On Our Way Home Author: Nik Rating: PG Disclaimer: I do not own JAG or any of the characters in this story. This is just for fun. En Route to Richmond International Airport Flying somewhere over the Atlantic July 22, 2002 0400 EST We wasted no time getting out of Afghanistan and are currently flying back to the states. Sarah is asleep in my arms as I watch the clouds go by. I still have the ring, now hidden away until we reach home. We are going right to my apartment and talking ? about everything. I never want her to doubt my total and complete adoration of her. I intend to make it clear to her that I will love her forever. I would happily die for her a thousand times. I stroke her soft hair and kiss the top of her head. Holding her tighter, I drift off to sleep. Harm?s SUV Richmond, VA July 22, 2002 1125 Local We got into the states, processed through all the airport crap, and are now in my SUV. I notice Sarah still looks sleepy as I begin to maneuver the vehicle out of its parking place. The Navy owes me a ton of money for the parking fees for this thing. Its been here almost 4 months. I start to plan out the rest of today. I am going to drive us home, put Sarah down for a nap, and make dinner. Hmmm?better go grocery shopping first. I threw away pretty much everything that wasn?t in a can before I left. I have just started making a mental grocery list when my cell phone rings. ?Rabb.? ?Rabb, this Admiral Chegwidden.? ?Hello. How are you sir?? I ask. ?Fine. How about you two?? he says. I tell him we are fine. I have already filled him in on everything that happened, from Sarah seeing me with Caroline up to me rescuing her the other day. ?Rabb?.? he starts, hestitantly. Then he continues. ?I need you guys to make a quick detour before you head home. I am a bit disappointed here, I must admit. ?Sir ?? I begin. ?Rabb, I know you two are supposed to be on leave, and as soon as you two do this one little assignment, you?re getting three weeks of leave. At least. But for now, you?re all I?ve got. I need you two to dart down to Fort Lee. It?s a little Army base about 20 miles south of Richmond.? ?What do we need to do there, sir? Don?t they have their own Army JAG guys?? ?Yes, they do have a JAG office. And I know we don?t normally get involved with issues on the Army bases, but this does involve a top secret security violation, possibly committed by a Marine, most likely accidental. This resulted in what appears to be another security breach. There is a civilian employee there, Ahmed Omar Farook, who has been working on a secret training simulation system that the Army uses to train Officers in battle simulations. We think Farook had a hand in the secondary security breach. You will be officially working as representatives of this JAG office investigating this Marine. You?re unofficial role is to assist Webb with the investigation of Farook.? ?Webb? I screech. I regain composure swiftly. ?Yes sir,? I say with little enthusiasm. ?Rabb?? he starts. ?Yes sir?? I ask. ?Be careful and get this thing wrapped up fast. And let me know when you get settled in down there so I can get you some funds.? We conclude our conversation and I glance at Sarah. She is still sleeping, a beautiful sleeping angel. I turn the Lexus around and head south towards Fort Lee. Building 1108, JAG Offices Fort Lee, VA July 22, 2002 1125 Local ?Major Herring, come in my office for a minute..? I enter his office. ?Yes, Colonel Gordon?? ?Shut the door behind you. Major, we have a problem. ? ?What?s that sir?? ?We have two JAG officers, a Commander Harmon Rabb and Lt Col. Sarah Mackenzie, from DC coming down here to investigate this security problem with the marine, Major Jones. Rabb and Mackenzie are Navy and Marine.? ?Do you think they know whats really going on?? ?No, they seem to think the Marine?s the guy. I don?t think they suspect us or Farook at all. And that?s just the way I want it to continue. I?m assigning you to their tails. I hear one of them is a hot little thing. ?Not Commander Rabb, I hope, sir?? I risk a joke. ?Cute, Herring, Cute. No, I?m talking about the girl. She?s supposed to be a really fine looking female.? ?Sounds like my kind of assigment, sir.? He dismisses me and I leave his office. I hope this Sarah is as hot as she?s rumored to be. I could use a little diversion for the next few days. In Harm?s Car Fort Lee, VA July 22, 2002 1205 Local I have just woken up from another nap. I am sitting here in Harm?s SUV while some MP?s check our vehicle and prepare to issue us a pass so we can enter this Army base, and work on our next case. Harm just filled me in a few minutes ago on what is going on. I have really been looking forward to going home but apparently it is not to be right away. I am beyond pissed that Webb would use us for this investigation. He knows I spent the last three months in a tin can. He knows I was almost killed