Title - Love Family Style - Second Generation 

Author name - Carol 

E-mail - writestories315@yahoo.com 

Rating - G (I think there might be one bad word)

Spoilers - not really sure, but I’m something 

Disclaimer - I own nothing. Nor do I admit to owning
anything. If I really owned anything do you think it
would take me 15 years to pay back my students loans. 

Summery - Ever wonder where and how Harm’s Parents
meet.

Author's Notes - The songs Jacob’s Ladder By Mark
Wills and Not That Different by Collin Raye were the
inspirations for this and lyrics are thrown into the
story. To see how Grandma and Grandpa Rabb meet please
read Love Family Style - First Generation 

 



Harm’s Apartment

North of Union Station

Friday August 16, 2002

6:15 PM 



“So did you and Sergie have a nice visit with Grandma
Sarah over the fourth?” Trish Brunette asked as Harm
changed out of his uniform. 



“Yeah, we did. He brought Evelyn. Grandma seemed to
like her.” Harm said as he walked out of his bedroom
in a blue pullover shirt and jeans. “You really don’t
mind pizza?” 



“Pizza is fine Darling. Frank and I rarely order it.
But I want pepperoni on it.” Trish looked at him with
a grin. 



Harm laughed as he called the pizza place, “Hi. This
is Harmon Rabb. Hey Cathy, you finally got your voice
back. No, not the usual. I’ll take a large half veggie
half pepperoni. Very funny. Yeah, thanks. OK. Bye.”
Then he hung up the phone. 



“You know the pizza people by name?” Trish said to her
son. 



Harm smiled at her, “Usually Mac and I end up ordering
when we’re working on a case. They now have it on
their menu. The Half and Half. Half plant eater, half
meat eater. They call it.” 



“That reminds me of how I meet you father.” Trish
softly said. 



Harm thought for a minute, “You two lived in the same
building. How does pizza factor into it?” 



“Do you want to hear the story?” Trish asked. 



Harm sat down next to her on the couch, “I would love
to.” 



Trish smiled at her son, “It early 1962, I was living
in this old apartment building with two girlfriends.
The three of us were just starting out in the real
world in LaJolla. Well, there had been these two young
men who moved into the building. You father and Tom
Boone. My roommates had seen both of them and fallen
madly in love. I told them this guy didn’t exist. That
there is no way a man could have a melt-your-knees
smile and a great body to go with it.” 



Harm smiled at his mother, thinking about his father. 



“One night I ordered pizza from the place down the
street. They were having a slow night so they said
that they would deliver. So I wait for my pizza, 20
minutes pass, then 30. I go to open the door and there
standing at my door is the most arrogant man I have
ever meet. Eating my pizza.” Trish started to laugh.
“I looked at him and asked if I could help him with
anything. Then he smiled and I swear the floor went
out from under me and he looked so good. He then said
with a slight accent, ‘You ordered this pizza do you
mind if we split it?’ I just looked at him and said
sure.” 



“You two meet over a pizza he stole from you?” Harm
asked her. 



“I make it sound more romantic. After a few dates and
stole pizzas I found myself falling for him. It wasn’t
his dress whites or his smile, it was him and those
eyes. I loved everything about this man. But we had
our troubles, one night he told me he as going to be
shipped out. That’s when it hit me that he could
actually love something more then me. Well, I was not
about to have this man break my heart. I believe you
get your stubbornness from me.” Trish said pointing at
herself. 



“Well, I walked down to his apartment the night before
he and Tom were to ship out. I go up to Harmon and I
told him that we were from two different worlds and
that it would never work. I was lying, but he let me
say it. He then looked at me and said, ‘We’re not that
different. I laugh, I love, I hope, I try, I hurt, I
need, I fear, I cry and I know you do the same things
too. So we’re really not that different, me and you.’
I then shook his hand and wished him luck.” Trish
started to laugh, “He then grabbed me and kissed me
for the first time. I’ve never been kissed like that
before. He said all those words to me again, but with
his emotions. He then let go of me and said ‘I’m going
to marry you.’ Then he said good night.” 



