Title: VS Episode Nine - Darkened Faithfulness
Author: Sharon
Feedback: sfc26@s...
Summary: Is Gunny working for the bad guys and Meredith finally gets the Admiral down the aisle. Well, sort of. Read and enjoy.
Disclaimer:The characters and concept of JAG all belong to Donald Bellisario. Please don't sue me as I really want to be able to afford to send my daughter to university.
Notes: This is dedicated to TC who was unable to write this year due to personal reasons. Stay smiling. Special thanks to Cathleen for a wonderful graphic and the beta read, Jen for all the encouragement and brainstorming and to Lisa for keeping me sane.
Rating: PG – due to a wee bit of violence.

Home of Valerie Galindez
Baltimore, Maryland
0039 Zulu

Gunny is sitting at a desk in the living room working on a laptop computer. In the background dance music is blaring from a stereo and Gunny's sister Valerie can just be seen dancing around in a bedroom as she folds laundry. The new mail icon flashes in the corner of the computer screen and Gunny switches from the document he is working on to the email program. Clicking to open the message his demeanor changes, brows draw together and the look of contemplation on his face becomes one of disbelief mingled with rage. Just before he hits the delete button the camera pans across the screen and the message is clearly visible.

"We don't take lightly to spies in our midst. Too bad Mr. Williams is not well enough to come to your rescue now. Give our regards to Agent Webb. We hear he's healing nicely. See you soon." The message is not signed. As soon as the message disappears from the screen, Gunny grabs his cell phone and dials out.

"Yeah, it's me. Someone is on to me. I thought you said no one would know I wasn't legit."

"You knew going in this might happen. Are you still staying with your sister?"

"Yes."

"Time to move on. They likely know where you are staying if they got a message to you."

"It was an email."

"Web based or through a provider?"

"Provider."

"Get out of there now, Victor. Would be a good idea to have your sister spend a few nights with friends. Contact me once you're settled for the night."

"I'm going."

"Oh, and Victor…"

"Yes."

"I don't need to tell you to keep Jag out of this, do I?"

"No, I don't need reminding. As long as no one there gets nosy, everyone stays safe. I won't forget."

"You're good people, Victor."

Gunny hangs up without replying. He walks into the bedroom where Valerie takes one look at his expression and raises the volume on the stereo. They speak using a series hand gestures and nods for less than a minute. He then leaves that room and enters the one beside it only long enough to grab his wallet and a packed duffel bag from out of the closet. Returning to the hall, Gunny is met by his sister now carrying a purse and a small suitcase. They share a brief hug and then together they leave the apartment. Valerie heads for her car and Gunny heads on foot down the street. He hasn't even cleared the driveway when he hears the telltale double click of a bomb choked engine. He drops his duffel, already screaming out his sister's name and turns to run back toward the parking lot just in time to see her car explode into flames.

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Harm's Loft
North of Union Station
0259 Zulu

Before Harm had even opened the door he could hear the muffled sobbing and smell the stench of burnt skin and clothing. Easing open the door he wished he'd taken a few seconds to get his gun. He could just make out the silhouette of a male figure slumped against his door frame when he hears Mac's voice and the sound of her running in his direction from the stairwell.

"Gunny, oh dear God. What happened?"

By the time Mac's words registered in his mind he had yanked the door the rest of the way open and was knelling at Gunny's side with Mac. The man was covered in ash and soot, and there were surface burns on his hands and arms. It was the devastated look in his eyes that caught Harm's attention and had him half dragging, half lifting Gunny into his apartment with more haste than the situation seemed to warrant.

"Mac, help me get him into the bathroom."

Mac moved along on one side of Gunny's limp body. He was moving along with them, but in more of a shuffle than in actual steps. "Gunny, can you tell us what happened? Where did you get these burns?"

Gunny coughed which was followed closely by another sob. It took a moment for both Harm and Mac to realize he was saying a name.

"Valerie."

Mac being Mac was the first to make the connection. "Your sister?"

Gunny nodded and then sat heavily on the closed toilet, holding his head in his hands as he cried quietly.

