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G through L › JAG
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
8,019
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own JAG, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 1
Bubble Bath Fantasies
Spoiler: Season 9 (without “What If” and “Hard Time”, episodes 18 and 19), “Lawyers, Guns and Money” (episode 22, season 8)
Disclaimer: I wish they would, but JAG and all characters especially our all favorites don’t belong to me. They belong to Donald P. Bellisario, Belisarius Productions, CBS und Paramount. Sad, that I wasn’t born as the daughter of DPB…uh, I forgot, I’m not an American citizen either…Damn…*g*
Author's Note:
1.) This is for my dear friends Lina and Coucoune…what would I do without you?
2.) A very big hug and THANK YOU to my two amazing, talented and wonderful betas Carrie (your commands always made me rolling on the floor…*g*) and Lee Ann (your advice and encouragement helped so much) – this story wouldn’t be the same without your help and support!
Dialogues: “”
Character’s thoughts: **
Emphasized words: ‘’
Screams (not always, but usually when somebody screams extremely loud): CAPITALIZED LETTERS
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March 20th 2004, Saturday
1920 Zulu (14:20 hrs EST)
Georgetown Library
3260 R Street NW
Washington, D.C.
Harm walked slowly along the high bookshelves and studied the book titles attentively. After a while, he found what he was looking for and strolled along the rows to the reading room, a stack of books in his arms.
He had to admit that this room looked very inviting: the quietness of the room relaxed the mind, bright sunshine illuminated the room through the big windows and soft armchairs offered a relaxed reading place. Or you could study without being disturbed at the large wooden tables with comfortable chairs. Either way, the surrounding built a pleasant atmosphere as if you were reading at home lying on your couch with a blanket over your legs.
Harm searched the room to find a place where he could read a bit in the books to decide which of them he would check out for closer study.
When his gaze fell on the window reading section, he suddenly stopped. There she was, sitting in one of the armchairs with a small table in front of it. Several strands of her silky, brown hair had loosened from behind her ears and from time to time she tried to put them back again with her fingers. She seemed to be deeply absorbed in her book, because she never glanced up from her book as she quickly turned the pages.
*What is she doing here? I thought she had other plans…* Harm thought, unsure whether he should be angry, because she had lied to him, or happy that he had found her at probably the most unlikely place for a Saturday afternoon. *What did she tell me she would be doing today?*
~~~~~~ Flashback ~~~~~~~~
March 19th 2004, Friday
2215 Zulu (17:15 hrs EST)
JAG HQ
Mac’s office
Falls Church, Virginia
Lt. Colonel Sarah MacKenzie looked up when she heard a light knock on her slightly open office door. She smiled as Harm stepped into her office and took a seat in front of her. Things had been good lately between them. Well…not as good as they used to be before Paraguay and Harm’s trial, but at least since Harm had officially become the guardian of Mattie Grace Johnson they had gotten along and didn’t fight about every little thing. They no longer avoided each other.
*We make tiny steps, but at least we are moving forward…or back…to becoming friends again.* Mac thought to herself.
“Hey, Harm, what’s up?”
“Well, I’m heading home and I wanted to say ‘bye’ before I’m out of here.”
Mac checked her internal clock quickly and realized in slight surprise that it was already past five o’clock.
“You’re right, it’s already late,” she sighed, “I’d better leave the paperwork and go home, too. It’s been a long week.”
“Yeah it has…” he trailed off. Suddenly he shifted uncomfortably in his chair and couldn’t bring himself to look at her.
*How am I going to ask her? When did this become so damned difficult?*
But Mac knew him well enough to know that something was bothering him. They may not be as close as they had been in the past and for sure this time it would require both of them to make an enormous effort to eventually overcome their hurt feelings, forgive each other and start fresh. Nevertheless, being as close to ‘one’ man as she had been with Harm for nearly eight years now, she couldn’t just stop being able to ‘read’ him even though much had happened that had caused them to drift apart from each other. Yet she still could sense when something was going on in her partner’s mind.
Mac silently watched him, attempting to give him time to open up.
After a while of nearly touchable silence, she lost her patience and asked, “What’s on your mind, Squid? C’mon, Harm, you’re talking with good ol’ Mac here.” She tried to lighten the mood, but she failed.
He just looked at her and spoke quietly, “You haven’t called me that in a long time, Mac.”
“I haven’t?”
“No…and well, it’s different, you know. If you were ‘good ol’ Mac’ I wouldn’t be so hesitant to ask you what I want to ask. I would probably know your answer to my question. But things have changed – ‘we’ have changed.”
Now it was her turn to shift nervously in her chair.
She sighed, “Give it a shot, Harm, and then you’ll know my answer.”
