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Obsessed 2: Nightmare By: slick1969
Summary: Harm tries to forget what he saw. Rating: IM15 Disclaimer: See Part 1. Spoilers: Anything through Season 10 is fair game. "Harm, I'm so sorry," Mac said softly. "Is there anything I can do?" "Not right now. The NCIS people want to ask me some questions." He chuckled bitterly. "At least this time they don't think I did it. I hope." He turned as one of the investigators tapped his shoulder. "I've got to go now. I'll call you when I'm allowed to leave this place." Harm flipped his phone shut and turned to the agent. The interview didn't take very long; he didn't have much to add to what they already knew. He came in, saw her dangling from the rope, and tried to resuscitate her. And that before today, he couldn't have told them what her name was. What he didn't get were answers - why did she kill herself? He may not have known her by name, but she had seemed like a basically happy person any time he had talked to her. Harm finished giving his statement and was walking out of the bullpen, trying to figure out how he was going to be able to work the rest of the day. He was just in time to see the medical examiners zipping the body bag shut, reminding him that he wasn't able to revive her. General Cresswell came in, to give his own statement to the investigators, and stopped him with a hand on his arm. "Harm," he knew it was bad if the General was calling him by his first name, "take the rest of the day off. Clear your mind." "Thank you, sir." He nodded his appreciation and left the bullpen. Mac and Bud were waiting by the door. He was so overloaded he didn't hear what was being said, but knew they were expressing their sympathy and concern for him. He briefly told them the General had given him the rest of the day off and then was on the elevator and out of the building. Monday Night You killed me. Harm woke up sweating. The voice had been Petty Officer Simpson's and it rang in his head, as her face danced in front of his eyes when he closed them. All afternoon and evening, after he
got to his apartment, Harm had replayed the scene in his mind. Maybe he
should have come to work earlier. He had been planning to, but hit the
snooze button on the alarm a few extra times. If he hadn't, maybe she
would still be alive. He thought about calling Mac to talk to her, but realized she was probably asleep. It was almost midnight. He should be asleep, too, but the adrenaline from his dream wouldn't let him.
He went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of Jameson's. Pouring a tumbler, he downed it in a single gulp. He hated to use alcohol as a crutch, but he knew it would let him sleep. He took the bottle back with him to the bedroom, to ward against any more awakenings that night.
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