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Obsessed 3: The Forgotten By: slick1969
Summary: Three days have gone by since Petty Officer Simpson killed herself. Why does it seem like Harm is the only who remembers she ever worked at JAG? Rating: IM15 Disclaimer: See Part 1. Spoilers: Anything through Season 10 is fair game.
Thursday Morning JAG Headquarters Harm stalked into his office, hoping no one would interrupt him on his way in. He was in a foul mood. Not getting much sleep for the last three nights would cause that. He picked up the phone and called NCIS, speaking to the agent in charge of the Simpson case, hoping to find some answers in her death. There wasn't much he could tell him, except that her death was ruled a suicide. "I know that much. I saw her, remember?" Harm tried to keep his temper, but was getting frustrated at the lack of information. "What I want to know is why she would kill herself." He was told that information was still confidential and could not be released to non-family members. "Well, have you checked on her work or home computers, to see if she left any other clues?" Harm demanded. He knew after he said it, that it was the wrong thing to say. "Commander Rabb, I don't tell you how to do your job. Don't attempt to tell me how to do mine. Now, if you don't mind, I have some real crimes to investigate." He hung up on Harm. Harm crumpled up the paper with the agent's number on it and threw it in a wastebasket. Another bridge burned. He was startled by Mac's voice in the doorway. "I'm sorry - I didn't hear what you said, Mac." "I said you looked lost in your thoughts. I was right," she chuckled at him. "I came by to see if you wanted to go out and grab some lunch at Benzinger's. Then we could discuss the Anderson case." "The Anderson case?" Harm was drawing a blank. "Remember? Navy lieutenant, charged with dereliction of duty? You're defending, I'm prosecuting. Opening arguments are Monday, but your client wants a deal." "Uh, yeah, sure. I'll meet you at the elevator in five. Have a couple things to wrap up before I leave." "No problem. See ya at the elevator." As she left his office, Mac didn't miss that Harm picked up the Anderson case file and was quickly reading it. She wondered about his distraction. Maybe I should ask for a continuance based on defense counsel's state of mind, she thought to herself. Much as she liked to win, especially against Harm, she wanted it to be a fair fight. After refreshing his memory on the details of the Anderson case, Harm walked through the bullpen. Since Monday, he had avoided going near Petty Officer Simpson's desk. But today, he noticed some of the other staff at her desk, rifling through her office supplies and arguing over who had dibs on her chair. He quickly detoured towards that area. "May I ask what's going on here?" he said loudly. Everyone in the bullpen froze. "Just, uh, redistributing things, sir." "Her body's barely cold and you're already pilfering through her desk like vultures. Don't you have any respect?" Out in the hallway by the elevator, Mac heard loud voices in the bullpen. It sounded like Harm, so she hurried back in. She stopped at the doorway. "How do you know some of these things aren't her personal belongings? Shouldn't they be given to her parents or family?" Mac interceded before things got any more out of control. "Harm, come with me. Now." She pulled him towards her office. |