Author: Rising Sun
E-mail: jag@lucianstuff.every1.net
URL: http://www.geocities.com/jagrslc
Rated: PG
Classification: Agnst
Summary: Until Jingo is found there’ll be no Christmas at
the Rabb house this year!
Disclaimer: JAG characters portrayed belong to JAG, CBS and Paramount Television. No copyright infringement intended. All other characters depicted are purely fictional and any similarities to actual people are purely coincidental.
Performing in this saga:
The Christmas Song (Merry Christmas to you) is sung by "Nat King Cole"
Feedback: Would be nice.
Story Written October 2001
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Tiny tots with their eyes
all aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight.
They know that Santa's on his way -
He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh
And ev'rymother's child is gonna spy
To see if reindeer really know how to fly.
DECEMBER 25, 2014
0211 LOCAL
RABB RESIDENCE
The silence that descends upon a household as it sleeps peacefully was shattered by an anguished scream.
Mac and Harm had an instant and instinctive reaction born out of years of military training and instinctive response from being parents. They fell out of bed and hit the floor running, following the sound from hell.
“It’s Cathy” Mac said as she took the stairs by twos.
Harm was grim as he slid down the banister. The stairs were too slow to get him to his daughter. They rounded the corner and entered the living room. There under the massive Christmas tree were the four Rabb children. Cathy was bawling like a banshee, while the twins clung to each other as they alternately cried and comforted each other and David watched his siblings through his own tears.
“What happened!?” Mac ran to her eldest. David continued to cry, mute.
“Cathy?” Harm stooped next to his only daughter “…tell daddy what happened why are you all down here?”
“We wanted to see Santa!” She screeched.
“… and he stole Jingo!” The twins finished in a wail.
Mac looked at Harm stunned. A quick look around confirmed the claim. The four-month-old German Shepard was indeed missing. There was no way that any one member of the family would be up and about and the pup would not be in attendance… they should have called him Shadow instead of honoring her dead mutt Jingo.
Mac stood from her crouching position near David and felt her heart drop.
Trish had given the dog to the children when it was five weeks old and in that short space of time the dog had wormed it’s way into everyone’s heart. She felt as if one of her children had been lost. She closed her eyes to keep her warring emotions under control and felt the tears roll down her cheeks. The Marine in her struggled for control, she focused on what she had to say “Harm … call the police.” It had taken all her self-will to keep her voice steady for she wanted to do was join Cathy in the howling.
Harm gave a grim nod and headed for the kitchen away from the tempest raging under the tree.
Mac had resigned herself through her trickle of tears that were threatening to become a flood, never to see that dog again. Her request for Harm to call the Police was more as a comfort as she realized the difficulty of actually finding Jingo.
When he returned the uproar had calmed down. Mac was on the sofa with Cathy in her lap, David at her feet and James and Elliott on either side of her. He handed her a box of tissue and gathered David off her. She turned to James and cleaned up his tear stained face. “Blow!” She commanded. He did as instructed. He watched as his mother then turned to his twin, Elliott and repeated the process.
Finally they nodded off to sleep.
Harm indicated to Mac to join him in the kitchen. She was worn out. “Harm why? How?” she couldn’t complete the questions.
“The Police have little hope of getting him back. As to the why? I figure money. Jingo is a pure breed and worth much. How? Through there.” He pointed to the dog flap in the kitchen door. “He had to have been lured out through there.”
Her elbows on the kitchen counter, Mac covered her face with her hands and sobbed. Harm handed her a tissue. She gave him a rueful smile and dried her tears as she said, “I hope he gets as loving a family as us.” Her voice trembled and she broke down again.
Harm was never comfortable when his tower of strength showed her vulnerable side. He had seen Mac shed tears and when HR had died he had not been there to help her grieve. This side of his wife was a revelation!
As the adrenaline rush began to ebb it finally registered on their mode of dress. As usual they shared his pajamas he had the bottom and she the top. “It getting nippy. I’ll go get our robes.”
“…and our slippers.” She added.
“Sure.”
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DECEMBER 25, 2014
0316 LOCAL
RABB RESIDENCE
The Rabb adults sat drinking coffee and wondering at how the Christmas would be salvaged. This day had to be a new low in life. There was a tap on the door.
“Who the hell could that be!” Harm growled as he moved to open the door.
“Yes?”
“May I come in?”
Harm stepped aside to allow the policeman and his partner to enter. In his arms was a German Shepard pup.
Mac stared. “Jingo?”
The dog didn’t reply. In fact it looked a mess, its fur was ruffled and dull and it was foaming at the mouth. The Officer placed the dog on the kitchen floor – it trembled. “Mr. Rabb … I’m Officer Clarke my partner Officer Harris. We had a call regarding your dog and we came across this perp with a dog. We approached him – he dropped the dog and took off. We wondered if you belong to this mutt.”
Mac moved to the floor opposite the pup. “Jingo?” he raised his brown eyes to her. She stroked him and felt his heart bound with fear. “Oh Jingo.” She wailed and hugged the dog despite its state. She wiped his mouth.
“I take that as yes.” Harris whispered.
“Yes.” Harm breathed.
Jingo finally gave a slight move of his tail in recognition. Mac chuckled with pure pleasure as the dog pushed his nose under her robe and up her legs. Having confirmed her scent to his content he emerged and threw himself at her, his tail wagging with a vengeance. Mac was in heaven.
“We’ll take our leave now.” Officer Clarke said.
“Thank you so much!” Mac called gleefully.
Harm let the officers out and held out his hand to Mac. “Let’s go get the kids.”
With Jingo secured in her arms she leaned over Cathy. Jingo sniffed the little girl then licked her face. “Jingo stop it.” She giggled, and then realized what she had said. “JINGO!” she screamed and woke her brothers. “Jingo!” she repeated.
The four children gathered round their mother. Mac put the pup down and it instantly disappeared under the pile of arms, legs and shrieks of delight.
Harm gently pulled Mac out of the way. The reunion of the dog and the children was not a safe place for a Marine – Colonel or not.
“Merry Christmas.” Harm said.
“Amen to that.” She sighed “Merry Christmas.” She kissed him.
“Woof!” Jingo endorsed.
THE END