"Tested Hearts" , Chapter 22
Author: Chicmns
Category: Drama, angst
Disclaimer: All main characters belong to DPB, CBS, and Paramount. Other characters (see below) are used with the greatest respect and a solemn promise not to benefit in any way by their use, except in the cause of (hopefully) good fiction.
Rating: PG
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GW HOSPITAL"Commander, we've just had a development here," Harm heard the Admiral's gruff voice over his cell phone. He'd decided to go outside in order to call JAG, to find out if everything was OK with Jen ... and get a little fresh air as well. The tone of his commanding officer's voice, however, drove away any thoughts of cleansing breaths.
"What's happened, sir?" Harm asked him. There was a noticeable pause, and Harm could hear voices in the background before the Admiral replied.
"Two Metro DC cops just arrested Coates for assault and battery on Johnson. Looks like he's sicked the dogs on her."
"Damm!! Ellen Valera just arrived, and among other things, told us that he'd be getting a lawyer. When Mattie heard that, she knew he'd go after Jen. Where are they taking her, sir?--I've got to get her out."
"4th precinct station in DC. I've got Bud right behind her, Harm. Told her to keep quiet. I'm going to clear my day and follow as soon as I can. I don't want you or Mac anywhere near this right now ... might be bad for the custody case later on. Stay where you are, and let Lt. Roberts handle it. How's Mattie?" Harm sighed in relief; Bud would get control of the situation, and hopefully try to get a fast bail hearing or, failing that, Jen released on her own recognizance. Harm wasn't worried about the legal aspects; Bud was up to the task. He was more worried about how Mattie would react to the news, and whether he should tell her. "She's fine, sir. They're releasing her this afternoon at 3—barring any complications. I was going to check in with the news about her discharge when Valera told us about Tom. I'm not sure I should tell Mattie about Jen's arrest; I don't want her to have a relapse or something else happen."
"Good news about Mattie; I'll let everyone here know," the Admiral told him. "I can't tell you what to do about this latest twist and Mattie, Commander ... but my gut says to go ahead and tell her. You've always been straight with her; anything less now would be worse than not telling her right away. She'll handle it OK. Just get her home and away from that place, and we'll do everything we can to get Coates home herself in a few hours—if not sooner." Harm didn't have to think long about it; he knew the Admiral was right. He and Mac had always told Mattie the truth, and now wasn't the time to stop.
"You're right, sir. I'll let Mac know, and then we'll tell her together." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. That was a conversation he was not looking forward to.
"Don't worry about things, Harm. Stick close to her, and keep in touch. I'll be on my cell, or in touch thru Harriet. We'll bring Coates home once Bud and I spring her, and then we'll talk about our next move."
"Yes, sir. Thank you, Admiral. I'll tell Mattie you asked about her."
"Do that. Keep a sharp eye out, Commander—no telling what else Johnson's gonna pull out of his six."
"Agreed. I feel like going on a little search-and-destroy mission right now, in all honesty, sir."
"I know what you mean, Harm. But we have to do this by the numbers. We don't want to give him anything else to use against you. What about Mattie's friend—Andre? Might be a good idea to contact the school, and maybe the young man's grandmother. That idiot might try to go after him, too." Harm hadn't considered that; Mattie would be worried about her best friend, too.
"I'll talk to Miss Valera about that, sir. You're right—I owe Andre for what he did to help us last night, and I'll protect him as well."
"We'll protect both of them, Commander. I have to get things squared away here, and then head into DC to go after my yeoman. Stay where you are, and in touch, Commander." Harm heard the unspoken warning in the Admiral's voice, and realized that the older officer wasn't quite sure Harm would stay where he was, instead of going after Tom.
"Aye, sir." Harm answered, to a sudden dial tone. He closed his phone, thought for a moment, and then turned to head back to Mattie's room ... a thousand things flowing through him, all tinged with anger and determination to see this through.
4th Floor Nurse's Station
"Hello, Miss Barrows, it's Ellen Valera. I hope I'm not disturbing you." Ellen was on her cell phone, talking to Mattie's school counselor.
"Good morning, Miss Valera. Not at all ... what can I do for you?"
"I wanted to call to let you know about some possible developments in Mattie's case, and then ask about Andre."
"Oh—well, I'm here to help. How is Mattie?"
"She's fine. Looks like she's going to be released from the hospital this afternoon, according to her doctor. Her tests came back good, and he's going to keep her at home for the next week or so for rest."
"Oh, good ... that's excellent news! I'll let her teachers know, and recruit Andre to bring her assignments to her. I take it there's something else going on?"
Perceptive woman, Ellen thought to herself. No wonder she was so well liked and respected at the school where she worked.
"We think so. You see, Tom Johnson has retained a lawyer ... and Mattie thinks he might make some legal moves against Jen Coates or Andre because of their actions in her room last night. I don't believe he can do anything regarding Andre; he's a minor, and wasn't really at the center of what happened. Miss Coates, however, is a different story, and Mattie seems sure that her father will try to do whatever he can to one or both of them, in order to help his case—or get back at them for preventing him from reaching Mattie last night."
"Hmm. Well, I agree with you on Andre's status, and I'm legally bound to keep his grandmother informed about anything affecting him. We'll be on our toes here, too, of course. We received a copy of the restraining order against Johnson by messenger from the Court this morning, and the vice principal is informing all staff and security about the situation. I'll find Andre right now, and then contact his grandmother after I have a talk with the vice-principal."
"That would be great, Miss Barrows," Ellen told her. "If you need me for anything, please call me on my cell. Obviously, I'd like to keep Andre shielded as much as I can from this custody situation, and I believe if we work together, we can do that."
"I agree wholeheartedly, Miss Valera ... but Andre is, as you may know, pretty protective of Mattie. He'll be less concerned about himself--and more concerned about her, once he hears about this. He doesn't like Mattie's biological father very much."
He's not the only one, Ellen wanted to say. Professional standards and ethics kept her from voicing her feelings, though. "Hmm. Well, I just wanted to call and let you know about this, Miss Barrows. Probably nothing, but ..."
"I'm glad you did call, Miss Valera. I'll keep in touch, once I've spoken with everyone on this end. Please let Mattie know I'm thinking about her, and I'll try to visit her soon."
"I will, Miss Barrows. Thanks for your time."
"Not at all. Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
Sighing, Ellen returned her cell to her purse, and turned to go back to Mattie's room. Before she could take two steps, however, her cell rang again. She fished it out and, not recognizing the number on the screen, answered.
"Ellen Valera."
"Miss Valera, my name is Milt Ramsey. I'm counsel for Tom Johnson in his custody case for his daughter, Mattie Grace Johnson? I hope this isn't an inconvenient time to call—your supervisor gave me your number." The voice was cultured, but with a roughness that put her senses on alert. Generally, she'd had few problems dealing with lawyers in custody cases. The work required both sensitivity and negotiation skills, and if a lawyer was deficient in either area, they didn't last long in family law. Ellen hoped this one wouldn't prove to be a hindrance for Mattie.
"Yes, Mr. Ramsey. Thank you for calling. I take it you're up to speed on the court matters and documents in this case?"
"All but the interviews and reports from FCS regarding last night's ... unfortunate occurrences. I've spoken with my client, of course, and now I would like to speak with Miss Johnson and her guardians." His tone was slightly demanding, she thought. "Also, assault charges have been filed against Miss Coates, and the Metro DC police should be arresting her about now." Ellen sighed heavily; ever since she'd spoken with Tom Johnson at the center, she knew this was coming ... but it was still a surprise that he would deliberately go after people so close to his daughter.
