Disclaimer: I don't own JAG, or the Characters. No infringement intended.
Spoilers: Boomerang II, and others I'm sure, though I don't know specifically.
The sun was setting in the east, and Harm was just about to pack up his things and head home when Mac knocked on the door.
"Ready?" She asked. He looked confused, but only for a moment. The memory dawned on him, and he shrugged.
"I forgot, wonder how that happened? Yeah, sure lets go." The two officers walked out of their work building and stood next to their cars. The night air was heavy with D.C. humidity. There was a slight breeze from the South, and the clouds, looking like silver slivers, lined the sky.
"I'll follow you." Mac said, getting into her corvette. '*I'm glad Webb didn't want to borrow my car*' she thought. She started the car and the engine hummed with anticipation of being driven. Harm nodded and stepped up into his SUV. He liked it well enough, but it was no sports car. He remembered the day his car had been stolen and stripped. He bought the Lexus on a spur of the moment, and the very next day, Mac had pulled into work driving her very own Corvette. He smiled at the memory. She had looked like a little girl in a candy shop driving that speed demon.
They inched their way through the restricted areas and found themselves on the high way. Harm was trying not to imagine all the things Webb could do in his car, that he prefer him not to. It was a nightmare. Yet some how, he had to know what Webb was up to.
Harm stood at the garage that housed his corvette. Mac stood, arms crossed, beside him. Harm sighed loudly, making his feelings quite clear. Mac knew that Harm was feeling a little anxious, but personally she felt right where she belonged: next to him.
"He's the one who needs the favor, you'd figure him to be on time." Harm leaned a shoulder on the garage door. "I should leave right now."
"Maybe he got stuck in traffic." Mac offered helplessly.
"When was the last time Webb used the excuse caught in traffic?" Harm snorted. Mac moved next to her car and leaned on the bumper.
"My feet are killing me." She said, taking her shoe off and balancing her left foot on her right knee and massaging it. Harm grinned at her. "What?" She asked, seeing his look.
"A good man, kids, and lots of comfortable shoes." Harm repeated Mac's simple life wants. "Well you have one of the three."
"I, unfortunately, don't have comfortable shoes." She argued.
"Yeah but you found your good man." Harm reminded her. Mac sighed at this. Had she really? Wasn't her "good man" leaning against a garage door at that moment? No, it was Mic, her fiancé.
"Mic, Mac." Harm spoke into her thoughts.
"I know!" Mac defended her pause. The two JAG Officers had waited twenty-six minutes and thirty-seven seconds according to Mac. They were just about to leave, which didn't disappoint Harm, when they spotted headlights coming towards them.
"Sorry I'm late; stuck in traffic." Clayton Webb offered an excuse. Mac smiled "Colonel MacKenzie!" Webb added enthusiastically.
"Never mind Webb." Harm demanded. "Why in the hell do you need my car? You better start convincing me because I basically changed my mind standing here waiting for you." Harm interrupted their exchange.
"Harm, you know I can't tell you!"
"WEBB!" Harm said, eyes widening in the beginning of fury. Mac loved to watch Harm in this state. He was so persuasive. However, she knew this attitude would do him no good, nor get him the information he sought.
"Clay…" Mac began, interrupting Harm's prosecutor mode. "It would put the Commanders mind at ease if he had a slight idea of what you were planning to do with his car. After all, she's his baby." Mac had sidled up to Webb, almost batting her lashes, but deciding against it. That was coming on too strong.
"I can't. I…" Webb stuttered.
"Just a hint?" Mac begged. Harm had calmed down and stood back to watch the master at work. '*She is amazing*' he thought. '*Stay focused*' He reminded himself.
"Fine." Webb gave in, knowing he wouldn't get out of this without some sort of information. "It's not exciting."
"Maybe not for you!" Harm said. "It's not your car!"
"I need it for a stake-out. Now that's all I can say."
"What in the hell do you need at 1965 Corvette Convertible in a stake- out for?" Harm demanded. Mac had stepped back. She pat Harm on the arm, signaling him that she had it under control. Basically telling him to back off.
"Webb." Mac said quietly. That was all she needed.
"I have to go to a car show, on a stake-out. I will be going undercover, now I know that sounds stupid, but it isn't, and when it is all done, I will explain everything. I promise Harm." Webb took a breath after his explanation. Harm didn't move. Mac turned to face harm and shrugged a shoulder. "Good enough?" She mouthed to him. Harm nodded slightly.
"Okay Webb." Harm unlocked the garage door, and pushed it aside, revealing his corvette inside. "You can take her, but as I said, one scratch and not only will I make the CIA pay for it, I'll make you fix her by hand."
"I get the picture. Thanks Harm." He moved passed him and was standing next to the car door. "I don't have a lot of time." Harm tossed him the keys from where he stood. Webb got in started the engine, backed out, and with a wave was gone into the night. Harm stood silently for a moment. Reflecting on his decision, and somewhere deep inside he had a bad feeling about the whole matter. Mac looked sympathetically at her partner.
