~~~~Part 4~~~~
1653 est JAG HQ
Harm's office
(Harm's POV)
Okay, I can't concentrate. I'm just sitting here, tapping my pen on the desk, staring alternately at the clock on my desk and the watch on my hand, as though one is going to start moving faster than the other. Why does time crawl when you're waiting on something really great to happen? Mac and I are going to see a movie tonight. I'm picking her up at her place at 1900. If it ever comes. Oh, it's 1654 now. Only 2 hours, 6 minutes, and...roughly 44 seconds before I show up at Sarah MacKenzie's door. It's not a date...not really. I mean, sure I'm taking her out to dinner, then to a movie, paying for everything...but it's not a date. I just think of it as catching up on things that we've missed this past month. 1655. I may as well just start getting my stuff together. I'm not getting anything done just sitting around here.
I pack some files into my briefcase...not that I'll get any work done this weekend, but I like to think that I will. I walk out of my office just as the clock reads 1700. I make my way over to Mac's office just for a last- minute confirmation of our plans for the evening. Not that she'd ever bail out on me unless it was for a very good reason, but just because I like to hear it from her.
"Enter," she responds at my knock.
I walk in and stand in front of her desk. I watch as she types away at her computer.
"...put her up to it as an initiation. Failing to consider the consequences her actions might bring, she exposed her breasts to the men at the bar. The Petty Officer has waived her right to a trial and is ready to accept any punishment for her act...act...damn this keyboard!" She hits the key repeatedly with her index finger-none too gently, I might add-which results in a delayed row of "i"s across the page. She lets out a frustrated sigh and then turns her attention to me. I quickly shoot her one of my best 'cheer up' smiles.
"Why can't I have him around all the time for whenever I get frustrated? I mean, besides the fact that he's the cause of much of my frustration." My smiled wavers for a fraction of a second. I know she's right.
"Harm, are you going to stand there all evening and grin or are to going to say what you came in here to say?" "Oh, that sounded meaner than I intended."
I quickly break into her thoughts, "Oh, uh...no, I mean, yeah...uhm...I just wanted to make sure we were still on for tonight."
She gives me a tired smile. "Of course. I need a break from work, and I know that if I stay home, I'll just end up writing reports."
"Okay, then. I'll see you around 1900. You should really head out soon, too. You look tired."
"Let it never be said that Harmon Rabb, Jr. lacks sympathy. It's one of the qualities I love about him." "I'm just going to finish up this report and then I'm heading out."
I wink at her and turn to go, when she says,
"Oh, Harm..." I turn to look back at her. "Thank you."
I smile and head back out the door towards the elevator. This is going to be a great weekend.
1856 est
Mac's apartment
(Harm's POV)
Hoorah! I am here early! I get out of my SUV and head up to Mac's apartment. I knock on the door and listen as she jumps off the couch and hits her shin on the table. Ooh, and some of the words going through her head were definitely picked up in the Marines.
"It's only 1857, what is he doing here? He's never early! Oh, God, that really hurts!"
She opens the door, and I take in the sight before me. She's leaning down, rubbing her shin, neck stretched up, eyes on me. Typical guy that I am, my own eyes stray almost immediately to the low-cut style of her shirt; more specifically, what the style revealed...oh, come on, I mean, she's gorgeous, and they're...there!
"Oh-ho-kay, MacKenzie, maybe that is not the best position to be standing in. He has a clear view of your...oh, and he's looking! Men are such pigs!"
"Uh, Mac, are you okay? What happened to your...umm...that, thing...sh-sh- shin! Shin, that's what I meant to, heh, say. Uhm, what happened to your shin?" Geez, real smooth, Hammer.
"God, real smooth, Flyboy!" "I just hit it on the table getting up from the couch. It's okay, I just saw...stars for minute, would you like to come in?"
"Yeah, thanks." I love making her flustered.
"He does that on purpose." "Can I get you anything before we go?"
"Uh...no, thanks, I'm fine."
"Hmm, no argument there." "Alright, I'll be ready in a minute, I just have to grab my purse."
So, she thinks I'm fine. Interesting. This is way better than staying at home filling out reports. As she's walking around her apartment, she's making a mental checklist,
"Okay, I've got my keys, wallet, phone all in my purse, I didn't leave the iron on, the stove and everything else in the kitchen is off..." I just have to laugh out loud at this. She acts like she's leaving to go on vacation for the weekend rather than just a night out on the town. I shouldn't have laughed, because now she's looking at me with an expression that clearly says 'what is so funny?'. I just shrug and go to help her into her coat. By 1901, we're out the door and on our way.
