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'Dissonance' - Part Six
Author: Daenar
Disclaimer: See Part One
Sat, June 6th
0043 ZULU
Metropolitan Opera
Lincoln Center
New York City, N.Y.
Trish Burnett stood at the first-floor railing, eagerly skimming the area for her son and his partner. After all that Harm had told her about Mac, saying Trish was curious to get to know her was brutal understatement. Trish was all but dying to see the woman she was sure would one day be her daughter-in-law if she ever were to get one. Catching sight of a black and a white figure starting to ascend the stairs, she excitedly grabbed her husband’s arm.
“Frank, that’s them! Look!”
Frank lovingly put an arm around his wife’s shoulders and looked into the direction she had indicated. “Yeah, definitely. Quite a sight, aren’t they?”
Trish was bubbling with excited joy at what she saw. “Frank, look, of course you can immediately see the uncanny resemblance to Diane, but Mac’s just so much more beautiful from inside. Look how she beams at him, as if she were emanating some kind of an aura! She’s a gorgeous girl, Frank. And look at how he smiles back at her! He loves her. I’ve never seen my son like this before, and, believe me, I’ve seen him in a lot of moods.”
“Hey, honey, calm down. You don’t want to scare Mac by being so giddy, do you?” Frank said gently.
Trish laughed, blushing slightly. “Yes, you’re right. I’ll behave. It’s just... Frank, for so many years I’ve been hoping Harm would finally find someone who’d really make him happy. And somehow I knew it could have been no one else than Mac. When I heard him say they might have gotten closer...”
Frank grinned. “I know. I was there. Your scream nearly made me drop my wine glass.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Forgiven. And now just be yourself, okay?”
“Thanks, Frank.” Trish turned and opened her arms to her son who stepped close to her and embraced her warmly.
“Hi Mom!”
“Harm! It’s so good to see you! It’s been too long, you know...”
“I know, Mom. I’m sorry but I’ve been very busy of late.”
Trish bit back a laugh. “Oh, really?”
“Mom!” he said, laughing, letting go of her. She watched him as he cordially shook Frank’s hand and then gently took the hand of the slender young woman next to him. He pulled her a little closer, pride and love shining in his eyes. Trish hoped her tears wouldn’t rise too easily but seeing Harm like this was just too much for a mother.
“Mom, Frank, this is Mac,” he said simply. “Mac, these are my parents.”
To her astonishment Trish felt that the young woman’s hand was slightly shaking as she took it. Mac was a little pale as well and her eyes seemed those of a frightened deer although she was smiling. ‘My God, the poor girl seems afraid of making a bad impression,’ Trish thought, compassion instantly filling her affectionate heart. ‘I’m only glad Harm told me a bit about her history. Otherwise I would be at a loss about why she’s reacting this way.’
“Good evening, Mrs. Burnett,” Mac said shyly, “I’m pleased to meet you.”
“Hello Mac,” Trish said warmly, taking Mac’s hand into both of her own and giving her a heartfelt smile. “I’m so happy we finally get to know you. Harm’s been talking about you constantly these past seven years and I think it’s a scandal we’ve never met before! And that’s Trish to you, not Mrs. Burnett. You don’t mind that, do you?”
“No, ma’am... uh... Trish”, Mac stammered, blushing, angry with herself for being this clumsy but relieved at Trish’s easy manner.
‘It’s very hard to believe this shy little girl could be the no-nonsense Marine Harm has told us about,’ Trish thought in amusement. ‘But look at him – he’s an aviator hero, but fails to tell a woman who loves him that he loves her back. With these attitudes I don’t wonder anymore why it took them so long to figure it out.’ She put her hand on Mac’s shoulder. “Sarah... you don’t mind my calling you Sarah, do you? I love that name.”
Mac was surprised but on second thought she liked the idea of letting Harm’s mother be one of the select few that called her by her given name. Not even Harm did, regularly. “No, I’d like that, Trish,” she smiled. Harm was smiling broadly, seeing his mother obviously liked his Marine.
“Sarah,” Trish repeated, making a gesture to her husband, “This is my husband Frank.”
“Nice to meet you,” Mac greeted, shaking hands with him, already feeling far less uneasy than she had before.
