Prologue
January 28th, 2005
Mac yanked her desk drawer open the instant she got back from court. "Where is it?" she muttered to herself. "It's got to be here somewhere," she groused as she slammed the drawer shut and turned her attention to her file- laden desktop. With single-minded devotion, she shoved the paperwork aside, uncaring of the mess she was making in the course of her search. "Damn!" she finally exclaimed as she slouched back her chair, admitting defeat.
"Looking for something, Mac?" The voice caught her attention and she turned slightly to glare at her partner. There he was, standing in her doorway with his eyebrows raised in that half teasing, half mocking way that was so exasperating.
"Not that it's any of your business, but I can't find my reserve chocolate bar," she replied haughtily.
"Uh-oh... a chocolate deprived Marine! I'll tell the guards to be on alert."
"Very funny Harm... how will you be able to do that when you'll be my first victim?" She smiled at him, a little too sweetly to be believable.
"Ah, on second thought I'll be right back," Harm said hastily, making a tactical retreat. He was back a few minutes later with something in hand.
"Is that a Hershey's bar?" Mac asked almost desperately.
"Yep, and it's all for you." Mac was on her feet so fast that by the time Harm had blinked, she was leaning against her desk, inhaling the first bite.
"Mmmmm," she sighed blissfully. "This feels so good!" After she'd eaten enough for rational thought to return, something occurred to her. "Since when do you keep chocolate in your office?"
"Since we started dating and I realized that half your "bad moods" are because you forgot to replace your reserve chocolate bar," he said cheekily.
She had to laugh at that. "I do that a lot, don't I? In my perfect world, there would be Ghiradelli chocolate waiting on my desk for me everyday after lunch... But I guess that's just silly," she said with a sigh as she tossed the Hershey's wrapper into the trash can.
"Yeah, just think about how much weight you'd gain," Harm teased.
"Funny Harm, very funny. Now get out of here so that I can finish this paperwork and we can eat dinner." Even as she spoke she was already bending down to pick up the files she'd tossed onto the floor, so she didn't see the odd look that had crossed his face. If she had, she would have known one very dangerous fact... Harmon Rabb, Jr. had an idea!!
January 28th, 2005
Mac yanked her desk drawer open the instant she got back from court. "Where is it?" she muttered to herself. "It's got to be here somewhere," she groused as she slammed the drawer shut and turned her attention to her file- laden desktop. With single-minded devotion, she shoved the paperwork aside, uncaring of the mess she was making in the course of her search. "Damn!" she finally exclaimed as she slouched back her chair, admitting defeat.
"Looking for something, Mac?" The voice caught her attention and she turned slightly to glare at her partner. There he was, standing in her doorway with his eyebrows raised in that half teasing, half mocking way that was so exasperating.
"Not that it's any of your business, but I can't find my reserve chocolate bar," she replied haughtily.
"Uh-oh... a chocolate deprived Marine! I'll tell the guards to be on alert."
"Very funny Harm... how will you be able to do that when you'll be my first victim?" She smiled at him, a little too sweetly to be believable.
"Ah, on second thought I'll be right back," Harm said hastily, making a tactical retreat. He was back a few minutes later with something in hand.
"Is that a Hershey's bar?" Mac asked almost desperately.
"Yep, and it's all for you." Mac was on her feet so fast that by the time Harm had blinked, she was leaning against her desk, inhaling the first bite.
"Mmmmm," she sighed blissfully. "This feels so good!" After she'd eaten enough for rational thought to return, something occurred to her. "Since when do you keep chocolate in your office?"
"Since we started dating and I realized that half your "bad moods" are because you forgot to replace your reserve chocolate bar," he said cheekily.
She had to laugh at that. "I do that a lot, don't I? In my perfect world, there would be Ghiradelli chocolate waiting on my desk for me everyday after lunch... But I guess that's just silly," she said with a sigh as she tossed the Hershey's wrapper into the trash can.
"Yeah, just think about how much weight you'd gain," Harm teased.
"Funny Harm, very funny. Now get out of here so that I can finish this paperwork and we can eat dinner." Even as she spoke she was already bending down to pick up the files she'd tossed onto the floor, so she didn't see the odd look that had crossed his face. If she had, she would have known one very dangerous fact... Harmon Rabb, Jr. had an idea!!