"Good morning Colonel. The admiral wants to see you in his office," Bud
informed Mac as she entered the bull pen 15 minutes late.
"Morning Lieutenant. Right now?" she replied wearily.
"I believe so Ma'am."
"Thanks," she sighed, dragging herself over to the Admiral's office.
"Good morning Tiner," she murmured jadedly.
"Good morning Ma'am. You can go right in, he's waiting for you."
* * * * * *
"I don't believe this," Mac muttered, "I have to work with you."
"At least we agree on something," Singer replied curtly.
A long silence ensued.
"Well this is productive," Mac commented.
"I'll say."
Silence.
"Maybe we have better things to do than sit here and stare at each other," Singer suggested.
"You're definitely right there."
"I know."
Silence.
"I'm going to leave now," Singer announced.
"Thankyou."
"My pleasure Ma'am."
Mac leant back in her chair, thanking God it was over and dreading the 72 hours she was obliged to spend with the woman investigating the suicide of a teenager with issues.
"The world sucks, angst, angst, yes I know, deal with it- I did," she murmured to no one in particular.
"Is there a reason you're talking to yourself?" Harm asked.
"Is there a reason you never knock?" she retorted.
"Is there a reason you're in such a bad mood today?"
She glared at him and answered, "I have to work with her."
"You should start a support group," he remarked.
"If I go crazy and kill her, will you defend me?"
"Hey, the judge will probably personally thank you."
"I'd definitely get insanity don't you think?"
"You'd look cute in a straight jacket," he commented.
"I can look cute in any thing," she informed him.
"No," he shook his head.
"There is one thing you can do better than any one I know. You really know how to insult a woman."
"Hey, you didn't give me a chance to finish."
"Oh really?"
"Yes."
"And what were you going to say?"
"I might just not say it now."
"As stands, that is still an insult. Do you really want to leave this office with me pissed off at you?"
He looked at her for a second, "No."
She smiled, "So what were you going to say when I interrupted you?"
"I was going to say you could look sexy in any thing, I'm not sure about cute."
She stared at him.
He was about to leave the office grinning in satisfaction when she recovered from her shock.
"Did you just call me sexy?" she called in a sing-song voice, sniggering when he turned to face her.
She laughed again.
"What's so funny Miss Mackenzie?"
"You're speechless."
"I could think of a billion things to say to you, none of which would be appropriate in this setting."
"Oh really?"
"No, I just said that."
"Damn you, get out of my office," she laughed.
"I'm leaving."
"Good," she smiled.
"I win," he informed her as he left.
"You may have won the battle, but you'll never win the war," she called after him, still laughing to herself.
* * * * *
"Morning Lieutenant. Right now?" she replied wearily.
"I believe so Ma'am."
"Thanks," she sighed, dragging herself over to the Admiral's office.
"Good morning Tiner," she murmured jadedly.
"Good morning Ma'am. You can go right in, he's waiting for you."
* * * * * *
"I don't believe this," Mac muttered, "I have to work with you."
"At least we agree on something," Singer replied curtly.
A long silence ensued.
"Well this is productive," Mac commented.
"I'll say."
Silence.
"Maybe we have better things to do than sit here and stare at each other," Singer suggested.
"You're definitely right there."
"I know."
Silence.
"I'm going to leave now," Singer announced.
"Thankyou."
"My pleasure Ma'am."
Mac leant back in her chair, thanking God it was over and dreading the 72 hours she was obliged to spend with the woman investigating the suicide of a teenager with issues.
"The world sucks, angst, angst, yes I know, deal with it- I did," she murmured to no one in particular.
"Is there a reason you're talking to yourself?" Harm asked.
"Is there a reason you never knock?" she retorted.
"Is there a reason you're in such a bad mood today?"
She glared at him and answered, "I have to work with her."
"You should start a support group," he remarked.
"If I go crazy and kill her, will you defend me?"
"Hey, the judge will probably personally thank you."
"I'd definitely get insanity don't you think?"
"You'd look cute in a straight jacket," he commented.
"I can look cute in any thing," she informed him.
"No," he shook his head.
"There is one thing you can do better than any one I know. You really know how to insult a woman."
"Hey, you didn't give me a chance to finish."
"Oh really?"
"Yes."
"And what were you going to say?"
"I might just not say it now."
"As stands, that is still an insult. Do you really want to leave this office with me pissed off at you?"
He looked at her for a second, "No."
She smiled, "So what were you going to say when I interrupted you?"
"I was going to say you could look sexy in any thing, I'm not sure about cute."
She stared at him.
He was about to leave the office grinning in satisfaction when she recovered from her shock.
"Did you just call me sexy?" she called in a sing-song voice, sniggering when he turned to face her.
She laughed again.
"What's so funny Miss Mackenzie?"
"You're speechless."
"I could think of a billion things to say to you, none of which would be appropriate in this setting."
"Oh really?"
"No, I just said that."
"Damn you, get out of my office," she laughed.
"I'm leaving."
"Good," she smiled.
"I win," he informed her as he left.
"You may have won the battle, but you'll never win the war," she called after him, still laughing to herself.
* * * * *