See Disclaimers in Chapter One
Hey Everyone, Sorry it's taken me so long to update!! Dekkland
Saturday, 0900 PST San Diego International Airport San Diego, California
Harm and Mac are riding down the escalator. Mac's arm around Harm's waist and his arm are casually draped around Mac's shoulder. They are taking comfort in the fact that since neither is in uniform they can express their feelings freely without gaining any unwanted glances from the various military personnel that might be around.
Unbeknownst to Mac, Harm had placed his arm around Mac in effort to ward off all the men drooling in her direction. For the trip she wore a pair of partially faded hip hugging jeans, (A/N: the ones that are in fashion now) a long caramel suede belt fringes falling knee-length, a multi-colored late sixties swirly pattern peasant top, long sleeves that are cutaway at the elbow and hang freely with fuchsia ruffled edges and a plunging neckline complete with drawstring, platform tan strappy sandals, and turquoise and silver earrings and necklace. With her hair flipped slightly outward and her khaki mesh purse casually hanging from her free shoulder she is a combined image of sassy, fun, and sexy. It was no wonder men stopped dead in their tracks and oggled at the tall beauty with the even taller gentleman escorting her.
Mac did notice the amount of dirty looks being shot her direction by women in the terminal. It was a mix between 'I could eat him alive' and 'You bitch, who do you think you are' She shrugged it off and was inwardly relieved that Harm hadn't seemed to notice any other woman except her.
Harm for his part didn't look too shabby either. He chose to wear a faded pair of jeans slightly frayed at the edges of the ankles, a white un-tucked t-shirt with a loose fitting navy short sleeved button down shirt with a small Quiksilver logo on the outside pocket, a black belt, and a pair of flip flops. He couldn't get more Californian if he tried and Mac didn't mind . he flashed his full flyboy grin to her and was awarded with a tender kiss.
It was after that moment that Mac looked around and noticed all the young men and women around in class A uniforms. She smiled a shy smile to herself, as she did she noticed Harm's questioning look.
I was just thinking that I'm glad we're in civvies today; I wouldn't want my hand to fall asleep returning all their salutes. "
"Yeah, I know what you mean. All these kids makes me think back to my Academy days and how I got nervous whenever I had to greet officers "
"Harmon Rabb, Jr. nervous, who would have imagined. I just didn't want to have to endure glances I'd receive for conspiring with the enemy," she giggles to Harm's puzzled expression.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You silly, last time I checked they didn't teach the glories of Squid life at MCRD. (A/N: Marine Corps Recruit Depot)
"Oh yeah, what do they teach Uncle Sam's Misguided Children"
"Wouldn't you like to know Squid?"
"Hey Marine, U Signed the Motherfucking Contract" Harm couldn't contain his laughter.
"Uh huh," she countered, "And just what did they teach you at the Academy"
"Um, to Never Again Volunteer Yourself"
"That's what I thought Sailor"
As they were carrying on with their playful banter Mac spots a uniformed driver carrying a sign reading, 'MacKenzie-Rabb'. She tugs on Harm's sleeve to signal him.
"Harm, did your Mom and Frank mention anything about a driver?"
Harm gives a confused expression, "Huh? What are talking about?"
"Oh, no she didn't but maybe we should check that out"
Harm and Mac strolled over to the man hand in hand. The gentleman greeted them warmly, "Commander Rabb and Lt. Col. MacKenzie?"
"Yes, that's us," Harm replied.
" This note was left for me to deliver to you,"
Harm took the note from the Driver and read aloud:
Dear Harm and Sarah, My apologies to you both as Frank and I are unable to meet your flight. Frank was called away on business and my presence is required. We've taken care the liberty hiring a driver for your disposal. Also, the house is in the middle of renovations so we've also taken care of accommodations. Take care darlings and Harmon be sure to give that Marine of yours a hug and a kiss from both Frank and I" Love, Mom
Mac smiled, as she knew what was about to take place. "Well, you heard Mom," he picked up Mac at the waist twirled her around in an embrace and brought her down with a kiss.
"Harm somehow I didn't envision Trish and Frank greeting me in quite that fashion, but I'm not complaining," she smiled as she said it.
The Driver inwardly found himself envious of the couple and the happiness that their aura shouted out. He silently led the way to their black limousine. Just as he was to open the door and offer Mac a hand, Harm beat him to it. She thanked both men and slip into the soft leather seats. As the departed the airport Harm picked up the intercom and dialed the driver,
"Sir, will you be so kind as to tell us where we will be staying"
"Sir, there is no need to call me 'sir'. My name is Ted and I have instructions to take you both to the Hotel Del Coronado"
Harm grinned, "Well Ted, that sounds perfect, and please call Harm"
"Well Sir as much as I appreciate the offer, I'm afraid I'll have to decline your offer, I am after all in your employee" he liked the Commander and Colonel, they seemed like good people.
Ted took the scenic route to Coronado Island by way of the San Diego Bay and Harm couldn't resist pointing out the USS Stennis and USS Constellation docked at NAS North Island across the bay as they drove by. Mac knew he was in heaven, not only were they on a trip together but there were two carriers in port too.
Mac took this time, (the entire 15min and 38 seconds of their car ride) to take in the sights. Usually they were in San Diego for such durations and then only hung out in La Jolla visiting Harm's parents while working on cases at one of the seven basses in town. This time however was all for them, they needn't be concerned with anything business related, well, except one small issue, but that was still to come. Crossing over the San Diego-Coronado Bay Bridge she looked to her left and saw the 32nd Street Naval base with it's fleet and to the right her best friend/partner/lovers gaze. Just as she was thinking life couldn't possibly be any better they pulled up the historic Hotel Del Coronado.
