Title: Family Ties
Author: Ann
Rating: PG at most
Disclaimers: I don't own JAG or the characters seen on JAG.
Notes: Thanks to Cath for the artwork, Bree for hosting the Virtual Season, my wonderful beta-readers, and to Babs, who came up with the commercials.
Feedback is always welcome at aerm1@aol.com
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June 21, 2004
1400
Norfolk, Virginia
Family Court
"All rise." The bailiff's voice rang through the courtroom. "The Honorable James Mangino presiding over the case of Parks versus Parks."
Commander Richard Parks looked straight ahead, his eyes fixed on an unseen point on the wall. His summer whites emphasized his military bearing, but nothing could hide the pain in his eyes. Across the room, at the respondent's table, his estranged wife Claire glanced sideways at him, a scowl marring her features. With shoulder length blond hair and a golden tan, she looked like the poster girl for the modern military wife.
"Your Honor, my client wishes to have the child support judgment removed from the divorce settlement." Marilyn Barnes handed a document to the presiding judge. "As you can see, Commander Parks denies being the father of the child in question."
"On what basis?" Judge Mangino looked over his reading glasses at the young attorney. "The child is eight years old. Shouldn't your client have raised this issue eight years ago?"
"He didn't have any idea that he wasn't the father at that time." Marilyn straightened her shoulders. "The only reason that he is questioning paternity now is that his estranged wife has recently given him reason to believe that another man fathered her child."
"Has paternity testing been done?" The judge's tone was frigid.
"No, your honor. This information only came to light this morning. We will, however, be happy to do a DNA test if it please the court." Marilyn was still reeling from the revelation that had had her writing a new motion with only an hour before their court appearance. What on earth had possessed the woman to make the snide comment to her husband that their child wasn't really his? Did she really want to hurt him so badly that she'd risk losing the six hundred and forty dollars a month in child support?
"It does please the court. These proceedings are continued pending verification of paternity. We will proceed on the twenty-ninth at nine a.m." The judge banged the gavel down on the block. "This hearing is in recess until that time."
"Thank you, Your Honor." Marilyn stepped back to the plaintiff's table and rejoined her client. As the judge swept out of the courtroom, she turned to the naval officer. "Looks like we better get a DNA test, Commander. Do you think that Mrs. Parks will cause any difficulty?"
"To be honest, yes. If I am found to not be Jonni's father, then she is going to be hurting financially." Pain dulled his blue eyes. "I can't believe that she cheated on me and led me to believe that I had a child for eight years. I feel like an idiot."
"Is it possible that you are the father?"
He shook his head. "I don't know. Supposedly she got pregnant on our honeymoon. So either she was already pregnant when we got married or she cheated on me within weeks of the wedding. Either way, Claire must have been sleeping with someone else at the time if she says I'm not Jonni's father."
"You didn't notice anything odd in her behavior leading up to the wedding?"
Commander Parks shook his head in denial. "I was at sea until three days before the wedding. I had two weeks leave, then went back to sea to finish my tour. By the time I returned, Claire was at least three months pregnant."
Marilyn rolled her eyes. The situation was a mess and likely to get messier before it was over. "All right, Commander. Let's take it one step at a time. I'll make arrangements for the paternity test. You stay away from your wife except when you visit your daughter."
The officer snorted. "Somebody's daughter."
"You don't know that she isn't yours at this point. The word of a vindictive ex-wife isn't really all that reliable. Until we know for sure, my advice is to assume that the child is yours."
"All right. I just can't believe that Claire would make up the story just to be cruel."
"Commander, you'd be amazed at what people do in divorce cases. This is relatively mild."
"Then I don't understand how you can practice family law, Ms. Barnes. Seems like a dirty job."
"It is at times, just like yours can be. But somebody has to do them, right? At least I can attempt to do the job as ethically as possible."
"Good point. Let me know where to show up for the test." He reached for his cover.
"I'll call you tomorrow."
"Thanks." The commander turned and left the courtroom.
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Family Ties
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June 22, 2004
0800
Falls Church, Virginia
JAG Headquarters
"Commander Rabb, I'd like to see you in my office." Admiral Blankenship's tone was no less forceful for its quiet authority. He strode through the bullpen with Harm in his wake.
"Aye, aye, Sir."
Harm followed his new CO into the inner office, still unsure where he stood with the man. Blankenship was so far somewhat of an enigma to the senior staff. Unlike his predecessor, the man never bellowed, never got in one's face.
"Have a seat, Commander." The admiral motioned toward a chair, then took his own behind his desk. "I have an assignment for you." He handed Harm a folder. "There's a problem down at Norfolk. NCIS is investigating the possibility of a bootlegging operation on several ships. One of the ships' captains has not been, shall we say, completely cooperative? At any rate, he's demanding a JAGman investigation rather than NCIS."
"Yes, Sir." Harm took the proffered folder from his commanding officer.
"Captain Ingles specifically requested you." Blankenship eyed Harm with curiosity. "Any idea why he would have done that, Commander?"
"Well, Sir, I have served under Captain Ingles. I have also subpoenaed his ship's records while defending a client who was serving on the Patrick Henry." Harm's mouth twisted. "And I was flying one of his Tomcats when it suffered complete systems failures in the mother of all storms. So, no, I'm not sure why he would request me."
The admiral allowed himself a short laugh. "Perhaps he thinks you have the mettle to stand up to the NCIS investigators."
"Could be." Harm opened the folder. He skimmed the contents, then looked back up at the admiral. "This report is a masterpiece of brevity. What else should I know?"
"Mr. Rabb, what you need to know is that this is an NCIS investigation. I believe that they are close to being finished with it. Your role is mostly to serve as a buffer between the NCIS people and Captain Ingles and also to make sure that the truth is found. I understand that you are dogged in the pursuit of the truth."
"Yes, Sir." Harm looked at his superior. "Is that all, Admiral?"
"One other thing. There is something else I'd like you to look into if you have time."
"Sir?"
The admiral cleared his throat. "Commander Rabb, this is to go no further than this office. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Last night, I received a telephone call from my older sister. She was quite distraught about a revelation made during her son's divorce proceedings in court yesterday."
Harm kept his expression neutral, wondering where on earth the admiral was going with this news.
"It seems that her soon-to-be former daughter-in-law announced shortly before going into the courtroom that my nephew is not the father of their child. Needless to say, the family is quite disturbed by this situation. While you're down there, if you get a chance, see if you can find out anything about this situation."
