Rating: PG
Summary: "What Women Want" with a JAG twist (of course)! Leads up to Valentine's Day. The whole story is told from Harm's point of view.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Bellisarius Productions and Paramount. I'm making no money off of this story.
~~~~Part 1~~~~
0615 est
Harm's Apartment
North of Union Station
Ugh...it's morning already. It feels like I only just got to bed an hour ago. I roll over to shut off the alarm clock only to realize that I'm already on the edge of the bed. With a loud *thump* I fall on the floor, but not before the bedside stand takes a nice crack at my skull. I just lay there dazed for a minute, then get up slowly and go take a shower. It's too late for my morning run, and now that I'm seeing double, I definitely don't feel up to it.
I take a little longer than normal this morning. By the time I'm ready to go to work, it's already 0730, and the Beltway is a nightmare in the mornings. I'll be late...again...giving Mac just one more reason to harp on me.
We have a meeting with a female client at 0830. She's being charged with indecent exposure...she flashed her...um...chest...at a bar while she was still on duty and in her uniform. I can't even begin to fathom what would possess her to do that, but I guess that's why we're interviewing her. I guess I shouldn't complain, though. Our case load lately has been Hell, and compared to all that, this seems like it should be a piece of cake.
0820 est
JAG HQ
Falls Church, VA
Hah! Only 20 minutes late. And I've still got 10 minutes before our client will be meeting us. As I step off the elevator, I catch sight of the most gorgeous Marine in the corps, and she's spotted me, as well. I step through the doors, and flash her a full-blown 'take no prisoners' smile that works every time, though I know she would never admit it.
"Oh, why does he have to do that whenever he knows he's in trouble? God, I love that smile, but one of these days, I'm going to be immune to it, and then he'll be feeling the wrath of a Marine without coffee!"
I stop strutting towards her, and I know my smile vanished that instant, because she says aloud, "Harm, what's the matter? You're looking at me like I just sprouted another head or something."
I'm about to reply, but then I hear Harriet say, "Oh, he looks like he's gonna be sick!"
So, instead of answering Mac, I turn around and direct my attention at Harriet, "I feel fine, thank you Lieutenant."
Then, I hear Mac behind me say, "He's probably just trying to gain some sympathy before I give him a nice dose of Marine-strength verbal whiplash."
I wheel back around and give her a look that I hope conveys some form of hurt, or at least indignance, at her accusation, and I say, "I think you know me better than that, Mac."
She just gives me this really funny look...the cute one, where she knits her eyebrows and does this sort of pouty thing with her lips. I don't see that look very often, because it's her confused look. Then she says, "I'm sorry, I had no idea I just said that out loud."
Then I give her my best 'yeah, right' look and start to respond, "You-"
"You didn't say anything, Ma'am," Harriet says, effectively cutting off my witty retort. Damn! I've been waiting for the perfect slip-up from her to say it, and now I'll have to wait until she's confused again. Wait...I'm confused...
I turn to Harriet, "I-"
"I didn't think so, either, Harriet, but Harm responded to what I was just thinking." To what she was just thinking? She didn't really say it?
"Wh-"
"Well, nobody else heard anything." Oh, great, now Sturgis has joined in the game.
"Why-"
"Well, not that it's terribly important, but I obviously said it, or the Commander would not have responded." Mac again. Okay, now they're beginning to get really confused, and I'm getting really confused, and I can't even get a word in to just try and take away what I just did...whatever the hell I just did, or heard, or didn't hear, and oh, great,
"Now I'm talking to myself in my head!"
Okay, everyone has stopped, and now I'm just standing here, all eyes in the room on me, then Mac speaks up, talking to me this time, as though I'm a child, "No, Harm, you just talked to yourself really loud in front of the entire office, and now I do think you're ill."
And at that, people start to chuckle and laugh, and the show's over now, because they're all getting back to work. She's still looking at me warily, one eyebrow raised, lips set in an 'I dare you to try something' curve. I would love to just catalog all the things she can do with her lips...
"Oh, geez, he's daydreaming again. And it's that euphoric look that he gets when I know he's thinking about some leggy blonde dressed in heels and nothing else. I bet that's it."
I have now focused all my attention on the fiery-eyed brunette who looks about ready to squeeze every last drop of testosterone from my body and then rip out my...
"HARM!" Whoa, that got my attention.
She silently motions me to her office, and I follow, listening to her muttering things the whole way, hearing them in my head, rather than my ears picking up the sounds. This is crazy...I am hearing Mac's thoughts in my head! And the things she plans to do to me for punishment sound like a fate worse than death. Her thoughts are still raging in my head as I shut the door behind me, bracing myself for what's coming, trying to catch an inkling of what it will be. I turn towards her after shutting the door, and then I very clearly hear,
"Fresh meat."
Yikes! Suddenly, I regret not playing the 'sick' card. I must have hit my head harder than I thought!
