Disclaimer: I do not own Harm, Mac, and the rest of the JAG characters. Those are the property of Donald P. Bellisario. However, I do own the character Lisa Marshall. Also, her brother Hank, who may be occasionally mentioned, is also mine.
Note: This story is going to take place in the modern time line on the show, with a few changes. Lieutenant Singer is not pregnant and still aboard the USS Seahawk. Mac is still at headquarters like she should be.
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"The Gift"
Chapter One: The Trainer
By Ann Parker
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1000 Zulu
01 December 2002
Naval Hospital
Bethesda, Maryland
Lieutenant Bud Roberts nervously drummed the oak armrest of the chair he was currently resting in. Looking around he saw the all too familiar doctorate degrees that hung on the Jamestown blue walls. In front of him sat his doctor's large oak desk, covered with manila folders, multicolored pens, and the occasional picture frame. Sighing, he tried to calm himself by rubbing his hand on his midnight blue slacks as he thought about why he was here in the first place. Tomorrow he was going back to work, on limited basis. The only way he could be approved for full active duty would be if he passed the physical test. To help with his recovery his main physician had called to have a personal trainer work with him. Now he sat here in a barely padded chair waiting to meet this new trainer. He was beginning to grow anxious about what was in store for him. The trainer was flying in from California and his physician had told him that the guy was one of the best, so Bud assumed he was a Marine.
"I hope he doesn't work me too hard," he whispered to himself.
"I won't work you any harder than I know you can handle." Bud spun around in his chair, causing it to creak. Leaning against the metal door frame was a beautiful brunette. Her loosely curled, butterscotch hair rested just above her shoulders. As she smiled at her new patient her green eyes sparkled. The emerald color of her eyes was reflected in her French cuff three-quarter-length sleeved lace top. She wore a full length black skirt that flowed out at her feet and open toed high heels to complete the outfit. She smiled at the man in the white shirt who sat stunned in the chair and pushed off the wall, to come in and sit across from him. "Hi, I'm Lisa Marshall, your trainer and therapist extraordinar," she said with a wink, extending her hand. Bud blinked before returning the gesture. This was not what he was expecting.
"Lieutenant Roberts. Sorry for the staring. I just didn't expect..."
"A woman of non-military personal? Don't worry, I get that all the time. I grew up around military personal, however, so believe me when I say I can still whip you into shape!" she said in a half serious-half comical voice. Bud smiled, you couldn't help but like this woman.
"I bet. So, what's first?" he asked.
"Well, did they tell you that I requested to stay at your home during this time to help you get fit easier?" Bud nodded.
"Yes, and my wife and I are ready for you today. I have to warn you though, we have a small boy that can get a bit wild," he replied. Lisa laughed, making her eyes shine some more.
"That's quite all right, I love kids. With that settled, then why don't we head there and I'll go over your program with you and your wife. Plus, after seeing your house, I'll be able to see what we can do in the convenience of your home." The Lieutenant nodded and stood up, Lisa following suite.
"I'll lead the way then." They headed out the door as Lisa studied Bud's walking the whole time.
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1015 Zulu
Commander Rabb's Apartment
North of Union Station
Washington, DC
Harm and Sturgis came through the door jogging lightly. Harm headed to his stainless steal fridge to grab some bottles of water. He tossed one to Sturgis as they both grabbed a towel off Harm's marble counter and sat down on his navy blue couch to rest from their morning jog. After drinking some water, they continued their conversation from before they entered.
"Ha ha Sturgis. I still don't find that funny, even after all these years," stated Harm before taking another drink. It was clear by the dampness of his NAVY white tee shirt that they had had a good run. Sturgis laughed.
"Oh come on Harm. You know Hank, Lisa, and I were just pulling your leg," replied Sturgis. Harm sighed.
"Yeah, I know, and it wouldn't have bothered me so much if it had been just you and Hank. But when his little sister, Lisa, turned out to be the main prankster...I still can't believe I let Lisa Marshall pull one over me!" he said exasperated. This caused Sturgis to laugh even harder.
"Poor Harm, tricked by Lil' L," he said in a mocking tone, taking another drink. Harm rolled his eyes.
"You're one to talk, she got you too, remember?" countered Harm, raising his bottle to him. Sturgis winced and nodded.
"Speaking of Lisa, have you heard from her recently?" he asked, rubbing his thumb over the bottle label, trying to avoid reliving that memory. Harm nodded.
"She emailed me a few weeks back. She said that she had a new patient and they were somewhere close by. She also said she'd make a point to stop by Headquarters some time." Harm smiled. There was a slight twinkle in his eyes and a smirk on his face.