"Sir?" Harm shifted uneasily in the chair. "Is there any, um, ..."
"Relationship to the US Navy involved? Of course. My nephew is a squadron leader currently assigned to the Patrick Henry. And the alleged adultery on the part of his wife took place near the time of their marriage, nine years ago. Rich was stationed on the Henry then, too, and his wife was living in Norfolk while he was at sea."
"Rich?"
"Commander Richard Parks, Mr. Rabb." The admiral watched the quick transition from shock to impassivity on the younger man's face. "Is there a problem?"
"No, Sir. It's just that I know Rich. We were at the Academy and then at flight school together." Harm shook his head. "I haven't seen him or Claire in a year or two, but I must say that I'm surprised they're getting divorced. They always seemed so happy."
"I know, Commander. But you can also see why I'm asking you to look into the situation if you can do so discreetly. I'd prefer it if Rich didn't know that I discussed this with you. My sister is devastated at the possibility that her only grandchild might not be her grandchild. And she says that Rich is in a state of shock."
"I can imagine."
"Yes, well, imagine also that I do not normally ask those serving under my command to do anything remotely personal like this, but since Rich is in the Navy, and Claire was living in Norfolk at the time, it's possible that the other man is or was in the Navy too. Adultery is still against the UCMJ, you know."
Harm nodded. "Yes, Sir, I know. However, the statute of limitations has run out if there was adultery."
"Perhaps. Or perhaps it's an ongoing affair. Or perhaps there was no affair at all, and Claire is merely being spiteful for some reason known only to herself."
"That is certainly a possibility. I'll see what I can find out, Admiral."
"Thank you. I suggest you clear your desk today and get down to Norfolk tonight so you can report to the Patrick Henry in the morning. That will be all."
Harm stood at attention. "Aye, aye, Sir." He turned and left the room, shaking his head over the situation. He stopped at the break room, hoping to grab a cup of coffee before he disappeared into his office for half an hour's worth of juggling parental and work responsibilities before staff call. The gurgle of the coffee maker was not exactly a welcome sound.
"Morning, Harm." Mac stood against the counter, mug in one hand, doughnut in the other. "The pot was empty, so we have to wait."
"Hi, Mac." Harm grimaced. "Great. I need caffeine, and I don't have time to wait on it."
"What's up? I can bring you a cup when it finishes."
"Thanks, but I'll take it as a sign to learn patience." He grinned. "I guess Hell has finally frozen over."
Her eyebrows rose a fraction of an inch. "Because I offered to bring you a cup of coffee?"
"No. Because Captain Ingles has requested for me to come get between him and some NCIS investigator."
Mac's laugh rang out. "You're right. Either that, or it's the end of the world. What on earth possessed him?"
Harm sighed. "You got me. Maybe he thinks that if I'm there, horning in on the NCIS investigation, they'll stay out of his hair." A chuckle escaped his lips. "Or maybe he finally figured out how to get back at me for any number of things."
Mac nodded. "I think that's probably it."
"Yeah. Anyway, I have to go to Norfolk tonight. God only knows how long it'll take." He looked expectantly at the coffee carafe. "How long does it take for that thing to finish?"
"Another minute or two."
"Okay. You know, this couldn't have come at a worse time."
"Why is that?" Mac moved across the room to make sure the coffee maker had finished. She pulled out the carafe and poured herself a cup. "Harm?"
He held out his cup, watching her fill it. "Mattie's custody hearing is next week. I'm sure this is the last week I'll have her. I had hoped to be able to spend some time with her. But I'll be in Norfolk, and she'll be here."
"Why not take her with you? Stay at a motel with a pool. Mattie's old enough to be on her own for a few hours. She'd probably sleep till noon anyway. Then you and she could do things in the evenings."
"That's a great idea, except that she has volleyball camp this week for school. She can't miss it if she wants to play next winter."
"Oh." Mac stirred sugar into her coffee. "Hmm. You really think the judge will return her to her father?"
Harm nodded. "Yes. He's been sober for over six months, completed that rehab program you got him into. He's been going to AA meetings since he got out of that. Mattie's been in Alateen. He's got a job. He has complied with what the judge wanted him to do. And there is no getting around the fact that he is her biological father. He loves her. And she loves him."
"And you love her."
"Yeah." He blinked back the tears that stung his eyes. Tightening his hold on his coffee mug, he said, "Look, I need to get at least a couple of things done before staff call. I'll see you then, okay?"
"Sure. I have a few things to accomplish before then as well. Let me know if there's anything I can do to help."
"Thanks, Mac." He headed off to his office, his expression shuttered.
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1430
Harm knocked softly on Mac's office door. "Got a minute?"
She looked up at him and smiled. "Sure. What's up?"
"I'm getting ready to leave. I have to pick Mattie up at volleyball camp at fifteen hundred, then hit the road to Norfolk." He handed her a manila folder. "Here's the file on the Magruder case."
"Thanks." She glanced at it briefly, then looked back up at him. "Listen, I had an idea."
He quirked an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"Yeah. If things take too long in Norfolk, and you have to stay through Saturday, let me know. I'll get a motel room and bring Mattie down."
"Mac, you don't have to do that."
She smiled. "I know. But I want to do it. So be sure and tell Mattie that it's a possibility, okay?"
Touched, he nodded. "If you're sure."
"I'm sure, Harm. We could have a fun weekend. Mattie and I can hang out at the pool or on the beach till you finish solving Captain Ingles's problems."
He cocked his head to one side. "You know, that could be fun, even if I do get finished by Friday." He came to a decision. "Let's do it. Do you mind staying in a room with Mattie?"
She laughed. "No, Harm. I'm the one who suggested it, remember?"
"Right. What was I thinking?"
"Face it, Harm. You still need me to come up with the dispassionate plan."
The twinkle in her eyes warmed his heart. "Very true."
"I'll make some reservations for Friday and Saturday. You want to stay at the VOQ or move to the motel on Friday?"
"Motel, of course. No beach at the VOQ."
"Gotcha. Have a good trip, Harm."
"Thanks, Mac. You have a good time here. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"
Mac nodded. "Sounds good. Stay out of trouble, okay?"
He snorted. "I don't think I'll be getting into too much trouble on this ankle. It's still kind of sore."
"All the more reason for a little R and R next weekend." She grinned at him again. "Now, scoot."