"I'm at the hospital right now, Counselor, completing my own interviews with everyone involved in what happened when Tom Johnson tried to attack—"
"Now, wait a minute, Miss Valera—my client maintains that he was only concerned for his daughter, and was trying to find out what her condition was when he was ... impeded ... by this Jennifer Coates and a young man, Andre Biggs. Surely, a father has the right to—"
"Counselor, I'm not going to debate this right now with you. If you've read the present custody agreements, you know that Mr. Johnson must contact either myself, or Mattie's legal guardians before visiting her; last night, he did not. That's a serious violation of the judge's guardianship order. He also came to the hospital intoxicated—not legally drunk, I grant you—but definitely impaired. We have the breathalyzer results from the hospital staff to corroborate that. Not to mention Mattie's physical and emotional reaction to the incident; a collapsed lung, requiring an invasive procedure by the medical staff here to get her lung reinflated in order to let her breath normally ... as well as emotional trauma. All a direct result of your client's 'visit', counselor. Now, my job as her caseworker is to protect her and keep her safe. That's why we got the restraining order from Family Court, and why the next court date has been moved up."
"I understand all that, Miss Valera ... all I'm asking right now is that you give us a chance to speak with the daughter and others involved, in preparation for the next court appearance." Ellen sighed again.
"Counselor, Mattie's being released this afternoon from the hospital, and has been ordered to rest for the next week. I will speak with Mr. Rabb, and see if having you come by Mattie's home on Friday will be OK. That's all I can do right now."
"I appreciate your consideration, Ms. Valera. Friday will be fine if you can make it work. Please call back when you know something, and we can go over any further details then."
"That will be fine, Mr. Ramsey. As Mattie's caseworker and an officer of the court, I will be attending those interviews as well, for the record."
"Understood, Ms. Valera. Thanks again, and I'll speak with you soon. Goodbye."
"Goodbye, Mr. Ramsey." The call ended, and Ellen was left feeling vaguely uneasy about the conversation. She didn't know anything about this Ramsey, and she decided to find out if anyone in her office had any prior experience in dealing with him. Her cop instincts were in red alert mode, but she wasn't quite sure why. Shaking her head to clear it, she headed back to Mattie's room; and ran into Harm Rabb, returning from his own call.
"Ms. Valera." He seemed distracted and flustered.
"Mr. Rabb—are you OK, sir?" He had anger in his eyes, Ellen saw—and decided that he'd just been told of his daughter's roommate's arrest. His next words confirmed it.
"I've just been told by my CO that Metro cops just arrested Jen at JAG and have taken her to the 4th precinct. She's been charged with assault and battery." These last words were shot out of his mouth like bullets from a machine gun, and Ellen could feel the coiled, tense emotions radiating from Mattie's guardian.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I just spoke with Mr. Johnson's attorney a Milt Ramsey. He told me they were pressing charges, and other things ..." She didn't want to mention the visit to Mattie's home by the lawyer just yet; not until she could get a better sense of Harm's state of mind. "Two questions, Mr. Rabb; are you going to tell Mattie at this point, and what will you do next?" She looked up at him ... even at 5'7", she had to cant her head at a painful angle in order to watch his face, looking down at her from his own 6'4" height.
Harm returned her appraising look, measuring her words as any lawyer would. He thought he could see in her eyes the expectation that he'd go after Tom himself, making a tough situation worse. The military officer and father in him fought mightily with the cool pilot and lawyer, and Ellen saw that battle take place in Harm's eyes. After a few moments, as hospital staff surged around them, he closed his eyes for a moment, and then opened them, again meeting her gaze.
"I'm going to tell Mac and my folks what's happened, and then ... I'm going to stay with Mattie, and take her home later. JAG will defend Jen Coates and get her out; even though I can't leave Mattie's side to go help Jen, she's got two very good lawyers with her. She'll understand, and so will Mattie—I hope." He stopped speaking giving her a wry, small grin. Both of them knew Mattie would want Harm to go help Jen; just as they also knew that would be a bad move at the moment. Ellen nodded at him, showing him that she understood the difficult place he was in, and the hard choices he needed to make. So far, he was showing admirable restraint and control. Ellen hoped it would last.
"I think ... you're doing the right thing, sir," she told him, as they slowly started walking back to Mattie's room. Ellen had trouble matching Harm's long-legged strides, and wondered idly how Sarah dealt with it.
"Don't misunderstand, Miss Valera—a part of me wants to go find him, and have a ... private, direct discussion. The smarter part of me knows how bad that would be. Did you reach Miss Barrows about Andre? Is Tom going after him, too?"
She glanced up at him, surprised that he'd deduced what she'd been dealing with so quickly. She reminded herself that this was a man trained to think and fight in multiple dimensions at the same time.
"I, um ... I reached Miss Barrows, yes. She and the school will look out for Andre. She's going to speak with his grandmother as well. Their security has been alerted." They had reached the fourth floor corridor turn, and were drawing closer to Mattie's room.
"Good. Please do whatever you can for him, Miss Valera; I—we owe him for what he did for Mattie, and I don't want him any more involved in this mess if we can help it."
"I'll do my best, Mr. Rabb. Let me worry about that. You just stay with Mattie; I hope she takes this news OK."
"Me, too. Mac and I have to find a way to tell her gently, without hurting her. She loves Jen, and I think she's been as worried about her as Jen has been about Mattie." Ellen nodded.
"If you like, I can tell her. Might be a little easier, her hearing it from me." Harm shook his head as they reached Mattie's door.
"No, I need to do this. It's my responsibility, and she should hear it from me."
"Okay," she told him. He paused at the door, took a deep breath, and then opened it, followed by Ellen into the room with expectant looks on every face there.
"Dad! What did you find—"Mattie's excited voice trailed off as she saw the look on Harm's face. She knew right away something bad had happened. So did everyone else.
"Harm?" Mac asked him. He cleared his throat, glancing between Mattie and Mac's stricken faces, and then glanced at his parents before speaking.
"Mattie ... I want you to try to be calm, okay?" She nodded slowly, her eyes as big as saucers. "The police have arrested Jen, and she's being taken into DC for booking. The Admiral and Bud are following her; they'll get her out, honey. She won't be in there long, I'm sure of it."
Mattie's face drained of color, and she looked down at her fingers, twisted around each other ... then whispered in a quiet voice, "Why ... why did he do it?"
Harm and Mac traded glances; he could see that she was very worried about Jen, too. "I'm not sure, Mattie. But whatever the reason, it won't do him any good."
Trish came and sat next to Mattie, taking her hand in hers. "Mattie, are you OK, dear?" The young girl looked up at her with pained eyes.
"I ... he's trying to destroy everything I have, Grams. I have to talk to him ... maybe I can get him to stop--"
"That's not a good idea right now, Mattie." Ellen told her. She was unprepared for Mattie's explosive response.
"I don't care!! My father just had Jen arrested, dammit! Why didn't you stop him—what good are you doing, anyway? He's hurting everyone I care about, everyone I---"The rest came out in sobs, and both Trish and Mac pulled Mattie into their arms ... desperately trying to calm her down. No one wanted her to have a relapse, after fighting so hard to get better.
Harm clenched his fists at his sides, watching his daughter in anguish ... and Frank looked ready to fight someone—anyone. Ellen watched Mattie's sobbing form for a moment, and then took a step closer to the bed. Before she could speak, they heard Mac's whispers to Mattie.
"Sweetie, it'll be OK. I know how you feel, but I want you to try to relax, hmm? They'll get her out as fast as they can, honey. She might even beat you home today, and then you can tease her about how jail stripes just don't look good on her." Mattie laughed, watery laughs that shook her, Trish, and Mac ... who leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss on her temple, and a smile. Ellen watched as some of the tension left Mattie's face, and the young girl shyly turned to meet her eyes.
"Miss Valera, I'm ... I'm really sorry. I was so rude to you—" Ellen held up a hand.
