Please take into account that I've never actually ever seen an episode of
JAG, only read enough fan fiction and reviews to write this fic.
Lieutenant Colonel Sarah Mackenzie's eyes flicked open. Her internal clock told her it was 4.27AM. She sighed and crept out of the bed grabbing her clothes, being careful not to wake the sleeping form of her best friend and co-worker Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rabb Jr.
The previous night had been a mistake. Mac had come over to check on Harm after he called her very drunk the previous evening. When he had kissed her she hadn't stopped him. When things went further she hadn't wanted to stop him. She left him a note and crept out heading home.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Harm hit the alarm when rang. His head was pounding probably the after effects of mainlining a bottle of Scotch. Then the reality dawned on him he was due at JAG headquarters in just over an hour for their weekly meeting. He rolled over as the alarm sounded again, he hadn't switched it off only hit the sleep button the first time. He picked it up and threw it against the wall. As his eyes focused he saw a note propped up on the bedside table.
Enjoy the hangover flyboy. I'll pick you up at 8.15. If you're not Ready just remember Marine Colonel's can shout for a reason Take a couple of asprin and suck it up Squid.
Mac
He groaned and rolled out of bed. A hot shower and lots and lots of coffee would be the only way he was going to focus today.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Mac knocked on the door to Harm's apartment at precisely 8.14 and 59 seconds. She gave him a few minutes before increased the level of banging.
"Come on flyboy. We're going to be late if you don't move on." She yelled through the door.
"Mac, please keep the noise, my head hurts." He flung the door open.
"And good morning to you too. A hangover is what you deserve for mainlining Scotch."
"Yes mom." He grabbed his briefcase. "Let's go."
"So why did you start drinking anyway?" She asked as they made their way down the stairs.
"Bad weekend." He didn't offer any more information. "So in your infinite wisdom do you know any good hangover cures?"
"Harm, I was and am an alcoholic, if you ever started coming down you drank more. By the time I was in detox I was pretty much out of it." She paused. "The best way is lots of grease to soak up the alcohol, a nice fry up, sausages, bacon, hash browns."
"Stop I don't want to know. Let's get to work so I can get this meeting out of the way and go and lie down in my office."
"Sorry to disappoint you but we've got to interview Lieutenant Mariah Murphy about her going AWOL last week at 1100. Then we've got to meet with opposing council in the Sark trial at 1400."
"Okay. Bad day to get hammered I get it. Wake me up when we get there." He said as he settled into his seat and closed his eyes. As they neared the office Mac pulled out her call phone and dialled the number for Harriet.
"Lieutenant Sims."
"Harriet, it's Colonel Mackenzie. I need a favour."
"Good morning Colonel. How can I help?"
"I need you to make a pot of very strong coffee and be standing by the door with a cup. ETA five minutes."
"Bad morning ma'am?" Harriet asked.
"No I'm fine. The coffee is for Harm, he has a severe hangover though and we have a busy day."
"I'll be waiting."
"Thanks Harriet." Mac hung up the phone and tossed it onto the dash board.
~ ~ ~ ~
"Move. Move. Move." Mac yelled as soon as she parked the car.
"Very funny Marine."
"I try flyboy. We're here. We've got twelve minutes and 27 seconds before the meeting. Which is just enough time to get you some coffee."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Harm struggled through their meetings and after lunch he began to feel better.
"Mac are you ready to leave?" He asked tapping on her office door.
"I just need to grab a file and I'll be with you." She began searching through the stack of files on her desk, when she located the one she needed she placed it in her briefcase. "Let's go."
"How's the head?" she asked as she drove across DC.
"Better than this morning. Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"What happened last night?" Mac was unsure how to answer, not knowing what to say she asked.
"How much do you remember?"
"I vaguely remember calling you and I vaguely remember you coming over. And somewhere I have this nagging feeling that I kissed you." She didn't say anything. "Mac?"
"Sorry. You did. Do you remember anything else after that?"
"No. Did anything happen?"
"Nothing you need to worry about. I left after I got you to bed and you fell asleep." It was much from the truth, Mac rationalised to herself.
"Okay. I'm sorry anyway."