"Aye, aye, Ma'am." Harm turned and left the office.
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1500
North of Union Station
Harm's apartment
Mattie sat cross-legged on Harm's bed, watching him throw shorts and tee-shirts into his suitcase. When he added a swimsuit, she asked, "I thought this was a business trip?"
"It is, Mattie. The swimsuit is for the weekend."
"You're not coming home for the weekend? Harm, it could be our last one together."
He flashed a smile at her. "I know, Mattie. We're going to the beach."
She snorted in derision. "Yeah, right. You're going to be in Norfolk. I'm here. In case you've forgotten, I'm too young to drive."
"I haven't forgotten, Mattie. Mac's going to pick you up on Friday afternoon after volleyball camp. You guys are going to drive down to Norfolk. You should get there in time for dinner." He tossed some socks in his bag. "Don't forget your sunscreen."
Her eyes widened. "Are you serious? You, me, and Mac? At the beach?"
"Yeah. It is okay with you, isn't it?"
She leaped up and threw her arms around his neck. "You bet. You are the best, Harm."
Hugging her back, he said, "Actually, Mac is the best. It was her idea. I'm just able to recognize genius when I see it."
"Oh?" She released him and sat back down.
"Yeah. I was complaining to her about this assignment, since I wanted to spend time with you." He refrained from adding, "While I still can." Harm shrugged. "Anyway, Mac suggested that if I was still stuck in Norfolk for Saturday that she bring you down. And then we decided that we could all use a little vacation, so we decided to do this." Finished with his packing, he zipped the case.
"Cool." She tilted her head and eyed him with interest. "You sure you want me along? I mean, it sounds like a good opportunity for you to try 'crossing the divide' with Mac."
Harm tossed a rolled up pair of socks at her. "Yes, I'm sure I want you along. If it weren't for you, Mac would most definitely not be driving to Norfolk this weekend." He grabbed his bag and garment bag. "Come on. I need to get going. You can walk me to the car."
"Okay." She grabbed his briefcase and followed him down the stairs.
Harm put his luggage in the back of his SUV and turned to Mattie. Pulling her into his arms, he gave her a hug. "Now you behave yourself, you hear me?"
"Yes, Harm. I promise. It's not like I'll have much opportunity to do anything else. I've got Alateen tomorrow night, Thursday I guess I'll be doing laundry and packing. Friday I'll be on the road with Mac."
He chuckled. "You left out tonight."
"Tonight is girls' night out. Jen is taking me and Susan to the movies."
"All right. Just remember..."
"You'll call me every night." She stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. "Drive safely, okay?"
"Always, Mattie. Oh, one other thing. Pack a dress. I might want to take you and Mac to a nice restaurant on Saturday."
"Yes, Sir." She stepped back from the curb and watched him slide into the driver's seat. Mattie forced herself to smile as he waved and drove away.
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1900
Norfolk Naval Base
Harm flashed his ID at the guard and pulled onto the base. His first stop was the VOQ to get a room for the rest of the week. After lugging his things into the room, he dropped onto the bed, exhausted. He picked up his cell phone and dialed Mattie's number. He wasn't really surprised when he got her voice mail. She and Jen had a habit of going to early movie showings to get the discounted tickets. He left her a message, then lay back against the pillows and considered his options.
Captain Ingles wasn't expecting him before morning, and from what he'd read in the preliminary NCIS report, it was unlikely that the investigators would still be working at this hour. That left his side investigation and dinner as possible activities for the near future. If he grabbed something quick, he could drive out to Rich and Claire's house and drop in on whoever was still living there. Harm hoped that Rich had let Claire stay in the house. He could act surprised that Rich wasn't there, and if he were lucky, get her to let him in on whatever was happening. It was still difficult for him to believe that the two had split up, but lately life had been throwing so many curves his way, Harm was beginning to think that Mac had been right -- there was no such thing as normal. He got up from the bed and grabbed his cover. Might as well get going.
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2000
Parks' residence
Claire Parks opened the door, apparently stunned to see the man standing on the other side. "Harm! What on earth brings you here?"
He gave her his best smile. "Would you believe I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop by and say hello?"
She shot him a skeptical look. "You're kind of far from Washington, Harm. But, please, come in." She led him into the living room and motioned to the sofa before sinking into a wing back chair.
"Well, it is a little far from Washington. But I have to report to the Henry at zero seven-thirty tomorrow, so I came down tonight."
Her eyebrows rose slightly at the name of her husband's ship. "You can't be doing your quals. The ship is in port."
"I know. NCIS is doing some sort of investigation, and somebody thought my input might be helpful."
Claire's laugh was infectious. "Does whoever thought that know about your usual relations with NCIS?"
"Apparently not." Harm joined in her laughter. "So how have you and Rich been, Claire?"
"You didn't know?" Her voice was tense.
"Know what?"
"We've separated, Harm." She allowed herself a broken sob. "He's moved onto the base in temporary housing."
Harm's concern was genuine. "I'm sorry, Claire. If there's anything I can do..."
She shook her head. "It's all right, Harm. I'm beginning to get used to the idea. It's just that the divorce hasn't been completely, oh what is that term you lawyers use?"
"Amicable?" Harm suggested.
"Yes, amicable. Rich just doesn't understand why I want the divorce, and he's been a bit difficult about custody issues."
"Oh?"
She sniffed. "Yes, I want sole custody, but Rich demanded joint custody. And with his career, it just doesn't make sense."
"You lost me, Claire." Harm was puzzled. "What does Rich's career have to do with having custody of his daughter?"
"Harm, he's still an active pilot. He's gone for six months a year, sometimes more. Now how can he take care of Jonni if he's not even here?"
Harm began to see a possible reason for the revelation in the court proceedings. "Claire, there are no set rules for what joint custody means. You could set it up so that you have her when Rich is at sea, and he has her when he's not. You don't have to shuttle her back and forth every other night, you know."
"That's easy for you to say. You don't have any children. What if he gets called away suddenly, like he did after 9/11?"
"Claire, you're right. It is easy for me to say because I have been dealing with the issue for the past six months."
"You have a baby?"
He smiled warmly. "No, a fifteen year old ward, actually. And sometimes, like today, I have less than eight hours notice before I have to leave town. So I have plans in place for when I have to leave suddenly. Trust me, it can be done. Besides, if Rich did get deployed on short notice, wouldn't you take Jonni, even if it wasn't your month to have her?"