"It's OK, Mattie. I understand, and I wish there was something I could have done to prevent the arrest. I'm sure, though, that Miss Coates will be OK, and you'll see her soon. I called the school, and they're looking out for Andre. Miss Barrows will talk with his grandmother, she told me, and the school is keeping close watch on things. Try to rest, Mattie ... we don't want you to get sick again. Stay calm, and think about good things, like ... pizza, or something. I'm going to go back to the office, and check on some things. Mr. Rabb—Sarah, I'll be in touch. Call me if you need anything—I'll check back with you in a few hours." She touched Mattie's hand briefly, gave Mac a smile, nodded at Harm ... then quietly left the room.
"Sorry, Dad, Mom ... guess she's mad at me now," Mattie whispered, looking down at the floor. Harm shook his head, and tousled her hair. "No, she's not mad, kiddo—she knows you didn't mean it. You're worried about Jen—we all are. But Bud and the Admiral will get her released. Meantime, take it easy, and breathe. It's almost lunchtime, and you haven't eaten in a while. You must be starving. We'll have lunch--and then it's nap time for you, my girl. I'm taking you home today, Mattie ... so we're going to do everything Dr. Masters said—clear?""
"Yes, sir," Mattie told him ... leaning back against her pillows and wiping her eyes.
"I like the sound of that--you should use that phrase more ..." Harm teased her with a grin. Mattie raised an eyebrow at him, with a slight twinkle in her wet eyes.
"Shut up—sir." Frank laughed as Harm returned her raised eyebrow with one of his own.
"Been picking up some bad habits from impolite branches of the services, I see," he muttered, casting a glance at Mac—who stuck out her tongue at him.
"Mattie's right, flyboy—shut up, and let my girl rest, willya?" Their banter served its' purpose; Mattie seemed calmer, glancing back and forth between her "Bickersons," as she and Jen called them, when Harm and Mac were slinging verbal arrows between themselves.
Mattie's thoughts returned to her 'sister', whom she knew could take care of herself. Jen had been in her share of tough situations before; she was in Afghanistan with Bud when the accident that took his leg happened. Jen didn't talk much about that incident, but Mattie always remembered the look in her eyes whenever the subject came up. She never saw fear in Jen's eyes; just a steely look she didn't quite understand ... but somehow knew made Jen a stronger person for having gone through that experience.
She hoped Jen was drawing on that strength right now.
GOOD HOPE TREATMENT CENTERAndrei Dax, the big Russian, and Tom Johnson were in the Center's library/lounge room, where books, comfortable furniture, and several Internet stations were located. Tom was at the keyboard, showing Andrei pictures from a recent yearbook posted on Mattie and Andre's school website. He located a few pictures of the Jr. Varsity basketball team, the student yearbook staff, and the Christmas play. All the pictures had in common one student in particular; Andre Biggs. Tom didn't speak, afraid of being overheard by some of the other people in the room, but pointed out Andre's picture as they came up on the screen. Beside him, Andrei Dax nodded, memorizing the boy's face. The two men had discussed the fact that Andrei was slated to leave the center the next day, and had made plans to keep in touch. Andrei laughed when Tom told him of the news from his lawyer ... that Jen Coates had been arrested at her job, and taken into custody. Now the scales were being balanced a little more, Tom thought. Andrei, who appreciated the idea of revenge as a sometimes necessary part of life, wholeheartedly agreed with Tom's suggestions about how to intimidate the young kid who had dared to put his hands on him, keeping him from his own daughter and allowing that bitch Coates to throw him across the room.
Tom didn't want to check himself out of the Center just yet; he needed the sanctuary of its' walls to protect him while some of his plans were put in motion. Since Andrei was leaving soon, though ... it was a good opportunity to take advantage of a 'wild card' that he just couldn't pass up.
Tom would get back at these meddling people, and then he would take his daughter away for good.
MATTIE AND ANDRE'S SCHOOL"Gramma, please don't worry. This is no big deal—Mattie's father won't do anything to me ... I'm a kid!" Andre protested as he, his grandmother, and Miss Barrows sat in her office. She'd told Andre's grandmother everything that had happened up to that point with Mattie and her biological father—and Andre's part in things. The last thing she mentioned was the newest development; Jen Coates' arrest earlier that morning for assault in the same incident Andre had been involved in. And now, the older woman sat in front of her desk, shaking her head ... the fabric of her dress making "swishing" sounds with each movement.
"I AM worried, Andre ... this man Johnson sounds like he's out to cause trouble, and I don't want you involved in it!"
Miss Barrows sat quietly, watching the interplay between Andre and his grandmother/guardian.
"Gramma, I didn't do anything, really. I just ... got in his way, that's all. Jen stopped him, not me. I know Mr. Rabb will get her out of jail, and when the real story comes out in court, Mr. Johnson will lose big time. He was drinking—I smelled it on him when he came into Mattie's room. No way was I gonna let him near her. She was crying, Gramma! I know you haven't met her yet, but she's my best friend! I HAD to do something to protect her!"
His grandmother sighed, shaking her grey head at her unusually grown-up, principled grandson ... unable to hide the obvious pride in her voice and eyes. "I've always taught you to treat people with respect, Andre, and protect people you care about. I know she's your friend, but I just have a bad feeling about all this."
"We're doing everything we can to keep a watch out here, ma'am," Miss Barrows told her. "School security has a picture of Mr. Johnson, and the rest of the staff has been told to report any sighting immediately. Andre's teachers are on alert, and we can arrange escort rides home from school if necessary until this is over with."
"That's OK, Miss Barrows," Andre told her. "I grew up in this city, and I go where I want to go—I don't need anybody escorting me. I'll be careful, and keep my eyes open. I doubt Mr. Johnson rides city buses, which is how I get around ... so everything should be fine. When I go to visit Mattie—"
"I'm coming with you, son! I don't want you going anywhere near her without me along!"
"Gramma!", Andre started to protest, but was cut off.
"That's final, young man! I need to meet these folks of hers, anyway, and I would like to make sure that young girl is feeling better—it's the Christian thing to do. Can you help us with that, Miss Barrows?" she asked the woman behind the desk.
"Of course, ma'am," she replied. "Mr. Rabb, his folks, Jen, and Sarah MacKenzie are all very nice people, and I'm sure they'd like to meet you, as well. So would Mattie. Andre made quite an impression on them at the hospital, and Mr. Rabb is very grateful to him. I'll see what I can arrange." The women exchanged smiles.
"I'd appreciate it, Miss Barrows. I'll bake Mattie some cookies; that should make her feel better."
"She loved your oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, Gramma—make some of those!" Andre said. His grandmother chuckled.
"I know exactly WHO likes my oatmeal chocolate chip cookies—sho'nuff! You better make sure that girl and her folks get most of the cookies I bake, you hear me?"
Andre nodded happily. "Yes, ma'am," he answered ... a smile on his face. He was remembering how Mattie had flipped over his grandmother's cookies, back during one of their first lunches together--and that's when he knew he'd found a true friend. There was one thing he knew Mattie loved even more than pizza – chocolate chip cookies.
"Well," his grandmother said after giving her grandson a fond look, "I should be heading back home. I'm satisfied things are in hand here, Miss Barrows, and I appreciate you filling me in on everything. My feet are bothering me, and I need to go soak 'em." Andre's grandmother was in her 60's, and even though she was quite spry for her age, she tired easily and had some medical issues as well.
"Can I give you a ride, ma'am? It's nearly the end of the school day, and I'd be happy to take both of you home. Andre can miss his last class this once, I think."
"That's very kind, but no thank you, miss ... I don't want him losing any class time if it can be avoided. He's got his grade point average, scholarships, and the Naval Academy to think of. And as for me ..." she slowly stood up from the chair she was sitting in, "I'll be fine on the bus. Andre, I expect you to call before you leave school, let me know you're on your way home. After you've spoken with Mr. Rabb, Miss Barrows, please call me. And tell him I'm praying for both he and Mattie, if you don't mind."
