Title: Summer Lovin'
Author: Barb
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Of course I own nothing.
Summary: Harm and Mac are closer than ever. Will they take it to the next level?
Chapter 1
August 13, 2004
JAG Headquarters
Falls Church, VA
It was a rainy day at JAG and Mac was feeling about as blue as the weather today. It's not that she didn't have enough work to do; that would only have made it worse. And it wasn't that she didn't physically feel well either. She sat at her desk and stared outside pensively, wondering if there was anything that would lighten her mood. Ever since Clay had died and she had gotten the news that she may never be able to have....she sighed.
Mac had had the surgery the doctor recommended, the sooner the better he had said. So Harm had taken her to the hospital on a Friday morning in early June and stayed with her there until she was released that afternoon. He brought her home and took care of her all weekend. She thought at first he was just trying to make up for his bringing up the baby deal at the Admiral's dining out; she could see that he was beside himself with remorse for the timing of that statement and for the fact that she may not even be able to have any children. But she knew better. He said he would always be there for her, and he was.
Harm was feeling restless today, too. He sat in his windowless office absently bouncing the eraser tip of his pencil on the pad of paper in front of him. He was thinking about Mac, he knew she really hasn't been herself since her surgery, not that he could blame her. But the doctor said at her last appointment that she was making progress. So her mood had him worried.
Things had brightened between them since the Admiral's dining out. She had asked him if he'd always be there and he said yes. Of course he would, he loved her, if only she knew how much. She had told him about her illness, that she needed surgery, and he told her he would be there for her, and he was. It felt good to be needed by her, he reflected. They began spending more time together, little things like having lunch, shopping together for a gift for a coworker. Little steps.
By July they had really formed a close bond. Mac started to let her guard down and Harm started to open up more. They started meeting for working dinners like old times, sometimes at her place, sometimes at his; they shared the cooking duties and each endured the other's attempts to please each other....in the kitchen. If they didn't like each other so much, it probably would have been a disaster, but they took it in stride.
More often they took long walks after dinner or go to a movie, or watch one on TV. They started their early morning jogging together too, and they both came to work glowing. For once their timing was in sync.
So today, Harm sat in his office, and Mac in hers, each lost in thought but for different reasons.
Harm got up from his desk and made his way to Mac's office. He rapped on her door and peeked his head in. "Hey Mac."
Mac turned to give him a smile, but failed miserably. "Hi yourself. What's up?"
"Is everything okay, you look at little down today."
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just these rainy days, you know, sometimes they just get the best of me. I'll be fine, really."
He smiled, "Not to mention it's Friday the 13th."
"Thanks, I needed that." She rolled her eyes and laughed.
"Well, I guess that means you'll be wanting to go home and hide under the covers for the rest of the night?"
"Don't be silly, I don't believe in that sort of thing. I'm not superstitious.....are you?"
He looked at her and laughed, "Of course not." He took a deep breath and let it out, and looked at her tentatively.
"What?"
"Uh, nothing, never mind, I don't know what I was thinking." He shook his head and thought of turning around and going back to his office. What was he thinking, anyway?
She eyed him suspiciously, "What are you talking about? Now you have me curious."
He stood there looking at her, not knowing what to say, or how to start. He looked down and started studying his shoes. "Well, I was just wondering......"
"About what? Okay, spit it out, you're killing me here." She asked with anticipation.
He looked at her and raised an eyebrow in question, "What would you say to a nice long weekend?"
He had piqued her interest, "How long, where, doing what?" she asked, gaining enthusiasm.
"Well, I think I can secure us Monday and Tuesday, that would give us four whole days...."
"A cruise to the Bahamas, oh, Harm, you shouldn't have!" she gleamed.
He shook his head and laughed, "Where did you come up with a cruise....and by the way, I thought you didn't like ships all that much."
"So we're not going on the investigation to the USS Ashland?" she asked feigning disappointment.
"No, we're not. Bud and Mattoni got that duty." He shook his head. This was going to be harder than he thought.
"Oh."
"What I meant was...." He paused to see if she was going to interrupt him again. "I was thinking of a non-working weekend. You know, just the two of us." He said tentatively.
"As in just you and me?"
"Yeah, I have access to a nice cabin up in the Blue Ridge Mountains, you know where Frostburg State is? It's nice, quiet, there's even a lake, and we could go swimming if you want to. I could also rent a boat. It would be nice to get away, don't you think? After all you've been through lately, and it's been a long summer. I thought it would be a nice treat. Of course, it's no cruise to the Bahamas...."
"A cabin, huh? So there's indoor plumbing?" she asked hopefully.
"And no poachers, I promise."
"Four whole days with nothing to do but eat and get some sun, listen to music, read a good book....."
He looked into her brown eyes and smiled, "Whatever you want."
"On one condition."
"What's that?"
"No talk about work or.....anything. Just lots of mindless conversation."
"I think I can manage that. So what do you say?" he asked.