Harm, not certain what else to do, began to work on cleansing Gunny's hands to wrap them in aloe and gauze, but Mac stopped him with a gentle hand on his arm and together they left the bathroom and Gunny to his pain. Once in Harm's room she spoke, "What the hell do you think happened?"

"Your guess is as good as mine, but I think we need to get in touch with the Admiral."

"No!" The word was spoken with such harsh force that both Harm and Mac's backs went instantly straight. In didn't matter in that instance that they both outranked Gunny.

"You had better explain yourself, marine," Mac said.

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Home of Admiral AJ Chegwidden
Great Falls, Virginia
Same time

"Meredith, honey, this is a bit over the top, dontcha' think?" AJ stared at himself in the full length mirror noting the black tights, white stockings, black-pointed, heeled shoes, and puffed velvet jacket of rich ruby. "I look like a court jester," he mumbled.

"What, young man, do you have to complain about? A man of my advanced years should not be seen in public attired in my robe,"

Chaplin Turner remarked, but the gleam of merriment in his eyes softened the affect of his words even as he pulled at the ankle length brown robe he wore with the hand not clutching his cane.

"You both look as handsome as ever," Francesca said entering the house followed closely by a handsome man in his late thirties who bore a marked resemblance to Meredith.

"Francesca, you flatter your old man, but I'll take it." AJ swung her into his arms for a tight bear hug. She in turn let out a very childlike squeal of delight and kissed her papa on both cheeks then his forehead leaving lipstick marks in all three spots. Putting her down after a moment he turned to the man, "You must be Byron. Thanks so much for picking up my little girl on your way in to town."

Before responding the young man shook hands with AJ, but his eyes were focussed completely on Francesca. "It was not a hardship at all, believe me, bro to be."

AJ's eyebrows shot up so far they would have been lost in his hairline had one still existed. "Stand down, Byron," Meredith said, noting the look on her fiancé's face. "Francesca, so lovely to finally meet you in person. Your pictures don't do you justice. Byron why don't you take those bags down the hall? Francesca's room is beside her father's and you'll be staying at my place." Catching the hint in Meredith's voice Byron moved off. "Forgive Byron, AJ. He's always loved women and you know your daughter is a beauty."

"Hrmph!"

"AJ, try to relax. How bad can it be to just let my little brother flirt with Fran for the weekend?"

"Her name is Francesca and he…Oh…Damnit…" As if on cue Damnit barked and raised her head from her post beside AJ's wing chair. "That's it. I'm changing out of this get-up and going to rent a real tuxedo. Chaplin, don't you agree?"

"Admiral, 'fraid to say it, but I'm looking forward to marrying you both off on Saturday at the festival. A man of my years doesn't have much excitement to look forward to in life anymore." Chaplin Turner winked at Meredith as he watched AJ sigh in defeat, but couldn't seem to resist adding, "I think a man of your rank might want to remove the lipstick from your face before you go anywhere though, Admiral."

"Trust me, darling, you won't even notice what you or anyone else is wearing once you see my wedding dress."

"I'm holding you to that promise," AJ muttered as he headed down the hall to his room. He had to force himself not to stop and physically remove his soon to be brother in-law from his house. As he passed Francesca's room, there was Byron already looking rather comfortable sitting on his daughter's bed. "Damnit!" he said and an answering bark came from the living room.

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Harm's Loft
North of Union Station
0330 Zulu

"There really isn't much use in me keeping all of this to myself any longer. They managed to find me and it cost Valerie her life. That's why I came here, I wanted to warn you and the Commander before anyone else is killed."

Harm and Mac shared a look of concern, but neither appeared immediately worried by Gunny's statement. "Gunny, how did Valerie die?"

"They blew her up in retaliation for my part in helping the Commander rescue you and Mr. Webb in Paraguay."

A look of dismay washed over Mac's face, but it was nothing in comparison to the expression of horror on Harm's. "Who are they and why would they target you?" Mac questioned.

Gunny shook his head as if he wasn't going to tell them anymore, but then he locked gazes with Mac and started talking. "Ma'am, you know one of the first things we do as Marines is to swear to our oath, Semper Fidelis. For me, as I know it is for you too, that means I never leave a man behind, I always protect, and I am always faithful." Mac nodded. "Then you'll understand, ma'am why I had to get involved with NSA approached me."

