Okay! THIS is an old story... written sometime between 2003-2004 for the old JAG Angst Anon group. It doesn't start off nice and it's very angsty. I skimmed it quickly and am not going to do any editing to it as I tend to want to re-write the whole thing so... because people are stuck at home and bored... here you go. All my angsty fans... you'll like this. I am going to post the whole thing tonight, I hope. :)

Here we go...

Title: Treason

Author: Jackie

Rating: NC-17 – Sexual Situations, R – Language + Violence.

Parings: Webb/Mac which will lead to Harm/Mac. This is a shipper story.

Summary: Murder. Treason. . . Mac? Another CIA mission gone wrong causes Mac to take the fall. No longer able to face things alone, she turns to Harm who would do anything to keep her safe.

AN: This will be a pretty angsty piece. The first few chapters are a "bit" problematic, but, have no fear I am a shipper and the story will have SOME SORT of shipper ending. *smiles* And oh yes, we'll have smut. ;)

PART 1

0400 Zulu

Mac's Apartment

Georgetown

A classic red Corvette made it's way up the street and parked out side of an apartment building. It's driver, Commander Harmon Rabb Jr, remained seated inside, unsure of what he was about to do. He'd been fruitlessly in love with his best friend and partner, Lt. Colonel Sarah MacKenzie, for so long that he was starting to have an unbearable ache in his heart.

Normally, he wouldn't even consider being so bold, but there was something in the her voice when they spoke last.

It all began, he was sure, when his co-workers heard about the near fatal incident involving his F-14 Tomcat. Harm and his RIO Lt. Elizabeth "Skates" Hawks, were doing his routine carrier qualifications when their squadron leader asked them to patrol a No Fly zone.

Two bogies came out of no where and for some reason, Harm's F-14 would not lock on to a target. This forced them to race into and try to take cover within the mountains. Then came the missiles. Harm managed to out maneuver one of them but the second clipped the edge of his wing. Luckily, he and Skates managed to punch out before the F-14 hurled itself into a mountain side, causing a massive explosion.

A Marine extraction team managed to locate the pilot and RIO, bringing them safely back to the USS Patrick Henry. Nearly all of his co-workers had contacted him at one time or another. The last person that he spoke to was Mac. She'd been away doing an investigation and upon walking into the bull pen at JAG Headquarters, she was immediately greeted by Lt. Harriet Sims telling her that the Commander was nearly killed in combat.

Still sitting in his 'Vette he remembered how worried she sounded. "Hey. . . I heard, are you and Skates okay?"

"Yea, Mac. . .we're fine. . .just a little shaken up." He'd told her.

She sighed and leaned into her chair, her voice a little louder than a whisper. "We need to talk, Harm. . .and not on the phone. . . we need to talk face to face." When he didn't say anything, she took a deep breath. "About us. . .I know that I didn't wish you luck, but I didn't know you were going up."

"I have to go, Mac. . . I'll drop by your place when I get back home, okay?"

She nodded, and thanked the heavens that he was safe. Yet, she wouldn't stop praying until she could see him with her own two eyes. "If I am not here, just let yourself in. . . I'll see you, flyboy."

'This is it.' He thought. This was the moment they had been looking for. No more hiding or running, this time it was all or nothing. This time, he vowed to tell Sarah MacKenzie what he felt about her.

Climbing out of his 'Vette, Harm grabbed the roses that he had bought her and made his way up the stairs and into the building. He knocked once on the door and when she didn't answer, he decided to let himself in.

The sight before him made Harm stop dead in his tracks. The fireplace was lit, casting a subtle glow over the couple that occupied Mac's sofa. There was Sarah MacKenzie sitting on top of someone.

"Mac." Harm said, his voice cracking as he willed himself not to break out in tears.

Mac nearly fell off of her suitor as she turned over to see Harm's figure slumped near the doorway. "Harm?"

"Rabb?" A familiar voice said. Harm knew that it belonged to CIA Agent Clayton Webb. He got up from the sofa so quickly that Mac's six hit the floor.

The flowers dropped to the floor. The vase breaking into a zillion pieces just as his heart did. Harm turned around and closed the door behind him. He didn't need to see Webb's face, what they were doing was registered on the look that Mac had given him. Though the thought nauseated him, she'd made a choice. It was the end. He wasn't going to love her anymore.