Title: Headaches

Author: rooster dawn

Classification: Harm/Mac

Spoiler: Death Watch

Summary : After Bud's death life goes on at JAG. Old friends return. One of them finds out you shouldn't mess with a marine.

Disclaimers: The characters of JAG are the property of Donald Bellisario and Bellisarius Production, Inc.

Feedback is greatly appreciated and welcomed.

part 4

1200 hours

8 Aug 2002

Pentagon

Allison had been back at JAG for two weeks. She had been very busy catching up with what was happening in Washington during her time away. She met a few old friends at the pentagon to find out what they knew about the prominent players at JAG.

One friend in particular was Commander Teddy Lindsey. She was surprise to see that he was still a commander. She thought he would have made captain by now, after all he had been working for the Secretary of Navy for quite a few years. There wasn't a more important job in the Navy.

"Ted, how are you doing? It's so nice to see you again." greeted Allison with a smile.

"Allison, it's nice to see you again too. I'm doing okay. What are you doing back here in Washington?" asked Ted.

"I'm back here at JAG Headquarters. I'm in charge of training the young lieutenants in the finer art of prosecution." smiled Allison.

"Sounds interesting Allison. I'm surprise that the Admiral had a spot open for you. I've been trying to get back to JAG for the last three years." replied Ted a little angrily.

"You still working for the SecNav?" asked Allison.

"Yeah, I thought it would be a good opportunity for career advancement at the time, unfortunately it seems to have had the opposite effect." Ted replied disappointedly.

"Yeah, I am surprise to see you haven't made Captain yet." agreed Allison.

"I don't know why I haven't for sure, but if I had to guess there are two possibilities." answered Ted.

"I don't understand Ted, you are a good officer. You have a good record with no dings. You keep your nose clean." snarled Allison.

"That's true, but my record dealing with the poster boy of the Navy and poster girl of the Marines aren't." answered Ted.

"What do you mean Ted? Who are you talking about?" asked a confused Allison.

"Well I'm sure you are well aware that Commander Rabb is the Navy poster boy. They even did a commercial with him a few years ago representing the best that the Navy has to offer.

Even though he has screwed up many times, he has become a folk hero around Washington. Saving the life of the Romanian Princess, Admiral Tom Boone, saving the battle fleet in the Arabian Sea from the dirty nuke last spring, just to name a few." explained Ted.

"So what's your problem with him? You were his CO as acting JAG for a few months." pondered Allison.

"That's the real problem I believe. While I was the acting JAG, Commander Rabb sort of ran all over me convincing me what he was doing was in the best interest of the Navy. He usually made sure I got all the credit.

But what I believe now is, Admiral Cheggewidden thought I was a poor commanding officer since I couldn't control Rabb. He's seen what the Commander can do and probably thinks I took credit for what the Commander did. I believe it's been a black mark in his eyes ever since." explained Ted.

"Nobody can control Commander Rabb. The Admiral certainly couldn't when I was here before." laughed Allison.

"You're maybe right about the Admiral, but there has been one person who has been able to control him." replied Ted.

"No way Teddy. Rabb is uncontrollable, he's a loose cannon. He always finds some way to screw up. Who is this person who's supposedly can control him?" asked Allison in total disbelief.

"One Lieutenant Colonel Sarah MacKenzie, known as Mac to the JAG staff." replied Ted.

"Impossible Teddy, there's no way Rabb would allow a marine to keep him in line." yelped Allison.

"Believe it Allison. She's as pigheaded and stubborn as he is. They have been partners for six years. While Rabb has screwed up a few times, it hasn't been very often in the last six years.

Commander Rabb is considered the best lawyer in JAG, but there are many who think Colonel MacKenzie may actually be better. That's why she made Lieutenant Colonel before Rabb made Commander. It's why she is the Admiral's Chief of Staff, not Rabb." replied Ted.

"No way Ted. I'm the best prosecutor in the Navy. That's why the Admiral assigned me the duty to train the young lieutenants of JAG how to become better prosecutors." argued Allison.

"There's no doubt that you are one of the best prosecutors in the Navy Allison, but don't underestimate Colonel Mackenzie. She is very good." answered Ted.

"What's your trial record Allison? What is your conviction rate?" He wanted to prove a point about how good Harm and Mac really were.

"I win about ninety percent of my cases I prosecute." replied Allison with satisfaction.

"That's very good Allison, but Colonel MacKenzie wins about ninety seven percent of her cases. All but one or two of the cases she has lost have been to Commander Rabb. She beats everyone else." replied Ted.