"I certainly will, ma'am. Let me walk you to the bus stop, at least. Andre, you head on back to class—here's a hall pass." Andre took the written note, and helped his grandmother with her coat. "I'll see you after school, Gramma."
"Okay, baby," she told him, gently patting his cheek. "Be good, and pay attention—no wandering eyes on any girls, you hear?" Andre rolled his eyes, exchanging grins with Miss Barrows as they all left her office.
Miss Barrows had a strong feeling that Andre was only concerned with one girl in particular.
4th PRECINCT STATION, DC METRO POLICE
The interview room that Jen and Bud were in had to be one of the darkest, dingiest rooms either of them had even seen. Peeling paint, water leaks in the walls and ceilings, and the metal table and chairs in the center of the room looked as though they had been forged during the Greek era. The old fluorescent lights cast a pallid pall over every object in the room, and as Bud's eyes came back to Jen's wan face, he'd have to include her with everything else. Her large, watery eyes held a sense of forlorn despair that almost broke her heart, and the cuffs on her wrists were already chafing the skin underneath them.
She and Bud were the only ones in the room, waiting for a Detective Lee, who was handling the case. Both officers knew that there were police officers just outside the door, and the two-way mirror on the worn wall behind Bud indicated other witnesses.
Bud sighed, and looked again at Jen, who'd said little except her name, address, and duty station as she'd been processed and fingerprinted downstairs. Rather than being placed in a cell, however, they'd been allowed to remain in one of the interview rooms while waiting for Detective Lee. Bud had requested that the cuffs be removed, but that request had fallen on deaf ears. The generally good view of the military in DC these days didn't apparently extend to this situation, and that fact made Bud very angry. He wasn't in a mood to put up with any embarrassments heaped on either Jen or himself, and was determined to get her out as soon as possible.
"How are you holding up, Jen?" he asked her.
She just nodded, casting glances around the room and finally looking at the two-way mirror.
"It's OK—if there's anyone in there listening, I'll find out about it, and make them pay in court." Bud's voice carried a lot of steel in it, drawing Jen's gaze to him.
"Thanks for staying with me, sir. This is so embarrassing, being arrested right in the middle of the office." Bud knew she was thinking of the Admiral, who watched as she'd been cuffed and led away.
"He won't hold this against you, Jen. He knows this is all bogus, and he'll be here soon—and then, Petty Officer, get ready to watch it hit the fan!" Bud's excited grin made Jen laugh.
"I guess so, sir. I'm worried about Mattie, too ... having her roommate arrested might not look good for her case."
Bud shook his head.
"You're worrying for nothing, Jen. We're not going to let it get that far, and even if it does somehow, I'm sure the judge will see it for what it is: an attempt by Mattie's father to burn everything and everyone in his way in order to get Mattie back. And you're forgetting about the Commander. When he gets involved in this, Tom Johnson is going to wish he'd never heard of him, or the Navy. You're part of his family, Jen—you know that. He'll do whatever it takes to protect you, just like he would for Mattie. Try not to worry." Jen wiped her eyes, giving him a smile. She sighed, and looked down for a moment at her folded hands on the tabletop ... a thoughtful look on her face.
"Seems like there's always excitement happening when you and I get involved in something, sir." she told him, a wry grin on her face. Bud returned it, knowing exactly what she was thinking of. Their time aboard the Seahawk had changed both of their lives—forever.
"Well, I guess it's like what Commander Turner says sometimes, Jen ... it's not a party until something gets broken."
He winked at her, grateful for her brightening outlook. She was a naturally sunny person, he knew, and she'd been a desperately needed bright spot for him after his accident in Afghanistan; one of the few people who'd dared to joke with and tease him during that dark period as he fought to stay on active duty in the Navy and recover from the loss of his leg, never letting him sink too low into depression.
She'd stayed with him every step of the way on the trip from the Seahawk back to the States, and to Bethesda Naval Hospital in DC where his family and friends were waiting. Jen had helped with his meds on the helicopter and hospital ship legs of the trip, keeping him alert and comfortable until the Bethesda doctors took over. He could remember waking up several times during that trip home, to see her sleeping in a chair next to his bed ... and he realized at that moment that he'd never really thanked her for everything she'd done for him. Protecting her from Tom Johnson and these charges would be a start, he told himself, but he also knew that he and Jen Coates would have a long talk together, when this was all over with.
The opening door interrupted his thoughts, and a medium-built African American man with a badge and gun clipped to his belt entered the room, carrying a folder. He studied the two people at the table for a moment, and then closed the door loudly behind him, taking the chair directly across from Jen. He carried a worn air about him, and wasn't physically imposing. There was, however, something menacing about him, and Bud saw years of law enforcement experience in his eyes. Grateful that he wouldn't have to deal with a younger detective whose only goal would be to wrap up this case in order to move to the next one, he held out his hand.
"Lt. Roberts, representing Petty Officer Coates. I'm a JAG lawyer serving with the Petty Officer. Pleased to meet you." Detective Lee took the offered hand, shaking it.
"Likewise. Detective Lee, CAP Division, 4th precinct. I'm investigating this case, filed by a Thomas Johnson and his attorney, Milt Ramsey. Miss Coates, you've been arrested and charged with assault and battery, both felony charges. You're going to be arraigned in a couple of hours downstairs, and you can enter a plea at that time. Right now, I want to talk about what happened at GW. I've reviewed your military records, and I've spoken by phone with a Dr. Masters and a nurse that was in the room at the time of the incident. From what I can determine, there's not a lot of meat here, but I want to get your side of the story. I hope your lawyer will let you speak to me right now; you're still under arrest, and don't have to talk to me." He looked at her expectantly, and Jen glanced at Bud—who gave her a slight nod—before answering.
"I'll talk to you now, Detective. My lawyer might not let me answer all of your questions, though."
"Good. I understand, and all I want is to resolve this if I can, before it goes before a judge. I don't relish having to arrest active-duty military personnel and bring them into my house, so let's see what we can do, OK?" Bud and Jen both nodded.
"OK. Just take me through everything that happened, starting with your arrival at the hospital last night, focusing on the time the assault—"
"—alleged assault—my client was defending her roommate and others in the room."Bud told him. Detective Lee glanced at him for a moment.
"alleged assault took place. I'm going to be taking notes, and have you sign a statement when we're finished. Your lawyer will receive a copy, and then we'll take you downstairs for the arraignment. Now, please tell me everything that occurred."Jen began speaking, interrupted only a few times by either Detective Lee or Bud as she talked about what had happened, and her own actions during the attack.
Behind the two-way mirror stood Admiral Chegwidden, who'd arrived at the station just before Detective Lee had entered the interview room, with Captain Reynolds, the shift commander, standing next to him. Both men, joined by an ADA who hadn't said much since entering the small room, watched silently, listening as Jen spoke.
When it was apparent the interview was coming to a close, Captain Reynolds spoke up.
"Her story sounds better than the malarkey Ramsey and his client gave us when they filed charges against Miss Coates. My people haven't turned up anything so far to disprove what she's telling us. The hospital staff and security back up her version. This whole thing is bogus."
The Admiral grunted, staying silent for a minute before speaking. "I know you saw some trouble on her record when you ran her prints, but she's been a straight arrow in the Navy. I don't have slackers and criminals working for me, gentlemen. She's served with distinction, and has spent time both on ships and in Afghanistan, where she stood in the middle of a minefield helping Lt. Roberts there save a little boy. Commander Rabb, the girl's guardian, wouldn't have let her within a mile of his ward if he had any doubts about her, and she's been Mattie Johnson's roommate for several months now. Those two are like peas in a pod, and my yeoman was only doing what she's been trained to do—protect her charge and deal with a threat. Johnson made the first move - against a 15 year old boy - and the Petty Officer reacted. This whole thing is crap, and I'd be personally grateful to you if we could wrap this thing up."
