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| They got to the trauma room without any problems. Harm was already there, staring through the window at one of his best friends; unable to recognize the vibrant young woman he had known for so long. Mac took one look at her closest female friend and all the emotions that she had been fighting since answering Bud�s phone came pouring out. Harm gathered her in his arms, making sure that she couldn�t see anything that was happening in the trauma room, holding her as tightly as she needed him to and keeping her as close as he needed her to be. Mac managed to get a hold of her emotions and she slowly pulled away from Harm, smiling up at him softly before stepping away, her back to Harriet�s room. �Detective Browning, this is my partner, Commander Harmon Rabb, Jr. Harm, this is Detective Browning.� �Nice to meet you,� Harm said softly, shaking the man�s hand. �You too. I flew with your father in Vietnam,� Browning said. �He was a damn good pilot.� �Yes, he was,� Harm said in the tone he always took on when talking about his father. Even after finding out that Harmon Rabb Sr had really and truly died several years before, Mac knew Harm didn�t have the kind of closure he longed for. �The Colonel said you two are prosecuting Adam Miles,� Browning said, quickly changing the subject. �Do you really think that Lieutenant Simms� accident is related to the case?� Harm sighed and dragged his hand down his face. �I think it is a distinct possibility,� he said at length, diplomatic as always. �Miles has� some fans�� �Have any of you received any threats?� Browning asked. �Everyone at JAG gets death threats daily, detective,� Harm said. �We�re about as well liked as people from internal affairs.� The detective managed a small smile at that. �Any of the daily threats actually come to acts of violence?� he asked. �Not really. Once in a while we�ll get someone who is really pissed at us. But most of them are just angry people with nothing better to do and no better way to let out their frustrations,� Mac said. Browning was going to continue the interview but a doctor came out, tearing off the sterile coat that was covered in blood. Harriet�s blood. |
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