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Obsessed 9: Identity Crisis By: slick1969
Summary: Harm, Mac and Bud have their bad guy. Or do they? Rating: IM15 (Inappropriate for children under the age of 15. Some references to drugs, sex, bad language, and violence, but not in an overly descriptive manner) Disclaimer: See Part 1. Spoilers: Anything through Season 10 is fair game. Sunday Morning Harm's Apartment "I just don't want this guy weaseling out of this," Harm exclaimed, smacking his hands on the kitchen table, where he sat with Mac and Bud, planning what to do next. After discovering that Petty Officer Simpson's psychiatrist was the one who encouraged her to stop taking her medications, they knew they'd have to move carefully. "He won't," Mac said reassuringly, patting his hand. Bud looked at them oddly but didn't comment. "I think we should get the General involved, Ma'am, Sir." Harm started to say something but Mac squeezed his hand and he shut his mouth and let her speak. "You're right, Bud. General Cresswell may be able to help us." Harm picked up the phone and started dialing. Sunday Afternoon JAG Headquarters "What have you discovered that's so important you had to call me in on a weekend?" the General asked the trio as they sat around the conference room table. Bud quickly outlined all they knew about the petty officer's death and the man behind it. Cresswell leaned back in his chair. "So this Doctor ... Reardon encouraged Petty Office Simpson to stop taking her medication?" Harm replied, "As best as we can determine, sir." "Why would he do that?" Before anyone could answer, the General continued, "He's a doctor, why would he do something that could jeopardize his medical license?" "You're right, sir," Mac interjected. "That's what been bothering me about this." "Maybe we don't know as much about Doctor Reardon as we should," Harm suggested. "Bud, can you dig up any more info on him?" Bud nodded. "I might not be able to get some of it until tomorrow, sir, since today is Sunday." "Anything at all would help," Harm said. "In the meantime," Cresswell, "I would recommend you go home and get some rest. You look like you haven't slept for days, Commander." Harm turned red and Mac looked away. "I'll do that, sir." Outside of JAG Headquarters, Harm opened the passenger door for Mac. "Do I really look that tired?" "Well, Harm, you have to admit we've had a couple late nights. And you weren't sleeping well before that." "It's not about the quantity, but quality." Mac raised an eyebrow at him. "Of sleep, I meant." She smiled. "Just shut up and get in the car, sailor." Monday Morning JAG Headquarters Harm was the first one in the office Monday morning. More accurately, he and Mac arrived together. "You didn't have to come with me, Harm," Mac told him. "It's going to take Bud a little while to get anything for you." "I couldn't stay at home." He was too anxious to hear what Bud came up with. "So you'll be here, annoying the rest of us. Thanks." Mac's grin took the bite out of her teasing, but Harm knew there was some truth to it. The morning went faster than he thought. Sturgis asked for his help on one of his cases, which kept him distracted. He wondered if Mac had gone to Sturgis and got him to do that, but it didn't matter because it helped the time pass. At about 1100 hours, Bud knocked on the door. "Sir?" Harm dropped the file he was looking at. "Yes, Bud?" "I've got something that we should look at. All of us," and Bud meant they needed to include the General and Mac. Harm sprang out of his chair. "Come on then. What are you waiting for?" Bud hurried behind Harm as he rushed towards the General's office, picking up Mac on the way. "So, what do you have, Commander Roberts?" Cresswell asked. "Well, sir, uh ..." Bud hesitated. "Go ahead, we're all here," Cresswell pushed him. "Dr. Reardon isn't." |