Laundry Date
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. I'm just borrowing.
Rating: PG (for mild language)
Mac woke to a start when her alarm clock went off and hit her head on the backboard. "Damn," She cursed silently. "Perfect way to start off a weekend." She said to no one in particular.
She lifted the covers and slid her long legs out of bed, shut off the alarm and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.
After she got out of the shower, she quickly dried and walked back to her bedroom dressed in only a towel. When she opened her bureau drawer and swore again. "Damn!" "How could I have ran out of clean clothes and not known about it. I wear a uniform five days out of seven every week." She was flabbergasted. Suddenly the telephone rang.
"MacKenize." She said in a slightly annoyed voice.
"Madison." Came the perky voice that tried hard to mimic her mentor's voice.
"Hey Chloe! How are you?" Mac instantly sweetened.
"Good. How are you, Mac?"
"Cold. I just got out of the shower and I just found out that I have no clothes to wear. Well.... I have this one shirt that I haven't worn since I was a teenager."
"What does it look like?"
"Nothin' a marine-colonel would wear."
"Mac, its Saturday. A day to be human. Anyways, if it's that bad put a sweater over it." Chloe said simply.
"I have NOTHING TO WEAR. No sweater. All I have is this t-shirt and besides, it's too warm to wear a sweater."
"Ok, jeez, calm down Mac!"
"Sorry, sweetie."
"It's alright. Hey, I got to go, talk to you later Mac. Bye."
"Bye."
Mac hung up the phone and grabbed the t-shirt out of the drawer. It was black and it had an advertisement for the Rolling Stones. On the back it had tour dates. She sighed. There was nothing wrong with it, just nothing a marine-colonel would wear. Another sigh and she slipped it over her head. "Now jeans," She searched for a pair. "Yea right!" She went into the living room and stopped in her tracks upon entering.
"Whoa, when did I become sooo.....disorganized." Yea, that was a good word for it. The living room was a disaster! Stacks of papers that had fallen over, last night's super dishes and mounds of dirty clothes every where! "Boy, Harm would be proud of me." She said sarcastically. 'Where did that come from? I'm thinking about Harm on a Saturday. Weird.' Although she knew it was not uncommon. 'It's only been what? 17 hours 43 minutes and 15 seconds since I've seen him last. It's not that I love him or anything. 'LIAR!' screamed her inner self. 'LIAR!'
"Ok, I REALLY need to do laundry." So she started to collect her dirty things and put it all into a basket. She put on her cleanest pair of dirty jeans, grabbed her car keys, loaded the basket into the car and drove away. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- Reviews are greatly appreciated!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. I'm just borrowing.
Rating: PG (for mild language)
Mac woke to a start when her alarm clock went off and hit her head on the backboard. "Damn," She cursed silently. "Perfect way to start off a weekend." She said to no one in particular.
She lifted the covers and slid her long legs out of bed, shut off the alarm and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.
After she got out of the shower, she quickly dried and walked back to her bedroom dressed in only a towel. When she opened her bureau drawer and swore again. "Damn!" "How could I have ran out of clean clothes and not known about it. I wear a uniform five days out of seven every week." She was flabbergasted. Suddenly the telephone rang.
"MacKenize." She said in a slightly annoyed voice.
"Madison." Came the perky voice that tried hard to mimic her mentor's voice.
"Hey Chloe! How are you?" Mac instantly sweetened.
"Good. How are you, Mac?"
"Cold. I just got out of the shower and I just found out that I have no clothes to wear. Well.... I have this one shirt that I haven't worn since I was a teenager."
"What does it look like?"
"Nothin' a marine-colonel would wear."
"Mac, its Saturday. A day to be human. Anyways, if it's that bad put a sweater over it." Chloe said simply.
"I have NOTHING TO WEAR. No sweater. All I have is this t-shirt and besides, it's too warm to wear a sweater."
"Ok, jeez, calm down Mac!"
"Sorry, sweetie."
"It's alright. Hey, I got to go, talk to you later Mac. Bye."
"Bye."
Mac hung up the phone and grabbed the t-shirt out of the drawer. It was black and it had an advertisement for the Rolling Stones. On the back it had tour dates. She sighed. There was nothing wrong with it, just nothing a marine-colonel would wear. Another sigh and she slipped it over her head. "Now jeans," She searched for a pair. "Yea right!" She went into the living room and stopped in her tracks upon entering.
"Whoa, when did I become sooo.....disorganized." Yea, that was a good word for it. The living room was a disaster! Stacks of papers that had fallen over, last night's super dishes and mounds of dirty clothes every where! "Boy, Harm would be proud of me." She said sarcastically. 'Where did that come from? I'm thinking about Harm on a Saturday. Weird.' Although she knew it was not uncommon. 'It's only been what? 17 hours 43 minutes and 15 seconds since I've seen him last. It's not that I love him or anything. 'LIAR!' screamed her inner self. 'LIAR!'
"Ok, I REALLY need to do laundry." So she started to collect her dirty things and put it all into a basket. She put on her cleanest pair of dirty jeans, grabbed her car keys, loaded the basket into the car and drove away. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- Reviews are greatly appreciated!