"Come on Harm I'll buy you a drink." She grabbed his arm and led him to his SUV.
"Your on," was all he could say.
Mic paced Sarah's apartment floor. Where was she? He checked his watch. He had been waiting for her for two hours. He didn't want to worry about her, especially since he was angry with her. But he couldn't help the feeling of dread he felt in the pit of his stomach. All sorts of different scenarios played through his mind as waited. He had been waiting for two hours, and finally decided to call her.
Mac sat at a table at McMurphy's with Harm, sipping her diet coke. She had been trying to cheer him up for the past forty-three minutes. It worked to a certain extent. He was more relaxed. But that could have been due to having a couple of beers in him.
"Thanks Mac." Harm simply said.
"What are friends for?" Mac smiled. Friends, was that all they were? That is all they could be. She was engaged to a different man. Her head was spinning. She knew she loved Mic, but she started to wonder if she was IN love with him. He didn't understand her very well. Harm knew her better then anyone, and could some times read her mind. She sighed. Harm heard this, and looked deeply into her eyes.
"Mac?" He asked. "What's wrong?"
"Huh?" She hadn't realized her sigh had been heard. "Nothing really."
"Talk to me here. Are you sure?"
"I was just thinking. We've been through a lot together haven't we?"
"We sure have. And then some!"
"Ever wonder how we made it through?" She asked, a little desperately.
"No" He answered seriously. "Never."
"Why not?"
"Because we had each other."
"Had?" She asked, eyes growing soft.
"Do we still have each other Mac?" Harm whispered almost inaudibly.
"I…" Mac began just as her cell phone rang. She cursed herself for not turning it off.
"MacKenzie?" She answered.
"Where are you?" Came the question from the other end of the phone.
"Mic?"
"Yeah it's me, I have been worried sick, where are you?"
"I'm at the bar. Worried?" She screwed up her face in a confused, and semi annoyed manner.
"Did you forget we have dinner plans tonight?" Mic felt as though he had been stabbed through the heart with a dart. He felt betrayed. She had forgotten him, again.
"Oh, Mic, I completely forgot. I'm so sorry. I'll be right home." She hung up her phone and looked at Harm. "Gotta go." She said, but she was sad. She didn't want to leave him. "Are you going to be okay?"
"Of course! Go Mac." Harm replied, playing the supportive best friend. "Go to Brumby." He hated himself for saying that. And did that man have the worst timing or what?
"See you tomorrow." Mac stated, and was out the door.
"Yeah, see you tomorrow." Harm whispered. '*Damnit*'
Spoilers: Boomerang II, and others I'm sure, though I don't know specifically.
The sun was setting in the east, and Harm was just about to pack up his things and head home when Mac knocked on the door.
"Ready?" She asked. He looked confused, but only for a moment. The memory dawned on him, and he shrugged.
"I forgot, wonder how that happened? Yeah, sure lets go." The two officers walked out of their work building and stood next to their cars. The night air was heavy with D.C. humidity. There was a slight breeze from the South, and the clouds, looking like silver slivers, lined the sky.
"I'll follow you." Mac said, getting into her corvette. '*I'm glad Webb didn't want to borrow my car*' she thought. She started the car and the engine hummed with anticipation of being driven. Harm nodded and stepped up into his SUV. He liked it well enough, but it was no sports car. He remembered the day his car had been stolen and stripped. He bought the Lexus on a spur of the moment, and the very next day, Mac had pulled into work driving her very own Corvette. He smiled at the memory. She had looked like a little girl in a candy shop driving that speed demon.
They inched their way through the restricted areas and found themselves on the high way. Harm was trying not to imagine all the things Webb could do in his car, that he prefer him not to. It was a nightmare. Yet some how, he had to know what Webb was up to.
Harm stood at the garage that housed his corvette. Mac stood, arms crossed, beside him. Harm sighed loudly, making his feelings quite clear. Mac knew that Harm was feeling a little anxious, but personally she felt right where she belonged: next to him.
"He's the one who needs the favor, you'd figure him to be on time." Harm leaned a shoulder on the garage door. "I should leave right now."
"Maybe he got stuck in traffic." Mac offered helplessly.
"When was the last time Webb used the excuse caught in traffic?" Harm snorted. Mac moved next to her car and leaned on the bumper.
"My feet are killing me." She said, taking her shoe off and balancing her left foot on her right knee and massaging it. Harm grinned at her. "What?" She asked, seeing his look.
"A good man, kids, and lots of comfortable shoes." Harm repeated Mac's simple life wants. "Well you have one of the three."
"I, unfortunately, don't have comfortable shoes." She argued.
"Yeah but you found your good man." Harm reminded her. Mac sighed at this. Had she really? Wasn't her "good man" leaning against a garage door at that moment? No, it was Mic, her fiancé.
"Mic, Mac." Harm spoke into her thoughts.
"I know!" Mac defended her pause. The two JAG Officers had waited twenty-six minutes and thirty-seven seconds according to Mac. They were just about to leave, which didn't disappoint Harm, when they spotted headlights coming towards them.
