Forgiving Our Mistakes

Author: Susan217

WIP

Disclaimer: I do not own JAG, and am only using the characters for recreational purposes.  Please try not to sue me.

A/N: This is my first JAG fic. Take it easy on me. Thanks to Col. Mac for the beta.

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Mac sighed as she bent down to pick up the paper outside her apartment. She forced a smile onto her lips when Mrs. Callahan waved from down the hall. "Good evening, Tara. Where is that wonderful husband of yours?"

Mac inwardly rolled her eyes. She'd given up on convincing the older woman that Harm was not her husband, or that her name was Sarah, not Tara. "Oh, he's around, ma'am."

Harm chose that moment to make an appearance, his suitcase in his left hand. He smiled at her. "Mrs. Callahan," he said, nodding his head toward her.

"She still thinks we're married? What does she do when you have a date?" Harm asked, stepping around Mac into the apartment.

Mac remembered one evening when she had brought home a date. Mrs. Callahan had gasped and slammed her door. Luckily, a week later, she seemed to have forgotten about the incident.

"It's not pretty," Mac said, shutting the door. She tossed the paper onto the couch.

"You packed yet?" Harm asked. He slumped down onto the couch and picked up the paper.

"I've been packed since last night," she replied irritably. "Tell me again why we have to do this?"

"'To improve our performance as friends and teammates, which will improve the overall efficiency of the JAG offices in general'," Harm recited from memory.

 "But this is a civilian team building course. How can it possibly help military personnel?" Mac asked, knowing she was starting to whine.

"Everyone else has already had their turn. We're some of the last ones to have not taken this course. There was no one else for me to volunteer instead of us." Harm grinned as he said this.

Mac smiled back knowing that he had maneuvered everyone else in that office before he himself had been forced into it. "And you volunteered me because…" Mac said, smiling.

"I thought you'd miss me if I was gone."

"I guess we'll never know, will we?" Mac asked, getting a couch cushion tossed at her head.

"Come on, Marine. We need to hit the road."

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They stepped out into warm night air and Mac smiled. "You know, this might not be that bad."

Harm grinned back at her and began tossing their luggage into the back of his car. "I know it will be late when we get there, but maybe we'll still be on time…"

The sound of a car behind her turned Mac's head instinctively looking to see if she needed to move out of the way. Suddenly, the van picked up speed moving quickly toward them.

"What the hell…" Mac started. The van squealed to a stop beside them. Harm moved to stand on front of Mac and was met with a gun. Three men dressed in black and all armed sat inside. Their faces were covered by ski masks, and they gestured toward the van.

"Both of you get in the car. No talking."

Mac nodded and she followed Harm, as they were shoved to the rear of the van. Her arms were jerked roughly behind her. Her eyes met Harm's and she tried to smile reassuringly. Her bags were tossed in beside her.

"Where are your car keys?" one of the men asked Harm.

"My left pocket," Harm replied irritably.

Mac watched as the man grasped his keys, nodded to the two other men and got out, closing the door behind him. She saw him unlock the car, and heard the engine come to life.

"Say goodnight to your girlfriend," was the last thing she heard before everything went black.