Hide and Seek
by Jen Turner
Disclaimers: None of the Virtual Season authors make any claim to the
characters or creations here in. We are just trying to tell the
stories we want to see.
Summary: Harm and Mac fight the jungle, and each other, to survive.
Spoilers: Anything in the real series is fair game, specifically
Lawyers, Guns and Money, Pas de Deux, and A Tangled Webb.
Thank yous: To Lisa and Valerie for the beta, and to the rest of the
virtual season authors.
To the readers: Thank you to everyone who has supported, enjoyed,
and been great during the past four summers. The Virtual Season
wouldn't have been back for a second year without the readers, and
definitely not for year three and four. In all likelihood this will
be the last summer for the virtual season. This is the end of JAG
the way we, the authors, want it, and hopefully the way our readers
want it also.
Archive: You can find this and the rest of the stories on the
evening they are posted at the Virtual Season archive
Hide and Seek
South American Jungle
Day
The branches could still be heard cracking overhead. The plane settled and the two passengers were out cold. Blood trickled down Harm's forehead from a gash just above his eyebrow. Mac's facial features were unmarred from the crash but she was bleeding from a cut in her leg.
The wind whistled in the trees and smoke was still rolling from the truck explosion. Once they awoke, they could only hope they were far enough away from the terrorists because they weren't getting very far on foot.
In the back, Harm stirred a bit. He slowly came alert and noticed his own injuries, they were nothing a bit of stream water wouldn't solve for now. It wasn't like he could give himself stitches in the jungle. Thankfully, from what he could tell, he didn't need them anyway. He was more worried about Mac. A quick glance at his watch told him it had been more than a half an hour since they had crash landed into the brush. He leaned forward to try and wake Mac.
He said her name, hoping to get her attention. "Mac." When he got no response, he spoke louder. "Mac, come on." She moved her head a bit on her own and her eyes slowly came open.
"Harm?" She tried to turn her head to look at him in the backseat, but her neck was to stiff for her to move. She winced, trying to not let out the groan that was building within her.
"Don't move your head." He reached over the seat as best he could and tried to massage her neck so it wouldn't hurt. "Feel better?"
"You're good at that Harm, but I'm really going to need a chiropractor."
"I don't think we're going to be able to find one out here." They both laughed a little, as much as they dared in the situation. "Do you think you can walk?"
"Yeah." She answered, and he climbed down the plane. He reached out his hand to her and helped her step out of the plane. When she was on the ground, they both looked each other over, ostensibly looking for wounds. They both noticed the nasty gash in her leg.
"We're going to have to wrap that, Mac." She watched as he took off the shirt he was wearing, leaving him bare chested. He ripped both the sleeves off and used one of them for a bandage for her leg. "We'll save the other one for later." He put the shirt back on, sans sleeves.
"Doctor Harm to the rescue, again." She quipped.
"By the way, Mac, that deranged hillbilly, he shot you. He didn't stab you."
Mac thought about it for a moment. "You're right, I can't believe I forgot that."
"It's been a long few days."
"And it's going to be an even longer next few days." She looked at the plane, it was beyond repair as far as she could see. "Harm, how are we getting out of here?"
"We walk, and hope that the first people we come to aren't deranged hillbillies or international terrorists."
"Which way?" She asked. Harm pointed the way the plane was facing, and they set off.
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At the checkpoint, Gunnery Sergeant Victor Galindez was getting impatient. He had answered all the `officers' questions and they were still hassling him. "Look, I'm serious. That man is going to die without medical attention."
"Do I look like I care?" Gunny had had enough. He took a swing at the officer, landing him on his rear end. Gunny looked at Webb in the car, and was disturbed to realize he was really running out of time. He looked back at the officer on the ground, just in time to see his comrades pushing toward him.
****
JAG Headquarters
Day 1
Bud leaned over the copier and watched as his copies came out of the machine. "Bud."
"Lieutenant Roberts."
He looked up and saw Harriet and Jennifer approaching him from two different sides, both speaking at the same time.
"You have to do something."
"We just can't sit here and do nothing."
"Lieutenant Sims, Petty Officer Coates, take turns speaking, please." He said to them, motioning for them to follow him to his office.
"Sir, isn't there anything we can do?"
"Coates, what are we supposed to do? The Commander isn't in the Navy anymore, the Colonel is on `loan' to the CIA. It's not a Navy matter."
"Well, it needs to be." Harriet shot back.
Outside Bud's office, Admiral Chegwidden shook his head and walked away unseen.