And after a while, he gave in. *Oh c’mon, Rabb. Get a grip. She won’t bite you! … What if she does?*
“Okay…you know Mattie’s going to stay at a friend’s house over the weekend and so, how about we go for a run Saturday morning and meet later at my apartment for dinner and a movie?” He held his breath while waiting for her answer.
“To be honest I didn’t know that…” He winced at that comment. “…And I really, really would love to spend some time with you as we once did…”
“I hear a but coming.” Harm let out the breath he was holding.
“Yeah, well, there is.” It broke Mac’s heart to turn him down again, but…she sighed in frustration. They really had lousy timing, she realized. “As much as I would love to, I can’t…you know, Webb…”
Webb! Again this name. Harm had had to know it. Their becoming closer had been too good to be true. He didn’t want to hear how this spy was again able to torpedo Harm’s efforts to stay in contact with Mac outside of the office. But Mac told him anyway.
“Webb has invited me to do a little sailing over the weekend. He asked weeks ago and well, I can’t cancel it.”
*How I wish, you could!*
*How I wish, I could!* thought both simultaneously.
“Well,” Harm stood up and started to walk out of her office, desperately hiding his disappointment, “no problem. Enjoy the weekend and stay safe aboard the ship. I’ve heard of some possible storm warnings.”
“I will…thank you. Have a nice weekend yourself.”
Harm had nearly reached the elevator, when Mac stepped out of her office and called after him. He turned and walked back a few steps to meet her.
“Harm, can I have a rain check? Please!” she asked hopefully.
A glimpse of hope shone in his eyes and he graced her with a tiny version of his striking grin.
“Sure, anytime, Mac. Just call.”
“Thank you and I will. Good night, Harm, and tell Mattie I said ‘hi’.”
“Will do. Bye, Mac. See you on Monday.” With that, he turned again, but took the stairs instead of the elevator…his steps a bit lighter than before.
~~~~~~ End of Flashback ~~~~~~~~
*Well, apparently she’s not with Webb on a goofy yacht. And the seat next to her isn’t occupied yet.*
Harm breathed in deeply and steadied himself for whatever might come. He walked over to her and cleared his throat in an attempt to get her attention.
“May I?” he asked, pointing at the chair next to her.
She didn’t look up, just nodded her head and said, “Sure…”
Well, that didn’t turn out the way he had planned it, but hey, when ‘did’ things ever turn out the way he wanted them to?
So, Harm changed his tactics.
“Well, Colonel, I thought you were out on a luxury yacht, enjoying the comfort while the clear, cold January breeze whirled around your face? What happened?”
TBC
Spoiler: Season 9 (without “What If” and “Hard Time”, episodes 18 and 19), “Lawyers, Guns and Money” (episode 22, season 8)
Disclaimer: I wish they would, but JAG and all characters especially our all favorites don’t belong to me. They belong to Donald P. Bellisario, Belisarius Productions, CBS und Paramount. Sad, that I wasn’t born as the daughter of DPB…uh, I forgot, I’m not an American citizen either…Damn…*g*
Author's Note:
1.) This is for my dear friends Lina and Coucoune…what would I do without you?
2.) A very big hug and THANK YOU to my two amazing, talented and wonderful betas Carrie (your commands always made me rolling on the floor…*g*) and Lee Ann (your advice and encouragement helped so much) – this story wouldn’t be the same without your help and support!
Dialogues: “
Character’s thoughts: *
Emphasized words: ‘
Screams (not always, but usually when somebody screams extremely loud): CAPITALIZED LETTERS
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
March 20th 2004, Saturday
1920 Zulu (14:20 hrs EST)
Georgetown Library
3260 R Street NW
Washington, D.C.
Harm walked slowly along the high bookshelves and studied the book titles attentively. After a while, he found what he was looking for and strolled along the rows to the reading room, a stack of books in his arms.
He had to admit that this room looked very inviting: the quietness of the room relaxed the mind, bright sunshine illuminated the room through the big windows and soft armchairs offered a relaxed reading place. Or you could study without being disturbed at the large wooden tables with comfortable chairs. Either way, the surrounding built a pleasant atmosphere as if you were reading at home lying on your couch with a blanket over your legs.
Harm searched the room to find a place where he could read a bit in the books to decide which of them he would check out for closer study.
When his gaze fell on the window reading section, he suddenly stopped. There she was, sitting in one of the armchairs with a small table in front of it. Several strands of her silky, brown hair had loosened from behind her ears and from time to time she tried to put them back again with her fingers. She seemed to be deeply absorbed in her book, because she never glanced up from her book as she quickly turned the pages.