"Sorry I'm late; stuck in traffic." Clayton Webb offered an excuse. Mac smiled "Colonel MacKenzie!" Webb added enthusiastically.
"Never mind Webb." Harm demanded. "Why in the hell do you need my car? You better start convincing me because I basically changed my mind standing here waiting for you." Harm interrupted their exchange.
"Harm, you know I can't tell you!"
"WEBB!" Harm said, eyes widening in the beginning of fury. Mac loved to watch Harm in this state. He was so persuasive. However, she knew this attitude would do him no good, nor get him the information he sought.
"Clay…" Mac began, interrupting Harm's prosecutor mode. "It would put the Commanders mind at ease if he had a slight idea of what you were planning to do with his car. After all, she's his baby." Mac had sidled up to Webb, almost batting her lashes, but deciding against it. That was coming on too strong.
"I can't. I…" Webb stuttered.
"Just a hint?" Mac begged. Harm had calmed down and stood back to watch the master at work. '*She is amazing*' he thought. '*Stay focused*' He reminded himself.
"Fine." Webb gave in, knowing he wouldn't get out of this without some sort of information. "It's not exciting."
"Maybe not for you!" Harm said. "It's not your car!"
"I need it for a stake-out. Now that's all I can say."
"What in the hell do you need at 1965 Corvette Convertible in a stake- out for?" Harm demanded. Mac had stepped back. She pat Harm on the arm, signaling him that she had it under control. Basically telling him to back off.
"Webb." Mac said quietly. That was all she needed.
"I have to go to a car show, on a stake-out. I will be going undercover, now I know that sounds stupid, but it isn't, and when it is all done, I will explain everything. I promise Harm." Webb took a breath after his explanation. Harm didn't move. Mac turned to face harm and shrugged a shoulder. "Good enough?" She mouthed to him. Harm nodded slightly.
"Okay Webb." Harm unlocked the garage door, and pushed it aside, revealing his corvette inside. "You can take her, but as I said, one scratch and not only will I make the CIA pay for it, I'll make you fix her by hand."
"I get the picture. Thanks Harm." He moved passed him and was standing next to the car door. "I don't have a lot of time." Harm tossed him the keys from where he stood. Webb got in started the engine, backed out, and with a wave was gone into the night. Harm stood silently for a moment. Reflecting on his decision, and somewhere deep inside he had a bad feeling about the whole matter. Mac looked sympathetically at her partner.
"Come on Harm I'll buy you a drink." She grabbed his arm and led him to his SUV.
"Your on," was all he could say.
Mic paced Sarah's apartment floor. Where was she? He checked his watch. He had been waiting for her for two hours. He didn't want to worry about her, especially since he was angry with her. But he couldn't help the feeling of dread he felt in the pit of his stomach. All sorts of different scenarios played through his mind as waited. He had been waiting for two hours, and finally decided to call her.
Mac sat at a table at McMurphy's with Harm, sipping her diet coke. She had been trying to cheer him up for the past forty-three minutes. It worked to a certain extent. He was more relaxed. But that could have been due to having a couple of beers in him.
"Thanks Mac." Harm simply said.
"What are friends for?" Mac smiled. Friends, was that all they were? That is all they could be. She was engaged to a different man. Her head was spinning. She knew she loved Mic, but she started to wonder if she was IN love with him. He didn't understand her very well. Harm knew her better then anyone, and could some times read her mind. She sighed. Harm heard this, and looked deeply into her eyes.
"Mac?" He asked. "What's wrong?"
"Huh?" She hadn't realized her sigh had been heard. "Nothing really."
"Talk to me here. Are you sure?"
"I was just thinking. We've been through a lot together haven't we?"
"We sure have. And then some!"
"Ever wonder how we made it through?" She asked, a little desperately.
"No" He answered seriously. "Never."
"Why not?"
"Because we had each other."
"Had?" She asked, eyes growing soft.
"Do we still have each other Mac?" Harm whispered almost inaudibly.
"I…" Mac began just as her cell phone rang. She cursed herself for not turning it off.
"MacKenzie?" She answered.
"Where are you?" Came the question from the other end of the phone.
"Mic?"
"Yeah it's me, I have been worried sick, where are you?"
"I'm at the bar. Worried?" She screwed up her face in a confused, and semi annoyed manner.
"Did you forget we have dinner plans tonight?" Mic felt as though he had been stabbed through the heart with a dart. He felt betrayed. She had forgotten him, again.
"Oh, Mic, I completely forgot. I'm so sorry. I'll be right home." She hung up her phone and looked at Harm. "Gotta go." She said, but she was sad. She didn't want to leave him. "Are you going to be okay?"
"Of course! Go Mac." Harm replied, playing the supportive best friend. "Go to Brumby." He hated himself for saying that. And did that man have the worst timing or what?
"See you tomorrow." Mac stated, and was out the door.
"Yeah, see you tomorrow." Harm whispered. '*Damnit*'