"Until the Admiral says something, all we can do is wait."
"What about Miss Gayle, can't she help?"
"Let's give Commander Rabb more time, maybe will hear from them soon."
******
South American Jungle
Day 1
"So, you and Webb looked pretty cozy there for a minute."
"Harm, it's been a long day, a long few days. Please don't start this jealous crap now." She looked away as she said it, not facing him.. The tree they were leaning against gave them some protection from the afternoon heat.
"Okay," he answered, picking up a blade of grass between him thumb and forefinger. He'd finally figured out why she meant so much to me, and he had to fight *Webb* for her? He wasn't sure how that's going to work out.
"You are only like this when I've got one foot out the door, or you think there's a threat."
"I thought you didn't want to talk about it?"
"I don't."
"Then let's talk about how we're going to get out of here."
"And how you're going to explain to that nice German man how you wrecked his plane."
He sighed and tossed the blade of grass back to the ground.
"I'm not sure how I'm going to be paying him back for that."
"You'll be working it off for months."
"Yeah, after I find a job."
She turned then, stunned at what he'd said. Her mouth was gaping open.
You could probably omit the second sentence. Her expression is obvious from the conversation and doesn't need to be described.
"Close your mouth, you'll catch flies."
"What do you mean, find a job?"
He'd given up his career to rescue her from danger, but somehow that didn't seem important in light of what he saw between her and Webb. She'd once admitted she had told Dalton she loved him just before he died, and he couldn't help but wonder if this was the same thing. But he had seen this with his own two eyes. He didn't know what to think, and this really wasn't the time or place for that discussion, anyway.
"When the Admiral wouldn't give me a legitimate reason for coming after you, or grant me emergency leave, I resigned my commission."
"You gave up your career for me?"
"Mic did, why are you so surprised that I would?"
"You've never been good at articulating your feelings."
"You've never been good at waiting around for me to answer your questions, you drop bombshells and leave before I can answer."
They sat there for a few more minutes, neither of them really saying anything. They were both too tired to fight. They had been walking for hours, hoping for some kind of miracle.
"How are we going to get out of here?" She asked.
"We need to get some sleep, you've been through a lot and we're both in pain. We'll take turns sleeping and keep going in a few hours."
"Harm, there isn't anything going on between Clay and I."
"Didn't look that way to me."
"Please, don't do this right now, Harm."
"You're the one who keeps bringing it back up. Do you feel guilty or something?"
"We'll talk about this when we get out of here." She settled down beside him for some sleep.
Harm had been hoping she might decide to use him for a pillow, but given the state of their relationship at the moment, that wasn't going to happen.
*******
Mennonite Farm
Day 1
"I have something you might be interested in." He spoke into his cell phone.
He was surrounded by state of the art computer and surveillance equipment and using an expensive cell phone. It really contradicted the poor, Mennonite farmer he had portrayed for Harm and Mac. He pulled out Harm's passport and turned back to the computer. But Erik Reichman had been very good at covering his tracks. It was what had made him one of the CIA's most trusted operatives, back in his younger days.
"A man and his pregnant wife came and borrowed my plane. They said she was in labor."
He shook his head in disagreement and what the person on the other end said.
"No, this wasn't Mr. Williams.".
****
Sadiq was angry and he didn't know what to do next. The bodies of several of his men lay around him, burned almost beyond recognition from the explosion and ensuing fire. He had to step around one of them to get close to the truck.
The missiles and all of them men with them were gone. Six months of planning, trust bought and sold with American money, with drugs. All of it was gone.
All he knew was one thing. "Find them," he barked into the phone while staring at the still smoldering remains of what was his stinger missiles. "Kill them!"
****
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JAG Headquarters
Night 1
Admiral Chegwidden sat in his office chair watching the sunset over Washington. He had sent the rest of the staff home early after it became apparent that no one was getting any work done, between worrying about Rabb and MacKenzie and all but badgering him to intervene somehow. As much as he hated it, officially his hands *were* tied.
He turned his swivel chair around at the knock on his door. "It's like a ghost town out there." Sturgis stood in the door and waited for the Admiral to motion him inside his inner sanctum.
"Come in commander, have a seat. I guess I need to bring you up to speed." Sturgis sat down. Having been in Norfolk for the past few days, he had missed all the `excitement'. Chegwidden told Sturgis everything about the past few days, ending with Rabb resigning his commission to go after Mac.
"He quit for her?" Sturgis asked, shaking his head. "And everyone else on staff can't understand you can't officially do anything, right?"
