Disclaimer: Despite popular belief, sadly, I don't own JAG, nor will I ever own JAG… yeah, if I had what? A billion dollars? It's owned by DPB and CBS people.

Author: J Bear

A/N: Yes yes, I know, I have got another…. 2 running stories… in running…. But ideas keep popping into my head. Yes, I will finish my Situations story regarding Mac and a certain petty officer's… well… yes…. And my Chaos Theory. Just HANG ON man. Okay… here we go.

Lt. Col. Mackenzie's Apartment
2100

It's been running through her head over and over again. A string of what ifs and maybes. Things were so simple, yet so complicated. All Sarah Mackenzie needed to do was to tell her partner that she was in love with him. Simple. Not so simple. It would help if I wasn't such a coward when I came to these things. She scolded herself. This would make a good story one day. Harm and I. Then it came to her, a story, slightly changed, with the outcome that she wanted. And she ran to her computer and began typing…

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He placed his coffee down on the table outside of the café and lounged in the chair. It was a beautiful spring morning; the skies were blue with a small amount of clouds, the air was tinted with the fresh scent of rain, runners waved as they ran by. He smiled to himself, thankful for the anonymity that this little town brought. He looked around again and this time, a young woman caught his eye.

She was beautiful in her mid-twenties he guessed, one hand holding a large coffee and the other paper bags, no doubt filled with women's clothes and accessories. He smiled wryly to himself. Her khakis and T-shirt was form fitting, her hair blew back from the light breeze.

He leaned back to see more of her as she got to her car, a corvette. Cocking his head, he realized that she was having a problem of opening her car door, he quickly took a swig of his coffee and went over to her.

"Hello." He said to her.

"Hi…" She replied looking suspiciously at him. He was handsome, no doubt about it, probably don't have much problem with women. His short jet black hair was slicked back and in his hand was a pair of black sunglasses. His eyes were the ones that caught her off guard. They were blue with a tint of grey, they held so much expression in them she could see.

"Need some help?" He asked her

"Um…"

"Promise won't steal anything." He flashed a grin.

"Well… I can't seem to get the door open."

"I know, I saw that you were having some trouble with it."

"Oh?"

"Yes. Here, pass me the keys, let me open it for you."

Hesitantly, she handed him the keys and he opened the door and held it open for her so she could put her things in her 'vette.

"Thank you" She said.

"Not a problem."

She smiled at the gentleman that helped her and drove off.

Before she left, he managed to catch a glimpse of a piece of paper sitting on the passenger seat:

CAPT. SARAH MACKENZIE
UNITED STATES MARINE CORP
ID: 2605-WE68-56B9

It was her parking permit.

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Kinda short, I know, Ch 2. Coming soon…. PROMISE!

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