DEEP TALK 8/10
Authors: Damngunnyshot and LeE
Classification: Romance, Some Humor H/M
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimers: JAG doesn't belong to us. It belongs to DPB and CBS. We were just having some fun...
A.N. from Shannon: When Lilly suggested writing a story together, I figured 'oh sure, that'll be fun. Lilly's a great writer. Shouldn't take us too long'. Two outta three ain't bad, right? It *was* fun and you *are* a great writer, and I would like to thank you for being a great co-author! Your humour has gotten me through this experience and it has been a pleasure to work with you. You, the readers, may notice inconsistencies with spellings of certain words. This used to be a direct result of an American (Lilly) co-authoring with a Canadian (me), although I think I'm rubbing off on her-she's starting to spell like a Canadian :-) LOL!!
A.N. from Lilly: Well, what a ride huh Shannon? We certainly had fun writing this, and you're right: it *was* fun, and it *did* take us longer than we expected, but hey! We got it done! :) I guess with both of us being beta readers as well as writers, it was bound to take a little longer...:) Well, if it were for me, this story would've been 1,000 pages long, so I know for a fact we never would've gotten all the ideas in paper had it not been for my great co-author that always kept us on the right track when the ideas were flying everywhere. Thanks Shannon!! As for my "inconsistencies" in spelling, well I can neither confirm nor deny that rumour (rumor?) LOL...
Feedback: If you feel inclined to do so, please send feedback to Lilly at lee_81881@yahoo.com or to Shannon at damngunnyshot@yahoo.com Thanks!
*FROM PART 7*
"Harm, promise you'll let me love you forever" Mac whispered against his neck, as he still rested hidden deep inside her minutes after their worlds had merged into one.
Reaching her angelic face with a hand he traced her features with a gentleness he never knew he was capable of. "I promise. I'll love you forever, Sarah" and offering bright smile, she claimed his lips once more, trying to figure out how she'd gone so long without having him this way.
PART 8
NEXT DAY
JAG HQ
ADMIRAL'S OFFICE
"I trust that whatever the cause for your disagreement earlier this week it has already been resolved and put to rest?" the Admiral spoke in a stern tone, while fighting to keep the smile from invading his lips.
"Yes, Sir" they both answered in unison.
"Very well, then. Oh and one more thing on this topic. Whatever it is, I don't want to hear about it at the office until there's a huge sparkly rock on the Colonel's left finger. Don't go messing with me sporting friendship rings on the right hand people, is that understood?"
Harm and Mac smiled at each other and then turned towards their CO and friend. "Understood, Sir"
"Very well. Now, I wanted to ask you both. Have you noticed any unusual behavior from Commander Jackson?"
Harm and Mac exchanged a long glance and warily turned their attention back. Harm simply nodded and Mac started on with her explanation of the events of the previous day at her office, where Jackson had all but yelled at her demanding that she go to lunch with him, talking about them being best friends, beltway burgers and at the mention of Harm's nickname for Mac the Admiral just raised an eyebrow while Mac blushed and Harm simply smiled smugly, proud of having chosen the nickname that fit her so well.
"Doesn't this smell funny to you?" the Admiral, having already formed some scenarios in his head, as he had noticed Jackson drive into head quarters that morning, late, and driving a Lexus SUV identical to that of Harm's.
"It does, Sir. I even suggested to Harm that he might be a little jealous of him, that he's just trying to imitate Harm, for some reason, that he wants to be just like him. I don't know, Sir. It's just that his behaviour yesterday was just way out of the ordinary"
"I agree, Colonel. Why don't you two keep an eye on things and get back to me this afternoon. We'll take it from there"
"Yes, Sir" once again answered in unison and as they turned to leave the Admiral's voice stopped them.
"I'm very happy for you two. Don't make me regret this as your CO"
"We won't, Sir. Thank you, Sir"
"Dismissed"
Once they were safely out in the bullpen they headed towards Mac's office, and after closing the door and shutting the blinds, Harm pulled her against him and proceeded to kiss the breath out of his Marine.
"Jesus, Navy..."
"Uh huh" was all Harm could mutter as he too attempted to catch his breath. Releasing her with a last tender kiss to her lips, he watched as she rounded her desk and took a seat behind it.
"Hey, I need some coffee, you want some?" Mac nodded and smiled gratefully, the effects of his last kiss still inhibiting her speech ability. With a smile and a wink Harm made his way out towards the break room, and that's when Commander Jackson took his chance.
"Hello, Ninja Girl" Jackson said from the doorway, loud enough to elicit a surprised gasp from Harriet who was passing by at the moment.
