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THE ADMIRAL AND HIS RUBBER DUCKY
JAG-Headquarter
Falls Church/Virginia
0430 ZULU (23:30 EST)
It was just before midnight. Nearly everyone was at home and in bed, only Harm and Mac weren't.
Mac had left something in the office. Watching her search, Harm was asking himself how someone could find anything in a place who looked like a battle-field.
"What are you looking for?" he asked.
"Socks."
"Socks?"
"Sports socks" she told him and opened the first deskdrawer.
Shaking his head in disbelief Harm watched Mac pulling out a cookery book, nail polish, a hershey bar but no socks.
"You are the only one having nearly his whole personal belongings in his desk" he said laughing.
"And what are you having in your desk? Paper and pens?"
"Sure, go look for yourself."
"Heaven help, in the end I will find something I should never have seen" she answered grinning.
"There won't been any adult tapes in my desk."
"No but similar."
"What are you suggesting now?"
"Nothing. . . . I know what I did with my socks. I borrowed them to Harriet."
"You are giving your socks to someone else?" he asked in disbelief.
"Sure. She wanted to buy Bud a pair of sports socks."
She was walking over to Harriets desk in the bullpen.
"Be careful what you find in there. You never know what you will find. Who knows what women have in there purse let alone their desks."
"Everyone has something in his desk, even the Admiral."
"Sure."
"You want to go and have a look?"
Without waiting for a reply from Harm, Mac started walking towards the Admiral's office.
"Sarah Mackenzie, you are out of your mind. I suggest you take a cold shower to clear it" Harm said, surprised and shocked about his partner's strange behavior.
"I prefer my bathtub, candle-light and bath soap which smells like roses."
"Sure and a yellow rubber ducky" Harm added, grinning.
"Who needs a rubber ducky when you have a navy-pilot" Mac mumbled.
Harm followed her to the Admirals office, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed.
"You aren't going to believe it" she exclaimed.
"Believe what?"
"I found something in the Admirals desk."
"Let me guess, pen and paper."
"NO, a yellow rubber ducky."
"Funny Mac."
"Come and have a look for yourself."
Curiously Harm walked over to Mac and peered over her shoulder into the desk drawer.
"How cute. Do you think she bites? Maybe she can bite the Secretary of the NAVY if he gets on the Admiral's nerves" Harm joked.
"Roberta only bites lawyers who are to curious for their own good" a voice from the doorstep said.
Shocked Mac and Harm looked up. The Admiral was standing in the doorway, looking angry as hell.
"Admuiral, Sir, we just" Harm started.
"I don't care. GO!"
"Yes Sir."
As fast as they could they left the Admirals office, who walked over to his desk and retrieved his rubber ducky.
"Have the big bad lawyers scared you, Roberta?" he asked, patting his rubber duckie's head.
"Admiral, Sir. . . Admiral?"
Shocked he sat up. He had been sleeping through Tiner'ss first trial as a lawyer having a weird dream.
Maybe he had too many sweets last night.
No one in his or her right mind was dreaming about rubber duckys. His rubber ducky, Roberta, wasn't in his desk drawer, she was in his bathroom were she belonged.
THE END
