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Date Posted: 14:44:41 05/16/08 Fri
When First We Meet
Spoiler: We the People, Heroes, Second Sight,
Summary: Harm and Mac get trapped in a lie. Can they survive the consequences?
Disclaimer: The characters of JAG are the property of Donald Bellisario and Bellisarius Production, Inc. Used without permission. No copyright infringement intended. May be reproduce if unchanged, author given full credit, and no financial transaction is involved.
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part 1 we met in a rose garden
11 August 1996
Harm was sitting in his office wondering what life had in stored for him. He had been in a state of depression for the last four months. The woman he was planning to spend the rest of his life with had been killed in a senseless murder four months ago.
They were going to get together and go away for a week to talk about a possible future together. A future that Harm had hoped would be for the rest of their lives. But it was not to be the case.
It had been a senseless killing. She had been killed because her CO hadn’t acted on her sexual harassment complaint. He hadn’t taken the proper precautions to hold the accuse sailor in his quarters until after she had gone.
Then a few weeks later his partner, Lieutenant Meg Austin, had requested a transfer without conferring to him. She had left while he was away on leave visiting his mother. He needed to talk to someone who loved him about Diane’s death.
Why did Meg have to leave when he needed her the most? She had a way of keeping him on his toes. She made him laugh. They had gotten pretty close over the last year. She would have been a good friend to talk to about the pain of losing Diane.
Did she leave because of him or something he did? Had she developed feelings for him that he had been unaware of? She did try hard to please him most of the time. Was it because he was in love with Diane?
Earlier this morning the Admiral had called him into his office to give him some good news. First the Admiral told him that he was being awarded the Distinguish Flying Cross for saving the CAG’s life last fall.
A year ago Harm had been investigating the disappearance of a woman RIO. She had made history of being the first woman in combat to shoot down a plane. He hadn’t flown in five years. He didn’t even wear his wings anymore.
But that day the CAG needed someone in the back seat while he flew a sortie to get information about where the Serb artillery was located. He jumped at the chance to get back into a tomcat. The only bad thing was, the sortie was at night.
He wasn’t allowed to fly at night anymore, night blindness. Night blindness, it was the cause of his ramp strike that had killed his RIO five years ago. Everything wasn’t going well until the return flight, the CAG was injured badly.
He had to take over and land the plane at night. He was scared, but he had to save the CAG. The CAG was a good friend of his father who had been shot down in Viet Nam. There was no way he was going to fail and let the CAG die.
The second piece of information that the Admiral gave him was, he was getting a new partner, a marine major. Just what he needed he thought, a jarhead. He was probably a short bald headed fat old guy with breath of stale beer and sausage.
He probably had tattoos all over his body. He probably chewed tobacco and spat all over everything. Could his life get any worse. One thing he knew for sure, the marine would be pig headed and hard to work with unlike Meg who was perfect.
Aboard a military hop
Major Sarah MacKenzie was leaning back in her seat reading a file on Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rabb Jr. She had been pulled off a double murder trial to come to Washington DC. She was a little upset.
This was the type of trial that could make your career. Instead she was being assigned to work with a Harmon Rabb Jr, a hotshot lawyer who was a former naval aviator. He had all the makings of the new Navy poster boy.
He was being awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross for saving the life of Captain Tom Boone, the CAG of the Seahawk. Harmon Rabb hadn’t flown a tomcat in five years since he had a ramp strike while landing the plane due to night blindness.
It seemed that not only did he land the plane in the dark, but also from the back seat, something that is rarely done particularly during war time conditions. It seemed he was flying a tomcat usually reserved for training pilots.
He seemed larger than life to Sarah. He was six foot four inches tall with dark brown hair and blue eyes. He appeared to be what every woman’s idea of what a real man was supposed to be.
He must be the Navy’s poster boy if everything she was reading here was true. However he was more than likely to be someone’s embellishment of an okay guy. Someone the Navy was trying to pump up and make into a hero. The Navy always needed their heroes.