Captain Reynolds and the ADA glanced at each other, and then he turned to the Admiral.
"Let me get my detective's two cents' on this thing, Admiral, and then we can all talk." He turned and left the observation room, and a minute later the door to the interview room opened, and Captain Reynolds waved Detective Lee into the hallway, closing the door behind them. The Admiral watched Bud give Jen a nod and a smile; his officer knew what he did, that Jen would hopefully be getting out of here soon.
The ADA spoke. "If Detective Lee agrees with what our guts are all telling us, I'll ask for immediate release on personal recog at the arraignment, and kick this thing back over to Family Court—since this incident is related to the custody case." the ADA told him. "I don't have time for this kind of stuff--I've got real criminals to keep off the streets."
"I appreciate the professional consideration, Counselor," the Admiral told him, receiving a nod in return.
"I like to think we're all on the same team here, Admiral. You've got your work to do, and I have mine. No need for either of us wasting time doing it."
"Agreed."
The door opened, and the two police officers entered the room.
"Everything she says checks out," Lee told them. "I don't have any reason to believe things didn't happen exactly as she said they did, and I've got at least two corrobs from the hospital staff. Like I just told the Cap, this is a dead horse. I've got enough real cases on my desk without having to screw with this one." Everyone nodded.
"All right," Captain Reynolds said. "If the ADA can get the arraignment moved up, all the better. If not, Coates can stay in the conference room till then. Sorry, Admiral, but we've gotta leave the cuffs on for now. Protocol, I'm sure you understand." He winked at the Admiral, who gave him a grin.
"Her lawyer can stay with her till the arraignment. I won't leave a guard, if I can have your assurance it won't bite me in the ass." He looked over at the Admiral.
"You've got my personal word, Captain—my people won't cause you any trouble."
"Good enough, then. We done here?" Everyone nodded, and they all left the cramped room, the Admiral and Detective Lee entering the interview room, while the Captain and the ADA continued on down the hall. Both Jen and Bud stood at attention when they saw the Admiral, with Detective Lee behind him, enter and stand inside the door.
"At ease, you two. Well, Petty Officer Coates, it looks like you'll be the guest of DC Metro for a while longer," he began. Jen's shoulders slumped, and a frown appeared on Bud's face. A small smirk settled on the Admiral's mouth, and Bud suddenly knew that this had become "watch the Admiral tease his yeoman" time. Figuring that meant that there was good news behind the Admiral's teasing, he quickly put a disappointed look back on his face as Jen glanced over at him, and then turned back to look at the Admiral.
"I'm sorry, sir. I apologize for causing—"
"Crap, Coates—what is with you and all this apologizing?!?" the Admiral barked.
"Sir?" she replied, in a small, timid voice. The Admiral and Bud exchanged amused looks, unseen by Coates.
"We're getting you out in a few hours. Detective Lee here thinks you're telling the truth, and the ADA agrees. He'll ask for release on your personal recognizance at the arraignment, and then you're going home."
The relief on Jen face was palpable. She closed her eyes for a moment, and then felt a large hand squeezing her shoulder. When she opened her eyes again, the Admiral was returning his hands to his sides.
"We've got to hang onto you for a while, though," Lee told her. "But my Captain says you can stay in the conference room, rather than in a cell. Lt. Roberts can remain with you, and we don't need these anymore, either." He stepped closer to Jen, reaching for her wrists and released them from the cuffs with his key. She beamed at him as he stepped back again.
"Thank you, sir," she told him. He waved it away.
"I'll escort you to the conference room, and then I'll give this Ramsey guy a call. That should be a lot of fun," he remarked in a dry tone.
Bud wrapped an arm around Jen's shoulder as they all left the room and headed down the hallway.
ROOM 411, GEORGE WASHINGTON HOSPITAL
Mattie was lying against Harm in bed, fast asleep, after tearing through the lunch the nurse brought earlier. Knowing that Mattie had missed some meals, the hospital kitchen sent up extra portions of lunch ... and Harm had never seen someone eat so fast before. The plates were empty barely a half hour after they'd been brought in, and Mattie herself was asleep not ten minutes later ... her arm wrapped around Harm's waist as her head lay on his shoulder. Mac and Harm's folks had left as soon as they knew Mattie was asleep, heading back to Mattie and Jen's place to shower and change, before returning to the hospital with some clothes for Mattie to wear home after she was discharged later. Before they left, both Mac and Harm had quietly agreed to call the other if they heard any news about Jen. Mac had leaned over and kissed both Harm and Mattie on their heads before leaving, and Harm could still feel the electric charge of her lips on his skin, as he held his sleeping girl in his arms.
One good thing that had seemed to come out of this whole situation was the fact that he and Mac had been, lately, more physically demonstrative of their affections than ever before, while still maintaining military decorum—and the memory of his mother's pleased smile as they parted earlier, watching Mac kiss him, was evidence of her thrill at the change. Harm studied the ceiling, wondering what that meant for his relationship with Mac. Sure, they were all rallying around Mattie, and there were plenty of charged emotions flying all over the place ... but what about later, when everything got back to normal? Would things really be different between them, and would it be because of their shared love and commitment to Mattie... or because they were drawing closer to each other?
Harm knew how he felt about Mac, and he also knew that Mattie loved her completely, like a mother. What he wasn't sure about was how Mac herself felt about him. The bond between Mac and Mattie was evident to everyone; no one expected Mattie to move so easily into thinking of Mac as her mother, that she'd regularly call her "Mom." Even the hospital staff, who knew they weren't related, hadn't batted an eyelash, once they'd spent any time around them. This ... thing between he and Mac, though ...
They would have to have one of their infamous chats after the dust had settled, Harm realized.
"She'll still be there for us, Dad. I know she will."
Harm shook himself from his thoughts, and then looked down to see Mattie quietly watching him.
"I thought you were still sleeping, honey." Mattie yawned, rubbing her eyes with her free hand.
"I was ... but the noise coming from your head whenever you're thinking about Mom woke me up."
Harm snorted, and glanced down at her again.
"How did you know it's her I was thinking about?"
"Oh, Dad," Mattie sighed against him, "you get this ... thousand-mile look in your eyes, and I can tell you're wherever she is. It's different than when it's about Jen, or Sturgis, or other people. I know those looks, too. This one is—Mac."
"Too smart for your own good," he chuckled, amazed again at how sensitive and insightful Mattie was.
"A burden I continually bear," she quipped, giving him another raised eyebrow that brought laughs to both of them. After a few minutes of quiet, she spoke again.
"She loves you, you know. She loves us, and she couldn't be apart from us any more than we could be apart from her. Jen, too. Everything will work out. Just—talk to her, Dad. Tell her what you're feeling. I get frustrated with you two when you don't really talk to each other. You speak, but you don't talk. Makes me want to crack your heads together sometimes."
Wow, Harm thought to himself. I'm getting advice on a relationship from a 15-year old girl. He sighed, and rubbed his face.
"You're right, Mattie. Sometimes I ... shut her out. Don't tell her what or how I feel about things. It's amazing--I've known her for more than 10 years, and she's been my best friend pretty much that whole time ... but sometimes, I just can't express myself around her." Mattie moved against him, turning so that she could look him in the eyes.
"So, start with that. Sometimes a girl just likes to hear stuff like that from her best friend. Sometimes, Andre and I get off track, and he'll just ... look at me, and tell me he doesn't know what to say. I appreciate that he feels like he can give me the 'I don't know what I'm feeling right now.' guy line. Makes him seem more, I don't know—real to me. And then I find myself liking him more; even though he really doesn't have much to say—which still pisses me off."
Harm thought about what she's just told him, and found himself nodding in agreement. "You could go into private practice with advice like that, kiddo."
"Hmm. Maybe I'll hang my shingle outside the cockpit of my F-22," she murmured. 'Pilot counseling' at 30,000 feet-what do you think?" They both laughed.
