Chapter
Nineteen
1730
Local Time
USS
Georgetown
Arabian Sea
First
Night on the USS Georgetown
Harm
arrived on board and immediately went up to see the Captain. The bridge was relatively
empty since it was dinner time, Stuart Dunston, the report was also on the bridge talking to the Captain. “Commander
Rabb reporting as ordered sir.”
“At
ease Commander. Welcome aboard the Georgetown. I wish it was underneath more pleasant of circumstances.”
“Me
and you both Captain.”
“We
have acquired the men you had asked for. They will be at your beck and call.”
Harm
started to yawn the time difference was really bothering him, and right now it was time for Mackenzie to go to sleep. “Is the excitement of the ship to boring for you, or are we boring you that
much Commander?”
“Sorry
sir, tired from the travel.” Just then an ensign walked into the bridge.
“Captain,
there is a shore-to-ship phone call for Commander Rabb. It’s the JAG.”
“You
can take it up here Commander.”
He
walked over to the phone, wondering what his CO needed he addressed him. “Admiral
Jonas, sir?” He heard Mackenzie wailing in the background. “Is Mackenzie
okay?”
“Apparently
Rabb she really needs her father. I have her because I sent Colonel Mackenzie
on assignment to Norfolk, and your step-father had an emergency with the NY branch of his company. I insisted I could watch Mackenzie until the Colonel got back, but she won’t
calm down.”
“Put
her on speaker phone, and I will sing to her real quick.” He heard the
phone click over.
Daddy's
little girl paints the world with her magic wand
Daddy's little child breathes new life to the morning time for me
Though
we're apart, her thoughts follow me
When I come home, Mackenzie smiles with the dawn
Mackenzie smiles, and she radiates
the glow around her halo
When she plays, Mackenzie smiles
On a summer day, Mackenzie smiles
A new day, Mackenzie
smiles
Daddy's little girl ties a ribbon around my heart
Daddy's little child waves goodbye to the ocean tide that
sweeps me
Though we're apart, she's a part of me
Mackenzie smiles with the dawn
Mackenzie smiles and she radiates
the glow around her halo
When she plays, Mackenzie smiles
On a summer day, Mackenzie smiles
A new day, Mackenzie
smiles
When I come home, Mackenzie smiles with the dawn
Mackenzie smiles and she radiates the glow around her halo
When
she plays, Mackenzie smiles
On a summer day, Mackenzie smiles
A new day, Mackenzie smiles
When the days have
gone grey,
Nothing's wrong when Mackenzie smiles
The
Captain had a hard time stifling his laughter. The man who had ice water running
through his veins, and who could play tag with a dirty nuke was singing on his bridge.
“Sorry
about the inconvenience Admiral.”
“Well
Rabb, you definitely have the touch when it comes to her. Make sure you get back
here in one piece.” With that the Admiral hung up the phone.
The
Captain walked up to Harm. “Well Commander, first time away?”
“Actually,
my fifteen year old is used to it, my almost five month old I think is experiencing separation anxiety.”
“Why
is she with the JAG?” Harm went into the long drawn out explanation of
it.
Dunston
sat back and listened quietly. “So Rabb, what you are telling me is that
you are a victim of the thefts at that clinic.”
“Apparently
so Dunston.”
“This
would make a great story.”
“Don’t
even try this time Dunston. I got fired last year from the CIA because of your
little news story.”
“Well
Rabb, it seemed to work out for the best this time around didn’t it.” Dunston
fired back.
“You’re
the man who landed the C-130 on the deck of the Pat? Now I know why you sounded
so familiar to me.” The captain said with dawning occurring.
The
XO turned to him, “Harm was a hard SOB while we were at the Academy together.
I wouldn’t make fun of the man that has ice running through his veins even though he has a tender spot for his
newly acquired 5 month old. That man played tag with a dirty nuke and saved my
life, as well as everyone aboard the Seahawk for that one. First DFC for
saving Admiral Boone, second DFC for pushing a disabled Tomcat out of hostile territory, and a third for playing tag with
that dirty nuke, isn’t that right Harm.”
“Sure
is Stemple,” Harm said looking at his old academy buddy. “If I may
be excused now, I will go interview my witnesses.”
“Dismissed.” Harm saluted and left to grab dinner and to do his job.
“God,
why is he not flying full time?” Dunston wondered aloud.
“Damn,
we sure didn’t think when we let him go.” Stemple mused.
