Disclaimer: Dude, these characters aren't mine. They are the creation of
someone else. If they were mine, I'd be rich and be married to David James
Elliot 'cause he wouldn't be able to resist me. Or something. But that's
not the point. The point is don't sue me. :o)
This is more of a mini-story than a real one. It prolly sucks . . . .but feedback on how to improve it would be awesome. Not Beta-ed (sp?) 'cause I don't have one for JAG fics, and as this will prolly be the only one I'll write, I don't think I really need one. But if the mistakes that I didn't find really bug you, than feel free to offer your services. *grin*
1500 Zulu J.A.G. Headquarters
"Who is that?" Gunnery Sargent Galindez asked Commander Harmon Rabb Jr. as he looked across the Bullpen at a young lady.
"I have no idea." Harm replied, staring at her also. She was about 5'7, with dark blonde hair that was pulled back regulation-style. Her uniform was Navy; the bars informing them of her Lieutenant-Commander status, with wings pinned on above some decorations.
"She's rather good-looking, isn't she?" Gunny said, taking in her not-too- fat-but-but-not-stick-thin figure. Her face had almost no make-up; she obviously had enough self-confidence not to have to wear it. not that she needed it. There were some traces of lip-gloss, but that was it. Harm felt chills go up his spine. There was something about this girl that was familiar; he just couldn't put his finger on it.
"What are you two so interested in?" Col. Sarah Mackenzie asked, her voice surprising them both. They averted their eyes from the new girl and turned to her guilty.
"Nothing." Harm said, flashing his "fly-boy" grin.
"Yeah, right. I've seen those looks on you guys before. Who's the person you're looking at?"
"We don't know. She's this new chick-" Gunny started but was interrupted by Mac.
"Chick?"
"Sorry ma'am. She's this new woman at J.A.G."
"Ahhh. Well, just remember, she's new so play nice, ok?"
"Aw, you ruin all our fun." Harm joked, flashing another "grin."
"Haha. Well, I gotta go look at the Henderson appeal. I'll see you guys around."
"Bye Mac," Harm said, his attention drawn to the direction of Admiral A.J. Chegwidden's office, where the new officer had just exited. Her brown eyes roamed the room, almost as if searching for a friendly face. When they settled on him, he smiled at her.
Now normally, his smile is enough to light up a room or make any woman melt. But, at the sight of him, her eyes widened in almost what looked like shock and her face turned red. She twisted on her heals and left the room. Harm couldn't believe it. 'What the hell was that all about?' He wondered. He also wondered if anyone in the room had what had happened. When he thought of the hurt look on her face, he again couldn't help but feel like her knew her from somewhere. He just didn't know where. When it was apparent that no one had seen what had happened, he decided to see if her could find this mystery woman and see what was going on.
When he left the bullpen, he found her exiting the woman's bathroom, her eyes dark with hidden, dark memories.
"Hi, Lieutenant. I'm Commander Harmon Rabb JR-"
"I know who you are, Sir."
"Um, ok.Well, uh, welcome to J.A.G."
"You don't remember me, do you, Sir?"
"Um, I can't say that I do-"
"I figured you wouldn't. Your group never paid much attention to anyone like me, except when you were making their lives miserable." For just a moment, she let the respectful title drop.
"My. What in the world are you talking about?"
"Never mind, it's not important any more, Sir." She regained her composure. "It was uh, nice seeing you again, Commander."
"Wait-" But he was cut off as she walked away. "What the hell was that all about?"
This is more of a mini-story than a real one. It prolly sucks . . . .but feedback on how to improve it would be awesome. Not Beta-ed (sp?) 'cause I don't have one for JAG fics, and as this will prolly be the only one I'll write, I don't think I really need one. But if the mistakes that I didn't find really bug you, than feel free to offer your services. *grin*
1500 Zulu J.A.G. Headquarters
"Who is that?" Gunnery Sargent Galindez asked Commander Harmon Rabb Jr. as he looked across the Bullpen at a young lady.
"I have no idea." Harm replied, staring at her also. She was about 5'7, with dark blonde hair that was pulled back regulation-style. Her uniform was Navy; the bars informing them of her Lieutenant-Commander status, with wings pinned on above some decorations.
"She's rather good-looking, isn't she?" Gunny said, taking in her not-too- fat-but-but-not-stick-thin figure. Her face had almost no make-up; she obviously had enough self-confidence not to have to wear it. not that she needed it. There were some traces of lip-gloss, but that was it. Harm felt chills go up his spine. There was something about this girl that was familiar; he just couldn't put his finger on it.
"What are you two so interested in?" Col. Sarah Mackenzie asked, her voice surprising them both. They averted their eyes from the new girl and turned to her guilty.
"Nothing." Harm said, flashing his "fly-boy" grin.
"Yeah, right. I've seen those looks on you guys before. Who's the person you're looking at?"
"We don't know. She's this new chick-" Gunny started but was interrupted by Mac.
"Chick?"
"Sorry ma'am. She's this new woman at J.A.G."
"Ahhh. Well, just remember, she's new so play nice, ok?"
"Aw, you ruin all our fun." Harm joked, flashing another "grin."
"Haha. Well, I gotta go look at the Henderson appeal. I'll see you guys around."
"Bye Mac," Harm said, his attention drawn to the direction of Admiral A.J. Chegwidden's office, where the new officer had just exited. Her brown eyes roamed the room, almost as if searching for a friendly face. When they settled on him, he smiled at her.
Now normally, his smile is enough to light up a room or make any woman melt. But, at the sight of him, her eyes widened in almost what looked like shock and her face turned red. She twisted on her heals and left the room. Harm couldn't believe it. 'What the hell was that all about?' He wondered. He also wondered if anyone in the room had what had happened. When he thought of the hurt look on her face, he again couldn't help but feel like her knew her from somewhere. He just didn't know where. When it was apparent that no one had seen what had happened, he decided to see if her could find this mystery woman and see what was going on.
When he left the bullpen, he found her exiting the woman's bathroom, her eyes dark with hidden, dark memories.
"Hi, Lieutenant. I'm Commander Harmon Rabb JR-"
"I know who you are, Sir."
"Um, ok.Well, uh, welcome to J.A.G."
"You don't remember me, do you, Sir?"
"Um, I can't say that I do-"
"I figured you wouldn't. Your group never paid much attention to anyone like me, except when you were making their lives miserable." For just a moment, she let the respectful title drop.
"My. What in the world are you talking about?"
"Never mind, it's not important any more, Sir." She regained her composure. "It was uh, nice seeing you again, Commander."
"Wait-" But he was cut off as she walked away. "What the hell was that all about?"