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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
8,020
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Chapter 4
Bubble Bath Fantasies
Part 4 of 7
Spoiler: Just a line from “Lawyers, Guns and Money” (episode 22, season 8).
March 29th 2004, Monday
2130 Zulu (16:30 hrs EST)
JAG HQ
Falls Church, Virginia
Nine days later Harm and Mac still hadn’t let that ease and lightness between each other – that had found its way back into their friendship – slip away from them. Nine days after that wonderful movie night at Harm’s apartment, life for each of them had become lighter and easier just because they didn’t fight with each other every time they were in the same room, just because they could laugh at and with each other again, just because they could be themselves again.
A light knock on his doorframe made him look up from the files he was working on, into soft brown eyes, the eyes of his partner and friend. Those eyes he would probably drown in every time he looked at her if he didn’t have the discipline that had been the first thing they’d taught him at the US NaAcadAcademy in Annapolis over twenty years ago.
“Hey, what’s up?“ he asked her to distract himself from his daydreams.
She shifted her position slightly and walked slowly into his office, closing the door after her.
After a moment of just looking at him she said, “Uh, listen I’m going away…”
*Uh oh* – This line wasn’t something he wanted to hear again. This was the line she’d used once before when she’d paid him a visit just before she went off with Webb on that ‘suicide mission’, just before he had asked her not to go. That visit had been the so-called beginning of the end of their friendship then, and he really didn’t want to go to that place again – a place without her in his life.
So his muscles automatically tensed and he prepared himself for the worst.
Mac sensed the change in his body language and mentally slapped herself when she realized which words she had used.
“Oh no, Harm, no. Everything’s all right. I mean I’m still going away, but nn a n a CIA mission and it will be only a week, I think.” She had to smile when she saw him relax immediately at her words. Just hearing the word CIA would always cause a sore spot in his heart to ache.
“Where are you going?” he asked nevertheless.
“To Pearl – there’s been an incident in which a former client of mine was involved and he asked the JAG’s in Hawaii if he could have me as his attorney again. And miraculously someone listened to his wish. The Admiral just informed me. He’s a good kid, Harm, and I don’t believe that he’s guilty. And I’ll do anything to prove that. Bud is going with me, though his first reaction was that he’d rather stay with Harriet, AJ and Jimmy when the Admiral told him that he has to spend a week without his family. Can’t say that I blame him, but when he was told where we were going, I saw a hint of that old Bud. You know, the one he was before he learned how to beat us in court, before he became a husband and father – the childlike Bud.” Mac smiled when she said that.
Harm had to smile at that image, too, and agreed, “Yeah, I know what you mean. He’s gone down a long road to become what he is now. And though it amazes me how well he’s handled all the challenges in his life, I sometimes miss that old Bud. But only sometimes and not that much…”
They smiled, both lost in memories of their early days there at JAG Headquarters.
“Anyway, our flight leaves in an hour and a half and I still have to get back home and pack, so I’m about to leave. I just wanted to say goodbye and give you this…” Mac placed a small envelope on his desk and continued, “Open it when I’m gone and you have to promise me that you’ll do what the letter says, ok? Believe me, Harm, it’s nothing awful, ugly or hurtful – it’s just something nice for you. That I ‘promise’ you!” She emphasized each word of the last sentence.
Harm looked at her intently then nodded slowly before he answered her, “Ok, Mac, I trust you. That’s why I promise I’ll do whatever you said in this letter.”
It surprised him when she literally glowed when she heard his words, a beaming smile, a sign of happiness and gratefulness. Happiness because he gave her a promise and gratefulness because he trusted her enough again to give her said promise.
“Thank you. You won’t regret it!“ With that she turned around and was about to leave his office when he called her back, “Mac, wait.”
She once again faced him, still a smile on her face, and sparkling joy in her eyes.
“Good luck, Marine, and be careful.”
Mac’s smile grew wider. *Oh man, that smile is going to be the death of me one day.* Harm thought, yet happy to learn that something he had said had caused that smile.