"That about sums it up."
"Maybe there is something to be done." They both looked up to see a man standing there. AJ didn't recognize him specifically, but he recognized his type. He was older than AJ, the worry lines on his face a little more distinguished. The expensive suit indicated he wasn't military. But the way he carried himself screamed importance somehow.
"And you are?" AJ asked.
"Deputy Director Kershaw, Central Intelligence Agency."
****
South American Jungle
Night 1
It was dark in the wilderness and Harm and Mac were both asleep. Through the night Mac had rolled closer to Harm, she was practically touching him they were so close.. She woke up first and raised herself to a sitting position. When she moved it woke Harm also.
"How long have we been asleep?" he asked.
"Long enough," she answered. They both looked at the wound on her leg. They had stopped not far from a stream and a waterfall. Mac looked over at it longingly for a moment.
"If you want to use the stream as a bath, I swear to be a good boy." She looked at him for a second.
"Have you forgotten your survival training?"
"No, why?" He asked.
"We have no idea what is in that stream. I think I'll use the waterfall." She walked toward the waterfall, taking off her shirt. She had shed the pregnancy suit back with the plane. She threw her shirt in Harm's direction and he caught it in the air.
He looked around him once more, wondering how they were going to get to safety. Together, they had been in some pretty good jams before, but this one was different. Hopefully, Gunny and Webb had made it to a hospital, so they really didn't have anyone they could trust in country. He didn't know where they were, only that they were heading north, toward the biggest tropical rainforest on the planet, probably not the friendliest place for them to go. Sooner or later they were going to hit Brazil, if they made it through the rainforest. All they could hope was the first people they came to were friendly.
She came back a few minutes later, her hair wet and using the pregnancy suit to cover were her shirt should have been.
He handed her the shirt, and made a big show of closing his eyes while she put it on.
"You want to go next?" She asked.
"First I want to rewrap your leg." He wrapped the other shirt sleeve around her wounded leg. It wasn't bleeding anymore, but he really didn't want to see her get an infection. It was a pretty ugly cut.
Afterward he set off for the waterfall, returning her favor of tossing his shirt at her. She admired the view from behind. So much had happened since that night in his apartment, she wasn't sure where they stood anymore. Hell, she thought to herself, she was never sure where they stood period. The kiss with Webb was an extension of the stressful situation they had been in, and maybe on some levels was meant to comfort him. She still wasn't sure Gunny was going to be able to get him medical attention in time.
Regardless of everything he had always put them through, she liked and respected Clay. But he wasn't her future, and she knew that. She wasn't going to make the same mistake with Clay that she had with Mic. But, as she kept telling Harm, right now wasn't the time or place for those discussions. She wasn't so sure things had changed on Harm's end, anyway.
He was back before she knew it. "What's the plan?" He asked.
"We walk until we find people and hope they aren't terrorists?" She repeated his idea from earlier in the day. "We haven't been walking very long, so I think Brazil is still to the north. Unless we're in Argentina."
"No, we were going east in the plane, and now we're going north. Unless they've moved Argentina since I was on the plane down here, that's not an option." He thought for a minute or two. "Although, Paraguay is only about 200 miles across at the bottom, so Argentina is a far off option."
"Are we going to keep going north?" She asked.
"No, know that I've had time to think, I think west is the best option. East is jungle, north is rainforest."
"Do you want to keep going in the dark." They both looked up, the full moon shining down on them and before either could say anything, they both set off.
It's night? When did that happen? Sorry, there were no indications the sun had set, so I assumed they were still in daylight.
*****
Mennonite Farm
Night 1
The flood lights on the farm pointed toward the sky and the helicopter. What Harm and Mac had failed to realize was that the simple Mennonite man and his farm were a cover for a base of operations.
*****
Windex makes it shine!
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Sight of the destroyed missiles
Night 1
"You promised me there wouldn't be any trouble. You said you had everything on your end under control. That," Ali pointed toward the remains of the semi, "doesn't look like under control to me."
The sun was rising behind them, and the landscape was quiet in the early morning hours.
"I'll find them," Hardy replied. While Harm and Mac had underestimated the Mennonite, Webb had underestimated Edward Hardy, the CIA station chief. The lure of easy money had been too much for the man to resist. Raul Garcia had approached him five months earlier, waving around more money than Hardy would make in five years. Even though he had pledged his service to his country, after being stuck in South America, it wasn't hard to turn his allegiance around.
"Forgive me if I trust my people more than yours."