"Of course."
"Then I don't really see the problem. Joint custody mostly means that the two of you make joint decisions just like you always have. And that you each get to spend as much time as possible with your daughter."
Claire pursed her lips. "Hmm. I hadn't thought of it that way. I just thought it had to be split weeks, and that wouldn't work very well at all."
Harm agreed. "True. But I'm sure the two of you can work something out that will be best for Jonni." He rose from the couch. "I better run. Do you have Rich's number at the base? I might give him a call."
"Of course. I'm sure he'd like to see you, if only to tell you what a horrible person I am."
"I doubt that, Claire." Harm took the slip of paper she handed him and placed it in his pocket. "Take care. It was good to see you."
She walked him to the door. "Goodnight, Harm. Have fun with NCIS tomorrow."
"Bet me." He was chuckling as he got into his car. He punched Rich's number into his cell phone before he put the car into gear.
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Officer's Club
Norfolk Naval Base
"Harm, how the hell are you?" Richard Parks clapped his old friend on the shoulder.
"Other than a sprained ankle, not too bad. What about you?"
Harm looked his old classmate over with a practiced eye. The other aviator looked tired and stressed.
"To be honest, I've been better. Let's get a drink, and we can catch up." He led Harm over to a table in a corner.
They gave their orders to a cheerful waitress and sat back.
"I got that impression while I was talking to Claire." Harm played with a drink stirrer.
"Did she tell you that I'm not Jonni's father?"
Harm shook his head. "No, she didn't mention that at all. What makes you think that?"
"Claire announced it outside the courtroom yesterday less than an hour before the custody hearing."
"Ouch."
"You're telling me. I was shocked. I think I'm still in shock."
"Understandable. What are you going to do about this?"
"The judge is requiring a DNA test."
Harm looked at him in surprise. "To see if you're her father?"
"Yes. I didn't know what to do. My lawyer told me to ask to have the child support judgment removed from the disposition of the case."
The waitress arrived with their drinks, interrupting the conversation.
"You know, I realize that she had the opportunity to sleep with someone else since I was deployed when we got married. I got two weeks leave for the wedding and honeymoon, then went back to sea for three more months. But, God, Harm. How could she have been cheating on me then?" Rich's eyes were anguished as he stared into his bourbon. "I thought she loved me."
"I agree. She certainly looked that way at the wedding." Harm sipped his bourbon. "Do you love Jonni?"
"Of course. I've spent eight years thinking she was my daughter."
"So what has changed?" Harm stared into his drink, thinking of how quickly he had come to love Mattie and how the thought of losing her was tearing him apart.
"Claire said I'm not her father." Rich sipped on his own drink.
Harm looked at him, conviction in his heart. "Sure you are. You were there when she was born. Legally, she's your daughter since your name is on the birth certificate. But even if you didn't contribute any genetic material, Jonni is your daughter. The two of you have been father and daughter for eight years. You love her. She loves you, right?"
"Right. But Claire said..."
"Rich, it doesn't matter what Claire said. Being a father has very little to do with fertilizing an egg cell. It has a lot to do with taking care of a child, loving that child, helping with homework, that kind of stuff." Harm took another sip of bourbon.
"Says the guy who has successfully avoided all commitments of the romantic variety for the past twenty years."
Harm frowned slightly at the bitterness emanating from his old friend, but he understood it. "Not completely. It's a long story, but the Reader's Digest version is that I do understand what it means to be a father because I've been one for the past six months."
Richard Parks choked on his bourbon. "What!"
"You heard me. I have a teenaged ward. Her name is Mattie."
"Mattie?"
"It's short for Mathilda."
Rich spoke to his glass. "It must be true. Even Harm wouldn't make up a name like Mathilda."
Harm grinned. "Yeah. The first time I met her, she pointed out that we both had goofy names."
"Sounds like you have your hands full."
"Sometimes. But not for much longer." A note of depression tinged his voice.
"She's ready for college?"
"No. Her father is an alcoholic and was in rehab. He's been sober for six months now, got a job, straightened out his life. There is a custody hearing next week. I'm sure the judge will return her to her father." Harm smiled sadly.
"How do you feel about that?" Rich asked.
"Like my heart is going to be ripped out. But since I'm the one who got Mattie to go to Alateen and work on her relationship with her father, I can't really say much."
"I guess not."
"So you can see that I know what I'm talking about. Biology doesn't make you a father, Rich. And there is a little girl who will never understand if someone tells her that her daddy isn't her daddy anymore."
"You may be right. One thing that makes no sense at all to me is why Claire would say it, even if it is true. She stands to lose a lot of money if the DNA test proves that I'm not Jonni's father."
"Unless you don't change anything. DNA will get you off the hook, but you don't have to admit it into evidence unless you want to. Since you're the one who asked the judge to rule you weren't the father, you can undo that." Harm took another sip. "Besides, I think I may have an idea about what Claire was trying to accomplish."
"Break my heart even more than she already did by wanting a divorce?" Rich stared morosely into his glass.
"No, I don't think so. I think it's about who has custody. She told me that she had asked for sole custody."
"She did. I asked for joint custody."
"Which is the typical arrangement these days. The only way that someone can get sole custody is to prove that the other parent is unfit."
"I am not an unfit parent." His tone was laced with indignation.
"I know. Claire wants sole custody because you're still an active pilot. She was laboring under the misapprehension that joint custody automatically means that kids switch off between parents every other day or every three days. And she doesn't think that would work with your career."
"What the hell kind of lawyer does she have?"
"Who knows? Most civilian lawyers do what their clients want. Why do you think I'm not one?"
Rich chuckled. "Good point. You'd go nuts in the private sector. That quest for truth thing you've got would never fly."
"Exactly. Anyway, my guess is that her lawyer told her that the only way for her to get sole custody was if you were unfit, which has to be proven, or if you're not the biological father. They may have counted on your reaction but not on the judge's."
"Or Claire might have cheated on me, and there is a possibility that I'm not Jonni's father."
Harm nodded in agreement. "Or Claire might have cheated on you. Whether or not you're Jonni's father is up to you."
"True. I guess I've got some thinking to do. It's going to be several days before we get the DNA results anyway. How long are you going to be here?"
Harm shrugged. "I'm not sure. I've got to report to the Henry tomorrow morning. Captain Ingles asked for me to come down and do a JAGman investigation in conjunction with an NCIS one."
