(Standard disclaimers apply, and as always please read and
review. I want to tell you this now, that this story IS a
Harm/Mac story. It won't seem that way at first, but don't
worry I'll eventually be getting to that.)
(Unknown location: Washington DC)
"You know there are other ways that information can be passed along."
"What other ways?"
"Well," he said walking to her, and keeling down putting both of his hands on her knees. "You know you are a very beautiful woman, and that could be a very persuasive factor, when negotiating." He said caressing her face.
She held her breath, not really knowing what to do, or how she got herself into this mess in the first place. His hand moved downward, but she refused to move. She knew the stakes were too high, and she had to get that information.
"So why don't you tell me what I want to know, and then we'll see what happens," she said trying to distract him without drawing to much attention to it. He smiled, and much to her relief removed his hands. He now stood tall directly in front of where she was seated and put his hands across his chest.
With both hands behind her back, she griped at the cold steel, praying this wouldn't be ugly.
"You are a very determined woman," he said chuckling.
"So I'm told," she said remembering a cocky aviator who told her the same thing.
"So let's see if we can help each other get what we want."
Fade out
(JAG Headquarters: Next day)
Harm stepped off the elevators more tired then usual. He was called in early this morning for a meeting with the Admiral. He knew such early morning meetings were never good. When he got in the office, he sighed when he saw that Mac and Sturgis were already there. He knew he would hear about it after the meeting. He smartly came to attention in front of the Admiral who quietly told him to take a seat. To him, this was the second sign that something big was happening. The Admiral usually wasn't this subdued so early in the morning.
"I got a call this morning from DC police. It seems that an Iraqi diplomat killed late last night."
"Do they know who killed him sir," Mac asked with obvious concern.
"Well it seems that the person who killed him called the police."
"That doesn't sound like the MO of a killer sir," Sturgis said confused. "And why is JAG involved?"
"I was just getting to that Commander. The murderer is a Commander in the US Navy."
"Did the Commander give a reason sir," Harm asked finally being able to wake up.
"She did not."
"She?" All three officers said at once.
"She wouldn't give any statement without her lawyer present."
"Who is her lawyer sir," Sturgis asked, finally getting over the shock.
"She said it is Commander Rabb here."
"Me sir? Who is she?"
"Commander Meg Austen."
TBC
(Unknown location: Washington DC)
"You know there are other ways that information can be passed along."
"What other ways?"
"Well," he said walking to her, and keeling down putting both of his hands on her knees. "You know you are a very beautiful woman, and that could be a very persuasive factor, when negotiating." He said caressing her face.
She held her breath, not really knowing what to do, or how she got herself into this mess in the first place. His hand moved downward, but she refused to move. She knew the stakes were too high, and she had to get that information.
"So why don't you tell me what I want to know, and then we'll see what happens," she said trying to distract him without drawing to much attention to it. He smiled, and much to her relief removed his hands. He now stood tall directly in front of where she was seated and put his hands across his chest.
With both hands behind her back, she griped at the cold steel, praying this wouldn't be ugly.
"You are a very determined woman," he said chuckling.
"So I'm told," she said remembering a cocky aviator who told her the same thing.
"So let's see if we can help each other get what we want."
Fade out
(JAG Headquarters: Next day)
Harm stepped off the elevators more tired then usual. He was called in early this morning for a meeting with the Admiral. He knew such early morning meetings were never good. When he got in the office, he sighed when he saw that Mac and Sturgis were already there. He knew he would hear about it after the meeting. He smartly came to attention in front of the Admiral who quietly told him to take a seat. To him, this was the second sign that something big was happening. The Admiral usually wasn't this subdued so early in the morning.
"I got a call this morning from DC police. It seems that an Iraqi diplomat killed late last night."
"Do they know who killed him sir," Mac asked with obvious concern.
"Well it seems that the person who killed him called the police."
"That doesn't sound like the MO of a killer sir," Sturgis said confused. "And why is JAG involved?"
"I was just getting to that Commander. The murderer is a Commander in the US Navy."
"Did the Commander give a reason sir," Harm asked finally being able to wake up.
"She did not."
"She?" All three officers said at once.
"She wouldn't give any statement without her lawyer present."
"Who is her lawyer sir," Sturgis asked, finally getting over the shock.
"She said it is Commander Rabb here."
"Me sir? Who is she?"
"Commander Meg Austen."
TBC