The
investigation took two days, but the transport took a whole day with stops in Germany. But Harm was getting back to the States. He was excited to see his girls again. How he really did miss
those smiles that would light up his entire world, because he knew he was their entire world.
The
witnesses were prepped, and their stories corroborated the theory. Harm wanted
to end this trial fast so Mac could get on with the rest of her life. He didn’t
want her to have to relive any of the pain and torture that she had endured. He
had seen her battered, bruised, and broken in body. Her spirit though was another
matter. Since the day he saw her outside the lab in Bethesda he knew that the Marine in her would prevail. He was glad though that
she finally realized that he wasn’t going anywhere soon. He wanted to make
sure that Mac was herself again when he told her how he felt, how he wanted to date her properly, and how he wanted to do
this relationship right.
He
had called his mother to let him know he was on his way. His mother and Frank
planned to stay until they were settled in their new home, and would make their way back to California. He was happy for all of their help, without them, he wouldn’t
have been able to handle everything alone. As he made his way to the baggage
claim he felt a huge thud as he was almost tackled to the ground.
“Dad! You made it home.” He saw his teenager
propel herself at him.
“I
promised didn’t I?”
“Yeah. But on the news there were more stories about bombings, and I didn’t hear from
you. But Granddad said you were coming home, that you had enough sense not to
wander around in a war zone.”
“Oh
Mattie, I will always try to come home to you.”
When
Mattie realized that Harm wasn’t going anywhere, she let him go, and began rambling about the new house. She told him that the furniture for her bedroom, the nursery, and the rest of the house was going to be
delivered. She couldn’t wait to finally have everything she always wanted. Mattie had decided to surprise her dad by having the boxes labeled and ready to be
packed so they could pack fairly quickly. All they had to do was to finish packing,
and then they would be ready to move the next day. When they finally made it
to the rest of the family, Mackenzie reached out for her daddy.
“DA!”
“Ah,
you didn’t forget me did you baby?” He brushed his finger against
her cheek. He turned to his mother and Frank.
“Thanks for watching the kids for me. I really appreciate it.”
“Harm,
we are their grandparents, we wouldn’t think of it otherwise.”
He
was looking around for Mac, and realized that she was no where to be found. Frank
saw him looking around, “Harm, she tried to get away from work today, but couldn’t. She said to tell you though she wanted you to see you when you get to work after Mackenzie’s appointment.”
“Thanks
Frank.”
They
dropped Mattie off at work so she could at least work most of the day at the camp, and then took Mackenzie to her check up. As they were leaving Bethesda, he saw Lieutenant Blumenthal. He stopped to address them.
“Lieutenant
Blumenthal, let me introduce my parents, Trish and Frank Burnett.”
“Pleased
to meet you. Commander, I just wanted to let you know that we have found Mackenzie’s
biological mother. She said she would get in contact with you.”
Harm,
who secretly wished that Mackenzie’s birth mother wouldn’t be found, was a little frightened at the thought that
someone might try to take his angel away from him. He held the girl a little
tighter. “Commander, I hope I didn’t bring you any unpleasant news.”
“Thank
you for the update Lieutenant.” Harm left the lieutenant standing in the
middle of the hallway. He strapped Mackenzie in her car seat and dropped his
parents off. He said he needed to spend some quality time with his daughter.
1100
EST
JAG
Headquarters
Falls Church, VA
Harm
walked into the office with Mackenzie on his arm. She squealed with delight when
she saw Admiral Jonas. Harm gave Mackenzie a half-hearted smile.
“Commander,
a word with you in my office.”
“Aye,
Aye.” Harm followed the admiral into his office. He handed Mackenzie over to Coates, “Coates.”
“No
need to explain sir. Besides, what good is having a surrogate daughter if you
can’t do stuff like this.”
He
stood at attention in front of the admiral. “Sorry sir, I know I should
have dropped Mackenzie off at the daycare.”
“Don’t
worry yourself about that Rabb. At ease.
Me and Mackenzie came to a little understanding when I was babysitting for Colonel Mackenzie while you were abroad,” He pulled out a little toy, “This keeps her really happy, I discovered. What did you find while questioning the troops?”
“There
was scuttlebutt around the camps that these men were sympathizers. When I heard
this, I immediately called Commander Turner to put a trace on any email or phone records that could tie these men to those
claims.”
“How
do you plan on proceeding?”
“I
plan on charging them with articles 81, 84, 85, 87, 93, 132, and 133. We are
ready to proceed as soon as possible.”
