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Adult ++
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12
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5,295
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FTG 12
“Yes sir, but I think they deserve it. We deserve it.”
“Yeah, I have to agree with you there. I want you to get together as many of the wedding party as you can. I want to have a meeting before Harm and Mac get to work on Friday.”
“Right, I’m assuming all the save the date announcements will be just about delivered by then.”
JAG H.Q.
Falls Church, VA.
7:00 am.
“All right, I’m sorry for calling all of you in so early but here’s the lay of the land. We need to stop any scuttlebutt about Harm and Mac’s wedding. It’s supposed to be a surprise. If I find out someone has leaked it to them there will be serious consequences. Now, Lieutenant Roberts has some things to tell you.”
Harriet stands, “Now that the Admiral has cleared the air… What he says is true, as you all know they are going to have a Disney Fairy Tale Wedding. Harm’s step-dad Frank has graciously arranged for us to have transportation to Orlando. The Disney people will pick us up from the airport. And I would pack for warm weather. We know this is still several months away, but we have to nip this in the fantail before they find out. Mac’s patience is wearing thin and wants to know where it is. I am doing my best to put them both off. Maybe if we can keep them busy they won’t think about it as often. Oh those that couldn’t be told I will call later. Anyway, thank you all.”
“Let’s get to work people, dismissed.”
Harm and Mac walk into the bullpen and it is like a dead zone. No one is around. They almost decide to go looking when people began to file out of the meeting room and into their places.
“Well that was strange, Mac. I wonder what’s going on.”
“I wonder if we missed a meeting?”
“I’m going to do some recon and meet you in the break room for coffee,” Harmlowslows Sturgis to his office…
“Sturgis, what’s going on? Did we miss a meeting?”
“No, it wasn’t anything important.”
“Oh come on. You can tell me… Was it about the wedding? Has the office been planning our going away parties? Does the Admiral have cancer?”
“No, yes, no, and NO, Harm.”
“Ah-ha. We’re getting somewhere…”
“Harm I don’t have time for this. Can we talk this weekend?”
“Sure. Oh by the way, I want you to be a groomsman.”
“I’mre Hre Harm.”
Mac follows Bud to his office…
“Bud, what is going on?”
“I can’t say Ma’am.”
“Why not? Is it something bad?”
“No actually.”
“Ok something good?”
“Yes.”
“Is the staff planning something?”
“No.
“If you tell me, I can make sure Harm will take you flying this weekend…”
“Ma’am, I can’t tell you because we’ve been ordered not to say anything, and I sooo don’t want to tick the Admiral off.”
“But Bud, that’s an unlawful order. He can’t do that.”
“You want to face him? I sure as hell don’t want to serve in Antarctica with my bad leg.”
“Ok Bud. I’ll leave it alone,” Mac leaves his office and heads to the break room for coffee. Harm is pouring her cup.
“So what of our recon?”
“Well I found out from Bud that the Admiral has ordered no one to tell us about what happened this morning.”
“Sturgis said it isn’t cancer and it was about the wedding. They weren’t planning our stag and hen nights.”
“Hmmm.”
MacKenzie-Rabb Apartment.
2909 P St NW, Washington. D.C.
Friday, July 4, 2003.
8:00 pm.
“Stars, stripes and you forever Mac,” Harm says as he holds Mac from behind while they watch fireworks from their rooftop.
He kisses the back of her neck and looks up as another big bang goes off. Their Fourth of July party at their place had been a hit. The others were sitting in their chairs around the pool. Little A.J. lied to scream every time a big one went off until Harriet finally calmed him down. He got a little sunburned playing in the pool all day, but he had fun. The Harm manned the grill; Bud had hooked up the karaoke. Harm had asked Bud to be his groomsman. He called Keeter to ask him after. Mac asked Meredith as they served up dessert.
“What if we don’t plan a honeymoon, Harm?”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh I mean just going by the seat of our sixes. I mean it’s been fun not having to plan anything for a while. I mean usually when we plan something a disaster happens. Let’s just go with the flow.”
“Well, I suppose it’s ok with me. As long as we have one, I want to give you a wedding night you’ll never forget.”
“Me too, Harm. I love you.”
“I love you too, Sarah,” Harm says as he turns Mac in his arms to kiss her.
They begin to passionately kiss, completely ignoring their company.
“Looks like the fireworks is better back here,” says Sturgis as he gets up to head to the head.