Rich snorted. "The bootlegging case?"
"You tell me. What's going on?"
"You really need to talk to the Captain. But from what I've heard, someone placed a call to a hotline a week or so ago saying that there was some sort of bootleg operation going on in the carrier group. We just got back from the Persian Gulf about three days ago, and we were met by NCIS investigators. They've been driving Captain Ingles crazy."
"Great. I can hardly wait." Harm grimaced. There were few things he disliked more than cases based on hotline phone calls. While many of them were legitimate, they were always really difficult to investigate because of the anonymity of the original source. An aggravated Captain Ingles was never a good thing. He shook off his irritation. At least he had made some headway on the other matter he was supposed to be checking out. Only time would tell if Admiral Blankenship would be satisfied with his handling of the situation.
Rich swallowed the last of his bourbon. "Harm, old buddy, I need to call it a night. I've got to be on the ship at zero seven-thirty."
Harm tossed down the rest of his drink. "I guess I'll see you then. I'm supposed to report to Captain Ingles then myself."
The two men rose and made their way to their quarters.
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0730
Officers' Wardroom
USS Patrick Henry
Harm stood at attention, his right hand raised in salute. "Commander Rabb reporting as ordered, Sir."
Tobias Ingles returned the salute. "Welcome aboard, Commander. At ease." He motioned to the coffee pot on the table by the wall. "Help yourself, Mr. Rabb." The captain sat back down at the table and picked up his own cup.
Taking a seat at the table, Harm looked Captain Ingles in the eye, waiting for him to speak.
"Commander, as much as I hate to admit it, I need your help." He swallowed a mouthful of the scalding brew. "You've been informed of the NCIS investigation into a bootlegging operation in the carrier group."
"Yes, Sir. But all I've been told is that there is one. The report I was given was distinguished by its lack of pertinent information."
"That's because there is no information, Commander. We've been in port for three days now, and the NCIS investigators have been poking their noses into every nook and cranny on the ship, looking for evidence."
"That's unusual," Harm remarked, his tone dry.
At the surprised look Ingles shot him, Harm explained, "In my experience, NCIS tends to take one small bit of evidence and run with it."
Ingles nodded. "I'd forgotten about that. Now I'm really glad I requested that JAG send you down here. I'm not saying that someone couldn't have smuggled a fifth of booze onto the ship before we deployed, but there is no way in hell that there could have been 'an operation' involving large numbers of sailors without me finding out about it."
"What about other ships in the group? My understanding is that the report wasn't specific at all but just said the bootlegging was on some ship or ships in the carrier group. The Patrick Henry wouldn't necessarily be involved at all."
"I agree. Would you like to explain that to the NCIS agents? So far, they have prevented us from doing maintenance that has to be done before we can put out to sea again. And with the current situation, that time could be sooner rather than later. I need them off my ship so we can get our work done." He chugged some more coffee. "If I thought either one of them had a clue what they were doing, I might feel better. But they don't. They spent the better part of yesterday looking inside air vents."
Harm grinned. "Well, at least they know where to look for hidden contraband."
The ship's captain chuckled. "Point taken. How long do you suppose it will take them to open all seven thousand air vents on this ship?"
The JAG lawyer joined him in laughter. "Surely they can skip a few. I seriously doubt that they need to check the vent in your stateroom, or in the CAG's stateroom."
"Those were the first two they checked, Rabb."
Harm groaned. They must be part of Gibbs's team then. "What exactly do you want from me, Skipper? The admiral sounded like I was here primarily to stand between you and the NCIS people."
Ingles nodded. "Pretty much. Assist them in their investigation. My understanding is that I have the right to a JAGman investigation, so that's what you're here to do. At the same time, since NCIS started it, technically, I guess they call most of the shots. On the other hand, I think you might be able to persuade them to take your advice. Both investigators seem a bit green." He caught Harm's eye with a piercing stare. "And please do your best to get them off my ship as soon as possible. We have work to do, and they are most definitely in the way."
"Aye, aye, Skipper." Harm pushed back his chair and stood. "Any idea where I can find them?"
Captain Ingles laughed again. "Yes. They're down on the hangar deck looking for cases of bourbon."
Harm groaned. "I wish I thought you were pulling my leg."
"Believe me, Rabb. I wish I were." Ingles stood as well. "Keep me posted. Dismissed."
Harm snapped to attention. "Yes, Sir." He turned and headed for the hangar deck. One thing was certain. It was going to be an interesting week. It might even be entertaining.
The sounds of good-natured bickering met his ears as Harm entered the hangar.
"McGee, I told you that you weren't going to find bottles of booze in an F-18. There's barely room for the pilot." An attractive brunette was standing on the ladder to a Hornet, talking to a sandy-haired young man who was frowning at the instrument panel.
Harm broke into their conversation. "Excuse me, I'm Commander Rabb. I'm looking for the NCIS team."
The brunette climbed down the ladder and extended her hand. "Hi. Special Agent Kate Todd. That's Agent Timothy McGee." She motioned to the young man clambering from the cockpit. "How can we help you?"
"You can bring me up to speed. I've been sent down here to conduct a JAGman investigation in tandem with yours." Harm flashed her the smile that never failed to melt the defenses of women.
"Um, uh, are you sure we're supposed to talk to him?" McGee stammered to his partner.
"Good question." Kate turned to Harm. "Just who sent you?"
"Rear Admiral Blankenship, the Judge Advocate General of the US Navy."
Kate glared at him. "I thought that was an Admiral Chegwidden."
"He was. He retired two days ago."
"I see." Kate turned to McGee. "Did Gibbs tell you anything about JAG getting involved in this investigation?"
"No, but then he doesn't tell me much anyway, Kate."
Harm forced himself not to react at the sound of Gibbs's name. "I can show you my orders if you don't believe me," he offered.
Kate squared her shoulders, her decision apparently made. "No, that's all right. I'm sure you wouldn't be here if you weren't supposed to be. What have you been told so far?"
Harm proceeded to give her a summary of his knowledge about the anonymous tip. "Not very much, I'm afraid."
The woman nodded. "That's because we haven't got much. The information in the hotline call was extremely vague. It only mentioned the carrier group, but no ship or ships in particular. It also failed to mention any names at all."
"I don't suppose it occurred to anyone that it might be a false alarm?" Harm suggested.