“I
concur with you. Make the big ones stick.
As I have said before, I know that I haven’t been here very long at all, but there is something bothering you.”
“It’s
personal sir.”
“Concerning?”
“They
have found Mackenzie’s biological mother, and whereas I can be really happy, I am worried that the woman may want custody
of her. But my first, and foremost priority right now is this case.”
“The
reassurance was definitely needed Commander. Spend time with your daughter, but
try not to cause an uproar in the office. Dismissed Commander.”
Harm
saluted and turned briskly on his heel, and went towards Mac’s office. He
saw Mac with Mackenzie. He smiled, he wished that Mackenzie was really hers. He stood in the doorway and watched Mackenzie grab for the rattle. Mac sensing there was someone behind her turned around, “Hey there sailor. I was teaching Mackenzie to think like at marine.”
He
clutched his hand over his heart, “My baby, a marine?? Never!”
“How
was the trip Stickboy?”
“Well,
it looks like I will be able nail these bastards.”
“Good.”
Mackenzie
looked up at her father, and reached for him. “Hey baby. Are you ready for lunch?” She gurgled, and Mac’s stomach began to growl, “It sounds like
the both of you are ready for lunch.”
“Well,
you get to go change her, and I will make the bottle in the break room.” Mac told him.
“Why
do I get to do the dirty work?”
“Because
she wants you, she adores you, and loves you,” Mac answered back. Harm
looked at her, and got this sad smile on his face.
“You
know Mac, everything seems so perfect, and now, it might be all ripped away.”
“Harm,
you can’t think like that. It doesn’t work to be pessimistic. Let’s go have a nice lunch with that adorable little girl of yours, and then
lets get you packed after we get done with work.”
“Sounds
like a plan Mac.” He gave Mac a hug.
“I know I haven’t been around lately, and I might be giving you mixed signals, running hot and cold, but
Mac, I wouldn’t be able to do things without you, and I wanted you to know that.
I want to do this relationship right. I know that both of us have things
we have to work through right now, so I have a suggestion. I told you I would
go as slow as you needed, just let me know though if we are crawling.”
Mac
just squeezed him some more. At least she knew where he was coming from, and
at least now she knew he was feeling overwhelmed by everything. She knew she
could help him by telling him that she was Mackenzie’s biological mother, but still felt like it was best if she waited
until after the trial. She needed time to adjust.
So much happened to her the past year, she knew it would only take a little for the bough to break. The last thing they needed was a mistrial to happen due to a slip up on their parts.
She
watched him change Mackenzie on his desk. It was amazing how well they took to
each other, it was like he had known about Mackenzie her entire life. She went
to pick up Mackenzie as he grabbed her baby bag. To any normal person looking
at them, the eye would have detected a perfectly happy family.
Chapter
Twenty
0900 EST
1395 Kalmia Drive
King George, VA
It
was finally moving day. It’s not like Mattie could have let Harm forget
about it. She had woken him up at 0600 asking when it would be time to go. They had moved everything into the U-Haul the night before that they wouldn’t
need in the morning so Jen could get started moving her stuff into the “bachalorette pad” as she like to call
it. Jen would miss having Mattie as a roommate, but they knew there would be
plenty of sleepovers, especially with a baby in the big house.
Harm
had only asked Sturgis and Bud over to help with the move, but much to his surprise, AJ Chegwidden was there, along with Admiral
Jonas, Mikey Roberts, Clayton Webb, and a few others from Jag.
Harm
walked up to them and greeted each of them.
“Sirs,
you didn’t have to come.” He said addressing both retired Admiral
Chegwidden and Admiral Jonas.
“Of
course I had to come Harm,” AJ said, “I needed to see the young woman who has finally gotten you to settle down. Besides, Mac called, and as her surrogate father, I wanted to make sure that no-one
would be over working her.”
“Well,
Mac should be coming anytime now with Mackenzie and Mattie. Her and my parents
decided to bring everyone breakfast. I hope they had the right count.”
Admiral
Jonas looked up, “Well I decided to come Rabb, because between you and me, I wanted to make sure that you got everything
right. Besides, AJ and I wanted to swap stories of you.” AJ started to chuckle.
“So
Harm, Jonas has told me that you were going to prosecute the people who held Mac captive.”
“Yes
sir.”
“Drop
the sir. I am no longer your CO, its just AJ.”
“Okay,
si-AJ.”