“Same goes here,” Frank replied with a smile and then turned to his stepson, grinning. “You definitely perfected your taste with women, son. Congratulations.”
Seeing Mac blush and fidget uncomfortably at the straightforward praise, Harm put a soothing arm around her shoulders and grinned back at Frank. “I think I had an excellent taste with women from the start. I just didn’t really know it.”
That made all of them laugh, any remainders of previous tension fading away.
‘They like me,’ Mac thought, relieved, ‘They really like me. Thank you, God!’
Just then the bell announced the beginning of the performance.
Harm loved watching just how much Mac enjoyed the evening. The performance was smashing in every respect, the orchestra was gorgeous and the three main characters not only sang divinely but their acting was fit for the Academy Awards. Frank had gotten top-class seats in the third row, and during the interval they just remained seated, having so much to talk about.
While Mac was animatedly conversing with Frank, Trish leaned over to her son who was watching his partner with a smile. “Happy?” she asked in a low voice, winking at him knowingly.
“You have no idea,” Harm answered softly.
“I’ll ask again: she’s quite the girl, isn’t she?”
Harm chuckled, remembering his reaction back then. Today he didn’t mind that Trish brought up the subject. “She is,” he admitted. “And I’m determined to stick to her.”
“Harm, I’m so glad. I’d already given up hope you’d say that about a woman one day,” Trish said, her voice not entirely even. “Take good care of her, my dear. She’s special.”
“I know,” Harm replied with a smile.
Mac was overwhelmed. The music left her breathless and the story and its interpretation were so loaded with emotion that she couldn’t take her eyes off the stage. She squeezed Harm’s hand, glad he was so close by. When Alagna was singing Cavaradossi’s last aria, writing his farewells to his fiancée, Mac felt tears trickle down her cheeks. She let them flow, she didn’t care.
Remembering their conversation back in the limousine, she imagined Harm sitting there, writing to her as he had told her he’d done so many times. Maybe he had even written a letter on the evening of her wedding rehearsal dinner. True, those had been training flights, but knowing that bad weather had been coming in...
Mac had always tried to avoid thinking of that fateful night. But right now she couldn’t fight the memories: how she had been paralyzed at hearing the dreadful news that Harm was lost at sea. Gnawing fear had grown inside her with every minute, as they couldn’t locate him. She remembered vividly the flush of hope that ran through her soul when they found Skates – only to turn into painful disappointment when Harm wasn’t found anywhere near his RIO. She also remembered the wave of despair that had washed over her when the rescue teams had been ordered back on board the carrier. The feeling of being utterly helpless, knowing the man she loved was at the very moment dying out at sea, had nearly driven her out of her senses.
Then a faint ray of hope had broken through the darkness when Chloe had suggested Mac should try to locate him with her thoughts just like she had done when Chloe had been lost in the woods. Mac would never forget how her heart had skipped several beats at the sudden revelation where he was floating. And then, finally, overwhelming relief had nearly made her faint, at the news that he’d been found alive thanks to the coordinates she’d supplied – how she’d done it she still couldn’t explain. What if it had gone wrong? What if she hadn’t been able to locate him? What if, a few days later, someone had handed her an envelope with his handwriting that held a letter in which Harm told her he loved her and she found out too late?
Such thoughts were still haunting Mac, even after such a long time. She felt more tears well up inside her and decided to concentrate on the music again. Tosca and Cavaradossi were now singing their farewells, convinced they’d be united in an hour’s time, not knowing the dreadful fate that awaited them.
Then, after a breathtaking finale, the curtain fell and a hurricane of applause broke loose. Harm took his handkerchief out of his pocket, put his left index finger under Mac’s chin and gently dried her tears, smiling. She was beautiful even when she’d been crying.
The applause lasted a full twenty minutes. When they could finally let rest their red, sore hands, Mac, Harm and his parents left the auditorium and went to await their limousine outside the building.
“Thank you, all of you, for a wonderful evening,” Mac said with a huge sigh. “This really was a hallmark event in my life.”
Trish beamed at her. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, Sarah.”
Encircling her in his arms, Harm brushed a gentle kiss to Mac’s lips. “Thank you for accompanying us,” he smiled. Reveling in the feeling of being a happy family, none of the four was aware of a pair of large dark eyes staring at them from a short distance.