"Commander, where exactly did you hear that name?" That was the second time in two days that Commander Jackson had called her Ninja Girl, and it was annoying to say the least.
"Oh, you know, Mac. I've always called you that" In truth, Jackson had heard Harm call her that the day before after she had returned to JAG. He had listened to most of their conversation at the office after Sturgis and the Admiral had left them alone.
"Commander, I'm asking you politely to *stop* calling me by anything other than Colonel Mackenzie. Understood?"
"Oh, I see you're playing with me. Well, maybe the news I have for you will brighten your day. What do you say we head for Russia this afternoon?"
"What?" Mac's eyebrows shot up and a chill ran through her body as she registered his words.
"Russia. We can spend the weekend there and come back late on Monday. I'm sure the Admiral won't mind giving us the day off."
"Are you out of your mind?"
"Come on, Mac. I even arranged for a nice ride in a MIG for you and I, what do you say?" Jackson was standing there, with his hands crossed in front and smiling that annoying smile that had chilled her to the bone the day before.
"What's going on here?" Harm asked, trying not to sound annoyed as he entered Mac's office, pushing his way through once again to get to Mac.
"Uh, Harm... the Commander here..."
"Mac and I are going to Russia. We're leaving this afternoon." The assuredness in Jackson's voice caught Harm off guard and his knuckles went white around the two cups of coffee he held in his hands. Turning quickly he stole a glance at Mac, and seeing the fear and apprehension in her eyes he quickly set the coffee on her desk and went around it to stand behind her.
"Listen, Jackass. I'm only going to tell you this once more..."
"Jackson. My name is Jackson, and..." he stopped suddenly, and Harm and Mac watched in amazement as his facial expressions changed from smugness, to confusion, to fear, and finally to sadness. By the time he was done with his tirade, Harm and Mac were so stunned by his words that neither attempted to stop him as he flew out of the office, leaving Harm and Mac startled. The truth was, he hadn't committed a crime, they couldn't arrest him or anything, but they sure as hell wanted to know what was going on and why.
"Harm..."
"I don't know, Mac. I just don't know"
"Let's go talk to the Admiral, shall we? And once we're done I think it might be a good idea to get in touch with our friendly neighbourhood spook."
"Agreed. After you"
Some time later, Harm and Mac exited the Admiral's office, and passing by Jackson's office, they both looked confused as the new Commander lifted his gaze and waved at them, as if nothing had happened earlier. Now the situation was getting way too weird, and frankly a little scary. Agreeing to follow on with the Admiral's suggestions, they decided to just head on home and rest for the weekend. They'd deal with Commander Jackass on Monday. No way was he going to ruin their first weekend together, and boy did they have good stuff planned.
FRIDAY NIGHT
1943 EST
Friday night found Mac and Harm stopping in at Blockbuster to pick up a couple of DVDs. They agreed on We Were Soldiers, but couldn't agree on the second one. Mac wanted to see A Beautiful Mind but Harm wanted to watch Collateral Damage.
Finally, after standing in the aisle for 20 minutes debating the strengths and weaknesses of each movie, they were interrupted.
"A beautiful woman should be watching A Beautiful Mind. Let's get that one, shall we? Come along, Sarah."
Mac and Harm both whirled around to see Jackson. He was standing very close to Mac and had four copies of the DVD she wanted to rent. His expression was distant and haunted. He looked down at Mac with an intense look that gave her shivers up and down her spine. She shuddered visibly, which served only to annoy Harm even more. Before Harm could do or say anything, Jackson continued.
"Sarah, my love. You are so incredibly beautiful. I can't wait to have a little boy with your looks and my brains." He reached his hand out to caress her face but was stopped by a very upset Harm, who lowered his voice.
"Hey, Whacko Jacko, I'm only gonna tell you once to get lost. I don't want to see you within five feet of Mac again, got it?"
"Harm," Mac tried to end the confrontation before it could get ugly. "Let's just go, ok? I only want to see one movie tonight anyway. Please don't do this, not here, not now." Her eyes begged Harm to go with her. Seeing Mac plead calmed Harm enough to try to make a quiet exit. He placed his hand gently on Mac's back and escorted her to the check out.
"But wait, Sarah! My mother and stepfather are coming from La Jolla tonight and I want her to meet you. And tomorrow we're going to Pennsylvania to see Grams. You'll like her. She's nice. Her name is Sarah too. She helped me when I crashed. She's my dad's mom. I miss my dad."
Harm quickly paid for the DVD and followed Mac out of the store, relieved that Jackson was still busy rambling and didn't notice their exit.