"When do we leave?"
Author: Barb
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Of course I own nothing.
Summary: Harm and Mac are closer than ever. Will they take it to the next level?
Chapter 1
August 13, 2004
JAG Headquarters
Falls Church, VA
It was a rainy day at JAG and Mac was feeling about as blue as the weather today. It's not that she didn't have enough work to do; that would only have made it worse. And it wasn't that she didn't physically feel well either. She sat at her desk and stared outside pensively, wondering if there was anything that would lighten her mood. Ever since Clay had died and she had gotten the news that she may never be able to have....she sighed.
Mac had had the surgery the doctor recommended, the sooner the better he had said. So Harm had taken her to the hospital on a Friday morning in early June and stayed with her there until she was released that afternoon. He brought her home and took care of her all weekend. She thought at first he was just trying to make up for his bringing up the baby deal at the Admiral's dining out; she could see that he was beside himself with remorse for the timing of that statement and for the fact that she may not even be able to have any children. But she knew better. He said he would always be there for her, and he was.
Harm was feeling restless today, too. He sat in his windowless office absently bouncing the eraser tip of his pencil on the pad of paper in front of him. He was thinking about Mac, he knew she really hasn't been herself since her surgery, not that he could blame her. But the doctor said at her last appointment that she was making progress. So her mood had him worried.
Things had brightened between them since the Admiral's dining out. She had asked him if he'd always be there and he said yes. Of course he would, he loved her, if only she knew how much. She had told him about her illness, that she needed surgery, and he told her he would be there for her, and he was. It felt good to be needed by her, he reflected. They began spending more time together, little things like having lunch, shopping together for a gift for a coworker. Little steps.
By July they had really formed a close bond. Mac started to let her guard down and Harm started to open up more. They started meeting for working dinners like old times, sometimes at her place, sometimes at his; they shared the cooking duties and each endured the other's attempts to please each other....in the kitchen. If they didn't like each other so much, it probably would have been a disaster, but they took it in stride.
More often they took long walks after dinner or go to a movie, or watch one on TV. They started their early morning jogging together too, and they both came to work glowing. For once their timing was in sync.
So today, Harm sat in his office, and Mac in hers, each lost in thought but for different reasons.
Harm got up from his desk and made his way to Mac's office. He rapped on her door and peeked his head in. "Hey Mac."
Mac turned to give him a smile, but failed miserably. "Hi yourself. What's up?"
"Is everything okay, you look at little down today."
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just these rainy days, you know, sometimes they just get the best of me. I'll be fine, really."
He smiled, "Not to mention it's Friday the 13th."
"Thanks, I needed that." She rolled her eyes and laughed.
"Well, I guess that means you'll be wanting to go home and hide under the covers for the rest of the night?"
"Don't be silly, I don't believe in that sort of thing. I'm not superstitious.....are you?"
He looked at her and laughed, "Of course not." He took a deep breath and let it out, and looked at her tentatively.
"What?"
"Uh, nothing, never mind, I don't know what I was thinking." He shook his head and thought of turning around and going back to his office. What was he thinking, anyway?
She eyed him suspiciously, "What are you talking about? Now you have me curious."
He stood there looking at her, not knowing what to say, or how to start. He looked down and started studying his shoes. "Well, I was just wondering......"
"About what? Okay, spit it out, you're killing me here." She asked with anticipation.
He looked at her and raised an eyebrow in question, "What would you say to a nice long weekend?"
He had piqued her interest, "How long, where, doing what?" she asked, gaining enthusiasm.
"Well, I think I can secure us Monday and Tuesday, that would give us four whole days...."
"A cruise to the Bahamas, oh, Harm, you shouldn't have!" she gleamed.
He shook his head and laughed, "Where did you come up with a cruise....and by the way, I thought you didn't like ships all that much."
"So we're not going on the investigation to the USS Ashland?" she asked feigning disappointment.
"No, we're not. Bud and Mattoni got that duty." He shook his head. This was going to be harder than he thought.
"Oh."
"What I meant was...." He paused to see if she was going to interrupt him again. "I was thinking of a non-working weekend. You know, just the two of us." He said tentatively.
"As in just you and me?"
"Yeah, I have access to a nice cabin up in the Blue Ridge Mountains, you know where Frostburg State is? It's nice, quiet, there's even a lake, and we could go swimming if you want to. I could also rent a boat. It would be nice to get away, don't you think? After all you've been through lately, and it's been a long summer. I thought it would be a nice treat. Of course, it's no cruise to the Bahamas...."
"A cabin, huh? So there's indoor plumbing?" she asked hopefully.
"And no poachers, I promise."
"Four whole days with nothing to do but eat and get some sun, listen to music, read a good book....."
He looked into her brown eyes and smiled, "Whatever you want."
"On one condition."
"What's that?"
"No talk about work or.....anything. Just lots of mindless conversation."
"I think I can manage that. So what do you say?" he asked.
"When do we leave?"