Name: MONDAY MORNING IN THE OFFICE 1/1
Author name: Mariposa
Feedback: mailto:mariposapapillon@earthlink.net
Appreciated and encouraged. This is the only payment we writers receive.
Rating: Depends on your own mind
Spoilers: Nothing in particular
Disclaimer: Mine! Mine! Mine! (I wish)
Summery: Just a bit of flash fic
Notes: For Tom
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FRIDAY
1500 ZULU (0900 LOCAL)
JAG HEADQUARTERS
FALLS CHURCH, VA
"It's all your fault."
"Is not."
"Is too. You could have stopped this any time you wanted."
"How?"
"You just had to tell me."
"Yeah, right. Tell the "Flyboy" to cool his jets."
"I would have.
"Uh huh. And I'm going to be Commandant of the Marines."
"You'd make a cute commandant."
"Don't start."
"I didn't start it. You did."
"How do you figure that?"
"Well you're the one who was making all the noise in the file room."
"I DID NOT!"
"You're shouting again."
"YOU could have shut the door. At least then we would have had some warning before Harriet walked in on us."
"That's right. Blame the guy."
"You're not getting out of this mess with sweet talk."
"I thought that's how I got in this mess in the first place."
"You wish."
"No. I know."
"Colonel. Commander. The Admiral said to go right in."
"Thanks, Tiner. How mad is he?"
"There's a TEMPDU requisition for a LSO officer at NAS Antarctica, and a Legal Affairs Officer in Guam that the Admiral wants to see right after he's done talking with you and the Colonel, Sir."
"You've really gone and done it this time, Squid."
"At least you won't be packing long underwear, Jarhead. The Admiral always liked you best."
"Have you every been to Guam this time of year?"
"I've never been to Guam period."
"Lucky you."
"Commander Rabb and Colonel MacKenzie reporting as ordered, Sir!"
"All right you two! Can you tell me why you haven't managed to resolve the Seaman Wyciskala littering case?"
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Author name: Mariposa
Feedback: mailto:mariposapapillon@earthlink.net
Appreciated and encouraged. This is the only payment we writers receive.
Rating: Depends on your own mind
Spoilers: Nothing in particular
Disclaimer: Mine! Mine! Mine! (I wish)
Summery: Just a bit of flash fic
Notes: For Tom
*~*~*~*~*~*
FRIDAY
1500 ZULU (0900 LOCAL)
JAG HEADQUARTERS
FALLS CHURCH, VA
"It's all your fault."
"Is not."
"Is too. You could have stopped this any time you wanted."
"How?"
"You just had to tell me."
"Yeah, right. Tell the "Flyboy" to cool his jets."
"I would have.
"Uh huh. And I'm going to be Commandant of the Marines."
"You'd make a cute commandant."
"Don't start."
"I didn't start it. You did."
"How do you figure that?"
"Well you're the one who was making all the noise in the file room."
"I DID NOT!"
"You're shouting again."
"YOU could have shut the door. At least then we would have had some warning before Harriet walked in on us."
"That's right. Blame the guy."
"You're not getting out of this mess with sweet talk."
"I thought that's how I got in this mess in the first place."
"You wish."
"No. I know."
"Colonel. Commander. The Admiral said to go right in."
"Thanks, Tiner. How mad is he?"
"There's a TEMPDU requisition for a LSO officer at NAS Antarctica, and a Legal Affairs Officer in Guam that the Admiral wants to see right after he's done talking with you and the Colonel, Sir."
"You've really gone and done it this time, Squid."
"At least you won't be packing long underwear, Jarhead. The Admiral always liked you best."
"Have you every been to Guam this time of year?"
"I've never been to Guam period."
"Lucky you."
"Commander Rabb and Colonel MacKenzie reporting as ordered, Sir!"
"All right you two! Can you tell me why you haven't managed to resolve the Seaman Wyciskala littering case?"
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