several times. He knows that if it wasn?t for Harm refusing to give up on me, I would be still out there encased in metal. He knows all of this, and still insisted that we be assigned to this case. I am beyond pissed at Webb, no doubt about it. In Harm?s Car Fort Lee, VA July 22, 2002 1215 Local We just received clearance from the guards and have been directed to our destination. I head over there, taking a left at the first light. ?Hey,? Sarah says. Her voice startles me. Its so beautiful to hear her speak after so many months of missing her. ?I?m hungry.? ?Me, too? I tell her. ?Lets go and meet our contacts and then we?ll find out where there?s a decent place to eat around here.? ?Mmm Sounds good..? she says, licking her lips. Oh, how I wish she wasn?t just talking about food. Soon enough, I reassure myself. Soon enough. In Harm?s Car Fort Lee, VA July 22, 2002 1315 Local We are back in Harm?s car, heading for food. Apparently, people around here love to eat out. There is every possible type of restaurant within a 5 minutes drive. Including two Japanese restaurants, Mexican, you name it. ?No Beltway Burgers though,? he teases me. ?That?s ok,? I say. ?After three months of jail food, I?ll eat anything.? I look at him as I say this, remembering those months of captivity. Not knowing if I would ever get out of there. Hoping each morning that this would be the day Harmon Rabb would save me. And he finally did. I look at his eyes. They are alert with concentration and I am mesmerized, as usual. He?s parking the car. Golden China Retaurant Hopewell, VA July 22, 2002 1320 Local We decide on a Chinese place. After ordering, we go over our latest case. ?So, what do you think of those two, Gordon and Herring?? I asks. ?Don?t know for sure,? she says. ?They seem competent enough, but who knows? Herring?s supposed to assist us with the investigation so for now I guess he?s all we?ve got.? ?Uhh, Mac, Sarah,? I start. ?Yes?? ?Be careful around Herring, please? I saw him looking at you funny and?? ?Harm! I am a Marine! I do think I can handle it if he were to come on to me. Which he hasn?t and probably won?t, but nevertheless, I can handle this stuff myself. Should I warn you every time a woman looks at you? I?d have to have a full time assistant to follow you around and say ?Be careful, Rabb, she?s looking at you. That one too, Rabb. Watch out.? ? Her words flooded out in an explosion of emotion. ?Sorry.? I say. ?He just looks suspicious, is all.? ?Suspicious?? she blurted. Apparently she was just getting started. ?Just drop it, ok? I love you, truly. I wasn?t just spouting words back in that hellhole Afghanistan. Please know this. I love you more than my life. Sarah, please, I?m sorry. ? I beg. ?Fine,? she responds irritably. Great, I think. My big mouth has done it again. She?s pissed at me. I vow to make it up to her. Somehow I will figure out a way to do so without pissing her off further. Our food arrives and we dig in happily. Vegetables and Garlic Sauce for me, General Tso?s chicken and fried rice for her. Blech! I look over at my Sarah eating and she looks up at me and smiles. I guess I am forgiven. I smile back and begin to make a plan. I still have a ring to give to Sarah and I don?t think I am going to wait until we get home. I don?t think I could wait, even if I wanted to. Golden China Retaurant Hopewell, VA July 22, 2002 1325 Local He can be so annoying. This protectiveness crap has got to go. Like I can?t handle myself against some guy, who really didn?t even come on to me. I look over at him as he starts eating his food, and fall in love again. He looks so hurt. I didn?t mean to lash out and hurt him like that. I silently vow to never do it again, and smile at him. He gives me one back, and everything?s right again. We still haven?t had that talk, but I know he loves me, and that?s enough for now. JAG Headquarters Falls Church July 22, 2002 1400 Local We are having an office meeting. The Commander and Colonel are coming back finally. They have to wrap up a quick little investigation near Richmond, and then after some leave, they are coming back. I hope that they have worked all of their problems out. The admiral can?t tell us where they were, apparently its beyond a top secret classification. ?And, ? the admiral says. ?Singer?s coming back tomorrow.? Officer?s Quarters Fort Lee, VA July 22, 2002 1800 Local ?Are you ready for dinner, Flyboy?? she asks flirtatiously, as she stands at my door. ?Definitely, Ninja Girl, ? I flirt back, flashing her a smile. I am taking the ever-hungry marine to dinner, some place called the Tobacco Company in Richmond, and she just showed up at my door wearing the most unbelievably sexy outfit I have ever seen. She looks even better than she did that time when I hit my head and hallucinated her repeatedly coming on to me. ?We are done working for the day, aren?t we?? she asks. ?Oh