together if they had gotten married?”

“For a while probably...but Mac was different around Mic...sometimes she would be silly, giggly...and other times it was like she was trying to be the responsible one...staying in control making sure that things didn’t get out of control.”

“I’ve seen her get silly with Harm.”

“Yeah...I can’t put my finger on it, Mattie, but there is a real difference. It’s like she trusts Harm to be there for her and she hoped Mic would be.”

“That’s just Harm...but I know from what’s he told me that there were times he wasn’t there for her when he thought he should be.”

“I think that’s the part of it...the difference...Mic was like ‘No worries’ and Harm worries that he needs to do more or something different...he cares what she thinks.”

“Sometimes he cares so much and worries about burdening others that he closes himself off. Mac and I just gang up on him now.”

“Has it been weird living with the newlyweds?”

“You know Chloe, they are very careful about what they do and say in front of me, yet they don’t hide it from me either.”

“I don’t think they can!” laughed Chloe as they watched them kiss again. “Its going to be fun to watch them with a baby.”

“I know...I thought I might feel embarrassed about it at first, but Mac’s honest and open and I think we can talk about most anything.”

“I taught her how to do that,” Chloe laughed. “I was a real brat at times and kept her on her toes.”

“I can’t imagine that,” Mattie laughed as they broke into a run to catch up to the kissing couple ahead.

“Okay you two...no more of that in public,” scolded Chloe. “You’ll damage us for life.”

“I doubt that,” Harm snickered as he looped an arm around Chloe and Mac did the same with Mattie. “Had a good day?”

“Yeah...thanks Harm...you and Mac are really cool.”

“What do you know? They make decent parents after all,” Mattie agreed.

Friday 2324 Local

Rabb Residence

“I can’t believe Chloe goes home tomorrow night. She and Mattie got along great and she even seems to have accepted that you and I are really married and happy.”

“Mac, did you really think she wouldn’t?”

“At times...Harm you didn’t hear the tone in her voice and how much her attitude changed after she realized that Mic and I were not getting married. It worried me, yes.”

“Mattie has enjoyed her company, too. She’s had our attention since we’ve been married, and I thought sharing us might be hard on her.”

“Harm, I think it was harder for her to share you with me, then for her to share us with Chloe.”

“Do you think she’ll have a problem when we have our own baby?”

“I don’t think so...she enjoys helping us plan and she’s asked to baby sit sometimes already. I think as long as her involvement is always an option then she’ll be fine.”

“That’s where I think you might be wrong Mac...I think sometimes we need to expect her to pitch in to help...we’re family...I don’t mean all the time but every now and then I think we need to say, ‘Mattie we really need you to do this’ and then she’ll know we need her.”

“As long as we also make sure we tell her its okay to need us too.”

“What makes you think we won’t?”

“I hate it when you do that,” Mac laughed and rolled her eyes. It seemed like he was issuing a challenge when he said it, but over the years, Mac knew that it was Harm being Harm. He rarely met it the way it sounded.

“I know...so what do you think about me bringing th Stearman out here?”

“Do you think Mattie really should help you fly it home?”

“I’d feel better if she didn’t. She still stiffens up if she sits still for too long...and if I get good weather, I could be doing some long days of flying.”

“I hate you to go alone. What if you get into trouble?”

“Me get into trouble?”

“Harm, you, trouble and planes goes hand in hand in my experience.”

“Only if you’re involved Marine...”

“How do you figure that?”

“Let’s see, you insisted we leave the plane and we run into poachers that shoot you; we have to eject in Russia because they’re shooting at us; I end up swimming the Atlantic trying to get home to you; and I crashed us in Paraguay trying to save you in the first place...see Mac...as long as I focus on the plane and not on you I’m fine.”

Harm turned to look at his wife and found her glaring at him. Uh-oh...maybe she wasn’t able to see the humor there yet as he was. “Mac?”

Harm expected her to hit him with one of her ‘feed you to the sand crab’ type speeches, but instead, she burst into tears.

“Mac, Honey, I’m sorry...I was just kidding with you.”

“But its true Harm....I was going to offer to go with you, but its true...I’m why you get into trouble with planes. I hadn’t thought about it that way. I’m s-sorry.”

