Mackenzie Residence
North of Union Station
Friday couldn't have come slower for Mac. She had spent Monday setting up her office, Tuesday the Admiral gave her a case that she wrapped up Wednesday, and Thursday she asked Harriet if she wouldn't mind watching the kids over the weekend. She was more then happy to oblige, claiming it was about time that she and Harm spent sometime alone. Friday, however, went by slower than the rest of the week. The seconds seemed like minutes, the minutes like hours, and the hours like days. And with no case to investigate she had only paperwork to deal with. The lunches with Harm only made it harder to get through the week; he refused to tell her where they were going, only supplying her with the fact that she might want to pack a bathing suit.
Now it was Friday, and she was so frustrated with need that she thought she might explode if Harm so much as touched her. Jamie was gone; Harriet had offered to pick her and Jase up from school, so Mac the apartment to herself. Harm was supposed to pick her up in fifteen minutes, but with him you never knew so she sat down and turned on the TV.