"No, it did not. At NCIS we take such reports seriously, Commander." McGee's earnest demeanor would have been amusing if Captain Ingles hadn't been so annoyed.
"I understand. Have you talked to any of the ship's personnel, other than the captain?"
"No, Sir." McGee's tone was respectful.
"Any particular reason why you haven't?"
"Commander, we were instructed to search the ship for contraband. That is what we have been doing." Kate Todd's voice was chilly.
"Agent Todd, with all due respect, the ship could be redeployed before the two of you manage to search every possible hiding place on an aircraft carrier." Harm smiled at the naiveté of the pair. "Looking inside the cockpit of a fighter is probably not a very good use of your time. As you said, there isn't any extra space."
Agent McGee spoke up. "Sir, do you, uh, have any ideas of where to look?"
"I'd start by talking to the senior enlisted personnel. It's been my experience that they generally have a pretty good idea what's going on aboard ship."
"And just who would that be, Commander?" Kate asked.
"The senior chiefs and master chiefs." Harm looked the two NCIS agents over carefully. "Trust me, if something illicit is taking place on a ship, they will at least have heard rumors."
McGee bobbed his head in agreement. "So what are we waiting for? Let's go talk to them."
Harm smiled. The young man reminded him of a puppy he'd had as a child. "I'll go talk to the captain."
"We can do that, Commander." Kate's tone was cool.
"It would probably be better if I did, Ms. Todd. The captain likes me." Harm grinned at her and headed out of the hangar. "Meet me in the Command Master Chief's office in fifteen minutes." He disappeared from sight.
"Who the heck does he think he is?" Kate fumed.
"I think he thinks he's one of JAG's top lawyers, Kate. Haven't you ever heard of him?" McGee shook his head. "And if what I've heard is true, he doesn't have any great love for NCIS, especially Gibbs."
"And just why is that?"
"Because a little over a year ago, Gibbs and Tony rushed a murder investigation and wrongly arrested Commander Rabb. They were halfway through the trial before it dawned on them they had the wrong man."
Kate's eyes narrowed. "And how did they figure it out?"
"Abby figured it out, actually. Rabb had been set up by the real murderer." McGee swallowed. "The point is, Rabb wasn't real happy about spending a month in the brig or being tried for murder. So we really don't want to tick him off."
"I see your point. What are we going to tell Gibbs?"
"As little as possible, I think. After all, if Rabb helps us with the investigation, does it matter if Gibbs knows?"
"Okay. Come on, McGee. Do you have any idea where we're supposed to meet him?"
"No, but I'm sure someone will tell us. I get the feeling that every sailor on this ship wants us gone." He turned and went in the direction Harm had gone.
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0900
Command Master Chief's Office
Harm was already chatting with the highest ranking non-commissioned officer on board by the time McGee and Todd found the office. Harm introduced them to the command master chief and sat back to watch them in action. Fifteen minutes later, the two NCIS agents had learned less than nothing but had managed to thoroughly irritate the man. Harm decided to intervene.
"Chief Johnson, I know that you have plenty to do and would like to get back to your duties. Nevertheless, these two agents are trying to do their job. Given that someone placed a call from the carrier group to the drug and alcohol hotline, I agree that it does at least bear investigating. Now, did you get the idea, at any time during this last cruise, that there was a market for bootleg liquor on board this ship?"
"No, Sir. For one thing, it would be next to impossible to carry off. We embarked from here in Norfolk eight months ago. We had no liberty ports of call at all during the cruise. A sailor would have had to be Houdini to hide more than one bottle on board under the circumstances."
"Excuse me, Master Chief. What difference does not having any liberty make?" Kate asked.
"Ma'am, it's next to impossible to smuggle anything that won't fit into your seabag onto a ship. When a ship embarks on a cruise, people don't have room to smuggle in enough contraband to make a difference. The few times I've been on a ship where someone did manage to set up a bootlegging operation, they got their supplies while on liberty." He shrugged. "I suppose it's possible that someone managed to bring some alcohol on board and sell it, but I think I would have heard at least a rumor or two. And I did not."
"And why didn't you have make any liberty stops?"
"Ma'am, in case you haven't noticed, this is an aircraft carrier. It's a warship. And this nation is currently at war. We were deployed in the Persian Gulf. There aren't really too many vacation spots there."
Harm responded, "Thank you, Master Chief. If you could give us a list of anyone who might know something, I'd greatly appreciate it."
"No problem, Commander." The CMO reached for a folder on his desk and pulled out a roster. "Here's the list of all the duty sections and their personnel. Most of them should be on duty now."
The two agents and Harm rose. "Thanks, again. Carry on."
Standing, the man said, "Aye, aye, Sir."
Harm strode as quickly as his injured ankle would allow him from the room, Todd and McGee following in his wake.
"How did you do that, Sir?" McGee's tone was awed.
"I asked him a straight question without sounding like I was accusing him of something, Agent McGee. I think you'll find that most people respond better to a more relaxed style of questioning, assuming they're innocent." Harm didn't miss the look the two NCIS agents exchanged. "Had I thought he was hiding something, I would have become more aggressive. Come along. There are over five thousand sailors on this ship. We need to talk to a few of them."
Kate sighed heavily as she followed him from the room.
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Friday, June 25, 2004
1430
Falls Church, Virginia
JAG Headquarters
"Admiral Blankenship's office," Petty Officer Coates said as she answered the telephone.
"Petty Officer, this is Commander Rabb."
"Mattie's fine, Commander. Colonel Mackenzie just left to pick her up at volleyball camp. They should be in Norfolk around 1830."
"Thanks, Jennifer. Actually, I'm calling to talk to the admiral. Is he in?"
"Yes, Sir. Just a minute." She put Harm on hold and buzzed the admiral. "Commander Rabb is on line one, Sir."
"Thank you, Petty Officer." Blankenship picked up the receiver. "I hope you have good news for me, Commander."
"I hope that you'll agree that it is, Sir. As far as the investigation into the bootlegging is concerned, I believe it's been concluded. I'll fax my report as soon as we finish speaking. Essentially, a sailor on one of the destroyers in the carrier group had an ax to grind with his CO and thought that a hotline call would be a good way to get back at him."
"I trust that you are jesting, Commander."
"No, Sir. Seaman Apprentice Mark Smith thought that forcing his CO to deal with an NCIS investigation would somehow assuage his irritation at being forced to do KP for two weeks following a Captain's Mast. The seaman didn't understand that his vaguely worded call would force every ship's crew in the group to be investigated."