“Hey, now, stop that...Mac this isn’t like you to cry over this...what’s going on?”

“I think its pregnancy hormones,” Mac admitted with a giggle.

“Look, I’d love to have you fly with me, but I’m not sure all those hours would be good for you or the baby. I’ll just go and get it here and then we can go flying once in a while. The airports right next door practically.”

“So we agree that Mattie isn’t going?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re going to be careful?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Just let me know when.”

Wednesday June 21

0821 East Coast

Harm had flown to DC on Sunday night to deal with business on Monday with Homeland Security. When they had concluded their business on Tuesday afternoon, Harm had made his way to Grace Aviation to prepare the Stearman for the trip. While he was there he saw Tom Johnson.

“Aren’t you going to ask about your daughter, Tom?”

“You adopted her. She’s your daughter now.”

“Yes, by choice...but she’ll always be your biological child. I know she writes to you; keeps you up to date on her progress.”

“Does she?”

“Tom are you even reading her letters?”

“I can’t.”

“I think you should Tom.”

“She going to fly again?”

“Probably.”

“I can’t risk it.”

“Your loss Tom.” Harm had walked away then and refused to look back. If he had he would have seen the shell of a man reaching into his pocket for a bottle, uncapping it and taking a drink.

Now he was in the Stearman with his course set for San Diego. Although flying was normally quicker the driving, Harm knew that he would need to take this trip in stages. It would take days to complete the trip.

He made it as far as Arlington Tennessee the first night and caught a ride to the Days In five miles away. Next door was a Sub and Salad shop where he bought his dinner. Flipping open his cell phone he was relieved to see he had a strong signal. He was missing his family.

Same Time

Rabb Residence

“Check the answering machine, Mattie. I’ve got to get to the bathroom.” Mac dropped her things and was undoing her buttons and zipper as she hurried to relieve her bladder. It seemed like she use to be able to go all day without a trip to the bathroom. Since being pregnant, she was lucky if she could make it two or three hours.

She heard the phone ring as she washed her hands.

“Hey Dad! Where are you?”

[I made it to Arlington Tennessee. I’m at a Days Inn about five miles from the airport.]

“What time it is there?”

[Almost 2100 hours.]

“Long day. Mom and I just got home.”

[Go out to dinner?]

“Yes...here’s Mom.” Mattie handed the phone over to Mac as she rejoined her, picking up her dropped things as she went.

[I love you.]

“Miss me huh?”

[Oh yeah. Everything okay?]

“Yes. Harm, I’ve been thinking...I should get a different vehicle.”

[I know...you mentioned that before.]

“Would you mind if I started looking around?”

[Of course not Mac. You should have something you’re comfortable with.]

“I know, but I want all of us to be comfortable.”

[Start looking and when you think you know, I’ll come check it out.]

“Okay...you sound tired.”

[A little. Ran into Tom last night.]

“How did that go?”

[Not real good. He hasn’t opened any of her letters. Says it hurts to much.]

“We can’t make him.”

[I know. I’ll check in tomorrow night. I’m hoping to catch a ride to the airport from the hotel at six tomorrow morning. Another long day of flying would be good.]

“Just be careful.”

[I promise.]

Thursday Night

Rabb Residence

“What did you think of the mini-vans and station wagons Mattie?” Mac asked her daughter as they headed for home in Mac’s red Corvette.

“I liked that last one we looked at...was it the Buick? The dark egg plant color was classy and it didn’t look like a mini-van, but its not an SUV like Dad’s either.”

“I know...I was impressed with it. I also liked the minivan we tried with the fold-into-the-floor seats.”

“It didn’t ride as good and I don’t think Dad will have any extra head room in that one.”

“You might be right. I wonder if he’s even heard of the Buick before. It’s fairly new I guess.”

“Have you told Dad that I’m getting my license?”

“No, we agreed to surprise him, remember?”

“I know...I just didn’t know if you let it slip during pillow talk or something.”

“Mattie! You were with Chloe too much...that sounds like something she would say.”

“Actually she did...sort of.”

“Let’s have it.”

“I mentioned to her what we were going to try and do. She said that if Harm even had a clue, he’s make you spill it during pillow talk.”