"My people have technology on their side."
"My people have been hunting prey since before you had a culture to invent the technology."
"Ali..." Hardy started, but Ali cut him off with a wave of a gun in his face.
"I don't want to hear your excuses. I want my missels back, but since that isn't an option, I'll settle for the bodies of the infidels."
"I have people searching for them in the air and on foot," Hardy continued. "They appear to be very good at playing hide and seek."
"What are their orders once they find them?"
****
Air above South America
Morning, Day 2
The helicopter circled the wreckage from above. The co-pilot spoke over the microphone, "we found your plane, boss."
From the other side the pilot maneuvered the controls to swing back around. "How far do you think they could have gotten?" He asked.
"It would depend on how injured they are. She's a marine and he's a fighter pilot, barring a broken leg or anything, they could be anywhere. The better question is, which direction did they go?"
***
"I'm hungry," Mac said. She and Harm were leaning against a tree, both trying not to fall over from exhaustion. After their waterfall baths last night, they had kept on walking using the light of the moon as their guide.
"So, am I. Unfortunately, we just can't call up for room service."
"Do you think anything out here is edible?" She looked around at the vegetation surrounding them.
"Well, the bananas look pretty good to me." They both reached up for a few at the same time and brushed their hands together. They stared at their hands for a moment, both being taken back to a time in the Admiral's living room. Were things ever going to work out with them?
"Are you sure we're heading east?" She asked. It wasn't the first time on this trip she had asked the question. She was getting tired of asking and having him laugh it off.
"How many times do I have to ask? Yes, I'm sure" Harm said, a little more strongly than necessary.
"Hey, I'm just asking. I'm taking a lot on faith here, buddy. I'm tired, hungry and worried about us and Gunny and Webb. So forgive me for not trusting your internal compass."
"I trust your internal clock all the time."
"My internal clock is proven, when we have proof of what direction we're going, I'll trust your internal compass."
He sighed and squatted down for a moment, "Can we call a truce until we get out of here? We're both stressed out and snipping at each other for no reason isn't going to help matters any."
"But that helicopter might." They both looked up to the sky and saw a chopper in the distance.
"Hide," Harm whispered, and pulled Mac into the underbrush surrounding them.
"Why? It could be help?"
"The only two people we know we can trust down here had better be at a hospital by now, Mac." She looked at him like he had lost his mind, but she didn't say anything. They stayed that way until the sound of the chopper went away. Harm peeked his head out and saw that the coast was clear.
Silently, they set off again.
****
Ali looked at the wreckage of the plane. He saw the trail of blood from the front of the plane to the spot just to the left of his foot. Hardy stared at the spot on the ground.
"Do you think you can track it?" Ali asked his one of his remaining men.
"Perhaps," the man answered.
"Well, get to it!" The men set off in the woods, not knowing how far behind them they were.
"Well, we're farther along today than we were yesterday." Hardy looked at Ali.
"I can't believe they let you run CIA operations in your country! No wonder your country is so incompetent!"
"Hey, these weren't my people."
"I don't care whose people they were."
Hardy opened his mouth to say something, but anything he would have said was silenced by the bullet Ali planted in his forehead.
****
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The green helicopter circled back around the wreckage of the plane. The pilot hoping that maybe they had decided to come back to it The pilot, a former Marine, got out and walked over to the body of Hardy.
"Who is that?" He asked Sturgis, who was walking up behind him.
"It's not Harm or Mac and that is all that matters." Sturgis answered, silently saying a prayer for his lost friends. He picked the guys wallet out of his pocket.
"Call in a team to this location to get his body. He was one of ours." He headed back to the helicopter, signaling to the team members in the back that they weren't needed, yet.
Kershaw's visit to Chegwidden had proved interesting.
Kershaw had received word from one of his most trusted former agents, Reichman, that Harm and Mac had taken off in his plane. Reichman had called the hospital in Asuncion and been told that they hadn't checked in. He had noticed the couple was acting different, especially how Sarah's labor pains, and worry over her baby had went away so quickly. Using his computer he ran a check on Harm and then called Kershaw.
Chegwidden and Kershaw agreed that the best course of action was to get Harm and Mac out of there as quickly as possible. It still had to be an unsanctioned rescue because of both organizations policies not to negotiate with terrorists. But, since they really weren't being held by terrorist, it would be able to be done.
Chegwidden had acquired a former Marine helo pilot who owed him a favor and Kershaw had approved the use of a paramilitary force of the CIA's. He sent Sturgis along so Harm and Mac would know who to trust.