She closed the file and wondered why she had been pulled from her case. She was prosecuting a double murder case. What was so important that they needed her? She was sure they didn’t need her language skills. Even squidlets knew how to say Red Light.
She hoped it wasn’t for some publicity stunt like having a marine and a squid working together or was it because he wasn’t a bad looking man and she was a good looking woman.
She could picture the headlines now in her mind. They could be the poster couple of Jag emphasizing teamwork between the Navy and the Marines.
She didn’t want to think about all the captions that would follow afterwards. She closed her eyes to catch forty winks. She had gotten up very early this morning to make the flight to Washington DC. She was a little tire.
White House Rose Garden
An hour later her plane landed. She was met by a petty officer who took her to the White House Rose Garden. She was impress when she heard that Harmon Rabb was going to receive his DFC medal from the president of the United States himself.
That didn’t happen very often. Usually awards were presented to you from your Commanding Officer. Since she had arrived late for the ceremony she decided to stand in the back of the audience during the ceremony so she wouldn’t disturb the festivities.
As she waited for the Admiral and Commander Rabb after the ceremony she walked around the White House Rose Garden. She was very impressed. She loved roses and in the White House Rose Garden there were many different varieties and colors of roses.
She stood there for a moment and dreamt about meeting the man of her dreams in a rose garden like this. She had been having that dream ever since she was a little girl of six. She heard footsteps heading her way. It brought her out of her daydream.
As she turned around she saw three men walking towards her. Two were quite tall and the last one a short dumpy man. He looked like an ice cream vendor at the ballpark. She laughed silently to herself at that thought.
She stood at attention as they approached her. She could see that the first man was Admiral A.J. Chegwidden, the man she was supposed to report to. The next one was a little taller. He must be her new partner Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rabb Jr.
God, her friend Joyce wasn’t lying to her when she told her how gorgeous Harmon was. In fact she hadn’t done him justice. Her heart began to beat a little faster as he came closer. She tried to hold her breath in an effort to control her breathing. She could feel her knees beginning to weaken.
The third man was a short dumpy looking man. He appeared to look like a clown to her. He had no military presence at all. She wondered how this little man ever became an officer. The three officers came to a stop in front of her.
“As you were Major. Major Sarah MacKenzie, I would like you to meet Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rabb Jr., your new partner.” said the Admiral.
As Sarah reached out her hand to shake hands with Harmon, she felt her knees shaking. Her heart was beating faster. She hope that he wouldn’t notice how nervous she was, but all he did was stand there staring at her.
He was gazing into her eyes as though he was looking deep into her soul, looking for the connection that bound them as one being. It was if he had known her, her whole life. Were they meant to be together?
She could believe that his eyes were the bluest of blue. He was so tall. Finally a man she could really look up to. All the other men she had ever worked with were short. They all wanted to date her but none of them ever measured up.
When he didn’t respond she began to lower her hand.
Harmon meanwhile was in a state of shock. It couldn’t be. Diane was dead. She couldn’t be standing here in front of him. She looked so much like Diane, but she was in a marine uniform. Still she did look good in marine green. She’s so beautiful.
He was falling in love all over again. Then he realized he was acting like an idiot. She had said something to him that he didn’t even hear. He reached out and took her hand. It was very soft and feminine for a marine, but her handshake was firm.
“Do you two know each other?” asked the Admiral as he watched Harm stare with recognition of the Major.
“No Sir.” replied Sarah.
“Yes Sir.” replied Harm at the same time.
Sarah looked at him with a puzzled look. What does he mean he knows me? I’m sure that if I had ever met someone as gorgeous as Harmon I would remember him. He must be mistaken.
“Sorry Sir. The Major only looks like someone I use to know.” apologized Harm.
“Well don’t get too close, you two have to work together.” declared the Admiral.
“You can call me Sarah.” offered Sarah.
“You can call me Harm.” replied Harm.
Sarah ignored Bud except when they were ready to get into the sedan. She couldn’t believe Bud didn’t remember the proper protocol of entering a vehicle. What a buffoon. They all got into the sedan and went to Jag.
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