Harm jumped in at the mention of the National Security Agency,

"The NSA got your sister killed?"

"Harm, shh and let Gunny finish explaining."

"It's okay, Colonel. In a way the Commander may be right."

"Hold on, Gunny. You need to go back and tell us in chronological order exactly lead up to your arrival here tonight."

Gunny sagged visibly and although he glanced longingly at the couch, he sank down on the steps leading to Harm's bedroom instead.

"For me it all began while I was still stationed in Afghanistan. The tribunal had just finished with the suicide of the Taliban operative and as far as I knew you were all safely back at Jag. One night at base camp I was approached by an Agent Nogales of NSA. He said that he was seeking my help specifically because it involved the safety of those from Jag who had been involved with the tribunal. As he explained it to me there had been a retribution bounty placed on the heads of the Admiral, Commander Turner, and yourselves. It was not to be executed through the usual means, but through the druglords in South America, so there would be no chance of a link back to the Taliban."

"You've got to be kidding me," Harm interjected.

"Harm, let Gunny finish."

"I can understand your skepticism, sir. I was flabbergasted myself. I basically told him the best way to protect you all was just to make you aware of the threat, but he said they didn't want to tip their hand like that. You see, they wanted the attempt to be made to kill at least one of you and then they would know where to look for the link."

By now Mac was pacing the small space from the counter of harm's kitchen and the stairs where Gunny was still seated. "Let me get this straight, we were being used as bait without our knowledge? And because of it you somehow ended up working for NSA?"

"Yes, ma'am. But it's a bit more involved than even that." Gunny sat staring at his hands, examining the burns on them like he was seeing them for the first time. "Uh, sir, would you mind if I cleaned up and got some ointment on my hands before they get any worse? I don't have time to waste at a hospital and I want to make sure I have the best possible use of my hands when I locate Agent Nogales."

Harm nodded gesturing Gunny back into his room. "Mac, would you mind making some tea while I get Gunny something to wear."

"Consider it done."

Harm quickly got Victor a towel, some sweats and a tee-shirt to change into. "Thanks, sir."

"No problem, Gunny. It's the least I can do for you. By the sounds of it I owe you my life and Mac's at least a couple of times over."

"Like I said, sir, semper fi is not just an oath to me, it's who I am."

"Understood, marine. Clean up and then we'll see what we can do about those hands."

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Home of Admiral AJ Chegwidden
Great Fall, Virginia
Same time

The dining room of the Admiral's house was covered in candles. On the dining table was a large tray of what looked like mutton, a huge pot of soup, and earthenware bowl containing blackened potatoes and four plates, bowls, mugs, and linen napkins, but no cutlery of any kind. Around the table were seated a very pleased looking Meredith, an amused looking Francesca, a dopey faced Byron, and a very out of sorts looking AJ.

"Dig in everyone. I made plenty. Can't have us up too much later than this snacking. We all need a good night's sleep for the wedding tomorrow," Meredith said as she hoisted the pot of soup and began to pour some into each of their bowls.

"Was it really necessary for us to begin this whole renaissance thing tonight?" AJ asked.

"Yeah, really sis. When you told me your idea for the wedding I thought you just meant the backdrop for the pictures. Did you really need to take it this far?" AJ held back the urge to applaud. First, because now was not the time to upset his fiancée and secondly, he refused to agree with Byron. Especially while his soon to be brother in-law was still obviously mooning over his daughter.

"Papa, Byron, we need to get into the mood of the renaissance tonight so that tomorrow we will have no problem at the reception. We must think fun and forget about our inhibitions." With those words Francesca placed a good sized piece of meat on her plate than took a noisy swallow of her soup and nearly choked. Byron was quick to be at her side patting her back and offering her the mug of wine by her place setting. "I am all right, Byron. Thank you. Meredith, the soup is different. What is the spice?"

"Coriander. I like the way the flavor lingers. It goes well with the curry and tameric in the mutton," Meredith continued. AJ who was just about to take a bite of the meat slowly lowered it back to his plate and eyed the potatoes with suspicion.

"Those aren't very renaissance sounding seasonings," Byron said. "I see your cooking hasn't improved."