Immediately, everyone t to to see them kissing. Harm and Mac break up and then both stick their tongues out.
JAG H.Q.
Falls Church, VA.
Thursday, September 18th, 2003.
12:00 pm.
Harriet, Mac, and Harm are out having lunch in the frontcourt.
“What have you decided about the cake,” asks Harriet.
“White, Chocolate,” Harm and Mac say in unison.
“How about yellow?”
“How about all 3,” asks Bud grabbing a seat.
“Now there’s an idea,” says Harm, “Have a cake with white, yellow, and chocolate as the bottom layer?”
“With white frosting, navy blue flowers with marine green leaves and different colored roses with green leaves,” says Mac.
“That sounds great, how many tiers and did you want a topper?”
“Hmm. I think 4 should do it,” Mac thinks.
“Why 4,” asks Harm.
“You take the first tier off and save it for the first anniversary.”
“Oh. Have we even discussed music,” Harm queries.
“Well, the place is throwing in a swing band and a jazz group will play at the cocktail reception before the sit down dinner.”
“What? Wow. Oh Harm, I don’t know. I suppose we could pick a few favorite songs and send them to you,” says Mac.
“Ok. I have to get these plans for the cake to the planner.”
Fortunately, Tabby was attending to the wedding planning details via telephone, e-mail, faxes, and mail because they were trying to keep Harm and Mac from finding out, and it seemed easier to keep them in the dark that way.
MacKenzie-Rabb Apartment.
2909 P St NW, Washington. D.C.
5:00pm.
Harm and Mac were listening to each other’s own music coming up with a list of songs that neither knew about. Then Harm went out to the store. Mac calls Harriet and gives her the songs on her list. When Harm returns, Mac puts the food away, Harm sneaks off to the bedroom and calls Harriet to give her his portion. Harriet notices a few of the similarities and crosses a few out. The phone rings, just as Harm stands from the bed.
“Rabb, it’s Tom Boone.”
“Yes Admiral, what can I do for you?”
“Harm, it’s Tom. Listen, I just wanted to let you know that I’m coming to the wedding with a guest. I wanted to also congratulate you and Mac. Mac more so for beating your six. If you ask me to repeat that I’ll deny it. Harriet told me before you ask how I know.”
“Yeah and won’t admit she beat me.”
“Well, I’ll be seeing you in a few months then. Oh have you registered at a gift registry?”
“Oh, not yet. Maybe next weekend.”
“Ok. Well, I’ll let you go Harm. Vannessah is making rotisserie style chicken.”
“Night Tom.”
“Hey Mac, guess what else we forgot,” Harm asks coming from the bedroom.
“What Harm,” she asks while cutting up carrots for a salad.
“The gift registry. That was Rear Admiral Boone. He’s coming to the wedding with a guest. I guess her name’s Vanessa. Anyway he asked if we had registered with a gift registry. I said maybe next weekend.”
“Well Harm, do we need a registry? We’ve got plenty in storage and we have practically all we need here.”
“Should we just have them get fun stuff instead of practical and functional?”
“I’d say have them get baby things, but it’s too soon.”
“Why? Don’t you want to start a family right away?”
“No Harm. I want to grow together as husband and wife before we want to have children.”
“So you don’t want children,” Harm asks a little upset.
“Harm, that’s not what I said. Don’t twist my words.”
“But I thought we both wanted children right away. I mean Mac, we’re not getting any younger.”
“I know that Harm, it’s just…” Mac says, her voice cracking a little.
“Then what is it Mac? Huh, tell me,” Harm says pushing a little harder.
“I can’t… I can’t say,” Mac says before running off to the bathroom to breath and clean up her face.
“She can’t what? Can’t have…” Harm thinks, “What if we waited too long? What if there is something wrong with her? I know I checked out fine.”
Harm takes a couple deep breaths. Then he heads for their bathroom. He gently knocks on the door.
“Mac,” no response, “Mac, it’s me. Open up.”
“I need to be alone.”
“Come on, open up so we can talk. What did you mean by, you couldn’t?”
“Don’t push Harm.”
Ok, another plan of action…
“All right then, at least come out so that I can use the head?”
“We have another bathroom Harm.”
“Too far. I’m doing the we-we dance here Mac,” Harm says faking his voice.
Mac opens the door three seconds later to Harm leaning against the frame.
“You liar.”
“I’m sorry I pushed. Is there something you’d like to tell me?”
“I can’t.”
“Can’t what?”