Mac had barely closed the door to Harm's SUV before she was on her cellular to Webb.
"Hey Webb, it's Mac. Got a sec? Great. Hey, I need some background information on a Commander Peter Jackson. Yeah, he's the new guy. He just seems...off. Can you see what you can dig up on him and call me back at Harm's?" Harm heard her laughing and looked over to see her shaking her head.
"Jeez, Webb, you really don't miss anything, do you? Right, I'll tell him. Bye." She disconnected the call and laughed, "Webb already knows about us. He said he thanks you for choosing this week to get your head out of your six because it's his week in the office pool. I guess we just helped him win about $1,000.00." They laughed at the idea that the rumoured office pool on when they would get together was really true.
"I guess Webb will be sending us an extra special gift for our wedding then, huh?" Harm said when he quit laughing. Hearing his words, his eyes got big and he slowly turned his head to look at Mac, whose eyes were just as big.
"Wedding?" she squeaked. Clearing her throat she reminded herself that Marines don't squeak. "I'm sorry, did I miss something?" she asked, looking directly at Harm, daring him to change the subject.
Harm turned to look at Mac. "No, you didn't miss anything. Yet. But don't you think that's where we'll end up sooner or later?" He returned his eyes to the road, barely missing a slow moving vehicle in front of him.
'OK Harm, I can take this,' she thought, 'but let's see if you really can.'
"So long as it's sooner rather than later, Sailor. We had a deal, remember?"
"How could I forget? My looks, your brains or your looks, my brains."
Mac's heart jumped. She fell in love with him all over again. "Or one of each?" She grinned at Harm.
He flashed his flyboy grin at her as he replied. "Better yet." He was about to say something else when he looked in the rearview mirror to see an older model Corvette following at close range. Harm slowed down and so did the red convertible. He sped up. So did the other vehicle. Slowing down once again, Harm asked Mac to turn around and see if she recognized the driver.
"Harm, it's him."
"That miserable son of a..., what IS it with that guy? Webb had better call back soon. This guy is starting to *really* piss me off." Harm was getting ready to drive like he flew but he was able to sneak through the changing lights, leaving Jackson sitting at a red. Harm hadn't paid much attention to Jackson's rambling at the store minutes before. But thinking about it as he drove, a feeling of dread came over him. How did Jackson know so much about his life? And why?
TBC
Authors: Damngunnyshot and LeE
Classification: Romance, Some Humor H/M
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimers: JAG doesn't belong to us. It belongs to DPB and CBS. We were just having some fun...
A.N. from Shannon: When Lilly suggested writing a story together, I figured 'oh sure, that'll be fun. Lilly's a great writer. Shouldn't take us too long'. Two outta three ain't bad, right? It *was* fun and you *are* a great writer, and I would like to thank you for being a great co-author! Your humour has gotten me through this experience and it has been a pleasure to work with you. You, the readers, may notice inconsistencies with spellings of certain words. This used to be a direct result of an American (Lilly) co-authoring with a Canadian (me), although I think I'm rubbing off on her-she's starting to spell like a Canadian :-) LOL!!
A.N. from Lilly: Well, what a ride huh Shannon? We certainly had fun writing this, and you're right: it *was* fun, and it *did* take us longer than we expected, but hey! We got it done! :) I guess with both of us being beta readers as well as writers, it was bound to take a little longer...:) Well, if it were for me, this story would've been 1,000 pages long, so I know for a fact we never would've gotten all the ideas in paper had it not been for my great co-author that always kept us on the right track when the ideas were flying everywhere. Thanks Shannon!! As for my "inconsistencies" in spelling, well I can neither confirm nor deny that rumour (rumor?) LOL...
Feedback: If you feel inclined to do so, please send feedback to Lilly at lee_81881@yahoo.com or to Shannon at damngunnyshot@yahoo.com Thanks!
*FROM PART 7*
"Harm, promise you'll let me love you forever" Mac whispered against his neck, as he still rested hidden deep inside her minutes after their worlds had merged into one.
Reaching her angelic face with a hand he traced her features with a gentleness he never knew he was capable of. "I promise. I'll love you forever, Sarah" and offering bright smile, she claimed his lips once more, trying to figure out how she'd gone so long without having him this way.
PART 8
NEXT DAY
JAG HQ
ADMIRAL'S OFFICE
"I trust that whatever the cause for your disagreement earlier this week it has already been resolved and put to rest?" the Admiral spoke in a stern tone, while fighting to keep the smile from invading his lips.
"Yes, Sir" they both answered in unison.