Summary: "What Women Want" with a JAG twist (of course)! Leads up to Valentine's Day. The whole story is told from Harm's point of view.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Bellisarius Productions and Paramount. I'm making no money off of this story.
~~~~Part 1~~~~
0615 est
Harm's Apartment
North of Union Station
Ugh...it's morning already. It feels like I only just got to bed an hour ago. I roll over to shut off the alarm clock only to realize that I'm already on the edge of the bed. With a loud *thump* I fall on the floor, but not before the bedside stand takes a nice crack at my skull. I just lay there dazed for a minute, then get up slowly and go take a shower. It's too late for my morning run, and now that I'm seeing double, I definitely don't feel up to it.
I take a little longer than normal this morning. By the time I'm ready to go to work, it's already 0730, and the Beltway is a nightmare in the mornings. I'll be late...again...giving Mac just one more reason to harp on me.
We have a meeting with a female client at 0830. She's being charged with indecent exposure...she flashed her...um...chest...at a bar while she was still on duty and in her uniform. I can't even begin to fathom what would possess her to do that, but I guess that's why we're interviewing her. I guess I shouldn't complain, though. Our case load lately has been Hell, and compared to all that, this seems like it should be a piece of cake.
0820 est
JAG HQ
Falls Church, VA
Hah! Only 20 minutes late. And I've still got 10 minutes before our client will be meeting us. As I step off the elevator, I catch sight of the most gorgeous Marine in the corps, and she's spotted me, as well. I step through the doors, and flash her a full-blown 'take no prisoners' smile that works every time, though I know she would never admit it.
"Oh, why does he have to do that whenever he knows he's in trouble? God, I love that smile, but one of these days, I'm going to be immune to it, and then he'll be feeling the wrath of a Marine without coffee!"
I stop strutting towards her, and I know my smile vanished that instant, because she says aloud, "Harm, what's the matter? You're looking at me like I just sprouted another head or something."
I'm about to reply, but then I hear Harriet say, "Oh, he looks like he's gonna be sick!"
So, instead of answering Mac, I turn around and direct my attention at Harriet, "I feel fine, thank you Lieutenant."
Then, I hear Mac behind me say, "He's probably just trying to gain some sympathy before I give him a nice dose of Marine-strength verbal whiplash."
I wheel back around and give her a look that I hope conveys some form of hurt, or at least indignance, at her accusation, and I say, "I think you know me better than that, Mac."
She just gives me this really funny look...the cute one, where she knits her eyebrows and does this sort of pouty thing with her lips. I don't see that look very often, because it's her confused look. Then she says, "I'm sorry, I had no idea I just said that out loud."
Then I give her my best 'yeah, right' look and start to respond, "You-"
"You didn't say anything, Ma'am," Harriet says, effectively cutting off my witty retort. Damn! I've been waiting for the perfect slip-up from her to say it, and now I'll have to wait until she's confused again. Wait...I'm confused...
I turn to Harriet, "I-"
"I didn't think so, either, Harriet, but Harm responded to what I was just thinking." To what she was just thinking? She didn't really say it?
"Wh-"
"Well, nobody else heard anything." Oh, great, now Sturgis has joined in the game.
"Why-"
"Well, not that it's terribly important, but I obviously said it, or the Commander would not have responded." Mac again. Okay, now they're beginning to get really confused, and I'm getting really confused, and I can't even get a word in to just try and take away what I just did...whatever the hell I just did, or heard, or didn't hear, and oh, great,
"Now I'm talking to myself in my head!"
Okay, everyone has stopped, and now I'm just standing here, all eyes in the room on me, then Mac speaks up, talking to me this time, as though I'm a child, "No, Harm, you just talked to yourself really loud in front of the entire office, and now I do think you're ill."
And at that, people start to chuckle and laugh, and the show's over now, because they're all getting back to work. She's still looking at me warily, one eyebrow raised, lips set in an 'I dare you to try something' curve. I would love to just catalog all the things she can do with her lips...
"Oh, geez, he's daydreaming again. And it's that euphoric look that he gets when I know he's thinking about some leggy blonde dressed in heels and nothing else. I bet that's it."
I have now focused all my attention on the fiery-eyed brunette who looks about ready to squeeze every last drop of testosterone from my body and then rip out my...
"HARM!" Whoa, that got my attention.
She silently motions me to her office, and I follow, listening to her muttering things the whole way, hearing them in my head, rather than my ears picking up the sounds. This is crazy...I am hearing Mac's thoughts in my head! And the things she plans to do to me for punishment sound like a fate worse than death. Her thoughts are still raging in my head as I shut the door behind me, bracing myself for what's coming, trying to catch an inkling of what it will be. I turn towards her after shutting the door, and then I very clearly hear,
"Fresh meat."
Yikes! Suddenly, I regret not playing the 'sick' card. I must have hit my head harder than I thought!