Admiral
Jonas stood there listening to the conversation, “Does Jonas know about the old demons that may come out Rabb?”
“What
old demons?” Harm and Jonas said together.
“Rabb! You haven’t told him.”
“Sir,
I can remain completely objective, and my past will only lead to better prosecution of these people.”
“Spill
it Rabb.”
“Yes,
sir Admiral Jonas.” He stood there ramrod straight. “Most of it is still classified, which is why it isn’t in my service record, but 9 years ago,
the Chinese held me captive, for a couple of days, and tortured me to find out what our policies were on Hong Kong.”
“Harm,
you can’t divulge anymore information and you know that.” Clayton
Webb said has he walked up with a box in his hands.
“I
know Clay. Trust me, I know, after working for the CIA, I know.”
“Rabb,
you should have told me earlier. I would have reassigned you, you are already
to close to this case with you and Mackenzie being close friends already.”
“Sir,
I have told you, I can remain completely objective about this case, and my first hand knowledge on this will prove to be useful.” Harm took the box from Clay and took it upstairs to Mattie’s room. He looked around his older daughter’s room and sunk to his knees.
There were some demons he wanted to keep buried. It wasn’t like
he wanted to relieve all those haunting memories.
The
three men stood there for a little looking at each other realizing the amount of things that Harm had to endure to get to
where he was today. His life was finally coming to a comfortable place and was
trying desperately to hold on to.
Harm
got up and looked out the window and saw Mac pull up in his Lexus with his children.
He bounded down the stairs to go meet them, right behind Mac his parents pulled up.
“Harm,
are you already yelling at people, I pulled up and it seemed like you killed their dog.”
“No
Mac,” he started.
“Sorry
about the scowls Colonel, we were talking about some unpleasantries.” AJ
told them.
“Don’t
worry yourself AJ. Thank you for coming.
Before Harm forgets his manners, this is Mackenzie Nicole Rabb. I think
she finally calmed the beast in him.” She handed Mackenzie over to her
former C.O. He seemed so comfortable with a baby in his arms.
“Did
you know AJ, the other day in my office, Harm wished that his children were ugly and stupid, that way no guys would hit on
them. Unfortunately, Rabb has his work cut out for him.”
“Hello there little miss. Well Rabb
you are going to have your work cut out for you. Mattie here is blossoming into
a fine young lady and Mackenzie will follow suit. You are going to be one those
dads with a shut gun on the front porch when they go out on dates.”
“Uncle
AJ! Don’t give him any ideas.”
Mattie started to whine.
“Don’t
worry Mattie, I don’t plan on getting a shot gun,” Harm smiled. He
added a little wink, “I have my service weapon I plan on cleaning in front of your dates.”
“Dad!” Mattie started.
“Mathilda
Grace, whining is so unbecoming, besides, I’m sure he is only teasing sweetie.
Now go up stairs and straighten out your room.” Trish said putting
on a smile.
“Yes
Gram.”
“Mr.
and Mrs. Burnett how nice it is to finally meet you.” AJ said greeting
them.
“Admiral
Chegwidden, it is a pleasure to finally meet the man that Harm has talked about over the years.”
“Mrs.
Burnett, Mr. Burnett, its AJ.”
“Call
us Frank and Trish,” Frank said while handing him a croissant.
Mackenzie
just then let out a wail, reaching for her father. Harm reached for her. “What’s going on baby? Just
need your daddy huh? Okay little sailor, lets go get you settled for a little
bit.” She immediately snuggled up and put her head down on his shoulder. He brushed the dark curls that were forming in her hair. “Daddy is going to put you in the pack-n-play in the living room with your cousin Jimmy. AJ is in there watching cartoons,” he told her. Mac
was standing there and handed him a freshly made croissant.
“Eat
something before you pass out. You have been at this for hours.”
“Thanks
Mac. You take it easy too. You haven’t
been back all that long.”
Mac
looked at AJ and Webb. “So what is it that you guys were talking about? He was fine this morning when I picked up the Lexus.
He was happy about the move, and now he seems to be withdrawing.”
“As
I said Mac, unpleasantries.”
“Why
are you being so cryptic Webb?”
“China,” was all AJ Chegwidden had to say.
Mac
put that in a little filing drawer she had in her brain. She would ask Harm about
this in a while, when the timing was right.
1200
EST
Harm’s new place
King
George, VA
They
had most of the bigger stuff already moved in. All they had to do was unpack
all the boxes now. Harm was in the kitchen and the two admirals had decided to
do Harm’s office. They were getting a hoot out of each other swapping Harm
stories and making sure his office was in order, that way at least his office would be in workable condition before the start
of work on Monday.
