Author's note: I forgot to put the disclaimer in my last story so here it is. JAG, as much as I want it to, does not belong to me. Also as one of my reviewers pointed out in my last chapter, it should be that he threw a knife at the picture of Harm's head. Thanks Kristine for pointing this out.
1600 zulu
JAG Headquarters
Falls Church, Virginia
"Hey Mac have you seen the coffee filters?" Harm asked, digging through the drawers in the tiny JAG kitchen. Mac rolled her eyes. "Yeah they're in the drawer under the coffee filter where they always are." she said, pulling them out of the drawer. Harm snatched them out of her hand. "Well, they weren't in there earlier." he mumbled. Mac laughed. "What, do you think I planted them in there to make you look bad?" "Maybe." He replied. "Hey, are you still coming over tonight for our Friday night pizza and movie?" Mac asked. "Wouldn't miss it," he answered, "But whose turn is it to pick the movie?" "Mine," she replied, "see you tonight Harm." "Bye."
(I know my chapters are short but the next chapter will be longer I promise. That is, if I get more reviews.