"And Commander Rabb has a better record then Colonel MacKenzie?" asked Allison in total disbelief.

"Yep, Commander Rabb wins just under ninety nine percent of his cases, having lost only once to Colonel MacKenzie." answered Ted.

"So you can see they are very good. They have a lot of pull with the Admiral too. That's why Colonel MacKenzie is the chief of staff and you're not. Also consider this, you're mainly a prosecutor, MacKenzie and Rabb can prosecute and defend equally as well." finished Ted.

Allison got into her car. She had a lot to think about. She found it very hard to believe what she was hearing about Harm and Mac. Nobody was that good. She might have to work a little harder to gain the Admiral's complete trust again.

1145 hours

10 Aug 2002

JAG Headquarters

A few days later Allison knocked on Harm's office door before entering. Since it seemed that Harm was the only one capable of beating Mac, she believed she should seek him out and get some tips. It was as good as any excuse she thought of to see Harm.

"What can I do for you Captain?" asked Harm warily as he saw that look of sexual wanton in Allison's eyes. The one he hadn't seen in six years that said "I want your body."

"I was looking over some personnel files. I'm looking for the best candidate to assist me on a case I'm prosecuting against Colonel MacKenzie's client.

I would like to go over some files over dinner with you, maybe even come up with a plan of attack against the Colonel's defense." smiled Allison.

"Sorry Captain, no can do. I have plans for tonight." replied Harm.

"How about lunch then?" asked a disappointed Allison as she continued to push.

"As long as you keep it business, then yes." replied Harm.

"As for helping you against Mac, you're on your own. I try to stay away from going up against her. She's too hard to beat." smiled Harm.

"That's not what I heard." replied Allison.

"What have you heard?" asked Harm warily.

"That you never lose Commander." replied Allison.

"Who told you that?" asked Harm shaking his head.

"It's the general consensus around Washington." flirted Allison.

"You shouldn't believe everything you hear Allison." replied an amused Harm.

Two hours later Harm was in Mac's office to talk about what she wanted to do after work. He wanted tonight to be special.

"What do you want to do tonight Harm?" asked Mac with a smile.

"Not having dinner with Allison. After six years she still wants to jump my bones." laughed Harm.

"What did she do Harm?" asked an annoyed Mac.

"She wanted me to go to dinner with her. She used the pretext of going over personnel files and developing a strategy to use against you in court." smiled Harm.

"What is it with you and blond bimbos Harm?" replied Mac shaking her head.

"I told her I would go to lunch with her since you were in court all day." smiled Harm.

"Don't worry I know how to handle her. I'll let her down gently."

"From what I heard from Meg, she likes the ones who play hard to get. She enjoys pain. Just keep her out of our personal life okay Harm." urged Mac.

"Yes Ma'am!" replied Harm with a grin.

Friday

1600 hours

15 Aug 2002

JAG Headquarters

Mac had spent the better part of the day trying to come up with a scheme to let Allison know that Harm was off limits and that she better not mess around with a marine. Finally an idea came to her.

"Do you do any kick boxing Allison?" asked Mac curiously.

"Yeah, a little. Usually after I spend a day with a difficult client who doesn't want to see the light." grinned Allison.

"I'm not very good, but I do like working up a sweat. I usually feel better after a workout."

"I'm going down to the local gym after work to work out. You want to come along and do some sparring?" smiled Mac.

When I get through with you, you won't be feeling better. You'll be hurting. The pleasure will be all mind and the pain will be all yours.

"Sure, what time?" asked Allison excitedly.

She thought this would be a good time to find out more about Mac. They could talk as they sparred. She could get Mac talking about Harm. Was he seeing anyone? Was there anything going on between her and Harm?

She wasn't too concern about getting hurt. Even though Mac had a few inches on her Mac looked more like a beauty queen than the typical muscle bound jarhead. She might even have to take it easy on her.

"How about in a hour. I'll give you directions to the gym." smiled Mac. She was going to enjoy this. Allison looked ripe for the picking. She was over eager for some reason, maybe she looking to bond with her.

It had been a long time since she had to teach another woman a lesson about staying away from her flyboy. But she was going to enjoy it.

She hadn't had this much fun since she kicked that young Russian officer's six a couple of years ago. It always amazed her how people seem to underestimate her abilities.

Even though she wasn't the biggest woman around, Meg proved that, she wasn't exactly little either.

She was five feet nine inches tall, considered quite tall for a woman. She also had long arms and powerful legs, ideal for kickboxing. She was going to enjoy wiping that smug look off Allison's face.