"My cooking is just fine. AJ enjoys it. Tell him, honey."

AJ brought his potato to his mouth and took a small bite in order to avoid having to speak. He was pleasantly surprised at the bland taste and happily had some more keeping his mouth too full to politely respond to the conversation going on around him.

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Harm's Loft
North of Union Station
0423 Zulu

Gunny returned to the main part of Harm's loft a few minutes later still damp from the shower, with the tee-shirt Harm had given him tucked under one arm and with the opposite hand wrapped in a wet face cloth. "The burns on this one might be worse than I thought."

Mac beckoned Gunny over to the counter where she and Harm were sitting having tea and quietly discussing all that he had told them so far. "Let me have a look. Harm, bring me your first aid kit and the aloe please."

As Gunny sat and placed his hands in front of Mac he watched the way Harm immediately headed off to do as she had asked. He had also noticed the way the Colonel had moved with ease around the Commander's kitchen to make the tea. Mac was bent over his hands studying the damage to them, but she paused when she felt Gunny's eyes locked on her. "If you don't mind me asking ma'am, when did you and the Commander finally get things out in the open? And how does Mr. Webb feel about all this?"

"Even grieving you are too perceptive for your own good. It's not common knowledge yet, although Sturgis…I mean Commander Turner does know. As for Webb, that whole Mr. And Mrs. thing was just for our cover."

"Maybe to you, ma'am, but Mr. Webb has real feelings for you."

"True or not Gunny, he is aware of how Harm and I feel for one another and I don't see him interfering." Mac changed the subject back to what Gunny had been telling them about his involvement with the NSA's Agent Nogales as Harm brought over the supplies she had requested.

"Nogales recruited me to get involved with the group in Paraguay on a tip that they would be the ones to make the hit. It was scheduled to occur some place very public and to take out as many of you as were involved with the tribunal as possible. When the Colonel and Mr. Webb showed up in Paraguay as Mr. and Mrs. Williams it really put a wrench in things. The guards recognized you as being on their lists of those to kill first and ask questions later, but the hit was to take place on American soil not in South America. That's why your driver did not immediately betray you."

Mac instantly recalled the way Webb had executed the driver in Paraguay and made a mental note to thank him the next time she saw him.

"So what went wrong, Gunny? To my knowledge there was never a hit attempted on any of us."

"As far as I knew I was still under cover even though I came back to the US with Mr. Webb. I've been awaiting instructions on my next move and no one knew I was back here except for Mr. Webb's people and Agent Nogales. Then tonight…" Gunny had to stop speaking as his eyes brimmed with tears again. Once he was able to contain himself he told them about the email and then about watching as Valerie's car exploded and burned. "I couldn't even stay to make an ID for the police. I knew that if they had managed to get close enough to kill Valerie it wouldn't be long before they went for any of you next. I had to warn you."

"Gunny I know you don't want to the Admiral told, but what you don't know is that he and Meredith are getting married tomorrow. All of us on that hit list will be in one very public place all together tomorrow afternoon," Harm said.

"Of course," Mac agreed. "What a perfect set-up. Had you not come to us, Gunny, we would all have been out in the open like sitting ducks."

"Maybe we shouldn't tell the Admiral after all. Gunny, how do you feel about friar costumes?"

"Harm," Mac's tone was a warning one, but Harm and Gunny were already strategizing.

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Renaissance Festival
Little Avon, Virginia
1654 Zulu

AJ took one look at the amount of people already milling around the wedding tent and groaned. He had wanted a small wedding, just Meredith and himself, her infernal brother, Byron, Francesca, and a select number of colleagues. Ten, fifteen people. Twenty if they wanted to bring a date or the kids. He had held to this idea and only invited Harm and Mac (No worries about those two bringing dates, they had each other whether or not they had admitted to themselves yet). The random thought made him smile briefly, but only briefly. Commander Turner was coming, but again, unlikely to be bringing a date as he was escorting his father who was officiating over the ceremony. As well, Bud and Harriet were coming with the understanding that Harriet get plenty of rest beforehand so he, God-willing, would not have to be delivering their next child on his wedding day. This time the thought made him chuckle. It would be in keeping with the Roberts' to have their child make an unexpected entrance and really liven up this circus his wedding day was fast becoming. AJ was a bit disappointed that Tiner wasn't able to make it back, but he was well aware of the demanding schedule at OCS. Tiner would be thanking him one day soon for being such a demanding hard ass at times.