“Tell you. I’m not ready to talk.”
“Ok, but when you are please come to me. Right now I really do have to go use the head.”
“Fine,” Mac goes into the kitchen and finishes fixing dinner. She needed the time to grow as a couple and figure out their lives before creating a new life. She also wanted the time to get her body ready.
Roberts’ Residence.
Somewhere in Washington, D.C.
6:45 pm.
Harriet is on the phone with her father about another major surprise for Harm and Mac, just in case somehow they happened to find out about the Disney wedding plans.
“But Daddy, this would be such a nice treat and I want it to be a wedding gift from my family. I know you have connections… Can you really? That would be great. Talk to you soon. Bye.”
Pleased with herself she went to go serve up dessert, whistling, ‘When you wish upon a star.’
JAG H.Q.
Falls Church, VA.
Friday, September 19th, 2003.
7:30 am.
Harriet is on the phone with Agent March about putting together a video for Harm and Mac to show at the stag and hens nights.
“Well, we’re going to need as much footage that the CIA can get to do this. Thanks to a few friends we’ve nabbed some pictures,” says Harriet.
“I can have them done… By when?”
“Oh I’d say April 8th. So that should be plenty of time. I’m sure Bud can provide some of the footage we got at Disneyland.”
“That would be great. Of course we’ll make sure that there is nothing classified or threatening in there. Got to make Webb feel important somehow.”
“Right,” Harriet laughs.
MacKenzie-Rabb Apartment.
2909 P St NW, Washington. D.C.
5:04 pm.
Harm goes into the bedroom to call his parents while Mac begins to make dinner. Before Harm turns on the phone to dial, the phone rings.
“I know what you’re trying to do Mr. Rabb, but I just can’t go to the wedding. I’m sure you’ll let Mac down easy,” a woman’s voice says.
“Is this Deanne MacKenzie?”
“Yes. I’m sorry I can’t come to the wedding.”
“Why not? The mother of the bride should be there to give her away.”
“I can’t face her again after she was here last. Just make my daughter happy and that will make me happy. She deserves the best.”
“She deserves to have you there. I want to make her happy by having you there to celebrate with us.”
“Like I said. I know you are good for her. I have spoken to my brother. He’ll be stepping in for me. I just can’t be there and I really don’t know if she really wants me there.”
“Yeah, I have to agree with you there. I want you to get together as many of the wedding party as you can. I want to have a meeting before Harm and Mac get to work on Friday.”
“Right, I’m assuming all the save the date announcements will be just about delivered by then.”
JAG H.Q.
Falls Church, VA.
7:00 am.
“All right, I’m sorry for calling all of you in so early but here’s the lay of the land. We need to stop any scuttlebutt about Harm and Mac’s wedding. It’s supposed to be a surprise. If I find out someone has leaked it to them there will be serious consequences. Now, Lieutenant Roberts has some things to tell you.”
Harriet stands, “Now that the Admiral has cleared the air… What he says is true, as you all know they are going to have a Disney Fairy Tale Wedding. Harm’s step-dad Frank has graciously arranged for us to have transportation to Orlando. The Disney people will pick us up from the airport. And I would pack for warm weather. We know this is still several months away, but we have to nip this in the fantail before they find out. Mac’s patience is wearing thin and wants to know where it is. I am doing my best to put them both off. Maybe if we can keep them busy they won’t think about it as often. Oh those that couldn’t be told I will call later. Anyway, thank you all.”
“Let’s get to work people, dismissed.”
Harm and Mac walk into the bullpen and it is like a dead zone. No one is around. They almost decide to go looking when people began to file out of the meeting room and into their places.
“Well that was strange, Mac. I wonder what’s going on.”
“I wonder if we missed a meeting?”
“I’m going to do some recon and meet you in the break room for coffee,” Harmlowslows Sturgis to his office…
“Sturgis, what’s going on? Did we miss a meeting?”
“No, it wasn’t anything important.”
“Oh come on. You can tell me… Was it about the wedding? Has the office been planning our going away parties? Does the Admiral have cancer?”
“No, yes, no, and NO, Harm.”
“Ah-ha. We’re getting somewhere…”
“Harm I don’t have time for this. Can we talk this weekend?”
“Sure. Oh by the way, I want you to be a groomsman.”
“I’mre Hre Harm.”
Mac follows Bud to his office…
“Bud, what is going on?”
“I can’t say Ma’am.”
“Why not? Is it something bad?”