Harm
had gotten bored putting the stuff away in the kitchen, so he decided to let Harriet and Bud tackle that, and he moved up
to his bedroom. Knowing that Mackenzie would be needing a nap soon, he went into
the living room to claim her from her two older cousins. Mattie was in her room
blasting the music getting everything arranged the way she wanted it.
He
knocked her door that was already adorned with the “Keep Out” sign. He
groaned, and Frank started laughing. “Mattie, turn it down, Mackenzie
is getting ready for her nap.”
“Sorry
Dad,” she yelled through the door.
“You
did the same thing when you were her age when we got the new house in La Jolla. Remember
that. You were so angry at me and your mother for moving you away from your old
neighborhood.”
Harm
nodded with a look of pain in his eyes. “I remember thinking to myself,
if we moved away, and if Dad came back, he wouldn’t be able to find us.”
“I
kinda figured that was the deal. Anyway, your mother wanted to storm into your
room and tan you behind.” Frank chuckled at the thought of Trish getting
violent.
“And
you stopped me. Frank said if I were to storm in there and give you a piece of
my mind that you would just rebel even more.” Trish said finishing her
husband’s sentence.
“Now
that Mattie has calmed down that so-called music, I am going to put Mackenzie down for a nap.”
“Well,
before you do anything, I want you to come and see the nursery. Mac and I have
it all set up and decorated. If you don’t like it, you can change it, just
not until we leave.” His mother said.
“Close your eyes.”
“Mom,”
he started to protest, but when he saw how important it was to her that he was surprised.
He held Mackenzie in one arm, and closed held his eyes shut with his hands. Mackenzie
started giggling. Trish led him into the room.
“Are
you ready to see what we have done.” Mac squealed. “Open your eyes sailor.”
Harm
opened his eyes, on the empty wall, there were three different colors of light blues, yellows, and pinks color blocks, and
each had a different word in it play, inspire, laugh, grow, learn, sing, and dance.
The big bay window had the colors of the color blocks incorporated in the sheer curtains, on the ledge of the window
were pictures of Mackenzie, Mattie, and Harm. There was the chair that Harm had
picked out where he could read to her at night. The crib was a white painted
wood on top of a rug that also had the colors in it. But what Harm loved the
most was the book shelf that had several different story books on it, pictures of the family, and her stuffed toys. Above the changing table, Mackenzie’s name was spelled out wooden letters that were suspended by
colorful ribbons.
He
hugged his baby close. Her eyes danced around the room. “Well baby, it looks like Aunt Mac and Grams forgot a very important element: planes.”
“No
we didn’t Harm. Look inside of her crib.” Mac said. He went over the crib and upon closer inspection,
he found a stuffed F-14 sitting in the middle of it, also there was a mobile that they hadn’t put up yet that had the
F-14’s as the center piece. Along the foot board panel, there was also
a little mural of an F-14 flying off of an aircraft carrier. “If you look
a little closer at that mural that me and your mother had done, ‘Hammer’ is written for the pilot name. That way it is like her grandfather is watching over her, and when you can’t be around, she has a
reminder of what you are doing.”
“I
can’t take credit for the mural inside the crib Harm, that was all Mac’s idea.
She even found the stuffed plane. I wanted to keep it all pink, but she
insisted on a little military tribute in here somewhere.” Trish grabbed
Mackenzie from his arms. “Until the paint fumes leave though, my grandbaby
will not sleep in here.” She left, leaving them alone in the nursery.
“Do
you like it Flyboy?” Mac asked.
“Like
it? No, actually, this is exactly what I would have done. I love it. You know me so well Mac.”
“Anything
for Mackenzie.”
He
looked at Mac and started laughing. “Hey Marine, you have paint on your
nose.” He touched her nose ever so slightly, and both of them could feel
the electric charge. They immediately broke contact. Just then Harm leaned down and kissed her.
“I
know I said we were going to take it slow, and we will, I just don’t want to crawl.”
“Harm,”
Mac started, “We have already known each other for eight years, I know not to push you, I think we have already done
enough crawling.” She cupped his cheek, and kissed him back. “Maybe this isn’t the best of ideas with a retired admiral and our current CO downstairs.”
“Probably
not.”
They
released each other reluctantly. They would have to face everything soon enough. The rest of moving went on without incident.