****
Mac had been watching the sky all morning and afternoon. She knew the rain was going to come soon, she just hoped she and Harm found some shelter before hand. As long as she didn't decide to kill him first.
Their trip through the jungle hadn't been pleasant. They had been snapping at each other for the least little thing all day. They couldn't find help soon enough for her.
"It's going to rain soon," Harm said.
"Are you just now figuring that out?"
"Can we call a truce here, Mac? I don't want to fight with you anymore."
"At least until we get help."
"Good, let me look at your leg again." He didn't have anything left of his shirt to use for a bandage and still be covered from the insects in the jungle. He was going to have to use her shirt this time.
"Turn around and I'll tear one of the sleeves off my shirt."
He did as she asked, and she took her shirt off. She then tore both sleeves off as he had done with his and put the shirt back on.
"It's safe now." He turned around and went to the stream beside them and dipped her sleeve in the water. He very gently removed the scrap of his sleeve from her leg and wrapped the fresh one around the wound. It wasn't bleeding anymore, but he still wasn't taking any chances with her.
"I'm going to get us out of here," he said. They looked at one another for a moment, each remembering other times they had to get each other out of trouble.
"I know," she whispered, nodding her head with him.
****
On horseback, Ali's men were able to track Harm and Mac. From a distance, they saw them beside the stream.
Overhead the military helicopter circled again.
"Harm, we need to flag that chopper down," Mac said.
"We don't know..." Harm started.
She cut him off this time, tired of his reasons why.
"You're right, we don't know! Do you want to spend the next how ever many days trekking through the jungle and eating whatever fruit we can find? There isn't a million dollar prize for whoever lasts the longest in this, Harm. The only thing in this is death." She cut him off this time, tired of his reasons why.
"Mac," he said, watching as she marched angrily into a clearing. She started waving her hands furiously, hoping to catch the helicopter's attention. The only thing she captured immediately was the attention of Ali's men. They started advancing on her quickly, and Harm went into the clearing with her.
From the air, Sturgis noticed the two in the clearing, he realized they were getting ready to fight off a hostile attack. He gave the team the go ahead to engage as soon as they landed. The helo landed and the team disembarked.
Unarmed, all Mac and Harm could really do was watch as the paramilitary team took out Ali and his men.
After it was all said and done, they noticed Sturgis and went over to him.
"Where are we?" Mac asked Sturgis
"Between Asuncion and Villarrica," he anwered. "Come on in, we're going to be heading to the Embassy. I think there are two people you'd like to see."
"What about them?" Harm asked, pointing to the bodies of Ali and his men.
"We'll come back for them after we get you two to safety."
****
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American Embassy
Asuncion
A weary Harm and Mac walked into the US Embassy in Asuncion.
"It's good to see you ma'am, Harm." Gunny looked at them.
"Gunny!" Mac said, surprised to see him. "Where is Clay?"
"He's in the hospital here. They think he'll be stable enough to move to Washington in a few days."
"I need to see him," she said. Harm tried to hide the disappointment in his eyes. He knew they had been through a lot together. He knew she was worried about him, he just didn't know, or want to know, how deep that concern ran.
"He's been asking about you. I didn't tell him we didn't know where you were." He told Mac how to get to the room and she set off as soon as she knew enough. Sturgis, Harm, and Gunny sat down.
"I’m surprised to see you guys here" Harm said.
"I ran into the same checkpoint you and I did. He tried to hold me up, and I ended up just driving through the checkpoint. I decided the Embassy was probably the best place for us, even if they don't have the best medical facilities. I'd rather die surrounded by friendlies."
"Smart decision," Sturgis said.
"And you," Harm pointed at Turner. "You didn't resign your commission too did you?"
"No, I didn't." Sturgis explained to Harm how he had come to be there.
"And Edward Hardy was shot by Sadiq Ali. We believe he has been working with him on this op all along." All three men turned to see Catherine Gayle walking toward them.
"Hi, honey," Harm said jokingly as she came toward them.
"Is this where you've always wanted to go on your honeymoon?" She asked.
Sturgis and Gunny both looked at Harm, questioningly.
"I'll explain later," he said to them. "What are you doing here?"
"Kershaw said that since I created this mess by getting you a call with him, I could come see it through."
"If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go see about a room," Sturgis said.
"I'll show you to the cafeteria on the way there." Gunny and Sturgis both walked away, leaving Harm and Catherine alone.