“Why that little....” Mac laughed. The truth was he had almost gotten her to say something one night, but she had found a good way to distract him and he had let it go. The phone rang interrupting their discussion.

“Rabb Residence.”

[I miss you.]

“I love you...where are you?”

[I made it to Clovis, New Mexico tonight. Had a great tail wind most of the day and it almost was more then Sarah could take by tonight. Storm heading this way.]

“Are you going to be able to fly tomorrow?”

[Yeah...I might have to go around it which will slow me down...I wanted to be home tomorrow night.]

“Can you call us when you start the final leg and give us your ETA?”

[You planning to meet me at the airport?]

“Yes.”

[I could walk home.]

“You could, but you’re not going to.”

[Mattie really been bummed about not being with me on this trip?]

“Actually, we’ve stayed busy and she’s been fine. Harm I looked at cars and I have narrowed it down to two...with a definite first choice.”

[What is it?]

“It’s a Buick.” Mac described it to him and he admitted he had seen one recently and thought it was a good choice. He offered to try it on for size on Saturday.

PART 13 (ADULT CONTENT WARNING)

AUTHOR’s NOTE: This chapter is a little shorter then most, but a little hotter and spicier then most as well.

Friday Afternoon

Over Arizona

Harm heard the engine sputter as he enjoyed the view below him. This was not a good thing. He checked his fuel gauge and that was okay. The oil gauge however had a low level indicator and the engine was running hot. Harm was glad he had fitted the Stearman with a communication system and he radioed ahead to the Scottsdale Airport which was the closest. He had clearance to land, and he made it to the hangar as he was directed. A mechanic met him and the two of them went to work on the Stearman.

“She’s a beauty. You restore her yourself.”

“Yeah...it took a while to get started, but when I did it consumed me.”

“You’re a Navy pilot?”

“I was...well I am, but I seldom fly for the Navy anymore. I’m also a lawyer and an investigator...now I’m a Captain with a lot of paperwork and people under my command.”

“You miss it?”

“At times. Now I’ll have this out here with me, well it will be nice.”

“Where you bringing it from?” Arnie the mechanic asked.

“Blacksburg, Virginia.”

Arnie’s whistle rang long after in Harm’s ears. “Looks like you’ll need a new gasket. Everything else is looking good.”

“Have you in stock?”

“Doubt it. I can call and have one here by morning though.”

“Guess it will have to do. I need to find a place to stay and call my wife.”

“Come on in while I order the part and then I’ll give you a ride over to the Holiday Inn. They’ll give you a good deal, you being Navy and all.”

“Thanks.”

1620 Local

Rabb Residence

“You did it Mattie. Congratulations!”

“Thanks, Mac...this was so good of you...I can’t wait to show Dad.”

“You remember the deal?”

“Yes...I’m responsible for the insurance and up-keep.”

“That’s right...Show us how responsible we know you are and I’ll have the registration transferred to your name this time next year.”

Mac and Mattie hugged. They both looked at the phone wondering why it hadn’t rung. They expected Harm to be calling saying he was on his last leg of the trip home. It had been lonely without him this week.

Just then the phone rang.

[How are my girls?}

“Great. Where are you Dad?”

[Scottsdale Arizona...look I ran into some trouble today and I won’t be home tonight.]

“What kind of trouble?”

[Just a problem with the oil gasket. I’ll be home tomorrow. Let me talk to Mac.]

“Love you Dad....here Mac.”

[Love you too Mattie....Mac?]

“Right here. You okay?”

[Yes. I landed in Scottsdale and Arnie the mechanic and I found the problem...the gasket on the oil pan is shot...got hot and melted I think. Anyway, the new one will be here tomorrow and I should be on my home by nine or ten. Sorry.]

“As long as you are okay...”

[I am...so what have you and Mattie got planned for this evening now?]

“Nothing...yet. We’ll come up with something.”

[Hey I had a chance to check out one of those Buick’s you were talking about.]

“And?”

[Very nice.]

“Did you fit?”

[Yes. Plenty of head and leg room.]

“Good...because to get the deal he offered me I have to close by tomorrow night.”

[Are they giving you a good trade in on the Corvette?]

“I think I’ll save the Corvette for Mattie...she’ll have her driver’s license before you know it.”

[True..you sure?]

“Yes.”