"Believe me, there were times I wish I had someone up there with me, to talk to. You know, when I would be flying alone, with no back-seater." She tightened her arm around him.
"I was almost going to mention 'Skates', but I forget you fly solo sometimes," she answered.
"Don't do much of that anymore," Harm told her.
"I'm glad," she answered. "I worry about you when you're flying, especially when you're alone."
Harm was quiet for a moment.
"I'm not alone, Mattie. I've got my fellow pilots, all the people I serve with, my friends ... but most importantly, I've got my folks, Mac, Jen, ... and you. You're always with me." He kissed the top of her head, and she snuggled closer to him.
"I know, Dad. You're always with me, too." She leaned up, and placed a kiss on his cheek, then settled back against him, yawning again. He could tell she was still sleepy.
He was idly rubbing her back when a knock sounded at the door, and several people entered. Dr. Masters and Dr. Gentry followed his folks, Mac, and Ellen into the room, along with a nurse who had a wheelchair with her. Mattie and Harm could see the security guard still posted outside before the door finally closed, and both sat up, Mattie immediately groaning, "Oh, no—no more X-rays! That is one COLD room, and I'm not gonna be a teen popsicle again—not in this thin thing you call a hospital gown!"
Both doctors looked at each other, and Dr. Gentry shook her head, before speaking.
"Exactly how long did you leave this girl in the machine this morning, anyway?"
Dr. Masters shrugged, slipping his hands into the pockets of his white coat, a glint in his eyes. "Not long—OK, maybe a little long. But it's like a microwave, right—just because the food's a little burnt doesn't mean it isn't any good. And, I'm sure the extra radiation kept her warm enough." Dr. Gentry nodded in agreement, turning back to Mattie with a grin.
Mattie looked back and forth between the doctors, who gave her innocent looks in return. Her mouth hung open, not quite sure if she was being teased or not. Who could tell most of the time, with doctors like these folks? Finally, she decided she was being teased—the nurse's smile was a dead giveaway, in any case.
"Hey!!" she said to both of them, and the room erupted in laughter. The doctors received narrowed eyes and a glare from their patient.
"Oh, very funny ... ha, ha!! You two aren't as comical as you think you are!!"
"Hmm ... well, since we think we're the funniest doctors in this place, that must mean we're at least ... kinda ... comical?" Dr. Masters asked her, wriggling his eyebrows and causing Mattie to laugh.
"All right, doc. I'll give you that one. But, please tell me I don't need any more tests today?" she asked him.
"Nope," he replied, trading grins with Dr. Gentry. "We've been monitoring you over the system the past few hours, and your vitals are very good. You got a nap, like I asked?"
"Sure did. Just woke up a few minutes ago, in fact. Right, Dad?" She turned to Harm.
"Yep. Slept like a baby, in fact ... then woke up and gave me some great advice."
"Really?" Dr. Gentry asked him, as she removed her stethoscope, listening to Mattie's breathing while Dr. Masters studied her eyes and mouth with his small penlight and a tongue depressor.
"Yeah. She could give Oprah a run for her money."
"I with I hfad hr mony..." Mattie tried to speak at that moment.
"Sweetie, please don't talk when your mouth is full," Trish told her with a smirk. Frank, Ellen, and Mac laughed. Mattie waited until Dr. Masters was finished, and then said to him, Hey, doc—I have a foolproof test that my throat is fine."
"What's that, Mattie?" he replied, wondering what was going to happen next.
"This," she told him, and proceeded to stick her tongue out all the way at her grandmother—who shook a finger at her.
"You'd better behave, young lady!" The room was filled with smiles.
"Seriously ... how are you feeling, Mattie?" Ellen asked her, moving closer to the bed.
"I'm fine, Miss Valera. Once and once I got some food in me, I feel even better." Mattie smiled at her.
"That's good," Ellen said.
"Judging by how fast you polished off lunch, having enough energy shouldn't be a problem any more. Wow-wait till Andre hears about that!" Mac said.
There was a moment of quiet, then ... "I was HUNGRY, OK!!! I hadn't eaten in like, a week! And if anyone so much as breathes a word to Andre--" Mattie held up a fist, shaking it at everyone around her. Everyone laughed again, and Mac slipped past Ellen to kiss Mattie on her cheek.
Dr. Masters cleared his throat to speak, and the room settled down. "Okay, Mattie. It's time for you to go home, and finish healing there. You've done everything we've asked you to do, and your start towards recovery has been, overall, remarkable. I love how you fought off the infection, even as dehydrated as you were. You're a very tough young lady, and we're going to kick you loose. Remember, though—you're still recovering, and you need some more time to heal completely. So, rest, eat when you're hungry, and sleep when you're tired. My nurse will drop by on Friday, and I'll see you again next Wednesday with your folks." He turned to Harm. "Sir, if you'll come with me, we can take care of some paperwork while Mattie changes clothes. The nurse will disconnect her from the hospital sensors, and then we'll take her downstairs in the wheelchair when she's ready."
"Why do I need a wheelchair? I can walk down ..." Mattie started to speak. Dr. Masters stopped her with a raised hand.
"Sorry – hospital policy. The nurse and the guard outside will come with you in the chair to your vehicle."
"Speaking of vehicles ... Harm, I'll pull the car out front, and wait for you guys," Frank spoke for the first time.
"Thanks, Frank," Harm replied, watching him leave.
"Come on, Matilda ... let's get you ready," Trish said. Harm and the doctors left as Trish, Mac, and the nurse got Mattie ready to leave.
"Mom, have you heard anything about Jen yet?" Mattie asked her. Mac shook her head.
"No, honey. Sorry. But I do know the Admiral is with her and Bud. They'll get her out, don't worry." She was taking clothes out of a bag for Mattie.
"What about Andre?" Ellen answered her this time.
"I spoke with Miss Barrows, Mattie. She had a nice talk with Andre's grandmother, who is up to speed on everything. Andre's fine. They both want to see you soon."
"I've never met her before, but Andre's told me so much about how she's practically raised him alone," Mattie said. "And she makes the best cookies I've ever tasted—Andre brought some to school a few times."
Trish cleared her throat putting her hands on her hips as she gave Mattie a look. The girl's eyes widened.
"But ... they're not as good as yours, Grams. I mean, they're OK, but I'd rather have yours any day!"
Trish studied her face for a moment, then nodded. "Good girl."
Mac, Ellen, and the nurse all shook with silent laughter as they finished helping Mattie dress.
DR. MASTERS'S OFFICE"Well, that's it, Mr. Rabb. Everything's completed; thanks for doing this." Mattie's papers were placed in her file and the appropriate discharge papers had been signed.
"No problem, doctor. So—Mattie's really all right? I don't want to take her home too early if—"Dr. Masters held up a hand.
"Mr. Rabb, trust me ... I wouldn't release her if I thought there was a medical reason not to—no matter how great her family was." They exchanged smiles. "I've gotten fond of Mattie myself, but she'll heal better surrounded by her loved ones. I've never believed in keeping people in a hospital that had a better chance of healing in a different setting. Let me ask you something—can you keep her and her best friend safe from her father? That man worries me—we don't see a lot of what I saw the other night here." Harm gave him a steely look.
"I'm not going to let anything happen to her, or Andre, doctor. I couldn't do anything about her illness but I WILL make sure no one hurts her." Dr. Masters watched the emotions play across Harm's face as he spoke. He wouldn't want to run afoul of this man.
"And her roommate, Miss Coates? I got a call from the Metro police, asking me what happened in Mattie's room, while telling me she'd been arrested because Mattie's father filed charges?"
Before Harm could answer, his cell phone rang. Taking it from his belt holder, he opened it, pressing the ON button. "Rabb."