“No actually.”
“Ok something good?”
“Yes.”
“Is the staff planning something?”
“No.
“If you tell me, I can make sure Harm will take you flying this weekend…”
“Ma’am, I can’t tell you because we’ve been ordered not to say anything, and I sooo don’t want to tick the Admiral off.”
“But Bud, that’s an unlawful order. He can’t do that.”
“You want to face him? I sure as hell don’t want to serve in Antarctica with my bad leg.”
“Ok Bud. I’ll leave it alone,” Mac leaves his office and heads to the break room for coffee. Harm is pouring her cup.
“So what of our recon?”
“Well I found out from Bud that the Admiral has ordered no one to tell us about what happened this morning.”
“Sturgis said it isn’t cancer and it was about the wedding. They weren’t planning our stag and hen nights.”
“Hmmm.”
MacKenzie-Rabb Apartment.
2909 P St NW, Washington. D.C.
Friday, July 4, 2003.
8:00 pm.
“Stars, stripes and you forever Mac,” Harm says as he holds Mac from behind while they watch fireworks from their rooftop.
He kisses the back of her neck and looks up as another big bang goes off. Their Fourth of July party at their place had been a hit. The others were sitting in their chairs around the pool. Little A.J. lied to scream every time a big one went off until Harriet finally calmed him down. He got a little sunburned playing in the pool all day, but he had fun. The Harm manned the grill; Bud had hooked up the karaoke. Harm had asked Bud to be his groomsman. He called Keeter to ask him after. Mac asked Meredith as they served up dessert.
“What if we don’t plan a honeymoon, Harm?”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh I mean just going by the seat of our sixes. I mean it’s been fun not having to plan anything for a while. I mean usually when we plan something a disaster happens. Let’s just go with the flow.”
“Well, I suppose it’s ok with me. As long as we have one, I want to give you a wedding night you’ll never forget.”
“Me too, Harm. I love you.”
“I love you too, Sarah,” Harm says as he turns Mac in his arms to kiss her.
They begin to passionately kiss, completely ignoring their company.
“Looks like the fireworks is better back here,” says Sturgis as he gets up to head to the head.
Immediately, everyone t to to see them kissing. Harm and Mac break up and then both stick their tongues out.
JAG H.Q.
Falls Church, VA.
Thursday, September 18th, 2003.
12:00 pm.
Harriet, Mac, and Harm are out having lunch in the frontcourt.
“What have you decided about the cake,” asks Harriet.
“White, Chocolate,” Harm and Mac say in unison.
“How about yellow?”
“How about all 3,” asks Bud grabbing a seat.
“Now there’s an idea,” says Harm, “Have a cake with white, yellow, and chocolate as the bottom layer?”
“With white frosting, navy blue flowers with marine green leaves and different colored roses with green leaves,” says Mac.
“That sounds great, how many tiers and did you want a topper?”
“Hmm. I think 4 should do it,” Mac thinks.
“Why 4,” asks Harm.
“You take the first tier off and save it for the first anniversary.”
“Oh. Have we even discussed music,” Harm queries.
“Well, the place is throwing in a swing band and a jazz group will play at the cocktail reception before the sit down dinner.”
“What? Wow. Oh Harm, I don’t know. I suppose we could pick a few favorite songs and send them to you,” says Mac.
“Ok. I have to get these plans for the cake to the planner.”
Fortunately, Tabby was attending to the wedding planning details via telephone, e-mail, faxes, and mail because they were trying to keep Harm and Mac from finding out, and it seemed easier to keep them in the dark that way.
MacKenzie-Rabb Apartment.
2909 P St NW, Washington. D.C.
5:00pm.
Harm and Mac were listening to each other’s own music coming up with a list of songs that neither knew about. Then Harm went out to the store. Mac calls Harriet and gives her the songs on her list. When Harm returns, Mac puts the food away, Harm sneaks off to the bedroom and calls Harriet to give her his portion. Harriet notices a few of the similarities and crosses a few out. The phone rings, just as Harm stands from the bed.
“Rabb, it’s Tom Boone.”
“Yes Admiral, what can I do for you?”
“Harm, it’s Tom. Listen, I just wanted to let you know that I’m coming to the wedding with a guest. I wanted to also congratulate you and Mac. Mac more so for beating your six. If you ask me to repeat that I’ll deny it. Harriet told me before you ask how I know.”
“Yeah and won’t admit she beat me.”