Getting out of his SUV was no easy feat in this period costume, but he managed and worked his way around to help Francesca. Out of necessity she was sitting in the back to accommodate her gown. Although she was seated in the middle of the backseat the skirt of her dress came spilling out the door as soon as he opened it. "Still think this whole renaissance business is a great idea?"

"Oh papa, stop being such a sourpuss. It is your wedding day, smile."

"Only because you asked so nicely." AJ flashed her a smile and took her outstretched hand to help her from the vehicle. Hand in hand they walked toward the tent which had been designated for the ceremony and reception. Inside AJ found exactly what he had feared. It was wall to wall people and they all seemed to know who he was.

"You must be Meredith's knight in shining armor," a man adorned in an orange and green costume said and patted AJ on the arm like he was checking his muscles.

"It's AJ, right? May I call you AJ? I'm Professor Adrian Perkins," came from another man off to AJ's right.

"Oh, look, it's the groom," this was shouted from an unseen male voice. With that pronouncement AJ did notice something else about the crowd around him, it was predominantly men.

"Are these all ex-suitors of Meredith's, papa?"

"I was just wondering the same thing. Remind me to have a word with my dear bride as soon as time permits. It sure explains why I've never met any of her colleagues and friends before now."

"Don't worry, papa. She chose to marry you."

"Have you seen anyone we know?"

"You mean like Commander Rabb?" Francesca's eyes sparkled as she said Harm's name.

"Don't even think about it, my dear. Rabb is off limits and not just because he works for me."

"I know, papa. I am only teasing. Have he and the Colonel finally gotten it right?"

"Don't ask, don't tell, but yes, I believe they have. Speaking of, there they are now." AJ laughed outright when he got a look at the get- up Rabb was wearing. He looked very Robin Hood-esque, yet, the look went well with the Maid Marian gown Mac was wearing. For a Colonel she carried off the many shades of pink well. AJ gave the monk beside them a once over, but the person moved away without ever raising their head for him to get a look at their face. He let it go as either one of Meredith's guests who actually didn't know who he was or someone who was visiting the festival and just wandered in.

"Admiral, we had no idea there would be so many people present for the ceremony," Harm remarked shooting a concerned look in Mac's equally pensive looking direction.

"I'm as surprised as you, but thankfully the ceremony is going to be short and then we'll be going over to the gardens for pictures. If you'll excuse us I see the Chaplin and Byron which must mean Meredith has arrived."

Mac watched as the Admiral and Francesca went to gather with Sturgis' father and the man who must be Meredith's brother. They passed Gunny dressed as a monk, but as when they arrived Gunny didn't look up to give himself away. "Do you really think the attempt is going to be made today? Gunny said Agent Nogales was none too pleased when he wouldn't tell him where he was."

"Going by what Gunny told us the assassins will never get a better chance than today. We're all here and supposed to be completely focused on the wedding. We're not supposed to be anticipating trouble, so our guard is expected to be down."

"All good points just like they were last night, but I don't know how wise it was to leave NSA unaware," Mac argued.

"You mean the way they've left us uninformed for the past how many months? We could have been attacked anywhere and had no idea why," Harm retorted.

"Calm down, Commander. You're right of course. Thank God you and Gunny were there in Paraguay." Harm squeezed her hand in silent reassurance. "Let's find some seats and see what we can see. It would be preferable if they waited to attack during the pictures rather than in here, but really, when have you ever heard of considerate terrorists?"

Mac's attempt at humor got her a lopsided grin from Harm as he guided her to a seat in the last bench, closest to the side of the tent. Other than a group of men chatting behind them there was no one they couldn't see from their vantage point.

The music began and AJ and Francesca took their places at the front of the tent in front of the Chaplin. Sturgis slipped into the seat next to Mac and Harm noticed Gunny take a seat on the back bench against the other side of the tent.