"How's your mom?" He asked.
"She's at home, Andrew hired a nurse to stay with her during the day and we're taking turns at night. They still don't think she has much time left, the experimental medicine might not work for very long."
"You haven't told her the truth have you?" He asked.
"No."
From a distance, Mac watched the conversation. She recognized Miss Gayle, but really had no idea why she and Harm were looking so chummy. Webb had been asleep when she went to see him, and she decided to let him stay that way. She was looking for a shower and some dinner.
"Two steps forward, one step back," she muttered to herself before continuing on her way.
****
Sturgis, Gunny, and Catherine stood beside Webb's bedside, bringing him up to speed on Harm and Mac's rescue.
"Where is she? I need to see her."
"Right here," Mac said, walking into the room. With a shower and a meal, she was in a much better mood than she had been with Harm earlier. "Could you guys give us some time alone?" She asked.
The three of them understood everything they had been through and were glad to give them that time.
Mac sat beside Clay and took his hand in hers. "I need to thank you for everything you did for me out there."
"I didn't do enough, I got us into that mess."
"You had no way of knowing what was going to happen." She said.
"I still shouldn't have dragged you into it. I..."
"Clayton, don't. You might think you love me, but really you don't. And even if you did, at some point I need to stand up for myself."
At the hurt look on his face, she paused. She took a deep breath, and started her speech again.
"I've been practicing this for a few days, in my head of course. I like you, Clayton. I respect you and I like working for and with you. But I don't have romantic feelings for you."
"You could learn to."
"I did that once before and it didn't work out. I need to be able to say no to a man. I need to be able to prove to myself that I don't just run to every man that expresses an interest."
"It's because of Harm, isn't it?"
"Not entirely. I hope you understand, maybe in another life."
"Or maybe not," Webb smiled for the first time in days. Mac leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.
That was the point Harm showed up outside the door. This kiss hurt just as much to see as the last one had. He stood there for a few minutes, just watching them together before he cleared his throat.
Mac and Webb turned to him then, not a hint of remorse on their faces.
"I wanted to see how you were doing." He said.
"Well, as you can see, I'm going to live." Webb answered, trying a little levity.
"I'm going to leave you two boys alone. I need to see when we're getting out of here." She walked out of the room, leaving the door open.
They stood there in silence for a few minutes.
"I see you took better care of her than I did." Webb finally said, breaking the silence between them.
"I think she might have preferred you. She kept yelling at me."
"She just doesn't like it when you try to push her around."
"I don't push!"
Webb just rolled his eyes, thinking yeah right.
"Well, I'm glad you're going to be okay, I don't want to lose by forfeit."
"I didn't realize it was going to be a competition."
"I rolled over and played dead when she came back from Australia engaged to Brumby. Even though I like you a hundred times better than I ever liked him, I'm not making the same mistake twice."
Mac was hidden from both of their views, she smiled a little hearing Harm's declaration of his intentions. She just wish she knew exactly was going on with Catherine Gayle. She gave them a few more minutes and walked in the door.
"I just got off the phone with Admiral Chegwidden. We're leaving in the morning. And, Harm, he wanted me to tell you that he did in fact process your request, so you are going to get off that easily."
"And your new boss wants to know when you're starting." Catherine said to Harm.
"New boss?" Webb and Mac asked together,
The end.....
Next on the JAG virtual season by Susan!
Having given up his career to find Mac, Harm suddenly finds himself in new territory...
Cut to the inside of the office of the Deputy Director of the CIA.
"Harm, it's good to see you. I've been hearing some good things about you."
"Thank you, Sir," Harm replied.
"Please have a seat," Kershaw offered. He waited until Harm had settled into the chair before he continued, "What's on your mind?"
"The future, Sir," Harm replied.
While Mac returns to JAG to find herself in the middle of a media frenzy surrounding a fellow marine...
Cut to the inside of Admiral Chegwidden's office.
"Corporal David Jakes is accused of injuring four marines when he tossed a grenade into a weapons tent. During the chaos that followed, Corporal Mark Robertson was found stabbed to death."
Will they finally get a chance to get things right?
Cut to inside of Mac's office where she is relaxing in her chair talking on the phone.
"Are you asking me out on a date?" Mac inquired.
"I was hoping we could call it that," came Harm's reply over the line.
Or will Harm's new career be too much for them to handle?
Cut to inside of Mac's apartment.
"Do you want me to tell you that it's okay to ignore your own conscience and just do the job?"
"I didn't come here looking for justification for my actions."