Author: Nancy
Disclaimer: JAG and characters do not belong to me. I just enjoy
writing about them.
Classification: PG 13
Category: Harm and Mac/ Drama
Summary: All who have ever watched JAG know that Mac and Harm are
connected maybe not openly as most shippers would want, but the fact
that they are soulmates can't be denied.
Written: 1/2002
Part 3
Harm's mother and stepfather had arrived; Sergei informed me when I called to the waiting room to find out an update on Harm's condition. Harm's parents had met Sergei with graciousness and concern. I knew that Harm got his love for the Navy and flying from his dad, but his gentleness and caring came from his mom and step dad. I'm glad they are supporting one another because although I wanted to be there for Harm's family, I felt driven to find out who did this.
The police had finished collecting evidence at Harm's quarters when I
arrived.
I used my key to get into the normally meticulous apartment to find
everything in disarray. I felt a new surge of rage bubble up inside
over the violation of my friend's space. His books tossed around and
anything that was breakable was broken. Absently I began to pick up
items and return them to their original spot. I made my way towards
the kitchen and saw the large red stain on the floor. How long did
you lay here?
"Not long."
I covered my ears, "Don't do this to me."
"Please Mac, check the windows."
I sighed deeply, walked to the kitchen windows and attempted to open them. They were locked. I made my way to the window that opened onto the rooftop. It opened easily.
"Remember when you defended me for murder?"
I looked around the ledge and edges of the window. My hand felt a piece of fabric. I picked it up and walked over to the light where I could examine it closer. It was dark and maybe a half an inch in size. I rubbed it between my fingers and a red stain appeared. More blood. Was this your blood Harm?
"No."
I looked up and my heart jumped into my throat.
"You look like you've seen a ghost, Ninja girl."
He stood leaning lazily on one elbow at the kitchen bar.
"When did you get out of the hospital? I just called and Sergei, and he said there was no change."
He seemed to ignore the comment; "You found something?"
"Yes, a piece of fabric with what appears to have blood on it. I'll take it to the lab for analysis."
"Good job Marine." He grinned that smile. The nice one that I once pointed out helped him get his way most of the time but didn't work on me. I lied.
He was wearing his dress whites. "Going somewhere special?"
"Nope, you know what they say, dress white and gold wings will get you what you want." He cocked his head and crossed his arms arrogantly, yet playfully across his chest.
"Okay, Flyboy, spill it. What else do you want?" My upper lip twitched and rolled my eyes at his obvious attempt to manipulate me.
"You know me so well." He smirked and then grew somber.
"Whoever did this, won't stop with me. I didn't see him, but I felt his anger. I believe that he will go after others."
"Others?" I had turned and walked back to the window to see if I missed something else.
Silence...
"Harm?" He was gone. I searched the apartment and outside in the hallway. Why did he leave? My ringing cell phone disturbed my search. "Mackenzie."
"Mac, this is Sergei. You must come to the hospital. Something bad is happening."
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