AN: Not quite smutty but, funny and follows my BOB universe. I'll post the third in this mini series soon. :)

Title: BOBs Not The Only Thing That Buzzes

Author: Jackie

Summary: Harm, Mac and BOB are at it again. But is it really BOB?

2300 Local

Mac's Apartment

Georgetown

"I'm a dead man." Harm said softly as he rode the elevator up to Mac's floor. He studied his watch noting that he was two hours late. "Yep, she's going to use some Marine death tactic to kill me. Then she's gonna skin me & mount me over the fireplace." He sighed deeply, bracing for the worst and hoping for the best.

It had been, roughly, about a month since the BOB incident which had, effectively, brought them together. Who would have thought that a vibrator had so much 'power.' Since then, 90% of their time was spent together. Today though, was one of those days that Harm and Mac couldn't seem to connect. They both had appointments outside of JAG, their lunch date needed to be canceled when Harm was called back to Norfolk. There was one light at the end of the tunnel: When Harm checked the messages on his cell phone, Mac's sweet voice purred at him. 'My place nine, sharp. I'll be waiting for you, sexy.' The thoughts were already making him giddy.

Harm hesitated for just a moment before using his key to open the door. He would have called and told her that he was going to be late, but the cell phone's battery died in route from Norfolk. All he could do now was cross his fingers and hope she would forgive him. Just in case, he'd brought a dozen yellow and pink tulips, her favorite, which he was fluffing before walking in.

There was some light rock playing on the radio, candles were set up all over the room, but not lit. The table was set for two. It was obvious that she had been waiting for him. "Ma. . ." Words failed him as he stepped into her apartment to hear this low buzzing sound coming from her bedroom. Almost immediately, a mischievous grin appeared on Harm's face. After placing his briefcase next to the door & the flowers on top of it, he began to swiftly disrobe. "Yes!" He said quietly, not wanting to disturb whatever was going on in Mac's bedroom.

It had been a few days after their first BOB encounter when Mac had teased him about giving him a little show. Ever since, he'd been waiting patiently for said show. Harm figured she'd forgotten but now. . . He heard a few noises from the bedroom which was only getting him more giddy. "Oh God!" Mac called out from the bedroom. Then he heard a giggle, followed by a, "Wow! It's working!"

Harm's mouth went dry, he needed to hurry else he was going to miss the show. Quickly, he discarded his underwear, tossing it in the pile with the rest of his uniform, leaving only the dog tags. Grabbing the flowers, he strutted towards the bedroom, grinning like an idiot at what he was going to catch Mac doing. "Sooooo. . . what took you so long to give me a little. . . BUD! HARRIET!"

Mac, Bud and Harriet sat on the bed, along with a black laptop and several other computer parts. "UH, Commander, uh. . .ss-sir?" Bud said, face red with embarrassment as Harm used the tulips to cover his uh. . . package.

"I'll be in the living room." He walked backwards out of the room, not wanting to turn around to give them another show. Embarrassed, he went through the pile of clothing, shaking as he worked on putting on his boxer shorts.

Harriet and Bud turned to Mac who was trying not to laugh. "Uh, excuse us for just a second." She slipped out of the bedroom and to the living room where a bright faced, Harmon Rabb Junior was fumbling with the buttons of his dress shirt. "I am trying not to laugh at this, but. . ."

"I'll be laughing tomorrow, I'm sure." He said, irritated as he zipped up his pants.

Mac smirked. "Didn't get my message, huh?"

Harm raised his eyebrows in shock. "Uh, yes I did, which is why. . . oh, never mind."

"Not that message, Harm. . . the other one telling you that Harriet and Bud were dropping by."

Harm grabbed his suit jacket, pulled out the cell phone and handed it to her. "Damned thing decided to die on the way over."

"The tulips are lovely." She said with a smile, motioning over to the flowers that were laying on the coffee table. "But the messenger is even lovelier."

"Hmpf." He huffed, not finding any type of amusement in the situation. "Don't try to sass me MacKenzie, this has got to be the most embarrassing day of my whole life!" He was going to say something else, but the buzzing noise started again and Harm's face paled. "And what the HELL is that buzzing noise?"

"My laptop."

"Laptop?!" He choked out, eyebrows hitting his hairline. "Laptop?!"

Mac studied him for a moment. "What did you think it was. . . oh!" As the thought of BOB dawned on her, she started laughing again. "Oh God. . . That's . . . that's funny."

Harm was trying to stay serious, but it wasn't working. Soon he was laughing right along with her. "I mean I walk in and hear you giggling and going 'Oh God.' What was I supposed to think? And how the hell does a laptop sound like that?!"

Mac was grinning like a Cheshire cat. "BOB's not the only thing that buzzes, you know." Chuckling, she took his hand leading him back to the bedroom to join Harriet and Bud who were still, rather, embarrassed for Harm. "Something fried something else and it started doing some loud buzzing noise."

Bud nodded. "Yes, sir and since Harriet and I were having dinner in Georgetown, I told the Colonel I'd drop by."

"I see." Harm said with a smirk.

"What did you think it was, sir?" Harriet said with a very non-innocent looking smirk.

"BOB, Harriet. . . I thought it was BOB." Harm said with a smirk and joined his friends as Bud tried to de-buzz Mac's laptop.

AN: NO IDEA why Bud and Harriet were in Mac's bedroom, it just happened! Things happen! It's FanFic Magik! ;)