The admiral demanded, "Just how do you intend to dispose of this case, Commander?"
"I have recommended to the Captain of his ship that he charge Seaman Smith with violation of article 107, Sir."
"False statement?"
"Yes, Sir. Given the number of man-hours involved in getting to the bottom of the situation, I believe an article thirty-two hearing is justified."
"Agreed. Were you able to learn anything about that other matter we discussed, Commander?"
"Yes, Sir. I spoke with both Claire and Rich. They had already begun the process for the paternity test by the time I got here. When I talked to Claire, I got the impression that she made the claim only in order to sway the judge toward giving her sole custody of the little girl. Rich and I have talked a couple of times since I've been here. He has decided not to contest paternity, regardless of the results of the DNA test. I believe you can reassure your sister that she won't be losing her granddaughter."
"What possessed him to make that decision?" Blankenship was astounded.
"We discussed what being a father really means, Sir. Rich decided that after spending the past eight years being Jonni's father, that he was just that, regardless of how or why she was conceived. That said, I believe that he'll find, once the test results are in, that Claire's only deception was when she said he wasn't the father of their child."
"Excellent, Commander. My sister will be delighted to hear this. Since your investigation is complete, can I expect you back in town tonight?"
"No, Sir. I'm not scheduled to be on duty this weekend. My ward is joining me for a weekend at the beach. I'll be in on Monday morning."
"Very well, Commander. You did say that you were faxing your report, didn't you?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Then I'll see you on Monday. Enjoy your weekend."
"Thank you, Admiral." Harm listened to the click on the other end of the telephone line, then went in search of a fax machine.
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1530
Highway I-95
Mac glanced at the teenager in the passenger seat beside her. Mattie had seemed subdued ever since she had picked the girl up at the gym. The girl was going to have a weekend at the beach. Mac would have been thrilled at her age if she'd been in that position. The colonel shook her head. Teenaged girls certainly were difficult to understand at times.
"Mattie, can you do me a favor?" she asked.
"Sure." Mattie looked up at her.
"Could you get my cell phone out of my purse and hit number one on speed-dial? I want to make sure that Harm knows where to meet us."
Mattie's face brightened at the sound of her guardian's name. She reached for the phone, then followed Mac's instructions. Holding it out to Mac, she said, "It's ringing."
Mac explained to her how to set it for voice activation and smiled as the girl did what she was told.
"Rabb."
"Hi, Harm. It's me and Mattie."
They could almost hear his smile. "I hope this call means that you are on the road, Marine."
"It does. I just wanted to let you know that we are, and that we've got reservations at the Ramada Limited on Ocean View. Think you'll be finished in time to check us in?"
"Since I wrapped this up an hour ago, yeah. I'll head on over there in a couple of minutes."
"Good. You can scope out the neighborhood, find us someplace to eat maybe."
"Sounds like a plan, Mac. Hey, Mattie, how was volleyball camp today?"
"It was all right." She sounded dispirited.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired. Six hours of volleyball can do that to you."
"I'm sure it can. Listen, you two drive carefully, okay? I'll go check in and be waiting for you."
"Great. We'll see you around eighteen-thirty." Mac spoke once more.
"Bye, Mac. Bye, Mattie."
"Hit that big button, Mattie." Mac watched as the girl cut the connection. "Well, Harm sounds pretty cheerful. Things must have gone well on his investigation."
"I guess so." Mattie turned to stare out the window at the passing scenery. Several minutes passed before she spoke, still looking out the window. "Mac, can I talk to you about something personal?"
Mac looked over at her, a bit surprised. Mattie had never gone beyond the superficial in conversations with her in the past. "Of course, Mattie. What is it?"
"It's Harm." She swiped her arm across her eyes. "I'm kind of worried about him."
"Oh?" Mac tried to keep her voice neutral.
"Yeah. You know we have a custody hearing next week, right?"
"Harm did mention that, yes." Mac kept her eyes on the road.
"Well, I have a feeling that the judge is going to send me back to my father." She sounded as if she wasn't thrilled with the prospect.
Mac nodded. "I would have to agree that it's likely. But I thought you and he were getting along pretty well."
"We are. But at the same time, I don't really want to leave Harm. You know, when he first made me talk to my dad, I thought maybe he was tired of me and was trying to get rid of me. But then I realized that Harm has this major issue about fathers. He just wanted me to have what he never had -- a good relationship with my dad."
"I know."
Mattie sniffed. "I'm just not sure that I want to go back to my dad. At least not all the time. I mean, I know that he's quit drinking, and he has a job and all. But it's only been six months. Don't a lot of people stay sober for a little while, then start drinking again? Especially if they're under stress?"
Mac considered carefully what to say. "Some people do, Mattie. Others, once they go through rehab, never drink alcohol again."
"There isn't really any way to tell in advance either, is there?"
"Not that I know of. So are you saying that you're afraid to go back to live with your father because he might start drinking again?"
Mattie nodded. "That's part of it. The other part is Harm."
"Yes. You said you were worried about him. Why is that?"
"Harm came into my life when I guess we both really needed someone, just for different reasons. I love him, Mac. He was there for me when I had no idea where my dad was. He helped me so much. And I can tell the thought of me going back to my dad is killing him."
Mac swallowed the lump that had risen in her throat. "Mattie, Harm wants what is best for you. He's happy for you that things are working out with your dad."
"I know. But you can't tell me that he's happy about the prospect of being all alone again."
"No, I can't. But he'll survive. He always has before."
Mattie turned to look at Mac. "Yeah. Survive. What about being happy? Doesn't Harm deserve a little happiness in his life?"
"Of course he does, Mattie. What makes you think he isn't happy?"
The teenager rolled her eyes. "He keeps playing the blues on his guitar."
"Oh." There wasn't much she could say to that. Harm had always used his guitar to express his feelings. If he was playing the blues, he was feeling down about something.
"And he had tears in his eyes when we were talking about me spending more time with my dad." Mattie frowned. "Mac, I don't want to hurt either one of them. And I don't want to lose either one of them, either. I wish there was a way to have both of them."
"Perhaps there is." Mac pursed her lips. "I understand what you're saying about your father's drinking. It really is too soon to tell if your father will be able to stay on the wagon. He's made a lot of progress, but he hasn't had to deal with having you full time yet. At the same time, you can't deny that he's done everything in his power to make things right with you."
