Never Mix Paperwork With Basketballs!
Summary: Very short one-shot. Paperwork plus basketballs? Good idea?
Disclaimer: Characters, not mine. Got it?
Harm was singing softly to himself, leafing through a deep pile of papers, when Sturgis poked his head round his office door. The office was even more cluttered than usual, a basketball in the corner, tennis ball on the desk, a stack of CDs and a CD player, Harm's guitar in another corner, and various other items littered around the model planes that usually decorated the place.
" What happened in here?" Sturgis asked curiously, entering and tripping over a hockey stick, " Ow!"
" Watch yourself." Harm said absently. He looked up to see a grumpy faced lawyer sitting across for him and couldn't help laughing at the look on the other man's face, " Heh. Um, I've been practically living in here the last two days with this paperwork. The Admiral's in a bad mood, there's paperwork to be done, so yours truly gets stick with it. I know how Bud felt when he was stuck with paperwork. At least he found ways to get out of the office."
Sturgis laughed, " So, exactly how does a basketball help finish your paperwork?"
" Unfortunatly it doesn't. But the smashed window in Mac's office was a handy distraction for a while." Harm grinned, " But don't tell the Admiral. He doesn't know it had anything to do with me."
" What had anything to do with you?" Admiral Chegwidden stuck his head in.
" Nothing... sir."
Chegwidden watched him suspiciously, " Hmmm. See you tommorow you two. And hurry up with that paperwork Harm, it's in tommorow."
Harm sighed, " Looks like I'll be here for a while longer. Night sir."
" Night Rabb." Chegwidden replied with a jaunty tone.
Sturgis watched Harm as he banged his head on his desk, " What did you do?" He asked incredulously.