definitely,? I say, putting down the folder I had been reading. I was going back over the events of the afternoon when she had knocked. After lunch, we toured the ?Blockhouse?, which is where the personnel that work on the computer system are located, and where the security breaches occurred. It is a large, old, ugly, windowless building known to those who work there as ?The Dungeon?, and to the rest of the employees on the base as the ?Blockhouse?. In fact, it does look exactly like a large grey cinder block. Apparently, it housed spies in the Second World War. Now it houses computer programmers. We met all of the personnel who were in the compromised area at the time and who might have had access to the information. Pretty much everyone on the third floor. The building is secured at each entrance and at each floor, requiring a pass card to get beyond the elevators, and with a different pass card for each floor. So someone authorized for the first floor, for instance, would not be able to access any of the other floors without separate pass cards for each. Even the janitors are escorted by people with top security clearances. The third floor is where the once secure data resides, as well as where Farook and the Marine Major work, so we focus our efforts there. I put this junk out of my head, and move towards the door. Quickly, I check my pocket for the ring. Its still there. I grab my keys, take her hand and we walk down the hall towards my Lexus JAG Headquarters Falls Church July 22, 2002 1430 Local I am standing here at the water bottle, pouring myself a cup, watching my husband walk up to me with a dejected look on his face. ?Maybe we should start spiking this with something stronger,? Bud says. ?What do you mean?? I ask. Then he drops a load. ?Singer?s coming back tomorrow.? Tobacco Company Restaurant Richmond, VA July 22, 2002 1920 Local It took us over an hour to get up here. A bunch of idiots on I-95 got into a wreck and we had to sit in traffic for 30 minutes while it was cleared. I am sitting here at the table with Harmon Rabb, the love of my life, gazing into the endless depths of his eyes, my own eyes beginning to roam over him. He?s looking at the menu. I am looking at his face, his spiky hair that always catches my attention, his ears. I really want to skip dinner and go back to his room. He catches me staring at his ears and I look away. ?Did you decide what you want yet?? He asks me. ?Not yet,? I answer. I am still recovering from a moment ago when I was thinking of kissing his ears, and much more. I realize that I do, in fact, know exactly what I want. Commander Harmon Rabb, Jr and nothing else. ?I know what you want,? he says. I am breathless for a second, wondering if he?s been reading my mind. ?You do?? I say, trying to sound normal. ?Oh yeah. The sixteen ounce steak and shrimp sounds like your kind of dinner.? ?Yeah that sounds good,? I say. Suddenly I realize I am quite hungry. That steak sounds great. Tobacco Company Retaurant Richmond, VA July 22, 2002 1950 Local Sarah?s still eating and I am watching her. She has lips that are begging to be kissed. I need to touch her, to feel her against me. I need to see my ring on her hand. I reach for it, praying I can find the right words to express these emotions, to convince her to spend the rest of her life with me. My cell phone rings. Damn! I reach for it hesitantly, then decide to answer. ?Rabb.? ?Its Webb.? Great, I think. I really need to lose this cell phone in the James River. Its causing me nothing but trouble, ?What do you want Webb?? I ask. ?I?m trying to have dinner with Mac.? ?Sorry Harm. Really I am. But you need to get back to Fort Lee. Farook was just found dead in the blockhouse, strangled in the bathroom.? Tobacco Company Restaurant Richmond, VA July 22, 2002 1955 Local ?Webb, this is beginning to sound like something that?s beyond our jurisdiction as JAG officers. This is a civilian employee, and although you suspect him of possibly leaking some information, he is still a civilian. You need to get someone else on this case, Webb.? I don?t know what?s going on. Harm is talking to Webb. Something must have happened, but I don?t know what. Harm speaks. ?Fine. Fine. We?ll go back down there. But I am telling you, I am going to do whatever it takes to get us off of this assignment, Webb. I?ve had enough intrigue and danger to last me the rest of the year already.? He ends the call and looks at me as if he is going to say something important. ?We have to go back to Fort Lee ASAP. Farook?s been killed and Webb wants us to continue our investigation tonight.? I tell him, fine, but I?m going to finish eating my dinner first. He smiles and laughs and says, ?Ok, only if I can finish watching you eat it.? Heading South on I-95 Somewhere between Washington and Richmond, July 22, 2002 1955 Local I?m riding in my car, heading down 95 south