"Sir, it's Bud. I wanted to let you know that the Admiral and I are taking Jen home right now. She's been released on her own recognizance by the judge. We just left her arraignment hearing, and the judge didn't seem impressed with the charges filed against her. It's been kicked back over to Family Court for Mattie's case judge to work out. They didn't even ban Jen from leaving the District on Navy business."
"Thank God, Bud. And thank you—we appreciate it, a lot." Harm told him.
"No problem, sir. I'm following Jen and the Admiral back to her place now. Are you bringing Mattie home? I was thinking it would be a great surprise for Mattie to get home and see Jen waiting there for her." Harm grinned.
"Bud, you're a great man! Yes, we just finished the discharge papers. We'll probably be on the road in 15 minutes or so."
"Perfect, sir. We're another 5 minutes away from their place now. I'll keep this to myself, so we can surprise the both of them."
"Great, Bud. I'll call you if anything happens, but expect us soon. Can you keep the Admiral there, too?"
"I'll try, sir. I don't know what his plans are. The person I'm really worried about is Harriet; when she hears what she missed about Mattie coming home she's gonna kill me!" Both men chuckled.
"Not to worry, Lieutenant. I promise to defend her to the best of my ability."
"I appreciate the sentiment, sir, but that won't bring me back, now will it?" They laughed again.
"Well, Bud, I've gotta go collect my girl. See you guys soon."
"We'll be waiting, sir. Drive safely home."
"Count on it, Bud. Bye."
"Bye, sir." Harm closed his phone, then looked up to see Dr. Masters watching him.
"Good news, I hope?" Harm nodded.
"Jen was released a while ago, and is on her way home. Mattie will freak when she sees her after coming through the door." The doctor grinned.
"That's wonderful, Mr. Rabb. Miss Coates should not have had to spend a second in jail, as far as I'm concerned."
"I know, doctor. But, it looks like things are getting better. I'll have all my girls home tonight!"
No one looked like a father more than Harmon Rabb did at that moment, thought Dr. Masters.
"Well, let's go spring the youngest one, then." They shook hands.
"Doctor, you and the staff here have been wonderful—thank you so much for everything."
"You're welcome, Mr. Rabb. If you need me for anything, give me a call."
"Thanks."
The two men left the office and headed back to Mattie's room.
ROOM 411"All set, Mattie?" Mac asked her. Mattie had changed clothes, and spent a few moments in the bathroom combing her hair and washing her face. Now, she sat on the bed, which had been changed by the staff while she was in the other room ... her bag at her feet. The nurse stood nearby with the wheelchair, and Ellen, Trish, and Mac sat with Mattie.
"Yep—where's Dad?" she asked.
"Right here, honey." Harm came into the room, followed by Dr. Masters. "Ready to go?"
"Yes!!" was the enthusiastic reply. Dr. Masters pointed to the wheelchair, and told her, "Your chariot awaits."
Mattie moved from the bed to the chair, and sat down in it. She placed her bag in her lap, and the nurse took her through the door, followed by everyone else. The security guard took up a position on Mattie's right side next to Mac, who smiled at him, and received a nod in return. Harm was on Mattie's left, with the rest of the group right behind them.
Everyone fit on the long elevator car, and, after a short trip downstairs, the group proceeded to the front entrance. Through the glass doors, they could see Frank and the rental Explorer vehicle he and Trish had gotten in order to get around town.
"Nice ride!" Mattie called out as she was wheeled through the sliding doors.
"Nothing but the best for my girl," Frank told her. Mattie grinned.
The security guard did a visual scan of the grounds around the circular drive, and then stood near the vehicle as Mattie climbed out of the chair, and turned to Dr. Masters and Dr. Gentry; who had joined them when they passed through the lobby.
"Thank you, doctors, for taking care of me, and keeping me safe." Mattie paused, and swallowed ... her eyes watering as she looked at them.
"You take care of yourself, Mattie. I don't want to see you in my ER again, you hear me?" Dr. Gentry told her, smiling ... surprised when Mattie gave her a hug.
"I hear you." Dr. Gentry nodded, shook everyone's hand, and went back into the hospital. Mattie turned to Dr. Masters.
"You're still under doctor's orders, understand? Rest, and get well. I'll see you next week." He got a longer hug, and returned it with a smile.
"Okay." She gave him a bright smile, and slid into the back seat between Trish and Mac.
Ellen took a step towards the open window of the back seat. "Mattie, I'll be in touch with you and Mr. Rabb tomorrow. I've got to talk to you two about a couple of things. Get some rest, and I'll see you soon." Mattie nodded,, and gave her a wave as Ellen turned to Harm.
"There might be a meeting with Mr. Johnson's lawyer taking place in a day or so; he wants to talk to Mattie. Time and place are up to you, but we might want to do it at her place, in order to make it as comfortable as possible for her." Harm nodded thoughtfully.
"Not for a day at least; I want her to get used to being home again. Call me tomorrow, and we can figure something out," he told her. She gave him a quick nod.
"Fine with me, sir. I'll be in touch, and if anything else happens, I'll let you and Sarah know."
"Thanks, Miss Valera—for everything." Harm shook her hand.
"No problem. Take care of everyone, and make sure she and Sarah gets some rest."
"I will."
Frank squeezed the doctor's shoulder, telling him, "We're grateful you were Mattie's doctor," and then got into the front passenger seat. Harm shook the doctor's hand again, and then the security guard's with a nod ... and then got into the Explorer, starting it up and heading out of the circular drive of the hospital.
The guard, the doctor, and Ellen watched them drive away.
JEN AND MATTIE'S APARTMENTJen had excused herself to change out of her rumpled dark Class B uniform to take a shower after getting home, followed into the apartment by the Admiral and Bud. She asked them to make themselves at home, and then went to her bedroom. After a few minutes, the two officers heard the shower start in the bathroom. Bud turned to the Admiral, who had planted himself in the easy chair in the living room.
"Can I get you anything, sir?" Bud asked him, heading for the refrigerator.
"No, thanks, Lieutenant. As soon as the Petty Officer returns, I'll be taking off. It's been a long day."
"It's not over yet, sir. I spoke with the Commander after we left the precinct. They're bringing Mattie home right now; and should be arriving any time." The Admiral's eyes gleamed as he nodded.
"And Coates doesn't know, hmm?"
"No, sir. The Commander and I thought it'd be a nice surprise for both of them."
"Very good, Bud. I'll definitely stick around for that—is there any apple or orange juice in the fridge?"
"Apple, sir. Let me bring you a glass."
"No need, Bud ... I can get it." He got up from the chair and joined Bud in the kitchen, the two men pouring drinks into glasses and sipping the cold liquids. They heard the shower stop and then heard Jen head to her bedroom.
"A few more minutes, sirs!" she called out.
"Take your time, Petty Officer," the Admiral told her, trading grins with Bud.
After taking seats again to wait while discussing the custody case, they heard the elevator in the hallway ... and then a group of voices approach the door. They looked at each other, and then heard keys in the door as they stood ... quickly glancing at Jen's bedroom door. The lock was turned, and then Mattie, Harm, Mac, and Harm's folks entered.
"Sir ..." Harm began. AJ waved at him.
"Easy, Harm. Bud and I were just waiting for you folks to get home."
"Hey, Mr. Roberts! Admiral! Mattie bounded into the living room, and hugged both officers. "Sir, is everything OK? I didn't expect—"
"Everything's fine, Mattie," AJ told her, smiling down at the teenager still in his arms. "It's good to see you—are you OK?" Bud kissed her on the cheek, and then started greeting the others. Mattie looked up at him.
"I'm great, sir. I owe you big time for letting everyone come and stay with me. Thank you so much!" He got another hug, and exchanged grins with Harm over Mattie's head.
"We'll discuss the proper payback some other time, young lady. Maybe you and your folks can come out to my house for dinner while they're in town?"" He sent a questioning look to Frank and Trish, who nodded and smiled.