Maribel Gonzalez had been less than thrilled at the prospect of having to accompany her aunt to just another boring night at the Met. But little had she known the evening would turn out to be so humiliating. She had seen them only on exiting the building and she had stopped short in her tracks as she’d recognized the tall dark-haired man in the tuxedo. And she’d felt her knees fail her when the gorgeous woman he held in his arms had for a second turned in her direction, long enough to be recognized as no other than Cadet Patricia O’Hara, the girl she had thought to be her brother’s new girlfriend.
Suddenly Maribel was convinced there was no Cadet O’Hara at all. Whoever Harm’s girlfriend was – she was a grown-up woman, and Maribel had to recognize that she’d never even have the hint of a chance with Harm as long as the other woman was near. It was clear that Harm worshipped her. If Maribel guessed correctly her competitor even knew his parents quite well. Maribel was fuming. No, she wasn’t heartbroken, but she was deadly mad at the man who’d fooled her.
Maribel knew Harm was a JAG lawyer. She hadn’t thought he could be on an investigation, but obviously he was trying to spy on her family’s business, and the woman probably was his partner, planted inside the college to collect further evidence. ‘Okay, Harmon Rabb, Jr.,’ she thought grimly. ‘If you can fool us, we can do the same with you. In no time we’ll have the true identity of your pretty little girlfriend, and I swear to you, when we do hell will break loose!’
Sat, June 6th
0417 ZULU
Waldorf Astoria Hotel
New York City, N.Y.
Having bid goodnight to Harm’s parents, Harm and Mac exited the elevator and silently, hand in hand, walked to Harm’s door and entered his room. When he had closed the door behind them and switched on only a small side-light, the tension between them became palpable. They stood face to face, watching each other earnestly, lost in thoughts and lost in each other’s eyes, neither of them speaking a word. Harm’s heart was beating wildly when he finally closed the distance and with trembling fingertips traced the outlines of Mac’s face. He knew exactly what he wanted to do but didn’t dare to start.
Mac’s gaze was intense, but not really focused on him. Her eyes seemed to trespass the border of his face and look right into his mind. What she saw thrilled and scared her at the same time. With an equally trembling hand she reached for his and made it rest on her cheek.
Harm swallowed and closed his eyes for a moment, unable to endure the eye contact. But then he forced himself to again look at her and, as if in slow motion, leaned in and let his lips brush hers. Mac’s response was immediate. After a moment of timid tasting their kiss grew in passion and Harm put one arm around her waist and buried his free hand in her hair. Mac let herself be drawn close and wrapped her arms around his neck.
She didn’t argue when his hand found the zipper of her dress and slowly lowered it. Instead she brushed his dinner jacket off his shoulders, then removed his bow-tie and waistcoat and began to unbutton his shirt, thus revealing his well-shaped body she’d been dreaming of constantly since Venice and occasionally before.
Seeing her dress drop to the floor, Harm couldn’t believe this was really happening. Breaking the kiss he pulled Mac close and let her bury her face on his bare chest. He took long and deep breaths, taking in the scent of her shampoo and perfume, closing his eyes and imagining what he might see upon opening them again. He felt himself tremble with an anticipation he tried not to let show too openly. After endless moments he felt her stir in his arms.
“Harm,” she whispered, “I don’t know if...” Her voice was strained.
A wave of disappointment washed over him. “It’s all right,” he said soothingly as he stroked the back of her head and then let go of her. She stepped out of her dress and shoes and picked them up, heading for the connecting door between their rooms. He followed her, opening the door for her with a smile that was just a little sad. But he wanted her to know he wasn’t upset.
She turned in the doorway, her white satin underwear clearly visible on her olive-tanned skin against the dark background of her room. “I’m sorry,” she whispered again, “I really don’t know why...”
He gently cut her off. “There’s nothing to apologize for, Sarah. I told you we’d do this when time was right. For both of us.”
“Thank you, Harm. I love you.”
“I love you, too, Sarah. Sleep tight.”
“You, too, sailor.”
With that she closed the door, leaning against it and fighting her tears. This was what she’d wanted for so long. Why’d she have to be such a coward?
Sat, June 6th
0521 ZULU
Waldorf Astoria Hotel
New York City, N.Y.