towards Richmond. I?ve just hung up with Rabb after informing him of all the latest information. He sounded quite pissed when I told him what was going on. One of our major suspects was found murdered just a little while ago. We also have new information concerning the Army JAG?s assigned to this case, Gordon and Herring. Seems they were seen with Farook at Bryan Park this past Sunday night. Bryan Park is apparently a great place to score dope, among other things, and we believe that?s what they intended to portray, albeit quite unconvincingly. They met with two men, exchanged a small folder and a briefcase and then split. Enlargements of the pictures taken of Gordon and Herring checking the contents of the briefcase post-swap revealed a ton of cash. Probably even enough to pay the airport for Rabb?s parking fees on that Lexus. We have a photo of the license plate of the two guys and Rabb and Mackenzie are going to need to check it out. Tobacco Company Restaurant Richmond, VA July 22, 2002 2025 Local We?ve now completed our dinner. Harm easily convinced me to get some dessert. Delicious pecan pie covered with vanilla ice cream and whipped cream. I ate it quickly before I could get too preoccupied with thinking about the many uses of whipped cream. As we sit here, preparing to leave, Harm tells me everything that Webb spoke about on the phone. Apparently, Herring and Gordon are involved in this. I can tell he really wants to tell me ?I told you so? about Herring looking suspicious. I pretend not to notice. We stand up to go, and I hear something fall to the floor. Something small like a quarter or something. I glance down to see if I can see it. I see something alright. I bend over to pick it up. It?s a beautiful princess cut diamond engagement ring, looks like about 3 carats with two huge sapphires on each side, and 10 or so smaller diamonds embedded all around the sapphires in what appears to be platinum. It looks terribly expensive and I start looking around to see who could have lost it. I glance at Harm to show him what I found and he is staring at me like a deer caught in headlights. Slowly, I realize whats going on here. Harm is the one who dropped this ring. Tobacco Company Restaurant Richmond, VA July 22, 2002 2025 Local ?Harm?? She questions. ?Is this yours?? I tell her, ?No. Its yours. If you want it, that is.? She says nothing, so I continue. ?Lets go outside,? I say. We go outside, with me leading her to a bench. ?Sit down for a minute and give me the ring.? She complies and I put it on her finger. It fits perfectly. She is still staring at me silently. I can?t tell if this is a good thing or a bad thing. ?Sarah, I love you more than my own life. I would kill for you, die for you, do literally anything for you. I?ve followed you around the world several times and I would do it all again with no uncertainty. You are the reason I get up in the morning, my last thought in the evening. Renee was right. I have always been in love with you. I will always be in love with you. Nothing is or ever was going on with Caroline and me, or any other woman. I bought this ring for you months ago. I was going to give it to you that night that everything went to hell. Please marry me. I want to be with you for the rest of my life.? Still she is silent. ?Sarah? Are you okay?? I ask. I am starting to think I ?ve royally screwed up. She?s not ready for this. I mean, hell, we?ve hardly moved beyond friends. We?ve said we loved each other but that?s about it. She?s still getting over her ordeal in Afghanistan and here I am trying to pressure her into marrying me. I am as bad as Brumby. Tobacco Company Restaurant Richmond, VA July 22, 2002 2035 Local I think I?m in shock. Harm just accidentally gave me the most amazing engagement ring. He is telling me everything I have wanted to hear for what seems like forever. The same stuff Brumby said that made me squirm and want to get away from him. I am still so relieved I didn?t marry him. ?Yes, yes, I?m fine,? I answer Harm quietly. I?m still off guard. I?ve never heard Harm string more than maybe two sentences together to describe his feelings, and that was after intense pressure. ?Harm,? I say. ?Yes, ? he says. He looks very unsure of himself, of me. Almost miserable, actually. I briefly ponder dragging out the suspense but decide against it. ?Yes,? I say. ?I will marry you. Whenever you?re ready. I have never wanted anything more in my life than I do this. ? I feel his arms envelop me with their comforting strength and right after that I feel his lips on mine, softly and then more demanding. I can?t help but respond with equal passion, molding myself into his embrace. His touch and kisses take my breath away. The cell phone rings and we ignore it. Finally I tear myself away. ?Better get that, Harm. Its probably Webb.? En Route to Fort Lee VA Inside Harm?s Car July 22, 2002 2045 Local