“Well, I’ll be seeing you in a few months then. Oh have you registered at a gift registry?”
“Oh, not yet. Maybe next weekend.”
“Ok. Well, I’ll let you go Harm. Vannessah is making rotisserie style chicken.”
“Night Tom.”
“Hey Mac, guess what else we forgot,” Harm asks coming from the bedroom.
“What Harm,” she asks while cutting up carrots for a salad.
“The gift registry. That was Rear Admiral Boone. He’s coming to the wedding with a guest. I guess her name’s Vanessa. Anyway he asked if we had registered with a gift registry. I said maybe next weekend.”
“Well Harm, do we need a registry? We’ve got plenty in storage and we have practically all we need here.”
“Should we just have them get fun stuff instead of practical and functional?”
“I’d say have them get baby things, but it’s too soon.”
“Why? Don’t you want to start a family right away?”
“No Harm. I want to grow together as husband and wife before we want to have children.”
“So you don’t want children,” Harm asks a little upset.
“Harm, that’s not what I said. Don’t twist my words.”
“But I thought we both wanted children right away. I mean Mac, we’re not getting any younger.”
“I know that Harm, it’s just…” Mac says, her voice cracking a little.
“Then what is it Mac? Huh, tell me,” Harm says pushing a little harder.
“I can’t… I can’t say,” Mac says before running off to the bathroom to breath and clean up her face.
“She can’t what? Can’t have…” Harm thinks, “What if we waited too long? What if there is something wrong with her? I know I checked out fine.”
Harm takes a couple deep breaths. Then he heads for their bathroom. He gently knocks on the door.
“Mac,” no response, “Mac, it’s me. Open up.”
“I need to be alone.”
“Come on, open up so we can talk. What did you mean by, you couldn’t?”
“Don’t push Harm.”
Ok, another plan of action…
“All right then, at least come out so that I can use the head?”
“We have another bathroom Harm.”
“Too far. I’m doing the we-we dance here Mac,” Harm says faking his voice.
Mac opens the door three seconds later to Harm leaning against the frame.
“You liar.”
“I’m sorry I pushed. Is there something you’d like to tell me?”
“I can’t.”
“Can’t what?”
“Tell you. I’m not ready to talk.”
“Ok, but when you are please come to me. Right now I really do have to go use the head.”
“Fine,” Mac goes into the kitchen and finishes fixing dinner. She needed the time to grow as a couple and figure out their lives before creating a new life. She also wanted the time to get her body ready.
Roberts’ Residence.
Somewhere in Washington, D.C.
6:45 pm.
Harriet is on the phone with her father about another major surprise for Harm and Mac, just in case somehow they happened to find out about the Disney wedding plans.
“But Daddy, this would be such a nice treat and I want it to be a wedding gift from my family. I know you have connections… Can you really? That would be great. Talk to you soon. Bye.”
Pleased with herself she went to go serve up dessert, whistling, ‘When you wish upon a star.’
JAG H.Q.
Falls Church, VA.
Friday, September 19th, 2003.
7:30 am.
Harriet is on the phone with Agent March about putting together a video for Harm and Mac to show at the stag and hens nights.
“Well, we’re going to need as much footage that the CIA can get to do this. Thanks to a few friends we’ve nabbed some pictures,” says Harriet.
“I can have them done… By when?”
“Oh I’d say April 8th. So that should be plenty of time. I’m sure Bud can provide some of the footage we got at Disneyland.”
“That would be great. Of course we’ll make sure that there is nothing classified or threatening in there. Got to make Webb feel important somehow.”
“Right,” Harriet laughs.
MacKenzie-Rabb Apartment.
2909 P St NW, Washington. D.C.
5:04 pm.
Harm goes into the bedroom to call his parents while Mac begins to make dinner. Before Harm turns on the phone to dial, the phone rings.
“I know what you’re trying to do Mr. Rabb, but I just can’t go to the wedding. I’m sure you’ll let Mac down easy,” a woman’s voice says.
“Is this Deanne MacKenzie?”
“Yes. I’m sorry I can’t come to the wedding.”
“Why not? The mother of the bride should be there to give her away.”
“I can’t face her again after she was here last. Just make my daughter happy and that will make me happy. She deserves the best.”
“She deserves to have you there. I want to make her happy by having you there to celebrate with us.”
“Like I said. I know you are good for her. I have spoken to my brother. He’ll be stepping in for me. I just can’t be there and I really don’t know if she really wants me there.”