Harm, in his boxers, was lying on his back on top of his king size double bed, unable to sleep. The growing intimacy between him and Mac was playing and re-playing in his mind. The image had chased away every last remainder of inward calmness he might have had earlier. God, he wanted her! Badly. But at the same time he’d never be able to do anything that she didn’t fully consent to. How could he possibly? He worshipped her, so she had to be the one who set the level of intimacy.
He froze when he suddenly heard the connecting door open. Cautiously he sat up and saw a figure approaching in the darkness. Getting up, he met her halfway in the middle of his room.
“Mac, what’s up?” he said worriedly as he let his hands rest on her upper arms, noticing she was in her terry-cloth robe, trembling slightly.
“Nothing really...” she replied in a very low voice.
“Can’t sleep, my favorite Marine?” he asked softly, trying to read her expression in the darkness.
“Yeah...” she whispered, swallowing. “Harm,” she started, closing the distance and letting herself be embraced by her rather surprised partner, “I... I want to feel you close to me.” Her voice was barely audible. Harm felt her shake, at the same time noticing how his heart rate doubled in the fraction of a second.
“You sure?” he whispered. “You don’t have to do this, Mac, if you don’t want to.”
Even in the darkness he could feel her firm glance. “I want this, Harm. If you do.”
“I do.” He inhaled sharply as she stepped back a little, opened the belt of her robe and let it slide to the floor. Harm had always tried to imagine what she might look like, but his imagination hadn’t come close to what he saw. Her round but slender form, her silky skin that in the moonlight shimmered just a little bit, the perfect proportion of her limbs...
When she saw him this paralyzed, she again closed the distance, nearly driving him crazy in their closeness. Slowly Harm seemed to wake from his state. He gently lifted her to his arms and carried her over to the bed where he lowered her on her back. Then he lay down next to her, on his back as well, shyly taking her hand.
To his astonishment he heard Mac chuckle. “I thought I was the one who’s scared.”
She felt rather than heard him laugh. “I feel like a school boy who doesn’t know what to do, Mac.” Somehow his confession eased the tension.
“What? The great Harmon Rabb is at a loss with a woman? Impossible,” she stated in an amused half-whisper. “Come on, flyboy, start by kissing me.”
“Aye, ma’am,” he murmured just before their lips joined in a warm, passionate kiss. Both were aware that the situation was quickly getting out of hand. With a huge effort, Harm eventually managed to draw back and very earnestly, tenderly looked into her eyes once more. “Are you really sure about this, Sarah?” His voice was very warm and velvety, making Mac feel secure and confident.
“Yes, I am,” came her soft but firm reply that carried audible traces of her smile. “You?”
“I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life before,” he said, swallowing heavily at the prospect of what would follow.
“I love you, Harmon Rabb, Jr.,” he heard her whisper before she kissed him again. This was the final signal Harm needed to let go of his lifeline.
“I love you, too, Sarah Mackenzie.” With his right index finger he gently traced her smile. “Mac...”
“Yeah...?”
“I’m not imagining things, right? This is really happening, isn’t it?” She could tell he was only half-joking.
He could hear her smile when her reply came in a barely audible whisper. “We’re both in the middle of a dream, but this surely isn’t our imagination.” With this said, they joined in a lovemaking so deeply sensitive and emotional neither of them had ever experienced in their lives.
Same time
Unknown location
The computer screen flickered in the dark, lighting the deserted office in a pale blue. The figure in front of it didn’t move, seeming to stare blankly through the words and pictures on the monitor. Only fingers were moving quickly on the keyboard, the clicking being the only sound in the room, accompanied by the low hum of the computer’s ventilation.
With an expert’s knowledge, the hacker maneuvered his way through the jungle of government organization structures, being stopped a couple of times by rather pitiful jokes authorities called security precautions. Building one virtual bridge after another, the man slowly approached his target, still not giving any outward sign of even noticing, let alone feeling satisfaction, as he pushed the ‘enter’ key one last time.
The screen turned all black to reveal a tiny hourglass. Moments later a picture slowly started to appear before the person’s eyes, accompanied by some data related to it. It was a passport photo of a woman. Chin-length dark hair, big brown eyes. She was wearing a Marine lieutenant colonel’s uniform.