"You two plan to look like Robin and Marian or were you just late getting to the costumer? "

"This from the guy who came dressed like his father's twin?" Harm shot back.

"Touché!" The melody of the wedding march from Romeo and Juliet began, played by a harpist off to the side of where the wedding party was gathered.

The flaps of the tent were raised and everyone in the tent rose to their feet as Byron entered escorting his sister. Meredith was adorned in a filmy white material which seemed to flow yet cling to her form. Her hair was piled up on her head and covered by a jeweled lace veil. She looked fantastic and the expression of open appreciation on the face of nearly every male in the tent, including AJ's, proved it. When they reached the front Chaplin Turner asked the age old question. "Who gives this woman to be married to this man?"

"I do," Byron replied and then he went to stand across from Francesca.

"We are gathered here today in the sight of God and you all to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony. If anyone has just reason why this union should not take place let him speak now or forever hold his peace."

Pandemonium broke out as four armed men ran into the tent. Their guns were already raised, fingers on the triggers, but before even once of them could get off a shot the two men who had acted as sentries to open the tent flaps for Meredith had disarmed two of the gunmen, Gunny had a third in a headlock, and a man dressed in chain mail was wrestling with the fourth. It was a short fight as the man in chain mail had the element of surprise on his side as well as about sixty pounds. By the time Harm and Mac were out of their seats and taking the guns handed to them by those who had done the disarming, AJ and Sturgis had joined them. "What the blazes is going on? If I didn't know any better I'd say you all were expecting this? And Gunny, no offense son, but what are you doing here? I thought you were still in Paraguay."

"Sorry about all this, sir," came from Gunny.

"Sir, I can explain," was said by Harm.

"Agent Nogales, NSA. I'm likely the best person to explain," And so he did. When he was finished he came over to Gunny to shake his hand. "There's someone over there who has been driving me crazy to know for sure you were safe since last night. You did real good son, although it's a good thing I am on the good side because you did exactly what I expected last night and went to Harm and Mac even though I told you not too."

Gunny barely heard the lecture he was getting from Agent Nogales. He had spotted the person who was worried about him and fresh tears were in his eyes and slowing down his progress into his sister Valerie's outstretched arms. He wrapped his arms around her and held on tight. "But how? I saw the car explode. I tried to get to you."

"As soon as I got to my car Agent Nogales had one of his men grab me. They already had my car rigged and a body in the driver seat. They knew you wouldn't be able to get close enough to the flames to try and save me, although you made a real good effort. Once you heard the sirens and ran they took me to a safe house for the night. Apparently that email you received was real, and he figured you would go directly to Harm or the Admiral so he felt his job was to keep me safe for you until they had the terrorists."

"You did your duty to your country and friends well, Gunnery Sergeant. I'll be recommending that you receive an award for bravery for this. Admiral, if it's all the same to you I'd like to leave a number of my men with you and your guests for the rest of the day just in case, but as far as I know this is all of the group we were expecting. Their driver is being held under armed guard just outside."

"That would be fine. What's a few more guests considering how many are here already?"

"AJ, I thought all these people were your guests. Other than Professor Perkins and his wife, the Dean of the college and his companion, and the two other English professors that I work with I don't know who all these folks are," Meredith proclaimed.

Agent Nogales grinned. "In that case my men really did do their jobs. Okay men, clear out. Robbins, Matthews, Gonsales, and Ruben, you stay behind as clean up." With those words over fifty men and a couple of women all in period dress rose from various spots throughout the tent and filed out the door. The man in chain mail and the two sentries followed with their prisoners in hand cuffs. Now that they had left there were barely twenty people remaining. The Admiral sighed in relief.

"Now that's more like it. Ms. Cavanaugh, if you would follow me I believe we have a wedding ceremony to complete."

"With pleasure, AJ."

As the Admiral and Meredith resumed their positions in front of Chaplin Turner everyone else moved up to fill the four benches at the front of the tent. Harm and Mac sat beside Bud and Harriet with little AJ between them. As AJ and Meredith were repeating their vows after Chaplin Turner, Harm turned to Mac and whispered, "How do you feel about eloping when the time comes?"

"Sounds good to me, sailor. Sounds real good."

The End

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