[I wish you were here. How are you feeling?]

“Good...just having to make lots of trips to the bathroom already.”

[I could see a difference in your belly just before I left...it puffs out now.]

“I know...I have to use an elastic on my button to keep it closed. I think I’ll have to start wearing maternity clothes for comfort soon.”

[I can’t wait...]

“To see me fat and uncomfortable?” Mac asked, her teasing evident in her voice.

[To run my hands over your baby belly,] Harm finished his thought.

“I can’t wait for that either...and more.”

[Behave.]

“Spoilsport.” Mac hand wandered into their bedroom and was laying across their bed. “I’m alone in our room and all I can think about is how good it feels to have you touch me.”

Harm groaned. He was sitting up against the headboard of his hotel room bed, but his wife’s voice and sexual innuendoes had his arousal almost at full mast. [What are you trying to do to me?]

“Make sure you’re missing me as much as I miss you.”

[Trust me...I need a cold shower just listening to your voice.]

“I could talk you through something else.” Mac’s offer elicited another groan from Harm. “Unless you’re too much of a prude.”

[I’m not a prude...and I’d rather have you with me...but its tempting.]

“Put the phone down and strip your clothes off. Tell me when you’re ready.”

Harm quickly shed his clothes after pulling the blinds and putting the music on low.

[Okay...tell me what you’re wearing.]

Mac thought a second and then grinned. She knew just how to get him good. She had stripped off her clothes and was wearing his navy blue wrap robe. “Just your robe.”

[Open it up...I want to see you.]

“In a minute...tell me where you are...what you look like.”

[My back is against the headboard...my legs are out in front of me...my left hand is holding the phone and my right hand is slowly stoking my erection...which you caused with that voice of yours.]

“Lick your thumb and then rub it on the tip or your erection...then around the head of it.”

[Mac...]

“Do it Harm. I wish I was there to lick you and hold your balls...cup them for me with your other hand.”

[The phone...]

“Hold it with your chin and shoulder.”

[When I close my eyes I can picture what you’d be doing to me if you were here.]

“Mmmm...I’d wrap my tongue around you and lick you like an ice cream.” Mac smiled when she heard another groan from Harm in her ear.

[I wish you were here...I want to be inside you.]

“I know...and I want you there...stroke yourself...long and slow...up...and down...up and then around the head...and down and up again...rub that sack and then stroke yourself a little faster...a little harder.”

[Mac...are you touching yourself?]

“Mmmm...my nipples are huge and I’m so wet...”

[I’m not going to last much longer.]

“Let it go Harm.”

[Aarrgghhhh...ooohhhh yeeeeaaaahhhh....Mac...what a mess I’ve got here.]

“Hurry home Harm...I love you.”

Harm hung up the phone and looked down at himself. He couldn’t believe he had done that...but Mac seemed to like the idea and tomorrow they could talk about it face to face as they prepared to do the real thing.

PART 14

Saturday 1630 Local

Montgomery Airfield

San Diego

“Dad is going to be so surprised to see this,” Mattie gestured to the new vehicle Mac climbed out of as she got out of the red Corvette.

“Yes he is...this was a great way to spring this on him too, Mattie. He’s going to think we lost our minds coming to pick him up together in a two seater.

“This looks like him now,” Mac pointed up into the sky as the bright yellow plane appeared on the horizon and then set down smoothly on the tarmac.

Harm breathed a sigh of relief to be home. It had been a long week and he had missed his wife, daughter and dog more then he would have thought possible. He taxied the plane to the hangar where he would be keeping Sarah from now on. When he had spoken to the owner of Hawk Air he had been impressed with the man’s knowledge of aircraft. He had a vast collection of his own that were used for stunt flying. He had inherited Santini Air outside of Los Angeles several years ago from his uncle only to have his father come home shortly after his uncle’s death. After a couple of years of trying to combine their interests, he had struck out on his own, with his father’s blessing and some cash and moved south to San Diego. The distinctive red, white and blue pattern of Santini Air, was repeated in the logo for Hawk Air. It’s what had claimed Harm’s attention.

“Good flight?” the owner greeted him.

“For the most part Lee. Ran into a little trouble in Arizona with an oil gasket or I would have been here last night.”