*What is she doing here? I thought she had other plans…* Harm thought, unsure whether he should be angry, because she had lied to him, or happy that he had found her at probably the most unlikely place for a Saturday afternoon. *What did she tell me she would be doing today?*
~~~~~~ Flashback ~~~~~~~~
March 19th 2004, Friday
2215 Zulu (17:15 hrs EST)
JAG HQ
Mac’s office
Falls Church, Virginia
Lt. Colonel Sarah MacKenzie looked up when she heard a light knock on her slightly open office door. She smiled as Harm stepped into her office and took a seat in front of her. Things had been good lately between them. Well…not as good as they used to be before Paraguay and Harm’s trial, but at least since Harm had officially become the guardian of Mattie Grace Johnson they had gotten along and didn’t fight about every little thing. They no longer avoided each other.
*We make tiny steps, but at least we are moving forward…or back…to becoming friends again.* Mac thought to herself.
“Hey, Harm, what’s up?”
“Well, I’m heading home and I wanted to say ‘bye’ before I’m out of here.”
Mac checked her internal clock quickly and realized in slight surprise that it was already past five o’clock.
“You’re right, it’s already late,” she sighed, “I’d better leave the paperwork and go home, too. It’s been a long week.”
“Yeah it has…” he trailed off. Suddenly he shifted uncomfortably in his chair and couldn’t bring himself to look at her.
*How am I going to ask her? When did this become so damned difficult?*
But Mac knew him well enough to know that something was bothering him. They may not be as close as they had been in the past and for sure this time it would require both of them to make an enormous effort to eventually overcome their hurt feelings, forgive each other and start fresh. Nevertheless, being as close to ‘one’ man as she had been with Harm for nearly eight years now, she couldn’t just stop being able to ‘read’ him even though much had happened that had caused them to drift apart from each other. Yet she still could sense when something was going on in her partner’s mind.
Mac silently watched him, attempting to give him time to open up.
After a while of nearly touchable silence, she lost her patience and asked, “What’s on your mind, Squid? C’mon, Harm, you’re talking with good ol’ Mac here.” She tried to lighten the mood, but she failed.
He just looked at her and spoke quietly, “You haven’t called me that in a long time, Mac.”
“I haven’t?”
“No…and well, it’s different, you know. If you were ‘good ol’ Mac’ I wouldn’t be so hesitant to ask you what I want to ask. I would probably know your answer to my question. But things have changed – ‘we’ have changed.”
Now it was her turn to shift nervously in her chair.
She sighed, “Give it a shot, Harm, and then you’ll know my answer.”
And after a while, he gave in. *Oh c’mon, Rabb. Get a grip. She won’t bite you! … What if she does?*
“Okay…you know Mattie’s going to stay at a friend’s house over the weekend and so, how about we go for a run Saturday morning and meet later at my apartment for dinner and a movie?” He held his breath while waiting for her answer.
“To be honest I didn’t know that…” He winced at that comment. “…And I really, really would love to spend some time with you as we once did…”
“I hear a but coming.” Harm let out the breath he was holding.
“Yeah, well, there is.” It broke Mac’s heart to turn him down again, but…she sighed in frustration. They really had lousy timing, she realized. “As much as I would love to, I can’t…you know, Webb…”
Webb! Again this name. Harm had had to know it. Their becoming closer had been too good to be true. He didn’t want to hear how this spy was again able to torpedo Harm’s efforts to stay in contact with Mac outside of the office. But Mac told him anyway.
“Webb has invited me to do a little sailing over the weekend. He asked weeks ago and well, I can’t cancel it.”
*How I wish, you could!*
*How I wish, I could!* thought both simultaneously.
“Well,” Harm stood up and started to walk out of her office, desperately hiding his disappointment, “no problem. Enjoy the weekend and stay safe aboard the ship. I’ve heard of some possible storm warnings.”
“I will…thank you. Have a nice weekend yourself.”
Harm had nearly reached the elevator, when Mac stepped out of her office and called after him. He turned and walked back a few steps to meet her.
“Harm, can I have a rain check? Please!” she asked hopefully.
A glimpse of hope shone in his eyes and he graced her with a tiny version of his striking grin.
“Sure, anytime, Mac. Just call.”
“Thank you and I will. Good night, Harm, and tell Mattie I said ‘hi’.”
“Will do. Bye, Mac. See you on Monday.” With that, he turned again, but took the stairs instead of the elevator…his steps a bit lighter than before.
~~~~~~ End of Flashback ~~~~~~~~
*Well, apparently she’s not with Webb on a goofy yacht. And the seat next to her isn’t occupied yet.*
Harm breathed in deeply and steadied himself for whatever might come. He walked over to her and cleared his throat in an attempt to get her attention.
“May I?” he asked, pointing at the chair next to her.
She didn’t look up, just nodded her head and said, “Sure…”
Well, that didn’t turn out the way he had planned it, but hey, when ‘did’ things ever turn out the way he wanted them to?
So, Harm changed his tactics.
“Well, Colonel, I thought you were out on a luxury yacht, enjoying the comfort while the clear, cold January breeze whirled around your face? What happened?”
TBC