It was, in fact, Webb on the phone who demanded to know what we were doing. I refused to speak to him and Sarah told him we would be there shortly. I am driving us back to the army base and Sarah is riding next to me, holding my hand like we?re in seventh grade. Still euphoric from her acceptance of my proposal, I feel like I?m floating instead of navigating traffic on this horrible highway. These morons are doing construction on the James River Bridge and it is delaying our trip back. We are sitting in traffic at a complete stop yet again. Although I have no great desire to see Webb or work on this case, I do have definite plans for later tonight, so I am getting impatient. I guess Sarah sees this because she rubs my neck and kisses my hand. ?Chill out, Flyboy? she says. I laugh and kiss her neck and move upwards to nibble the tops of her ears.. I feel her respond and realize the effect I have on her is as strong as what she does to me. She says, ?You better stop unless you want to put on a show for all these people waiting in traffic with us.? I stop and look at her. For a minute I?m tempted to rise to the challenge. Then I hear horns beeping and I realize traffic is moving again and I need to move with it. Groaning, I think to myself, soon enough, Rabb, soon enough. Building 1109 Fort Lee, VA July 22, 2002 2130 Local ?So this is where he was found? Do we know the time of death?? Harm asks. I am standing in the men?s room on the third floor of the blockhouse next to Harm. He has reverted to investigator mode, and I am struggling to keep my mind on this case. So many things have happened in the past few days, its difficult to keep focused on working. ?We are estimating he was killed around 6pm, but until the autopsy is done we really don?t know.? Webb is explaining what little he knows about the situation. ?Where are Herring and Gordon?? Harm asks. ?We are holding them for questioning. Based on what we now know about their meeting in the park on Sunday, we aren?t letting them out of our sight. Feel free to question them.? ?Who would have been in the building at 6pm? Could Herring and Gordon have done it. They seem the logical choice.? ?Except they were both in the Officer?s Club drinking from about 5:30 to 8:30. I do have a list of personnel with access to the third floor. We?ve cross-referenced that with a list of everyone who used their card to get in and out today. Everyone who came in also went out. The last person to swipe their card to leave did so at 5:45. I have the lists right here.? Webb hands the lists to Harm. ?Ok Webb,? Harm starts. ?You?ve filled me in on everything. I really don?t think there?s much more to be done on this tonight. We are exhausted and need to rest so we can get started on questioning all these people tomorrow.? Building 1109 Fort Lee, VA July 22, 2002 2140 Local I start to object when something catches my eye. Mac is wearing that ring I found in Harm?s apartment. I change my mind and say ?Fine. We?ll get you the complete report in the morning.? So Rabb finally got the nerve to ask her and she got the nerve to accept. Its about damn time. I guess I won?t have to shoot him after all. Officer?s Quarters Fort Lee, VA July 22, 2002 2200 Local I feel like I could happily shoot Webb. Everything he ever gets me involved in turns into a huge ordeal. Sarah is sitting here in my room and I am rubbing her feet while we watch a little TV. She denies it but I can see she is exhausted. Dealing with Webb and a dead, strangled body, not to mention seeing Sarah look so wiped out, have put a temporary end to my plans for tonight. It wouldn?t take much to revive my plans, but I am not going to pressure her into anything right now. Officer?s Quarters Fort Lee, VA July 22, 2002 2200 Local Harm is rubbing my feet. They have never hurt so much. We on the couch watching a little TV and I am so close to falling asleep. I consider getting up and telling Harm I need to go back to my room, but before I can, my eyes are firmly closed. Officer?s Quarters Fort Lee, VA July 22, 2002 2230 Local Sarah is sleeping in my arms on the couch. I am stroking her hair and periodically kissing the top of her head. I?ve told her I love her about a hundred times since she fell asleep 30 minutes ago. I am watching a little bit of TV before I transfer her to the bed. I am going to sleep on the couch tonight. I suppose I should wake her up and send her back to her room for propriety?s sake but I refuse. I sip some more ice tea and watch this show ?Combat Missions? on USA. Its actually kind of interesting. Those guys they have on there look like real wusses as far as I am concerned though. As they break for a commercial, I start to rise from the couch to move Sarah. A commerical catches my attention as a familiar-sounding voice rings in my ears. I can?t help but look. I see a kangaroo and that damn Australian. What the hell is