These following stories will be writing part in the first person where Harm and Mac speak about their past affairs and past in the third person where their stories unfold as they occurred.
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Harm and Mac finished dinner and seeing it was Saturday night, they still had time for a few more stories of their checkered pasts. Harm was next and as Mac put away the leftovers, Harm settled in to tell his next story.
Sarah flopped in the bed beside Harm; "Okay stud, let's hear the next story in the saga of Harmon Rabb Jr."
"Hold on tight, this one starts off slow, but ends up hot and steamy!"
Catherine Gail is a liaison for the CIA and she had an encounter with Harm during the case involving the de-classification of the submarine Angel Shark. They were like water and oil during the proceeding. She was about 5'7", medium build with shapely legs and extremely white skin. Her bright blue eyes were mesmerizing and her hair was a very light blonde and hung down to her collar. It was nicely curled and it was inviting to any man who had enough nerve to reach out and play with it. After the case was resolved, Catherine went back to the CIA and things went back to normal, that is until Clayton Webb and Mac went to Peru on a secret mission.
Unable to contact her in anyway, Harm tracked down Catherine at a nearby restaurant. He acted like he just so happened to run into her and turning he acted surprised to see her.
"Commander Rabb, would you like to join me?"
"You look busy; I wouldn't want to interrupt you!"
She put away her papers; "Come on, join me, it gives me a reason to put an end to my day."
After some small talk he sprung it on her; "I need to know the whereabouts to one of your operatives, Clayton Webb."
"Sorry Commander, but I don't have access to that information."
"Look, just make one call!"
"No!"
"Listen I need to speak with someone inside the loop."
"There is no way into the loop. The loop is closed, that's why it's called a loop."
"You're an insider; you can always make a call."
"You're always seemed to be operating under the peculiar notion that the CIA is your personal information Jack."
"It is when one of my colleagues is playing spook games with an out of control operative."
"Was the colleague awake of the risks at the time?"
"I believe so, look..."
"No you look, anyone who's arrogant enough to think I'm going compromise my security clearance, needs to seriously consider the benefits of self-reflection." Her phones rang; "Excuse me!" She picked up her cell and answered it, after a moment she replies; "I'm leaving now" and she hangs up the phone. She looks upset; "My mother had just be admitted to the hospital."
Harm looked disgusted; ""Wow, I've been blown off before but...!" All of a sudden he notices it wasn't a line; "I'm sorry, is it serious?"
"She's dying, she has heart failure!" She looks in her wallet for a credit card to pay the bill. She is so flustered; she drops all of her cards on the floor. She looks up and blurs out, "Check!"
"Why don't I drive you to the hospital?"
"I'll be fine!"
"No, no, no, I'll drive, we'll take your car and I'll take a cab back, alright? Its settled, we're going, come on!"
Catherine nodded and they hurried from the restaurant. When they arrived Catherine thanked Harm for driving her. He met her brother and the doctor arrived giving them the news that their mother most likely wouldn't make it through the night. She hurried in to see her and Harm was about to leave, but Catherine's brother insisted he join them in his mother's room.
As soon as Harm entered the room, their mother perked up and for some reason thought he was Catherine's boyfriend. "So tell me your name?"
"Ah I'm Harm, Harmon Rabb."
"A navy man at that, what rank are you Harmon Rabb?"
"I'm a commander."
"So tell me Commander Harmon Rabb, do you see a future with my daughter?"
He chuckled; "Ah more than I anticipated!" He looked across at Catherine and smiled.
Their mother turned to Catherine and mouthed; "I just love him!"
They left the room and Catherine wasn't happy; "Why did you come into the room?"
"Your bother insisted!"
"You should have made up an excuse!"
"Oh I see, let me see, gee I can't come in because I night be mistaken for the boyfriend of the woman who doesn't even like me?"
Catherine smiled at that, she grabbed him by the arm; "Come on, let's sit down. About a month ago I told my mother I found someone. It was a fabrication, I gave her specifics and gave her the excuse I wasn't sure it was going to last, and if it did, I'd bring him by."
Harm looked at her with amazement on his face; "Why?"
"Because I sensed she didn't have long and I thought it would bring her closure."
"Is she pressuring you to get married?"
"My brother is divorced, I'm her last hope.
"Maybe you ought to tell her the truth."
She looked at him with those large dark blue eyes. She licked her full bright red lips; "You didn't!"
He took her in before answering. She was wearing a bright red and white printed pull over blouse. It was open at the neck and showed a good amount of cleavage. Over it was a matching black jacket and sensibly length black skirt. Sitting beside him, he liked how the skirt rode up and showed off her slender legs. The jacket did little to hide her enormous breasts; they put Sarah and Harriet's to shame. He took a deep breath and replied; "That's not my call."
"It would be the last ask of my dying mother."