Lee Hawk shook Harm’s hand when he reached the ground after climbing out of the Stearman. “You go home to your family tonight. I’ll get her put away for you.”

“Thanks, Lee. That means a lot to me.”

“You know, we have a lot in common. My father was shot down in Vietnam...but he made it home.”

“I know...and you waited years too didn’t you?”

“I did. My uncle searched for his brother for years and followed all kinds of leads, but the very week he was caught in an explosion that killed his partner, my father was rescued and returned to us. Aunt Caitlin did her best taking care of me...and my father...and they are happy together now. Whenever they have to be a part overnight...well I don’t think either one can sleep without the other there.”

“They love each other very much then.”

“Yes...so go home to your family. We’ll see you soon.”

Harm shook his hand once more and made his way to the gate with his bag slung over his shoulder. He spotted Mac and Mattie perched on the back of the Corvette waiting for him...and then he stopped. What was Mac thinking? She brought a vehicle with two seats and there were three of them...unless this was a trick...that vehicle parked next to her was new...could that be her new car? She was definitely up to something.

Mac skid off the Corvette and reached for Harm as he started moving again. He bent his head to kiss her and held her tightly against him letting her feel his instant reaction to her being in his arms.

“Mac...is that your new car?”

“How did you figure that out?”

“Well...I figured you would know better then to try to fit three people in a car designed for two...and I saw the license plate...MACRABB...it had to be your new one...what I can’t figure out is how and why you would do it.”

“Congratulate your daughter Captain Rabb. Show him Mattie.”

Harm reached out to accept the plastic card Mattie handed him. “Your driver’s license?”

“Yes.”

“You did this Mac?”

“Yes....we wanted to surprise you.”

“You have...Congratulations Mattie....I’ve very proud of you. So who is taking me home?” Harm asked flashing his smile from one to the other.

“Mattie is. I have to stop at the store and then I’ll see you at home.” Mac kissed Harm one more time. “Wait until tonight Flyboy....”

“What makes you think I’ll wait that long to have my way with you?” Harm whispered in her ear.

“Oh you will. Drive carefully Mattie. See you at home.” Mac climbed into her new car and backed out before driving away. Harm watched her go.

“So, you’re going to chauffeur me home?”

“I am...buckle up!” Mattie smiled anxious to show her father how good she was behind the wheel.

Harm watched Mattie drive the powerful corvette with ease. It was obvious that Mac and Mattie had been working together and he was bursting with pride for both of them. She parked in the driveway in front of the garage, on the side where Harm parked his car.

“I can see we’ll be moving cars around now...of course, I could build a carport maybe.”

“Really?”

“Yes...I think there’s enough room. For now, why don’t you pull off onto the lawn. That way you’ll have your own spot and won’t have to worry about moving every morning so I can get out for work.”

“Sure...this okay?”

“Just right. I can’t believe you went and got your license to surprise me.”

“I know one time you said you were looking forward to teaching me to drive and fly and sail...but it just seems right to have Mac help me...do you mind?” Mattie asked as they walked arm in arm to the house.

“Mattie, I’ll admit that a little part of me wishes it had been me...but then I can teach you to fly and to sail...and Mac can’t...and she wants to do the things for you that a mother would do, so no, I don’t mind. As a matter of fact I think its cool that you and Mac have gotten closer because you both me so much to me.”

“It was fun doing things with both of you and Chloe...it did feel like a family.”

“You think you’ll feel as much a part of the family when there is a new baby demanding our time and energy?”

“Yes, Dad...because I know sometimes you’ll need me to pitch in and help out. I think Chloe is a little jealous that she won’t be here for that. Hey Ginger...you ready to go out and play?” Mattie changed the subject as they entered the house and Ginger barked her greeting from the crate.

Harm kissed Mattie’s forehead. “Congratulations again, Mathilda Grace. Someone’s waiting for you.”

“I think she’s more excited about you being home, but I’ll go get her. Be prepared though because my guess is she’s going to make a mad dash for you instead of the back yard.”

Mattie was right. Ginger was an orange-brown streak from the crate to Harm’s feet as he stepped into the bedroom with his things.

“Hey Ginger-Girl...you miss me?...well no runs tonight, but we’ll go tomorrow...now go find Mattie and go out in the yard and take care of business.” Ginger calmly trotted off to do as she was told.