“I will, thank you.” She walked to the elevators, leaving his office door open, so he could watch her disappear around the corner.
With a sigh, he looked back at the files in front of him and went back to work.
It wasn’t until he entered his apartment that evening that he remembered Mac’s letter.
March 29th 2004, Monday
0000 Zulu (19:00 hrs EST)
Harm’s apartment
North of Union Station
Washington D.C.
He made himself a vegetarian sandwich and poured some juice into a glass and placed both on the kitchen bar. The letter lay next to his plate and when he took a seat on the barstool, he grabbed it and toyed with it in his hands, still a bit hesitant to open it.
“It’s just something nice for you…that I promise you…” Harm heard her say in his mind.
*Oh, c’mon, Rabb, you aren’t afraid of the contents of a letter, are you?*
With that, he ripped the envelope open and fished out a card.
Harm took a long gulp of juice before he opened the card and read:
“Dear Harm,
Remember that we once – nine days ago to be exact – had a discussion about scents and their effects? And how I told you that one day you should try a scented bath and learn that I was right when I told you how good that would make you feel?
You then replied, that you couldn’t have such an experience because you don’t own a tub. That day I offered you the use of mine when I was out of town.
Well, Harm, I’ll be out of town for at least seven days, so use the key to my apartment I once gave you and do yourself a favor by enjoying a wonderful, relaxing bath in my tub.
Everything you need for such a bath is in my bathroom and you’ll find some instructions on the coffee table. So, don’t chicken out, Commander. You promised me.
And when I’m back from Pearl, we will have that discussion again. ;-)
Hugs, Mac.”
Harm lowered his hands and sat silently for a while, unable to think clearly. Then he straightened again, placed the card back on the bar and walked to his bedroom to grab his guitar.
The sandwich and juice forgotten, he sat down on his couch with the guitar in his lap. His fingers moved softly along the strings, awakening the guitar to life, creating a soft dreamy melody. He needed to think and he always could think better when he played his guitar.
TBC
Part 4 of 7
Spoiler: Just a line from “Lawyers, Guns and Money” (episode 22, season 8).
March 29th 2004, Monday
2130 Zulu (16:30 hrs EST)
JAG HQ
Falls Church, Virginia
Nine days later Harm and Mac still hadn’t let that ease and lightness between each other – that had found its way back into their friendship – slip away from them. Nine days after that wonderful movie night at Harm’s apartment, life for each of them had become lighter and easier just because they didn’t fight with each other every time they were in the same room, just because they could laugh at and with each other again, just because they could be themselves again.
A light knock on his doorframe made him look up from the files he was working on, into soft brown eyes, the eyes of his partner and friend. Those eyes he would probably drown in every time he looked at her if he didn’t have the discipline that had been the first thing they’d taught him at the US NaAcadAcademy in Annapolis over twenty years ago.
“Hey, what’s up?“ he asked her to distract himself from his daydreams.
She shifted her position slightly and walked slowly into his office, closing the door after her.
After a moment of just looking at him she said, “Uh, listen I’m going away…”
*Uh oh* – This line wasn’t something he wanted to hear again. This was the line she’d used once before when she’d paid him a visit just before she went off with Webb on that ‘suicide mission’, just before he had asked her not to go. That visit had been the so-called beginning of the end of their friendship then, and he really didn’t want to go to that place again – a place without her in his life.
So his muscles automatically tensed and he prepared himself for the worst.
Mac sensed the change in his body language and mentally slapped herself when she realized which words she had used.
“Oh no, Harm, no. Everything’s all right. I mean I’m still going away, but nn a n a CIA mission and it will be only a week, I think.” She had to smile when she saw him relax immediately at her words. Just hearing the word CIA would always cause a sore spot in his heart to ache.
“Where are you going?” he asked nevertheless.