The shadow in front of the computer moved, extended one arm and picked up the receiver of a telephone, dialing a number.
“Jefe, soy Bernardo.” [Boss it’s me, Bernardo.] The voice was hoarse. He paused, listening.
“Sí, tengo los datos que usted me preguntó. Sí, la identidad de ella.” [Yes, I have the data you asked me for. Yes, her identity.]
Another brief interval while the computer’s ventilation hummed on.
“Es como supusimos: Es su partner...sí, avogada. Teniente Coronello Sarah Mackenzie, sí, del JAG.” [It’s as we thought: She’s his partner...yes, a lawyer. Lt. Col. Sarah Mackenzie, yes, from the JAG.]
Another interval in which he listened intently to the person on the other end of the line.
“Sí, supongo que está protegiendo a la hija, pero seguramente ella y el comandante están recogiendo informacíones sobre la organisación...sí, entiendo. Nos vemos mañana. Muy bien, jefe. Adiós.” [Yes, I suppose she’s protecting the girl, but surely she and the commander are collecting information on the organization...yes, I understand. See you tomorrow. Very well, boss. Goodbye.]
The hacker inserted a floppy disc, copied the file, switched off the computer and quietly disappeared into the darkness.
Sat, June 6th
1312 ZULU
Waldorf Astoria Hotel
New York City, N.Y.
A brilliant ray of the morning sun passed in between two slats of the blinds outside the window. Mac woke from the warmth she felt on her nose, blinking and closing her eyes rapidly at the light that shone in her direction. Her sense of orientation didn’t fully work yet, and for the briefest moment set her wondering what she was doing in another bed than her own, naked. But just then a slight rustling of sheets to her right reminded her where she was and, more important, with whom.
Mac drew a deep, content breath, smiling and snuggling back into her pillow. Turning her head a little she watched her partner, friend and lover sleeping peacefully, the hint of a smile gracing his handsome face. She longed to touch him, caress him, kiss him, but she refrained from all such notions, wanting him to get as much rest as he could. She’d watch over him.
Letting her thoughts wander, she wasn’t surprised they immediately took her back to what had happened some hours ago. ‘Now I know what taking one’s breath away means,’ she thought, smiling, again feeling shivers on her spine as she had at his touch. ‘How does he do that?’ she wondered, thinking of her previous relationships. The comparison to Chris forbid itself. She had been drunk most of the time. Farrow? The guilt and the fear of being charged with fraternization had prevented her from really letting go. Dalton. Well, they’d had their moments but the memory felt shallow. And Mic... Maybe with him she’d come closest to love until now. He was a good man and he had adored her. But in all those years since she’d first known a certain aviator it had been Harm, and only Harm, who’d been able to make adrenaline flow in her veins without even touching her, to make her feel at home in the few moments they’d come close and to prevent her heart from ever truly opening itself to any other man, despite the fact that until Venice she’d always felt they couldn’t have a future together.
A future together. Wow. Butterflies were starting to flutter in her stomach as she recalled the conversation they’d had in her office after Webb had told them of their assignment. ‘As long as it takes, Harm,’ she repeated in her mind, ‘I’ll always be there for you.’
The sunray had wandered on and was causing Harm to subconsciously wrinkle his nose. He had such a funny expression on his face that Mac couldn’t help but giggle. He stirred, turned his head in her direction sleepily and blinked. For a second she noticed pure astonishment in his eyes upon seeing her, but then his memory clicked in and the warmest of all smiles spread over his features.
“Hey, my favorite Marine,” he said very softly, “How’s the situation?”
“Pretty agreeable, Commander,” she replied with a smile.
“Definitely,” he grinned, lifting the blanket a little to invite her to join him. Mac turned to lie on her other side and spooned up against his warm body. He encircled her in his arms and kissed her on the back of her neck, causing her to feel new shivers.
“That was quite a night, wasn’t it?” She could hear him smile against her back.
Blushing slightly she replied: “Tell me about it, flyboy. Excuse me if I’m being naive, but where on earth did you learn that? Don’t tell the Marine Corps, but you had me eating from your hands, squid.”
She felt his laughter against her back. “Wow. Now that’s a flattering confession, Colonel. I’ll write it down and make you sign it, so I can hold it up whenever you get your little green Marine nose up too high.”