"I know." Mattie sounded fairly blue herself.
"You know, in custody issues, the courts generally side with the biological parents. Which means that what they want, if not harmful to the child, is what usually happens. Let's talk to Harm when we get to Norfolk. I think it might be possible to convince the judge to give your dad and Harm joint custody if they're both willing to have it."
Mattie's eyes brightened. "Are you serious? We could do that?"
Mac smiled. "I think it's possible. We'll have to talk to Harm, and then we'll have to talk to your father when we get back to town on Sunday. But it would solve a lot of the possible problems you've pointed out. You'd have two parents, so to speak, and that ought to help your dad's stress level as well as give you a safety net in case he can't take care of you as well as himself."
"Mac, you're a genius! If you weren't driving, I'd hug you." Mattie's face was transformed. "Do you always come up with win-win situations?"
"I wish, Mattie. I wish." Mac smiled wryly at the girl. "Are you ready to have a fun weekend?"
"Now I am." Mattie smiled happily and bounced in her seat. "Is this motel really right on the beach?"
Mac laughed. "You bet. No sense having to get in the car just to get wet."
"Cool." Mattie giggled.
A sudden thought hit Mac. "Mattie, what kind of bathing suit do you have?"
"A string bikini." Her eyes twinkled with mischief.
Mac made a strangled sound. "You better be teasing. Harm will have apoplexy if you're telling the truth."
"Relax, Mac. I have a very conservative tankini. Jen helped me pick it out. She said exactly the same thing." She giggled. "He really is a bit of a prude, isn't he?"
"I would say that is an understatement." Mac smiled at the thought of her partner's face were he to see his fifteen year old ward in a bikini. "But he's so cute about it, it's hard to mind."
"True." Mattie yawned. "Do you mind if I take a nap? I wasn't kidding when I said I was tired."
"Go ahead. You want to be able to enjoy the weekend." Mac smiled at her companion. She could understand why Harm had looked so depressed at the thought of losing the girl. She really was fun to be with.
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June 29, 2004
0915
Norfolk, Virginia
Family Court
"Do I understand that DNA testing has been completed in the case of Parks versus Parks?"
"Yes, Your Honor." Marilyn Barnes continued, "The allegation made by Mrs. Parks last week turned out to be false. My client is the father of Jonni Parks, minor child, and as such is willing to pay the child support stipulated in the original filing."
"I'm glad to hear it." The judge paused and looked at both parties to this proceeding. "Upon due consideration of what is in the best interest of the minor child, I am granting joint custody to both parents. If the two parents cannot come to some amicable agreement on the physical living arrangements, then I recommend mediation as a first step. Are there any questions?"
"No, Your Honor." Both attorney's replied.
"Then these proceedings are adjourned." The judge brought down the gavel on the block.
Commander Parks turned to his attorney and held out his hand. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, Commander. I wish you the best of luck." Marilyn snapped the locks on her briefcase. "Remember, we have a meeting in fifteen minutes to hash out the care of your daughter."
"I know. But I think we can do it this time."
"Good."
They turned and filed out of the courtroom.
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1600
Blacksburg, Virginia
Family Court
Harm felt a sudden knot in his stomach as the judge entered the courtroom. Mattie, Tom, and he had spent several hours on both Sunday and Monday evenings, working out the details of a shared-custody arrangement. They were all now waiting anxiously to see if the judge would agree to the terms they had set down. Mac had tried to reassure both Mattie and him throughout the weekend that as long as Tom was willing, the judge would agree, but Harm had been unable to be optimistic. As he had told the home inspector in December, it was his nature to prepare for the worst. He wouldn't be able to relax until the judge issued her decree.
"I see that my temporary decision in December worked out well." The judge looked at the assembled parties, noticing that all of them were seated at the same table. "Mr. Johnson, I'd like to congratulate you on your progress so far."
"Thank you, Your Honor." Tom Johnson shifted uncomfortably on his chair.
"And Miss Grace. Congratulations on getting caught up on your school work. I'm impressed."
Mattie blushed, but said, "Thank you."
The judge turned her attention to Harm. "And you, Commander Rabb, seem to have succeeded admirably as a guardian."
"Thank you, Your Honor. I did my best."
The judge looked at the papers in front of her. "Mr. Johnson, do I understand that you are asking for a ruling of joint custody for Mattie? You want to share responsibility for her welfare with Commander Rabb?"
Tom rose to his feet. "Yes, Your Honor. While I have been sober for six months, and I'm now working, I realize that I still have a way to go. Commander Rabb has been instrumental in getting Mattie involved in Alateen and in repairing our relationship. I believe that it would be in everyone's best interest if the Commander and I share custody." He sat down with a sigh of relief.
"I see." She looked at Harm and Tom, her lips pressed together. "You both understand that joint custody is just that? That the two of you discuss and agree on all major decisions?"
"Yes, Your Honor, we do," Harm replied.
"And you all can do that?"
"Yes, Your Honor." Both men answered that time.
"Then I'll allow it. Custody of the minor child, Mathilda Grace Johnson, is hereby granted jointly to Thomas Johnson and Commander Harmon Rabb." She brought the gavel down on the block. "Good luck, gentlemen."
Harm's smile went from one ear to the other. "Thank you." He turned to shake Tom's hand and wrap an arm around Mattie's shoulders. "Think you can handle taking orders from two dads, Mattie?"
Her smile was answer enough. Then she dug an elbow into his side. "Don't you think you better go hug the genius who came up with the idea?"
Harm turned his head to see Mac sitting quietly in the rear of the courtroom. "You're right. Meet you outside, Mats." He turned and walked to the back of the courtroom. "Hey, Partner. I didn't think you were going to be here."
Mac grinned at him. "I didn't think I was either. But the admiral apparently has developed a soft spot for you. He was afraid that you might need a character witness and sent me to follow you about five minutes after you left the office."
"No kidding." His eyebrows rose a fraction of an inch. "So are we going to tell him your testimony wasn't needed this time?"
"Nope. We're going to tell him I made the case, assuming he asks."
He gave her a quick hug, heedless of their being in uniform. "Well, it was all your doing. Thank you, Mac. You're the best."
"I know." She grinned back at him. "Now what do you say we all head back to town and a celebratory dinner?"
"Sounds good to me." He squeezed her again, and they went to join Mattie and Tom on the courthouse lawn.
The End.