"Really? It sure would be nice to see Lil' L again."
"Yes it would," Harm stated with a hint of mischief in his voice, the look in his aquamarine eyes telling all too well what he was thinking. Sturgis studied him.
"Oh no..." Sturgis started. Harm simply nodded.
"Oh yes," smirked Harm. Sturgis shook his head.
"Harm, you are such a child."
"Are you kidding me? Are you saying you don't want to get back at her for the Jell-O coated underwear incident?" remarked Harm. Sturgis cleared his throat.
"So, what do you have in mind?"
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1130 Zulu
The Roberts' Residence
Great Falls, Virginia
"This is certainly a lovely home Lieutenant," remarked Lisa as they walked in the door, carrying her brown leather luggage. They had walked into a large, white gardenia entryway that had a beautiful wooden staircase directly in front of the door. Floral wallpaper covered the adjoining walls.
"Why thank you, and please, call me Bud." Lisa nodded as a little boy in jeans and a canary yellow tee shirt came speeding down the stairs and lunged at his father.
"Daddy!" exclaimed AJ. He hugged his father and then noticed the woman standing next to him. "Who is the lady?"
"Yes, who is our company?" asked Harriet as she walked in from the kitchen, a pale pink apron covering up her knee length chocolate shirt and red sweater.
"My name is Lisa Marshall. I'm Bud's trainer," she replied, before setting down her bag and sticking out her a hand to shake hands with the blond standing before her. Harriet shook her hand.
"Oh, you're the trainer! We were under the impression that it was a man. Well, I'm Lieutenant Harriet Sims, Bud's wife. And the little boy here is our son AJ." Lisa bent down to AJ's level.
"Well hello there AJ," she said with a smile.
"Hi. You're pretty." Lisa giggled as Harriet and Bud both shook their heads at their son's openness.
"Thank you. You're pretty handsome yourself," she said as she reached out and tickled him to the floor. Bud and Harriet smiled. She seemed like she'd fit in with AJ perfectly. After the small boy lay exhausted on the floor she stood back up, picking up her bag in the process. "Well, care to give me the tour so I can put this bag down and tell you about your training?"
"Oh, of course, how rude of us. Let me show to your room," stated Bud as he showed her up the stairs.
"Well, I see our progress on climbing stairs is getting there," she remarked as she followed. "I don't know how long you're going to even need me!"
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Note: This story is going to take place in the modern time line on the show, with a few changes. Lieutenant Singer is not pregnant and still aboard the USS Seahawk. Mac is still at headquarters like she should be.
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"The Gift"
Chapter One: The Trainer
By Ann Parker
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1000 Zulu
01 December 2002
Naval Hospital
Bethesda, Maryland
Lieutenant Bud Roberts nervously drummed the oak armrest of the chair he was currently resting in. Looking around he saw the all too familiar doctorate degrees that hung on the Jamestown blue walls. In front of him sat his doctor's large oak desk, covered with manila folders, multicolored pens, and the occasional picture frame. Sighing, he tried to calm himself by rubbing his hand on his midnight blue slacks as he thought about why he was here in the first place. Tomorrow he was going back to work, on limited basis. The only way he could be approved for full active duty would be if he passed the physical test. To help with his recovery his main physician had called to have a personal trainer work with him. Now he sat here in a barely padded chair waiting to meet this new trainer. He was beginning to grow anxious about what was in store for him. The trainer was flying in from California and his physician had told him that the guy was one of the best, so Bud assumed he was a Marine.
"I hope he doesn't work me too hard," he whispered to himself.
"I won't work you any harder than I know you can handle." Bud spun around in his chair, causing it to creak. Leaning against the metal door frame was a beautiful brunette. Her loosely curled, butterscotch hair rested just above her shoulders. As she smiled at her new patient her green eyes sparkled. The emerald color of her eyes was reflected in her French cuff three-quarter-length sleeved lace top. She wore a full length black skirt that flowed out at her feet and open toed high heels to complete the outfit. She smiled at the man in the white shirt who sat stunned in the chair and pushed off the wall, to come in and sit across from him. "Hi, I'm Lisa Marshall, your trainer and therapist extraordinar," she said with a wink, extending her hand. Bud blinked before returning the gesture. This was not what he was expecting.
"Lieutenant Roberts. Sorry for the staring. I just didn't expect..."
"A woman of non-military personal? Don't worry, I get that all the time. I grew up around military personal, however, so believe me when I say I can still whip you into shape!" she said in a half serious-half comical voice. Bud smiled, you couldn't help but like this woman.