Brumby doing in a commercial? JAG Headquarters Falls Church July 23, 2002 0900 Local ?How was your stay at Whidbey Island Air Station, Lieutenant Singer?? ?Just fine, Bud. Just fine,? I answer irritably. I hated it there almost as much as I hate it here. Not one good case in that place for me to work on. Oh there were good cases alright. I just didn?t get assigned any of them. No investigating, minimal lawyering. A couple of shoplifting cases, never ending traffic cases, tons of DUIs. Nothing good. Nothing worthy of a lawyer of my rank and caliber. ?Lieutenant, the admiral wants to see you about taking over some of my cases. Here are the folders on them. There is a shoplifting, two speeding tickets, and a DUI.? I grab the folders, glare at him in what I hope is a menacing way, and head towards the admiral?s office. Building 1108, JAG Offices Fort Lee, VA July 23, 2002 1830 Local ?Well, Webb, we?ve talked to everyone who clocked in that building yesterday. No one saw or heard a thing. I haven?t seen anything that would lead me to believe any of them are lying. Did we get a time of death yet?? Harm asks. ?Yeah we did. 6:30 pm, that?s 1830 your time.? ?Thanks Webb, I know that 1830 is 6:30 pm. I?ve been in the Navy awhile.? Harm says. I try not to laugh at his slightly sarcastic comment to Webb. Suddenly, I have a important question. ?Webb,? I ask. ?The blockhouse is on lockdown at all times, right? According to the list you gave me, everyone with authorized access was out of the building long before 1830.? ?That?s right, Mac. Where are you going with this?? ?Not far. How did you find out about Farook being killed?? ?The janitor found him.? ?I thought you said the janitors had to be escorted at all times due to lack of security clearance. That they don?t even have their own access cards..? ?Damn. You?re right, Mac. You?re absolutely right. We didn?t even think to question him. Why the hell was he in there without an escort?? ?Maybe getting more inftelligence to sell to whoever Farook, Gordon and Herring are involved in. Maybe he offed Farook to try to keep all the cash to himself. Probably didn?t even know about Gordon and Herring. My guess is Gordon and Herring were in direct contact with whoever was getting the information.? Harm jumped in ?And they used Farook to actually get the information, and Farook used this janitor as well. The janitor probably found out who Farook was dealing with and he got greedy and killed Farook. Now we just need to get down there, grab the janitor and confirm all of this. If he?s stupid enough to report the same murder he just committed, we shouldn?t have too much trouble wrapping this investigation up.? ?Did we get any word on that license plate yet?? I ask Webb. ?Actually, yes. Right before you came in they were picked up by Richmond police. They are being questioned as we speak about the transaction in Bryan Park. Richmond is very interested in that transaction.? ?It did take place within their jurisdiction. This whole thing could get messy, Webb. After we talk to the janitor, Harm and I are going to finish our report. The local guys can take over. If we determine that action needs to be taken on Gordon and Herring, we may get involved there if needed. We?d be happy to prosecute if needed. As far as the Marine Major, I am going to report that there is insufficient evidence to suggest he was involved in any wrongdoing, intentional or unintentional.? Officer?s Quarters Fort Lee, VA July 23, 2002 2200 Local We talked to the janitor, who immediately cracked under pressure and told us everything. We finalized our report, and now we are sitting in Harm?s room. We are free to go now, our part of the investigation over. Webb is preoccupied trying to find out how much information got out and where it went, fighting with Richmond for the rights to interrogate those guys from Bryan Park. I try to put this all out of my thoughts. Harm and I just shared a pizza and I am stuffed. I am on the couch with Harm, just enjoying being near him. ?Harm, do you want to go back home now or leave in the morning?? I ask. I kind of want to get out of this place. Check my emails, find out where my dog has been for three months, drive my Corvette. Get Harm alone in his apartment. I start thinking of what I want to do to Harm when we get back to his apartment. Lots of kissing. And lots more. I briefly wonder why he hasn?t tried to kiss me all day. Just then, he leans down to me and does just that. He kisses me. A long, powerful, overwhelmingly passionate kiss that turns me into a tingling mass of jello. ?Lets leave in the morning . I think we?ve still got something we need to do here,? he says softly, his eyes filled with passion and desire. I?ve never seen him look at me like this before and it gets me feeling tingly again. ?Aye Aye, Commander,? I respond, as his lips overtake mine again in a possesive embrace.