A/N: I meant it very literally when I said the next chapter would be coming
very soon.smiles Hope you guys like this one!
A/N: Thank all of you who have given me reviews on this one so far. (Especially whoever it was that corrected me on the spelling of Mac's name.blushes I can't believe I've watched JAG so long and spelled her name wrong!!) But you get the picture.thanks a bunch!!!
Chapter Three
JAG Headquarters Falls Church, Virginia 1300 ZULU
"Harm!" Sergei nearly whined as he dragged himself into his brother's office. "It's time to get lunch! That's why they call it a lunch break!"
Harm looked up from his paperwork, and smiled. "Can you give me just a few more seconds?" he grinned. "I have to finish this paperwork. It has to be in to the Admiral before I do anything else today."
"Why? What is it?" Sergei demanded.
"It's Mac's paperwork. She has to file a change of address form, and she has to get new name tags.and there's a paper for that, too.and her request for.."
"Okay!" Sergei laughed, holding his hands up in defeat. "I get the picture." He looked around the room for a second. "Where is Mac, anyway?" he asked his brother.
"She has morning sickness and she claims she hates me right now." Harm chuckled to himself.
"Morning sickness?" Sergei gulped.
Harm laughed. "My poor uneducated little brother.how can I put this..." Harm stopped to think a minute. "You did the crime.and morning sickness is just Mother Nature's way of making you pay for it." he laughed to himself as Sergei's face went white. (A/N: I wonder if Harm would ever actually say anything like this? Probably not.but that's part of the 'fiction' thing, I guess.)
Sergei smiled at his brother, and excused himself from his office. Harm quietly got up, looked out his small window, and watched his brother scurry around the bull pen in search of Singer. He laughed. Sergei had realized the closeness of Mac and Lauren's pregnancies. This could get interesting..
Mac sauntered into Harm's office just as Sergei stopped running around the bull pen. She glared at him. "This is your fault, you know." She smirked.
Harm laughed. "Guilty as charged." He smiled. "But think.won't it all be worth it once we have the baby?"
"We?" Mac frowned. "There is no 'we' in child birth Harm.unless YOU plan on having this baby?" she glared intently at him.
"You win." he grinned, and retreated to the safety of the desk on the other side of the room.
JAG Headquarters-The Bull Pen Falls Church, Virginia 20 Minutes later..
Harriet busily scurried around the bull pen, collecting small sums of money from her fellow JAG workers, and the occasional large amount of money from people like LtCmdr Sturgis Turner. He gave fifty dollars to her cause. She smiled broadly at him before timidly knocking on the Admiral's door. For some reason, Tiner wasn't where he was supposed to be.
A few seconds after she knocked, she heard a loud "Come in!" from behind the Admiral's office door. She entered quickly, shutting the door behind her.
"What are you plotting, Lt?" asked the Admiral immediately when he saw the smile spread across her face. He waited for a few seconds for her to reply.
"Sir, I have been collecting donations to pay for a baby shower for Colonel Mackenzie and Lt Singer." Harriet announced boldly, and then patiently waited for her superior's response.
He looked up from his paperwork, his eyebrow raised in curiosity and wonder. "Oh, really? A baby shower?" he asked, and Harriet nodded. "And where were you planning to have this baby shower of yours?" was his next question.
"Memorial Park, sir." Harriet revealed. "It's a surprise, though." She whispered, putting a finger over her mouth.
"That could be very interesting." he nodded. "What exactly are you collecting the money for?"
"Well, sir, having it at the park is going to be no problem at all. I've already had it cleared. However, paying for the caterers would burn a hole through ALL of my pockets if I tried to pay for it myself." Harriet smiled sheepishly.
"How much have you collected so far, Lt?" the Admiral asked.
"Nearly four hundred dollars, sir!" Harriet burst in amazement. "And that's not counting the hundred that I am putting in, and Bud insists in sharing an equal burden with me..so that's two hundred more."
"How's he doing, Lt?" the Admiral asked seriously.
"He's been much happier recently." Harriet sighed. "I guess it was hearing about the Commander and the Colonel, and the Lt and the Sgt..I think he just needed some happy news to cheer him up, sir." Harriet smiled.
The Admiral cleared his throat. "So, you've really collected nearly six hundred dollars, haven't you, Lt?" he asked, and she nodded. "Well, how much do you need before you can pay for this catering?" he waited for her to answer.
" $116, sir." Harriet said, looking at a small piece of paper. "We need $700 to pay for the cost of food, and the catering service will also provide tables and decorations.It's going to be beautiful." Harriet mused.
"$116?" the Admiral repeated. "I'll write you a check, Lt." he promised, and Harriet's face lit up with joy. "Have you made a list of what everyone plans to buy?" he asked.
"Yes, sir." Harriet nodded. "Lt Commander Turner is going to buy a changing station for the Colonel's baby, and a crib for the Lt's baby. Tiner is going with diapers..I am buying them car seats.." Harriet stopped. "That's basically it." she sighed. "Everyone else is buying clothes."
"What about strollers?" the Admiral smiled.
"Not on the list, sir." Harriet nodded.
"Now they are, Lt."
"Thank you, sir." Harriet smiled.
"You're welcome, Lt. You're dismissed now." He waved her away. Harriet scurried away, a huge smile on her face, and a crisp new check clasped between her fingers.
