Another Year, Another Fundraiser
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em…Though I'd take Harm off their hands any day of the week.
Summary: The Annual JAG Fundraiser. (I don't know if there really is one, but it seemed like a good idea.) The story is set in season 8, I think, except that Lt. Singer isn't at the Seahawk.
Chapter One: This Year's Fundraiser Is…
1249 ZULU
MAY 6, 2003
JAG HEADQUARTERS
FALLS CHURCH, VA
"Hold the elevator!"
Sarah Mackenzie reached out and caught the elevator door just before it closed. Her partner squeezed his tall frame through the opening and pressed the 'close doors' button.
"Morning, Mac," he said, smiling.
"Morning, Harm." She returned the smile. "You're on time. What's the occasion?"
"Ha ha," he said sarcastically. "I didn't want to miss the big meeting."
The doors opened on their floor, and they stepped into the office. They headed to Harm's office first.
"Ah, the fundraiser meeting." Mac leaned against the doorframe. "I wonder what Harriet has come up with this year."
Harm dropped his briefcase and cover on his desk, then followed Mac to her office. "I don't know. Whatever it is, it's sure to be interesting."
Mac set her briefcase on her desk, and she and Harm headed to the conference room. They were a few minutes early, so they were able to get seats at the table, but soon there was standing-room only as the room filled with JAG employees.
"Good morning, everyone," Admiral Chegwidden greeted them. "As I'm sure you're aware, it's almost time for the annual JAG fundraiser. Since Lieutenant Sims is the event coordinator, I'll turn the floor over to her. Lieutenant?"
Harriet stepped up to the head of the table. "I spent a lot of time working on this year's fundraiser, and I hope you all like what I've come up with. This year's fundraiser is…." She paused for dramatic effect, and smiled. "A talent show!"
A few half-hearted cheers went up around the room, and Harriet laughed. "It'll be fun, I promise. It's for a good cause, and I think we'll all have a good time. All talents are welcome, and anyone who wants to sign up should see me sometime this week. The event is scheduled for Saturday, May 31st." She nodded to the Admiral, a signal that she was finished.
"That'll be all, everyone," he announced. "Dismissed."
Getting to her feet, Mac turned to Harm with an eyebrow raised. "Talent show?"
He smiled. "I think it'll be a blast, Mac."
She shook her head with a laugh. "Whatever you say, Harm. Whatever you say."