Hey Everyone, Sorry it's taken me so long to update!! Dekkland
Saturday, 0900 PST San Diego International Airport San Diego, California
Harm and Mac are riding down the escalator. Mac's arm around Harm's waist and his arm are casually draped around Mac's shoulder. They are taking comfort in the fact that since neither is in uniform they can express their feelings freely without gaining any unwanted glances from the various military personnel that might be around.
Unbeknownst to Mac, Harm had placed his arm around Mac in effort to ward off all the men drooling in her direction. For the trip she wore a pair of partially faded hip hugging jeans, (A/N: the ones that are in fashion now) a long caramel suede belt fringes falling knee-length, a multi-colored late sixties swirly pattern peasant top, long sleeves that are cutaway at the elbow and hang freely with fuchsia ruffled edges and a plunging neckline complete with drawstring, platform tan strappy sandals, and turquoise and silver earrings and necklace. With her hair flipped slightly outward and her khaki mesh purse casually hanging from her free shoulder she is a combined image of sassy, fun, and sexy. It was no wonder men stopped dead in their tracks and oggled at the tall beauty with the even taller gentleman escorting her.
Mac did notice the amount of dirty looks being shot her direction by women in the terminal. It was a mix between 'I could eat him alive' and 'You bitch, who do you think you are' She shrugged it off and was inwardly relieved that Harm hadn't seemed to notice any other woman except her.
Harm for his part didn't look too shabby either. He chose to wear a faded pair of jeans slightly frayed at the edges of the ankles, a white un-tucked t-shirt with a loose fitting navy short sleeved button down shirt with a small Quiksilver logo on the outside pocket, a black belt, and a pair of flip flops. He couldn't get more Californian if he tried and Mac didn't mind . he flashed his full flyboy grin to her and was awarded with a tender kiss.
It was after that moment that Mac looked around and noticed all the young men and women around in class A uniforms. She smiled a shy smile to herself, as she did she noticed Harm's questioning look.
I was just thinking that I'm glad we're in civvies today; I wouldn't want my hand to fall asleep returning all their salutes. "
"Yeah, I know what you mean. All these kids makes me think back to my Academy days and how I got nervous whenever I had to greet officers "
"Harmon Rabb, Jr. nervous, who would have imagined. I just didn't want to have to endure glances I'd receive for conspiring with the enemy," she giggles to Harm's puzzled expression.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You silly, last time I checked they didn't teach the glories of Squid life at MCRD. (A/N: Marine Corps Recruit Depot)
"Oh yeah, what do they teach Uncle Sam's Misguided Children"
"Wouldn't you like to know Squid?"
"Hey Marine, U Signed the Motherfucking Contract" Harm couldn't contain his laughter.
"Uh huh," she countered, "And just what did they teach you at the Academy"
"Um, to Never Again Volunteer Yourself"
"That's what I thought Sailor"
As they were carrying on with their playful banter Mac spots a uniformed driver carrying a sign reading, 'MacKenzie-Rabb'. She tugs on Harm's sleeve to signal him.
"Harm, did your Mom and Frank mention anything about a driver?"
Harm gives a confused expression, "Huh? What are talking about?"
"Oh, no she didn't but maybe we should check that out"
Harm and Mac strolled over to the man hand in hand. The gentleman greeted them warmly, "Commander Rabb and Lt. Col. MacKenzie?"
"Yes, that's us," Harm replied.
" This note was left for me to deliver to you,"
Harm took the note from the Driver and read aloud:
Dear Harm and Sarah, My apologies to you both as Frank and I are unable to meet your flight. Frank was called away on business and my presence is required. We've taken care the liberty hiring a driver for your disposal. Also, the house is in the middle of renovations so we've also taken care of accommodations. Take care darlings and Harmon be sure to give that Marine of yours a hug and a kiss from both Frank and I" Love, Mom
Mac smiled, as she knew what was about to take place. "Well, you heard Mom," he picked up Mac at the waist twirled her around in an embrace and brought her down with a kiss.
"Harm somehow I didn't envision Trish and Frank greeting me in quite that fashion, but I'm not complaining," she smiled as she said it.
The Driver inwardly found himself envious of the couple and the happiness that their aura shouted out. He silently led the way to their black limousine. Just as he was to open the door and offer Mac a hand, Harm beat him to it. She thanked both men and slip into the soft leather seats. As the departed the airport Harm picked up the intercom and dialed the driver,
"Sir, will you be so kind as to tell us where we will be staying"
"Sir, there is no need to call me 'sir'. My name is Ted and I have instructions to take you both to the Hotel Del Coronado"
Harm grinned, "Well Ted, that sounds perfect, and please call Harm"
"Well Sir as much as I appreciate the offer, I'm afraid I'll have to decline your offer, I am after all in your employee" he liked the Commander and Colonel, they seemed like good people.
Ted took the scenic route to Coronado Island by way of the San Diego Bay and Harm couldn't resist pointing out the USS Stennis and USS Constellation docked at NAS North Island across the bay as they drove by. Mac knew he was in heaven, not only were they on a trip together but there were two carriers in port too.
Mac took this time, (the entire 15min and 38 seconds of their car ride) to take in the sights. Usually they were in San Diego for such durations and then only hung out in La Jolla visiting Harm's parents while working on cases at one of the seven basses in town. This time however was all for them, they needn't be concerned with anything business related, well, except one small issue, but that was still to come. Crossing over the San Diego-Coronado Bay Bridge she looked to her left and saw the 32nd Street Naval base with it's fleet and to the right her best friend/partner/lovers gaze. Just as she was thinking life couldn't possibly be any better they pulled up the historic Hotel Del Coronado.