Shifting in his arms so that she faced him, she playfully slapped him, laughing.
“Ouch,” he made, not very convincingly. His grin was contradicting his statement.
“And how would you ‘make’ me sign the confession, counselor?” she asked mischievously.
Mirroring her mischief, he pulled her close and started trailing little kisses from her cheek along her jaw down to her neck. “With this...and this...and this...” he murmured between the kisses, making her giggle.
“Okay, I see your point.”
“Do you?” he grinned, pinning her underneath himself and kissing her tenderly. Then his face suddenly sobered, making Mac look at him worriedly.
“What’s up, sailor?”
His eyes conveyed a bad conscience when he locked his glance with hers. “We didn’t use any protection, Sarah.”
She gave a sigh of relief. “Oh, that’s what’s bothering you? You had me worried for a minute. Harm, that’s absolutely no problem. Okay, normally it sure would have been, but I know I can trust you ‘cause when we donated blood some months ago we were all tested for infections. And you haven’t been with another woman since then, have you?” Her glance was sincere.
“No, I haven’t. But what about...”
“I’m on the pill, Harm,” she gently cut him off. At his astonished glance she smiled. “No, I haven’t been with anyone but the hormonal regulation makes me feel better. That’s why I never quit taking it after...” she let her voice trail off, not wanting to mention Mic when she was sharing Harm’s bed.
Harm’s expression relaxed. “You know, normally I’m not this thoughtless, but with you I lost control.”
She took up his previous remark. “Now that’s a flattering confession coming from a pilot. Would you please write it down and sign it for me, Commander?”
His face showed something between a frown and a smile. “Hit and wounded, Colonel.
Truce?”
“Truce.” She kissed him long and passionately.
When they parted for air, Harm looked at her in amusement. “Why, Mac, I could get used to that. What was that for?”
“Just a starter,” she whispered seductively. “Tell me, we’re not supposed to meet your parents today, are we?”
“No,” he answered, a grin slowly spreading over his face, understanding where she was headed. “You sure you’re not hungry yet, Marine?” he teased.
“Oh, I’m definitely hungry,” she purred, snuggling even closer to him.
“Well, then I guess it’s my task to feed you,” he murmured before kissing her afresh.
Sat, June 6th
2108 ZULU
Unknown Location
Three men were sitting around the small table in the farthest-off corner of the dirty little bar. One was smoking a thick cigar, wearing a far-away look, seeming to meditate on his thoughts. The second was chain smoking cigarettes and nervously shifting on his chair. The third sat by calmly and watched. Finally the man with the cigar looked up to the others’ faces.
“Algunas proposiciones para arreglar esta situación?” [Any propositions to handle this situation?]
The cigarette-man took a deep breath. “Tenemos que suprimir a ella. Es demasiado peligrosa para nosotros, estando en el colegio.” [We’ve got to do away with her. She’s too dangerous for us, staying at the college.]
The cigar-smoker nodded, looking at the third man. “Gomez?”
The quiet man didn’t shift upon answering. Seeming like frozen, he said: “No creo que sea una buena idea, jefe. Segundo las informaciones que recibí los dos son amigos muy vecinos. Corre la voz que Rabb quiere a ella. Si suprimos a Mackenzie el comandante nunca nos deja en paz. Será mejor escamotear a él. Y si no nos da ninguna ocasión podemos siempre hacerle entender que el coronello va a sufrir muchísimo si no acaba de investigar. Y quando le tenemos así dependiente de nosotros, encontraremos una posibilidad para terminar a todos los dos.”
[I don’t think that’s a good idea, boss. According to the information I got, the two of them are very close friends. There are rumors that Rabb loves her. If we do away with Mackenzie the commander will never leave us in peace. It’ll be better to make ‘him’ disappear. And if he doesn’t give us an opportunity we can always make him understand that the colonel will suffer very much if he won’t drop the investigation. And once we’ve got him depending on us, we’ll find a way to finish them both.]
Thin, evil smiles slowly appeared on the faces of the other two men. The one with the cigar raised his glass of wine. “Comandante Rabb, Coronello Mackenzie, que sus vidas sean benditas y felizes.” [Cmdr. Rabb, Col. Mackenzie, may your lives be blessed and happy.]
To be continued...
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