"I bet. So, what's first?" he asked.
"Well, did they tell you that I requested to stay at your home during this time to help you get fit easier?" Bud nodded.
"Yes, and my wife and I are ready for you today. I have to warn you though, we have a small boy that can get a bit wild," he replied. Lisa laughed, making her eyes shine some more.
"That's quite all right, I love kids. With that settled, then why don't we head there and I'll go over your program with you and your wife. Plus, after seeing your house, I'll be able to see what we can do in the convenience of your home." The Lieutenant nodded and stood up, Lisa following suite.
"I'll lead the way then." They headed out the door as Lisa studied Bud's walking the whole time.
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1015 Zulu
Commander Rabb's Apartment
North of Union Station
Washington, DC
Harm and Sturgis came through the door jogging lightly. Harm headed to his stainless steal fridge to grab some bottles of water. He tossed one to Sturgis as they both grabbed a towel off Harm's marble counter and sat down on his navy blue couch to rest from their morning jog. After drinking some water, they continued their conversation from before they entered.
"Ha ha Sturgis. I still don't find that funny, even after all these years," stated Harm before taking another drink. It was clear by the dampness of his NAVY white tee shirt that they had had a good run. Sturgis laughed.
"Oh come on Harm. You know Hank, Lisa, and I were just pulling your leg," replied Sturgis. Harm sighed.
"Yeah, I know, and it wouldn't have bothered me so much if it had been just you and Hank. But when his little sister, Lisa, turned out to be the main prankster...I still can't believe I let Lisa Marshall pull one over me!" he said exasperated. This caused Sturgis to laugh even harder.
"Poor Harm, tricked by Lil' L," he said in a mocking tone, taking another drink. Harm rolled his eyes.
"You're one to talk, she got you too, remember?" countered Harm, raising his bottle to him. Sturgis winced and nodded.
"Speaking of Lisa, have you heard from her recently?" he asked, rubbing his thumb over the bottle label, trying to avoid reliving that memory. Harm nodded.
"She emailed me a few weeks back. She said that she had a new patient and they were somewhere close by. She also said she'd make a point to stop by Headquarters some time." Harm smiled. There was a slight twinkle in his eyes and a smirk on his face.
"Really? It sure would be nice to see Lil' L again."
"Yes it would," Harm stated with a hint of mischief in his voice, the look in his aquamarine eyes telling all too well what he was thinking. Sturgis studied him.
"Oh no..." Sturgis started. Harm simply nodded.
"Oh yes," smirked Harm. Sturgis shook his head.
"Harm, you are such a child."
"Are you kidding me? Are you saying you don't want to get back at her for the Jell-O coated underwear incident?" remarked Harm. Sturgis cleared his throat.
"So, what do you have in mind?"
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1130 Zulu
The Roberts' Residence
Great Falls, Virginia
"This is certainly a lovely home Lieutenant," remarked Lisa as they walked in the door, carrying her brown leather luggage. They had walked into a large, white gardenia entryway that had a beautiful wooden staircase directly in front of the door. Floral wallpaper covered the adjoining walls.
"Why thank you, and please, call me Bud." Lisa nodded as a little boy in jeans and a canary yellow tee shirt came speeding down the stairs and lunged at his father.
"Daddy!" exclaimed AJ. He hugged his father and then noticed the woman standing next to him. "Who is the lady?"
"Yes, who is our company?" asked Harriet as she walked in from the kitchen, a pale pink apron covering up her knee length chocolate shirt and red sweater.
"My name is Lisa Marshall. I'm Bud's trainer," she replied, before setting down her bag and sticking out her a hand to shake hands with the blond standing before her. Harriet shook her hand.
"Oh, you're the trainer! We were under the impression that it was a man. Well, I'm Lieutenant Harriet Sims, Bud's wife. And the little boy here is our son AJ." Lisa bent down to AJ's level.
"Well hello there AJ," she said with a smile.
"Hi. You're pretty." Lisa giggled as Harriet and Bud both shook their heads at their son's openness.
"Thank you. You're pretty handsome yourself," she said as she reached out and tickled him to the floor. Bud and Harriet smiled. She seemed like she'd fit in with AJ perfectly. After the small boy lay exhausted on the floor she stood back up, picking up her bag in the process. "Well, care to give me the tour so I can put this bag down and tell you about your training?"
"Oh, of course, how rude of us. Let me show to your room," stated Bud as he showed her up the stairs.
"Well, I see our progress on climbing stairs is getting there," she remarked as she followed. "I don't know how long you're going to even need me!"
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