Sins of the Father

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A/N: Thank you readers, you are awesome! I am on the last leg of this journey and I'm gonna keep trucking till this is done.

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Seven years ago:

"Lieutenant Richardson, a word with you please..."

"Yes ma'am." He nodded and followed the XO into her office. Commander McCrae was a short but powerfully built woman who didn't put up with a lot of bull. He secretly liked that, unlike some of the whiners in his crew.

Commander McCrae walked behind her desk but didn't sit in her chair, "I've been hearing reports of harassment from some of the female crew. Name calling, oggling, being uncooperative... do you deny these allegations?"

"That depends, ma'am, on the accuracy of those statements."

"Let's take a look, shall we..." she picked up a file and flipped through it. "Petty Officer Gladue reports you saying'hurry up, 'bitch' when she arrived late to her post Wednesday night at 1800 hours. Ensign Littman reports that you looked at her 'suggestively and then slapped her butt as she was leaving the Officers Mess Monday morning at 0630. And Lieutenant Commander Chapman has informed me of your general uncooperative behavior with her and any female team members." The Commander looked up from the file and put a hand on her hip, " These complaints, proven or not, are now officially on your file. On another note, your transfer request to the S.S Barracuda has been granted."

"Yes ma'am." He was glad to be transferred to a submarine. No females, no problems. No drama, just follow orders.

"Let me be clear Lieutenant," McCrae warned. "Keep your nose and other body parts clean for the next two weeks of our tour, or I will file charges and ensure you are out of the Navy for good. Got it?"

"Yes ma'am." He said again.

"Good. And Lieutenant, it looks like you need a shave... dismissed".

"Ma'am," He said with a sharp salute. He left the office and headed for the bunks. Commander McCrae had it out for him, he had to be careful. At least she had approved his transfer request. Two more weeks until they docked and then he could transfer to the S.S Barracuda.

He rubbed his chin absently. He did need a shave. He had fifteen minutes before he had to report for duty on the bridge, he could take a quick shave. He picked up his personals and jogged to the head. As he passed the womens showers he heard a funny sound. He stopped and strained to hear. There it was again. Crying. He took a couple steps into the showers, "Hello?" he called, The whimpering continued, he took another step. "Uh, are you ok?" He didn't see anyone, just heard the sound continue. He turned, thinking it would be best to get a female crewmember to assist.

"Lieutenant! What are you doing here?" Commander McCrae seemed to appear out of nowhere. "What did i just tell you?"

"Commander?" Lt. Richardson was genuinely surprised, "It's not what it looks like!"

"I'll let JAG be the judge of that! Consider yourself relieved." McCrae pushed him out of the way, "are you okay?" she called out to the woman in the shower...

Richardson shook away the memories, it was payback time, and he had a plane to catch. His Camaro revved to a higher gear as he snickered at the flashing police lights far, far behind him.

xxx

Midtown Manhattan

"Police!" Elliot called as he banged on the apartment door. "I got a warrant! Open up!" When there was no answer, he kicked it in. He and two other officers did a quick sweep of the apartment, upon finding it empty he motioned for Commander Rabb to enter. "See anything familiar?" he asked.