Title: Broken Dreams 

Author: Cindy Brewer 

email: cindyryan7@yahoo.com 

Disclaimer: I don't own them 

Summary: After Zoey is 'killed' in a car bomb JAG is brought in on the investigation. 

Author's notes: Many thanks to Vicki for her wonderful job at betaing and to Amanda for her help on the Washington and Baltimore details.

"Are you sure she's not there, Admiral?" Rabb asked as he pulled the car into a hard left having missed one of Webb's earlier instructions.

"Commander," Chedwiggen began as he stood and turned to look out the window behind his desk, "I like to think I know where all my officers are when they're on duty. And as I said before Colonel Mackenzie isn't here. Last time I saw her was at the briefing this morning."

Harm tried to keep his emotions in check. He knew Mac could handle herself under any situation. But this was different, she hadn't had any backup and Koening was crazy.

"Has she checked in since she met with Seaborn?" Harm asked as he maneuvered the car through the light afternoon traffic on Water Street.

The hair on the back of the Admiral's neck started to rise and he turned away from the window. "Commander, is there something going on that I should be aware of? Did Mac run into trouble with the Secret Service agent?"

"We don't know, Sir," Harm replied as he glanced at Webb who motioned for him to pull the car over to the right side of the street. "Webb can't reach either Mac or Seaborn."

"I'll call the White House and see if they've heard from Seaborn," Chedwiggen stated as he hit the intercom to gain Tiner's attention. "If they haven't I'll send backup over to Koening's. You two keep in touch and watch your backs."

"Always do, Admiral," Rabb replied grimly as he ended the conversation and threw the car into park.

"This is it," Clayton said quietly as he folded the map and put it in the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

Harm glanced out the window at the small gray painted warehouse across the street. It was practically falling apart; paint peeling, parts of window panes missing, graffiti all over the doors.

"You're sure?" Rabb asked as he looked back at the operative.

Clayton nodded and pointed to a barely visible telecommunications antenna on the left corner of the roof.

"Call the FBI and the Baltimore police," Rabb ordered quietly as he looked over the warehouse once more. "But tell them just enough to keep them on stand by. I don't want Koening spooked."

Webb nodded as he picked up the cellular phone. "Then we storm the castle?"

"Something like that," Harm replied grimly as he double-checked his ammunition.


"There's got to be a way out of here," Sam stated firmly as he tried the door handle for the fifteenth time.

"Don't you think I tried that a million times, Sam? The only way out of this room is when they let us out," Zoey replied as she gently wiped blood away from Sarah's forehead.

Seaborn gave the door a final kick of frustration before turning and walking back to Zoey. "She should be in a hospital," Sam said with concern as he knelt next to Sarah's still form.

Zoey glanced at her friend for the first time wondering if Sam and Sarah were more than friends. "It looks worse than it is, Sam," she assured him quietly. "She should be just fine."


"Hey Boss," a brown haired man in his mid-twenties called as he turned away from the window of what used to be the warehouse's office and moved farther into the room. "We might have trouble. A sedan with D.C. plates sat across the street for a few minutes then drove down by the pier and turned around."

Koening smirked as he stood and reached over to turn off the small television set. "I was wondering when the cavalry would arrive. Tell the others to prepare for phase three."

The youth nodded. "Yes, Sir," he replied with a wide smile before turning and scurrying down a small hallway.


Josh Lyman glanced up as Toby knocked on his open office door. "What's up?"

Toby came into the room and leaned against the doorframe. "Have you seen Sam?"

Josh set down the file he was working on. "Not since this morning. Why?"

"Got a call from JAG," Toby replied quietly."They were wondering if we had seen him."

Josh frowned. "Do they think he's in trouble?"

Toby shook his head. "They didn't give me too many details. But something's going on that's for sure."

Lyman nodded seeing the helplessness he was feeling mirrored on Ziegler's face. Their friend could be in serious trouble and they couldn't do a damn thing about it.

The communication's director cleared his throat as he pushed himself away from the doorframe. "Oh, the President's going to give a press conference in half an hour."

Josh blinked in surprise. "On what?"

"Saying that this administration will not rest until the people responsible for the bombing are caught and prosecuted," Toby replied wearily as he paused in the doorway.

Josh stood behind his desk resting his hands on its edge. "Toby, he's in no shape to do that."

"I know," Ziegler replied quietly as he left. "But the country needs to be reassured. Stay close, CJ might need your help."

"Okay," Josh replied softly as he sat back down, wondering not for the first time that week what the world was coming to.


end of part 15 TBC





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