“Harm?”

“In the bedroom, Mac.”

Harm was cleaning out his bag putting the dirty clothes in the hamper. He would have to pack it again in case he got called for a trip, but that happened less and less often these days, for which he was thankful.

“Want to join me in the bath tub?” Mac asked as she slid her arms around his waist from behind.

“Would you settle for a shower?”

“I really want to crawl in the tub...but if you don’t want to join me...”

“I’ll join you...in a while.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Go for a run with Ginger?”

“I doubt it. Try again.”

“Check in at the office?...Go see my mother?”

“Give it up Harm...as much as I would love to crawl into that tub with you, I think we need to wait a little while and spend some time with Mattie.”

“Oh...we didn’t tell you...Mattie’s going out this evening.”

“She never said a thing about it.”

“I promised to break the news to you.”

“Is she driving?”

“Yes.”

“Where? With who?”

“Calm down Dad...You remember Mary Beth?”

“Yes.”

“Mattie is picking her up and they are going to get a bite to eat and catch a movie. She’ll be home by ten.”

“Ten...okay...but can I bug her a little first before I give in?”

“Oh Harm, you’re bad.”

“I know...but you both love it when I tease you.”

“Be nice to her Harm, and then you can be good with me in the tub after she leaves.”

Harm wiggled his eyebrows like she knew he would.

2148 Local

Rabb Residence

“Mac, its almost time for Mattie to get home...we should get up and get dressed.”

“Harm, relax...you’re going to make her think you don’t trust her. You do trust her don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Then relax. If it gets to be after ten then you can worry. She’ll let us know she’s home...the door is locked.” Mac snickered as she saw Harm quickly pull the covers over them where before he had been at ease laying naked on the bed, with her. “Sick of looking at my baby belly finally?”

“No...but this way if Mattie comes in she won’t get an eyeful.”

“Harm, I told you, the door is locked.”

“Oh.” He flipped back the covers then and leaned down to kiss the mound made by the baby. Mac had been right and during the week he had been gone, the baby had gone through a growth spurt. Where before only Mac realized her waist was thickening a little, now he could see it too. “Mac, how long before we’ll be able to feel the baby moving around?”

“Well, I think sometimes I can feel something...I remember Harriet was about five months along when she’d let me feel the baby move.”

“I can’t wait for that.”

“You can talk to the baby now. I was reading that the baby often responds to familiar voices.”

“Really...hey little baby...this is Daddy...Mommy and I are looking forward to holding you in our arms and watching you grow into a wonderful person. You’re a lucky baby to have a mom like yours. I’ll let you in on a secret I kept for a long, long time...I love your Mommy. Ssshhh don’t tell on me now.”

“Harm, you can be so goofy at times.”

“And you love that about me.”

“I do. I love it about you too.”

Mac and Harm placed their hands together above where their baby rested.

<knock-knock>

“Dad...Mom...I’m home.”

“Have a good time?” Harm asked.

“Yes. I’m headed to bed. See you in the morning.”

“Night Mattie.”

“Good job, Dad.”

“Glad you approve, Mom.”

Harm and Mac smiled at each other before reaching to turn off the light and snuggle under the covers.

One Month Later

Doctor’s Office

“How are you feeling Mrs. Rabb?”

“Good.”

“Morning Sickness?”

“Gone...well most of the time. The smell of wet dog makes me nauseous, but other then that I’m fine.”

“Well, wet dog is enough to make lots of people ill...so I guess we won’t worry about that. Your blood work looked good...no anemia. And how is Mr. Rabb holding up?” the doctor asked, glancing at the tall dark man, so attentive to his wife’s needs.

“Good...shouldn’t we be feeling the baby move by now?”

“You, not necessarily, Mom, yes...probably has been for close to a month without realizing what it was.”

“Really? My friend said she got a fluttery feeling first,” Mac told them.

“That’s true for some women. Others feel like they have a gas bubble at first, or they feel like they’ve over eaten.”

“Really...I haven’t?”

“Probably not...a lot depends on the position of the baby. Ready to take a look?”

“Yes!”

“Do you want to know if it’s a boy or a girl?” the doctor checked.

“Yes.”