"It's okay just don't do it again" She smiled at him.
Lieutenant Colonel Sarah Mackenzie's eyes flicked open. Her internal clock told her it was 4.27AM. She sighed and crept out of the bed grabbing her clothes, being careful not to wake the sleeping form of her best friend and co-worker Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rabb Jr.
The previous night had been a mistake. Mac had come over to check on Harm after he called her very drunk the previous evening. When he had kissed her she hadn't stopped him. When things went further she hadn't wanted to stop him. She left him a note and crept out heading home.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Harm hit the alarm when rang. His head was pounding probably the after effects of mainlining a bottle of Scotch. Then the reality dawned on him he was due at JAG headquarters in just over an hour for their weekly meeting. He rolled over as the alarm sounded again, he hadn't switched it off only hit the sleep button the first time. He picked it up and threw it against the wall. As his eyes focused he saw a note propped up on the bedside table.
Enjoy the hangover flyboy. I'll pick you up at 8.15. If you're not Ready just remember Marine Colonel's can shout for a reason Take a couple of asprin and suck it up Squid.
Mac
He groaned and rolled out of bed. A hot shower and lots and lots of coffee would be the only way he was going to focus today.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Mac knocked on the door to Harm's apartment at precisely 8.14 and 59 seconds. She gave him a few minutes before increased the level of banging.
"Come on flyboy. We're going to be late if you don't move on." She yelled through the door.
"Mac, please keep the noise, my head hurts." He flung the door open.
"And good morning to you too. A hangover is what you deserve for mainlining Scotch."
"Yes mom." He grabbed his briefcase. "Let's go."
"So why did you start drinking anyway?" She asked as they made their way down the stairs.
"Bad weekend." He didn't offer any more information. "So in your infinite wisdom do you know any good hangover cures?"
"Harm, I was and am an alcoholic, if you ever started coming down you drank more. By the time I was in detox I was pretty much out of it." She paused. "The best way is lots of grease to soak up the alcohol, a nice fry up, sausages, bacon, hash browns."
"Stop I don't want to know. Let's get to work so I can get this meeting out of the way and go and lie down in my office."
"Sorry to disappoint you but we've got to interview Lieutenant Mariah Murphy about her going AWOL last week at 1100. Then we've got to meet with opposing council in the Sark trial at 1400."
"Okay. Bad day to get hammered I get it. Wake me up when we get there." He said as he settled into his seat and closed his eyes. As they neared the office Mac pulled out her call phone and dialled the number for Harriet.
"Lieutenant Sims."
"Harriet, it's Colonel Mackenzie. I need a favour."
"Good morning Colonel. How can I help?"
"I need you to make a pot of very strong coffee and be standing by the door with a cup. ETA five minutes."
"Bad morning ma'am?" Harriet asked.
"No I'm fine. The coffee is for Harm, he has a severe hangover though and we have a busy day."
"I'll be waiting."
"Thanks Harriet." Mac hung up the phone and tossed it onto the dash board.
~ ~ ~ ~
"Move. Move. Move." Mac yelled as soon as she parked the car.
"Very funny Marine."
"I try flyboy. We're here. We've got twelve minutes and 27 seconds before the meeting. Which is just enough time to get you some coffee."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Harm struggled through their meetings and after lunch he began to feel better.
"Mac are you ready to leave?" He asked tapping on her office door.
"I just need to grab a file and I'll be with you." She began searching through the stack of files on her desk, when she located the one she needed she placed it in her briefcase. "Let's go."
"How's the head?" she asked as she drove across DC.
"Better than this morning. Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"What happened last night?" Mac was unsure how to answer, not knowing what to say she asked.
"How much do you remember?"
"I vaguely remember calling you and I vaguely remember you coming over. And somewhere I have this nagging feeling that I kissed you." She didn't say anything. "Mac?"
"Sorry. You did. Do you remember anything else after that?"
"No. Did anything happen?"
"Nothing you need to worry about. I left after I got you to bed and you fell asleep." It was much from the truth, Mac rationalised to herself.
"Okay. I'm sorry anyway."
"It's okay just don't do it again" She smiled at him.