"Very well, then. Oh and one more thing on this topic. Whatever it is, I don't want to hear about it at the office until there's a huge sparkly rock on the Colonel's left finger. Don't go messing with me sporting friendship rings on the right hand people, is that understood?"
Harm and Mac smiled at each other and then turned towards their CO and friend. "Understood, Sir"
"Very well. Now, I wanted to ask you both. Have you noticed any unusual behavior from Commander Jackson?"
Harm and Mac exchanged a long glance and warily turned their attention back. Harm simply nodded and Mac started on with her explanation of the events of the previous day at her office, where Jackson had all but yelled at her demanding that she go to lunch with him, talking about them being best friends, beltway burgers and at the mention of Harm's nickname for Mac the Admiral just raised an eyebrow while Mac blushed and Harm simply smiled smugly, proud of having chosen the nickname that fit her so well.
"Doesn't this smell funny to you?" the Admiral, having already formed some scenarios in his head, as he had noticed Jackson drive into head quarters that morning, late, and driving a Lexus SUV identical to that of Harm's.
"It does, Sir. I even suggested to Harm that he might be a little jealous of him, that he's just trying to imitate Harm, for some reason, that he wants to be just like him. I don't know, Sir. It's just that his behaviour yesterday was just way out of the ordinary"
"I agree, Colonel. Why don't you two keep an eye on things and get back to me this afternoon. We'll take it from there"
"Yes, Sir" once again answered in unison and as they turned to leave the Admiral's voice stopped them.
"I'm very happy for you two. Don't make me regret this as your CO"
"We won't, Sir. Thank you, Sir"
"Dismissed"
Once they were safely out in the bullpen they headed towards Mac's office, and after closing the door and shutting the blinds, Harm pulled her against him and proceeded to kiss the breath out of his Marine.
"Jesus, Navy..."
"Uh huh" was all Harm could mutter as he too attempted to catch his breath. Releasing her with a last tender kiss to her lips, he watched as she rounded her desk and took a seat behind it.
"Hey, I need some coffee, you want some?" Mac nodded and smiled gratefully, the effects of his last kiss still inhibiting her speech ability. With a smile and a wink Harm made his way out towards the break room, and that's when Commander Jackson took his chance.
"Hello, Ninja Girl" Jackson said from the doorway, loud enough to elicit a surprised gasp from Harriet who was passing by at the moment.
"Commander, where exactly did you hear that name?" That was the second time in two days that Commander Jackson had called her Ninja Girl, and it was annoying to say the least.
"Oh, you know, Mac. I've always called you that" In truth, Jackson had heard Harm call her that the day before after she had returned to JAG. He had listened to most of their conversation at the office after Sturgis and the Admiral had left them alone.
"Commander, I'm asking you politely to *stop* calling me by anything other than Colonel Mackenzie. Understood?"
"Oh, I see you're playing with me. Well, maybe the news I have for you will brighten your day. What do you say we head for Russia this afternoon?"
"What?" Mac's eyebrows shot up and a chill ran through her body as she registered his words.
"Russia. We can spend the weekend there and come back late on Monday. I'm sure the Admiral won't mind giving us the day off."
"Are you out of your mind?"
"Come on, Mac. I even arranged for a nice ride in a MIG for you and I, what do you say?" Jackson was standing there, with his hands crossed in front and smiling that annoying smile that had chilled her to the bone the day before.
"What's going on here?" Harm asked, trying not to sound annoyed as he entered Mac's office, pushing his way through once again to get to Mac.
"Uh, Harm... the Commander here..."
"Mac and I are going to Russia. We're leaving this afternoon." The assuredness in Jackson's voice caught Harm off guard and his knuckles went white around the two cups of coffee he held in his hands. Turning quickly he stole a glance at Mac, and seeing the fear and apprehension in her eyes he quickly set the coffee on her desk and went around it to stand behind her.
"Listen, Jackass. I'm only going to tell you this once more..."
"Jackson. My name is Jackson, and..." he stopped suddenly, and Harm and Mac watched in amazement as his facial expressions changed from smugness, to confusion, to fear, and finally to sadness. By the time he was done with his tirade, Harm and Mac were so stunned by his words that neither attempted to stop him as he flew out of the office, leaving Harm and Mac startled. The truth was, he hadn't committed a crime, they couldn't arrest him or anything, but they sure as hell wanted to know what was going on and why.
"Harm..."
"I don't know, Mac. I just don't know"
"Let's go talk to the Admiral, shall we? And once we're done I think it might be a good idea to get in touch with our friendly neighbourhood spook."