“To Pearl – there’s been an incident in which a former client of mine was involved and he asked the JAG’s in Hawaii if he could have me as his attorney again. And miraculously someone listened to his wish. The Admiral just informed me. He’s a good kid, Harm, and I don’t believe that he’s guilty. And I’ll do anything to prove that. Bud is going with me, though his first reaction was that he’d rather stay with Harriet, AJ and Jimmy when the Admiral told him that he has to spend a week without his family. Can’t say that I blame him, but when he was told where we were going, I saw a hint of that old Bud. You know, the one he was before he learned how to beat us in court, before he became a husband and father – the childlike Bud.” Mac smiled when she said that.
Harm had to smile at that image, too, and agreed, “Yeah, I know what you mean. He’s gone down a long road to become what he is now. And though it amazes me how well he’s handled all the challenges in his life, I sometimes miss that old Bud. But only sometimes and not that much…”
They smiled, both lost in memories of their early days there at JAG Headquarters.
“Anyway, our flight leaves in an hour and a half and I still have to get back home and pack, so I’m about to leave. I just wanted to say goodbye and give you this…” Mac placed a small envelope on his desk and continued, “Open it when I’m gone and you have to promise me that you’ll do what the letter says, ok? Believe me, Harm, it’s nothing awful, ugly or hurtful – it’s just something nice for you. That I ‘promise’ you!” She emphasized each word of the last sentence.
Harm looked at her intently then nodded slowly before he answered her, “Ok, Mac, I trust you. That’s why I promise I’ll do whatever you said in this letter.”
It surprised him when she literally glowed when she heard his words, a beaming smile, a sign of happiness and gratefulness. Happiness because he gave her a promise and gratefulness because he trusted her enough again to give her said promise.
“Thank you. You won’t regret it!“ With that she turned around and was about to leave his office when he called her back, “Mac, wait.”
She once again faced him, still a smile on her face, and sparkling joy in her eyes.
“Good luck, Marine, and be careful.”
Mac’s smile grew wider. *Oh man, that smile is going to be the death of me one day.* Harm thought, yet happy to learn that something he had said had caused that smile.
“I will, thank you.” She walked to the elevators, leaving his office door open, so he could watch her disappear around the corner.
With a sigh, he looked back at the files in front of him and went back to work.
It wasn’t until he entered his apartment that evening that he remembered Mac’s letter.
March 29th 2004, Monday
0000 Zulu (19:00 hrs EST)
Harm’s apartment
North of Union Station
Washington D.C.
He made himself a vegetarian sandwich and poured some juice into a glass and placed both on the kitchen bar. The letter lay next to his plate and when he took a seat on the barstool, he grabbed it and toyed with it in his hands, still a bit hesitant to open it.
“It’s just something nice for you…that I promise you…” Harm heard her say in his mind.
*Oh, c’mon, Rabb, you aren’t afraid of the contents of a letter, are you?*
With that, he ripped the envelope open and fished out a card.
Harm took a long gulp of juice before he opened the card and read:
“Dear Harm,
Remember that we once – nine days ago to be exact – had a discussion about scents and their effects? And how I told you that one day you should try a scented bath and learn that I was right when I told you how good that would make you feel?
You then replied, that you couldn’t have such an experience because you don’t own a tub. That day I offered you the use of mine when I was out of town.
Well, Harm, I’ll be out of town for at least seven days, so use the key to my apartment I once gave you and do yourself a favor by enjoying a wonderful, relaxing bath in my tub.
Everything you need for such a bath is in my bathroom and you’ll find some instructions on the coffee table. So, don’t chicken out, Commander. You promised me.
And when I’m back from Pearl, we will have that discussion again. ;-)
Hugs, Mac.”
Harm lowered his hands and sat silently for a while, unable to think clearly. Then he straightened again, placed the card back on the bar and walked to his bedroom to grab his guitar.
The sandwich and juice forgotten, he sat down on his couch with the guitar in his lap. His fingers moved softly along the strings, awakening the guitar to life, creating a soft dreamy melody. He needed to think and he always could think better when he played his guitar.
TBC