1653 est JAG HQ
Harm's office
(Harm's POV)
Okay, I can't concentrate. I'm just sitting here, tapping my pen on the desk, staring alternately at the clock on my desk and the watch on my hand, as though one is going to start moving faster than the other. Why does time crawl when you're waiting on something really great to happen? Mac and I are going to see a movie tonight. I'm picking her up at her place at 1900. If it ever comes. Oh, it's 1654 now. Only 2 hours, 6 minutes, and...roughly 44 seconds before I show up at Sarah MacKenzie's door. It's not a date...not really. I mean, sure I'm taking her out to dinner, then to a movie, paying for everything...but it's not a date. I just think of it as catching up on things that we've missed this past month. 1655. I may as well just start getting my stuff together. I'm not getting anything done just sitting around here.
I pack some files into my briefcase...not that I'll get any work done this weekend, but I like to think that I will. I walk out of my office just as the clock reads 1700. I make my way over to Mac's office just for a last- minute confirmation of our plans for the evening. Not that she'd ever bail out on me unless it was for a very good reason, but just because I like to hear it from her.
"Enter," she responds at my knock.
I walk in and stand in front of her desk. I watch as she types away at her computer.
"...put her up to it as an initiation. Failing to consider the consequences her actions might bring, she exposed her breasts to the men at the bar. The Petty Officer has waived her right to a trial and is ready to accept any punishment for her act...act...damn this keyboard!" She hits the key repeatedly with her index finger-none too gently, I might add-which results in a delayed row of "i"s across the page. She lets out a frustrated sigh and then turns her attention to me. I quickly shoot her one of my best 'cheer up' smiles.
"Why can't I have him around all the time for whenever I get frustrated? I mean, besides the fact that he's the cause of much of my frustration." My smiled wavers for a fraction of a second. I know she's right.
"Harm, are you going to stand there all evening and grin or are to going to say what you came in here to say?" "Oh, that sounded meaner than I intended."
I quickly break into her thoughts, "Oh, uh...no, I mean, yeah...uhm...I just wanted to make sure we were still on for tonight."
She gives me a tired smile. "Of course. I need a break from work, and I know that if I stay home, I'll just end up writing reports."
"Okay, then. I'll see you around 1900. You should really head out soon, too. You look tired."
"Let it never be said that Harmon Rabb, Jr. lacks sympathy. It's one of the qualities I love about him." "I'm just going to finish up this report and then I'm heading out."
I wink at her and turn to go, when she says,
"Oh, Harm..." I turn to look back at her. "Thank you."
I smile and head back out the door towards the elevator. This is going to be a great weekend.
1856 est
Mac's apartment
(Harm's POV)
Hoorah! I am here early! I get out of my SUV and head up to Mac's apartment. I knock on the door and listen as she jumps off the couch and hits her shin on the table. Ooh, and some of the words going through her head were definitely picked up in the Marines.
"It's only 1857, what is he doing here? He's never early! Oh, God, that really hurts!"
She opens the door, and I take in the sight before me. She's leaning down, rubbing her shin, neck stretched up, eyes on me. Typical guy that I am, my own eyes stray almost immediately to the low-cut style of her shirt; more specifically, what the style revealed...oh, come on, I mean, she's gorgeous, and they're...there!
"Oh-ho-kay, MacKenzie, maybe that is not the best position to be standing in. He has a clear view of your...oh, and he's looking! Men are such pigs!"
"Uh, Mac, are you okay? What happened to your...umm...that, thing...sh-sh- shin! Shin, that's what I meant to, heh, say. Uhm, what happened to your shin?" Geez, real smooth, Hammer.
"God, real smooth, Flyboy!" "I just hit it on the table getting up from the couch. It's okay, I just saw...stars for minute, would you like to come in?"
"Yeah, thanks." I love making her flustered.
"He does that on purpose." "Can I get you anything before we go?"
"Uh...no, thanks, I'm fine."
"Hmm, no argument there." "Alright, I'll be ready in a minute, I just have to grab my purse."
So, she thinks I'm fine. Interesting. This is way better than staying at home filling out reports. As she's walking around her apartment, she's making a mental checklist,
"Okay, I've got my keys, wallet, phone all in my purse, I didn't leave the iron on, the stove and everything else in the kitchen is off..." I just have to laugh out loud at this. She acts like she's leaving to go on vacation for the weekend rather than just a night out on the town. I shouldn't have laughed, because now she's looking at me with an expression that clearly says 'what is so funny?'. I just shrug and go to help her into her coat. By 1901, we're out the door and on our way.