“A few months pass and my roommates are ready to kill
me. I’m crying over Harmon. I have fears that he won’t
come back. I’m hoping that I didn’t hurt him too much.
I then told myself that I was in love with him.” Trish
then looked at her son, “He returns. He and Tom get
their apartment back. Their first night there I find
out that Harmon has ordered pizza. So I stole his and
I knocked on his door. He answered and I said to him
with tears falling out of my eyes, ‘I laugh, I love, I
hope, I try, I hurt, I need, I fear, I cry and I know
you do the same things too. So we’re really not that
different, me and you.’ He looked at me, took the
pizza and threw it on the floor.” Trish then started
to blush. “The next thing I clearly remember is waking
up in his bed, in his arms, and neither of us wearing
a lick of clothing.” 



“Mom!” Harm said to her.  



Trish just laughed at Harm’s embarrassment. “Well, now
that he and I admitted that we loved each other we
decided to meet the parents. I fell in love with Sarah
Rabb the moment she sweep me into her arms. I saw
right then and there everything the meant anything to
Harmon. He worshipped the ground she walked on.” Trish
then poked Harm in the shoulder, “Just like you and
Sergie do.”  



She took a deep breath, “Well Sarah took to me so
quickly. I just knew my parents would love Harmon. I
had this picture of the two of us walking into the
house and Mom just falling in love him and Dad calling
him son.” Trish then started to laugh, “I couldn’t
have been more off the mark.” 



“My parents hated him. They were snobs. Harmon was
raised on a farm, he’s in the Navy, he flies planes.
My family had money and I had dreams about running a
gallery. My parents wanted me to have a better life.
But Harmon was my better life. He showed me things
that were wonderful. Like flying in old planes and
kissing in the rain with no shoes on. He brought out
the little things in life.” Trish paused for a second.
“The plan was for Harmon and I to stay with my parents
for a week. My father said the reason why he hated
Harmon was because he asked him what he thought of me.
Your father thought for a minute and he said, ‘Sir,
Trish is heaven to me.’ My father did not like that
response and refused to let him sleep in the same
house as me.” 



“I was outraged, your father was going to play by
their rules. Until my father told Harmon if he stepped
on foot near me he would find himself attached to an
anchor of a ship and no one would miss him.” Trish
gave a soft smile, “That night Harmon took my father
ladder and leaned it against the house and knocked on
my window till I opened it. I opened the window and
came into the room. Then he dropped to one knee and
asked me to marry him. Of course I said yes. Then he
said that we were going to runaway. I got dressed,
packed, and wrote a note telling my family that I was
getting married to Harmon Rabb.” 



Trish lost her smile, “I left, got married, a few
months later Harmon and I found out we were pregnant.
Sarah was so happy when she found out you were coming.
Well, you were born and I called my parents for the
first time in about one year. You’re father made me do
it.”  



She took a deep breath, “Though tears I told my father
he had a grandson who was perfect and who would melt
hearts with his smile and eyes like his daddy. My
father told me that he didn’t think anyone would ever
be good enough for me and that there might be a chance
that Harmon was OK. They came up that night and meet
you.” 



Trish then wiped her eyes, “I love your father very
much. I never meet anyone so passionate and caring. He
treated me like I was heaven. And oh, how he loved
you. I see him in you. As I get to know Sergie, I see
him there too.” Trish then locked eyes with Harm,
“Promise me that when you find the woman you are going
to spend you’re life with you treat her like heaven.” 



Harm just smiled at his mom, “I promise. But not many
women are knocking at my door saying they need me.” 



“Hey you father stole my pizza. You never know Harm,
she may be on the other side of your door one day.”
Trish said to him. 



Harm laughed, “Yeah, I’m going to open my door to find
the woman of my dreams eating pizza and telling me she
needs me.” 



“Well, Harm if she doesn’t knock. Can I recommend a
girl?” Trish said as there was a knock at the door. 



Harm stood up and answered the door. “Hey, Julie was
out there so I paid for your pizza. Hope you don’t
mind I stole piece, I’m hungry. I also need your help
on something.” Mac said to him as Harm stared at her
funny. “Harm are you OK?” 



Harm then gave her his sly fly-boy smile and said,
“I’m fine come on in.” 



The End