"We'd be happy to, Admiral. Thank you for the invite." Frank told him.
"You and your lovely wife can tell me more Rabb childhood stories ... I think my staff is getting tired of hearing the usual ones." Everyone laughed ... and then heard a door open.
"What's all the commotion—"Jen had turned the corner from the hallway, and stopped as everyone turned to her. She'd changed into comfortable jeans and a Navy sweatshirt, her slightly wet hair pulled into a ponytail. Her wide eyes met each person in the room with a smile, and then finally came to Mattie, who had left the Admiral to take a step forward when she heard Jen's voice.
"Mattie..." Jen whispered, staring at her in surprise and delight.
"Hey, Jen...," Mattie replied in a soft, quiet voice.
The two girls stared at one another for another heartbeat, and then rushed to the other's arms ... Mattie immediately burying her head in the space between Jen's neck and shoulder. Everyone else just stood and watched, smiling widely.
"Are you—"they both whispered to each other at the same time, then burst out laughing but never leaving their hug. Jen pulled back a little, studying Mattie's face. "Glad you're home, kid," she told her.
"You, too—jailbird!" Jen's mouth dropped open.
"Oh, it's going to be like that, huh?" She proceeded to tickle Mattie's healthy side, and got tickled in return.
"Careful, you two ..." Mac told them ... shaking her head and grinning. The two girls stopped, turning to face Mac.
"'kay, Mom," Mattie said.
"yeah, ok, mom..." Jen quickly added, grinning when Mac rolled her eyes. Harm cleared his throat, and pointed to the couch. "Mattie—sit and rest. Jen—"She turned to him as Mattie left her arms, flopping down on the couch.
"Sir?" she asked ... and was quickly enveloped in a big hug. Her eyes closed as she rested her head on his chest, and couldn't help the content sigh that left her as her arms wrapped around him.
"Are you all right?" she heard him whisper. She nodded, her eyes still closed.
"I'm fine, Harm. Really. The worst of it was being cuffed at JAG in front of everyone. The Admiral and the Lieutenant got me out really quick, though."
"I'm so sorry, Jen. I wish I could have been there for you—"She opened her eyes, looking up at them.
"I would have been so mad at you, if you'd left her to come help me, Harm. You were where you needed to be. I had other knights to attend me ..." and she turned her head to gaze fondly at Bud and the Admiral, who nodded at her.
"Hey, flyboy—you gonna hog all the hugs tonight?" Mac asked him, moving towards Jen ... followed closely by Trish and Frank. Harm stepped away from her, sending Jen a look of love through their joined gaze and over the heads of the others, as he was quickly replaced by Mac, Trish, and Frank. Mattie got up and moved back into his arms as they watched Jen showered with affection ... amused at her embarrassed look.
After a couple of moments, they pulled apart, and Bud glanced at his watch. "Oh, man—I need to get home. Harriet will be worried. I'm glad everyone's home, and I'll say good night."
"I'll walk down with you, Lieutenant ... it's been quite a day, and I need to head out as well. Commander, Colonel – check in with me tomorrow morning, but don't worry about coming in just yet – we'll figure out some kind of rotation so that I have one of my seniors available. Coates, I'll see you tomorrow. Folks, good night, and don't forget dinner later this week. Young lady—" and at those last words, Mattie sat a little straighter, "you're ordered to rest and get well soon. You still have Snoopy, do you not?" She looked at him in surprise, then quickly recovered.
"Yes, sir. Snoopy is present and accounted for, sir." Mac had packed the doll in Mattie's bag.
"Excellent. Carry on, then. Lieutenant?" He set his cover on his head, and started towards the door. Mattie got up from the couch to hug Bud, giving him another kiss on his cheek and whispering, "Thank you for taking care of Jen."
She got a big, dimpled smile in return. "You're very welcome. Be ready for a call from Harriet and little AJ tomorrow to check in on you." Mattie smiled.
"OK. Drive safe." He nodded, and went to follow the Admiral through the front door ... closing it behind them.
Once the door closed, Mattie turned to the remaining people in the room. "So, who's up for pizza?"
"Nice try, my girl," Frank told her.
"You're getting some soup and a grilled cheese sandwich, Matilda," Trish told her as she and Mac headed to the kitchen to start making dinner. Mattie sighed, and said, "Well, I'm going to take a quick shower, then. I still have that hospital smell ..."
"Don't get your bandage wet," Harm told her as he kissed the top of her head as she headed to her room to change.
"Mom got extras from the nurse, Dad. Don't worry. Be back in a few minutes."
"Take your time, Mattie, and call if you need any help," Mac told her.
"I'm going to go check my phone messages—be right back," Harm said, getting his apartment keys out of his pocket and heading to his place. Frank and Jen sat on the couch, and Jen pulled her legs underneath her.
"You must be starving," Frank told her.
"I am. Bud got me something from the vending machines at the police station, but I couldn't eat that stuff—it looked like it had been there since the Chicago fire." Frank laughed.
"Well, hang on—food's coming, and then I think you should hit the hay early." Jen suddenly yawned in response, and curled up against him.
"That place was so dreary, Frank—"she began, but he held up a hand.
"Tomorrow, Jen. Don't let that be the last thing you're thinking of before sleep—you need rest after what you've been through. We'll all talk tomorrow after you get home from work."
"Okay," she smiled in answer, closing her eyes for a moment.
"Jen, do you want chicken soup or—"Mac walked into the living room, and stopped when she looked down and saw Jen. "Thank God she's resting. Should we take her to her room?" she wondered. Trish spoke from the kitchen, after she heard what Mac had asked.
"No, she needs something in her stomach before bed—Mattie, too. We'll wake her when Mattie's back and the food's ready."
"I'm back, Grams," Mattie spoke as she came back into the living room, looking very much like Jen except for her pajamas ... with planes of different types on them. "Oh, Jen's asleep—shouldn't we put her in bed?" Harm came back into the apt., traded a glance with Mac and smiled, then watched Jen sleeping next to Frank. "I'll carry her ..."
"No, you won't, Harm. Give her another couple of minutes, and then wake her. Everyone's going to eat something, and then it's bedtime. Sarah, are you staying tonight?"
"Yes, Trish—what about you and Frank?"
"We're going back to the hotel, give you girls some room here. With you on the couch and Harm down the hall, I'll feel better about leaving them tonight."
"Sounds like a plan, Mom. Let's eat!," Harm said. He saw that the food was ready, and went over to gently wake Jen. She stirred when he touched her shoulder and squeezed gently. "Harm—mmmm, did I drift off?
"Just for a few minutes, Jen," he told her, helping her up from the couch. "You need to eat, and then we're all getting some sleep." She stretched and nodded, then joined everyone at the table. Trish and Mac served everyone, and then they all sat down to eat. Everyone was tired, and dinner was finished soon afterward ... Frank and Trish leaving for the hotel after cleaning the kitchen, and Mac settling on the couch after changing in Mattie's room. Harm stayed long enough to make sure all three girls were settled, then he double-checked the locks on the front door ... closing it quietly as he left for his own place.
An hour later, everyone was asleep.
CARL'S PAWN SHOP, DCAndrei Dax left the pawnshop after having checked out of Good Hope a couple of hours earlier. His mind on his mission, the former Russian army soldier and sometime-criminal decided on a little protection, given what Tom Johnson had told him about the people around Andre Biggs. The kid had, through his friendship with Tom's daughter Mattie, become quite attached to the Rabb group. Add to that the fact of the social worker on the case being a former police officer, and Andrei wanted to even the odds a little. He was strongly instructed not to go after Mattie; Jen Coates and this nosy boy Biggs, however, were another story.
The almost-new Glock 9 millimeter gun in his jacket pocket went a long way towards helping him carry out his duty to his friend, Tom Johnson.
END OF CHAPTER 22