"Agreed. After you"
Some time later, Harm and Mac exited the Admiral's office, and passing by Jackson's office, they both looked confused as the new Commander lifted his gaze and waved at them, as if nothing had happened earlier. Now the situation was getting way too weird, and frankly a little scary. Agreeing to follow on with the Admiral's suggestions, they decided to just head on home and rest for the weekend. They'd deal with Commander Jackass on Monday. No way was he going to ruin their first weekend together, and boy did they have good stuff planned.
FRIDAY NIGHT
1943 EST
Friday night found Mac and Harm stopping in at Blockbuster to pick up a couple of DVDs. They agreed on We Were Soldiers, but couldn't agree on the second one. Mac wanted to see A Beautiful Mind but Harm wanted to watch Collateral Damage.
Finally, after standing in the aisle for 20 minutes debating the strengths and weaknesses of each movie, they were interrupted.
"A beautiful woman should be watching A Beautiful Mind. Let's get that one, shall we? Come along, Sarah."
Mac and Harm both whirled around to see Jackson. He was standing very close to Mac and had four copies of the DVD she wanted to rent. His expression was distant and haunted. He looked down at Mac with an intense look that gave her shivers up and down her spine. She shuddered visibly, which served only to annoy Harm even more. Before Harm could do or say anything, Jackson continued.
"Sarah, my love. You are so incredibly beautiful. I can't wait to have a little boy with your looks and my brains." He reached his hand out to caress her face but was stopped by a very upset Harm, who lowered his voice.
"Hey, Whacko Jacko, I'm only gonna tell you once to get lost. I don't want to see you within five feet of Mac again, got it?"
"Harm," Mac tried to end the confrontation before it could get ugly. "Let's just go, ok? I only want to see one movie tonight anyway. Please don't do this, not here, not now." Her eyes begged Harm to go with her. Seeing Mac plead calmed Harm enough to try to make a quiet exit. He placed his hand gently on Mac's back and escorted her to the check out.
"But wait, Sarah! My mother and stepfather are coming from La Jolla tonight and I want her to meet you. And tomorrow we're going to Pennsylvania to see Grams. You'll like her. She's nice. Her name is Sarah too. She helped me when I crashed. She's my dad's mom. I miss my dad."
Harm quickly paid for the DVD and followed Mac out of the store, relieved that Jackson was still busy rambling and didn't notice their exit.
Mac had barely closed the door to Harm's SUV before she was on her cellular to Webb.
"Hey Webb, it's Mac. Got a sec? Great. Hey, I need some background information on a Commander Peter Jackson. Yeah, he's the new guy. He just seems...off. Can you see what you can dig up on him and call me back at Harm's?" Harm heard her laughing and looked over to see her shaking her head.
"Jeez, Webb, you really don't miss anything, do you? Right, I'll tell him. Bye." She disconnected the call and laughed, "Webb already knows about us. He said he thanks you for choosing this week to get your head out of your six because it's his week in the office pool. I guess we just helped him win about $1,000.00." They laughed at the idea that the rumoured office pool on when they would get together was really true.
"I guess Webb will be sending us an extra special gift for our wedding then, huh?" Harm said when he quit laughing. Hearing his words, his eyes got big and he slowly turned his head to look at Mac, whose eyes were just as big.
"Wedding?" she squeaked. Clearing her throat she reminded herself that Marines don't squeak. "I'm sorry, did I miss something?" she asked, looking directly at Harm, daring him to change the subject.
Harm turned to look at Mac. "No, you didn't miss anything. Yet. But don't you think that's where we'll end up sooner or later?" He returned his eyes to the road, barely missing a slow moving vehicle in front of him.
'OK Harm, I can take this,' she thought, 'but let's see if you really can.'
"So long as it's sooner rather than later, Sailor. We had a deal, remember?"
"How could I forget? My looks, your brains or your looks, my brains."
Mac's heart jumped. She fell in love with him all over again. "Or one of each?" She grinned at Harm.
He flashed his flyboy grin at her as he replied. "Better yet." He was about to say something else when he looked in the rearview mirror to see an older model Corvette following at close range. Harm slowed down and so did the red convertible. He sped up. So did the other vehicle. Slowing down once again, Harm asked Mac to turn around and see if she recognized the driver.
"Harm, it's him."
"That miserable son of a..., what IS it with that guy? Webb had better call back soon. This guy is starting to *really* piss me off." Harm was getting ready to drive like he flew but he was able to sneak through the changing lights, leaving Jackson sitting at a red. Harm hadn't paid much attention to Jackson's rambling at the store minutes before. But thinking about it as he drove, a feeling of dread came over him. How did Jackson know so much about his life? And why?
TBC