“My God, Mic, are you all right?”

“I’ve been better,” Mic replied.

She took in his bandaged form and the countless number of bruises. “What’s the verdict?” she asked.

“One cracked rib, left arm broken, left knee bruised.”

Mac was furious and began pacing the room. “That bastard! What kind of friend is he? Why did he do this to you? Mic, why haven’t you pressed charges against Harm?”

“First of all, Sarah, sit down you’re getting me dizzy with all your pacing.” Mac did so. “Second of all, I don’t think I need to.”

“Why the hell not?” she screamed.

“Sarah, calm down,” Mic said, taking her hand. “I’m all right. For now I think it’s best.” Mac nodded silently as Mic kissed her forehead.

~~~~

1406 hours
JAG Headquarters
Falls Church, Virginia

Harm was walking back from the break room, when he felt a sharp pain in his head. *I probably have a concussion.* He sat down and took the two Advil he had in his hand with the water he had just gotten. The phone rang making his head feel worse. “Cmdr. Rabb.”

“Cmdr.”

It was Mac. “Yes, Col?”

“How could you do it?”

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Harm! You know what I’m talking about!”

“I’m sorry Mac, I don’t.”

“Just be glad Mic isn’t pressing charges or your Naval career would be over! If this happens again, I’ll be forced to. Make certain it doesn’t, Cmdr! No one gets away with attacking my fiancee!”

“What?” Harm had no idea someone had attacked Brumby.

“Shut up, Harm! I don’t want to here it! I hate you!”

Harm winced as Mac hung up. He was stunned, to say the least. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t hear Harriet knocking. “Hello? Earth to Cmdr. Rabb.” When he looked up, Harriet nearly gasped. He was crying.

Harriet shut the door and sat across from him. “Sir, is there anything I can do?” Harm just shrugged. “Please let me help, Sir. As a friend. You mean so much to Bud and I.”

When Harm spoke, his voice cracked. “I was just on the phone with Mac. She... she thinks...” Harm sighed. “Brumby was attacked last night.”

A hand went to Harriet’s mouth. “Oh my goodness! Who do they think...” Her voice trailed off. “You, Sir?”

Harm nodded slowly. “Well, the Col thinks so, anyway. I guess I’m just lucky they’re not pressing charges. Of course, I don’t remember seeing Brumby last night. I don’t remember much of anything from last night, actually.”

“Sir, maybe you should get your injury checked out.”

Harm sighed. “The only thing I want to do is wake up from this nightmare. My best friend hates me.”

~~~~

0912 hours
Wednesday, March 14, 2001
JAG Headquarters
Falls Church, Virginia

As soon as Harm arrived at work, his eyes wandered to Mac’s office. He nearly jumped when she threw the door open. She walked over to him and Harm saluted her. “Col.”

“As you were, Cmdr,” Mac replied. Before she could leave, Harm called out to her. “Harm, I do not want to talk to you.”

“Mac, please. Why do you believe what Brumby said?”

“Because he is my fiancee, Harm!”

Harm was a little hurt. “So, since I’m your best friend, I’m automatically lying? Mac, I have nothing to gain and everything to lose by lying to you! I don’t know what you’re asking of me.”

“Looks like you’ll never know, *Flyboy*,” Mac said sarcastically.

Admiral Chegwidden watched his best JAG team fall apart. “What in the hell is going on?”

~~~~

Fifteen minutes later, Harm was in the Admiral’s office. “Cmdr. Rabb, I have no choice but to do this. My orders are coming from Secnav.”

“Secnav? Sir, what orders are those?”

He sighed. “Cmdr, I have been ordered to suspend you.” Harm almost felt as if his heart stopped. He had a feeling he knew why. “Someone has informed SECNAV of your possible involvement with Mic Brumby’s assault. Know this, Harm, the Secnav and I, do not believe this to be true, however...”

“Sir, I understand,” Harm said. “You have to do this.”

Chegwidden nodded. “I’m sorry. Dismissed.”

“Aye, Aye, Sir!”

~~~~

Harm shut the door and leaned against it with a sigh. Things couldn’t possibly get any worse. “Cmdr,” PO Tyner called. “Sir, are you all right?”

“I’m fine, Tyner.”

“Sir, if you’ll excuse me for saying so, but you look like hell.”

Harm chuckled. “Thank you, Tyner. That’s good to hear,” Harm replied, heading to his office.

Ensign Harriet Sim-Roberts, followed her sullen friend to his office. Harriet really liked him and Col MacKenzie. They were terrific friends. As for the Col, well she could be such a.... Marine! Shaking her head, Harriet popped her head into Harm’s office. “Sir, is there--” She stopped when she noticed him packing his briefcase. “Sir, where are you going?”

“Well, Ensign, it seems that I’ve been suspended until further notice.”

Harriet was shocked. “They really think you assaulted him, Cmdr?”

“The Admiral and Secnav are on my side, as well as you and Bud, but...”

“The one person you want on your side doesn’t believe you, Sir.”

Harm shook his head. “Isn’t life ironic, Harriet?” He picked up his cover and headed to the door.

“Sir... Harm,” Harriet said. “Have dinner with me, Bud, and little AJ tonight.”

“You don’t have to pity me, Harriet.”

The Ensign was not happy about that comment. “Cmdr Rabb, I am not pitying you, Sir! Bud and I care for you. You’re our friend.”

“I’m sorry, Harriet,” Harm replied with a sigh. “Yes, I’d love to have dinner with you guys.”

“Good. We’ll eat at 1900, Sir.”

~~~~

1702 hours
Mic Brumby’s Apartment
Georgetown

“Darien, I don’t know how to thank you. The plan was brilliant,” Brumby said stretching his arms over his head. “It’s nice to have a friend who’s a doctor and can make fake charts.”

“Well, Mic, I know how much you want Sarah MacKenzie. Hell, if you weren’t marrying her, I’d marry her!” Darien said with a laugh. “And from what I hear of Rabb, it seems as though he dropped his girl for yours.”

Mic grinned. “And with the way Sarah’s acting towards him, Harm Jr. will be devastated.”

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