A/N: Thank all of you who have given me reviews on this one so far. (Especially whoever it was that corrected me on the spelling of Mac's name.blushes I can't believe I've watched JAG so long and spelled her name wrong!!) But you get the picture.thanks a bunch!!!
Chapter Three
JAG Headquarters Falls Church, Virginia 1300 ZULU
"Harm!" Sergei nearly whined as he dragged himself into his brother's office. "It's time to get lunch! That's why they call it a lunch break!"
Harm looked up from his paperwork, and smiled. "Can you give me just a few more seconds?" he grinned. "I have to finish this paperwork. It has to be in to the Admiral before I do anything else today."
"Why? What is it?" Sergei demanded.
"It's Mac's paperwork. She has to file a change of address form, and she has to get new name tags.and there's a paper for that, too.and her request for.."
"Okay!" Sergei laughed, holding his hands up in defeat. "I get the picture." He looked around the room for a second. "Where is Mac, anyway?" he asked his brother.
"She has morning sickness and she claims she hates me right now." Harm chuckled to himself.
"Morning sickness?" Sergei gulped.
Harm laughed. "My poor uneducated little brother.how can I put this..." Harm stopped to think a minute. "You did the crime.and morning sickness is just Mother Nature's way of making you pay for it." he laughed to himself as Sergei's face went white. (A/N: I wonder if Harm would ever actually say anything like this? Probably not.but that's part of the 'fiction' thing, I guess.)
Sergei smiled at his brother, and excused himself from his office. Harm quietly got up, looked out his small window, and watched his brother scurry around the bull pen in search of Singer. He laughed. Sergei had realized the closeness of Mac and Lauren's pregnancies. This could get interesting..
Mac sauntered into Harm's office just as Sergei stopped running around the bull pen. She glared at him. "This is your fault, you know." She smirked.
Harm laughed. "Guilty as charged." He smiled. "But think.won't it all be worth it once we have the baby?"
"We?" Mac frowned. "There is no 'we' in child birth Harm.unless YOU plan on having this baby?" she glared intently at him.
"You win." he grinned, and retreated to the safety of the desk on the other side of the room.
JAG Headquarters-The Bull Pen Falls Church, Virginia 20 Minutes later..
Harriet busily scurried around the bull pen, collecting small sums of money from her fellow JAG workers, and the occasional large amount of money from people like LtCmdr Sturgis Turner. He gave fifty dollars to her cause. She smiled broadly at him before timidly knocking on the Admiral's door. For some reason, Tiner wasn't where he was supposed to be.
A few seconds after she knocked, she heard a loud "Come in!" from behind the Admiral's office door. She entered quickly, shutting the door behind her.
"What are you plotting, Lt?" asked the Admiral immediately when he saw the smile spread across her face. He waited for a few seconds for her to reply.
"Sir, I have been collecting donations to pay for a baby shower for Colonel Mackenzie and Lt Singer." Harriet announced boldly, and then patiently waited for her superior's response.
He looked up from his paperwork, his eyebrow raised in curiosity and wonder. "Oh, really? A baby shower?" he asked, and Harriet nodded. "And where were you planning to have this baby shower of yours?" was his next question.
"Memorial Park, sir." Harriet revealed. "It's a surprise, though." She whispered, putting a finger over her mouth.
"That could be very interesting." he nodded. "What exactly are you collecting the money for?"
"Well, sir, having it at the park is going to be no problem at all. I've already had it cleared. However, paying for the caterers would burn a hole through ALL of my pockets if I tried to pay for it myself." Harriet smiled sheepishly.
"How much have you collected so far, Lt?" the Admiral asked.
"Nearly four hundred dollars, sir!" Harriet burst in amazement. "And that's not counting the hundred that I am putting in, and Bud insists in sharing an equal burden with me..so that's two hundred more."
"How's he doing, Lt?" the Admiral asked seriously.
"He's been much happier recently." Harriet sighed. "I guess it was hearing about the Commander and the Colonel, and the Lt and the Sgt..I think he just needed some happy news to cheer him up, sir." Harriet smiled.
The Admiral cleared his throat. "So, you've really collected nearly six hundred dollars, haven't you, Lt?" he asked, and she nodded. "Well, how much do you need before you can pay for this catering?" he waited for her to answer.
" $116, sir." Harriet said, looking at a small piece of paper. "We need $700 to pay for the cost of food, and the catering service will also provide tables and decorations.It's going to be beautiful." Harriet mused.
"$116?" the Admiral repeated. "I'll write you a check, Lt." he promised, and Harriet's face lit up with joy. "Have you made a list of what everyone plans to buy?" he asked.
"Yes, sir." Harriet nodded. "Lt Commander Turner is going to buy a changing station for the Colonel's baby, and a crib for the Lt's baby. Tiner is going with diapers..I am buying them car seats.." Harriet stopped. "That's basically it." she sighed. "Everyone else is buying clothes."
"What about strollers?" the Admiral smiled.
"Not on the list, sir." Harriet nodded.
"Now they are, Lt."
"Thank you, sir." Harriet smiled.
"You're welcome, Lt. You're dismissed now." He waved her away. Harriet scurried away, a huge smile on her face, and a crisp new check clasped between her fingers.