COME HITHER
AUTHOR: Nessie
EMAIL: methchick12@yahoo.com
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Harm/Mac
DISCLAIMER: Don't own JAG, or Mac, Harm or any of the other characters portrayed in this piece... If I did do u think that I would be writing FF?? :) JAG and all its characters belong to Belisarius Productions, Paramount, and CBS.
SUMMARY: A night out with the JAG clan has a lot of surprises
AUTHORS COMMENTS: Characters' speaking parts are in double quotes "text" and characters' thoughts are in single quotes 'text'. Thanks a whole heap to my beta readers. Without you guys I couldn't have completed this story! Thanks!! :) Feedback whether good, bad or ugly will be appreciated. Please review! Thanks!
FRIDAY - 1645 EST
JAG HEADQUARTERS
VIRGINIA
Lt. Col. Sarah 'Mac' Mackenzie sat at her desk waiting for 1700 to roll by so that she could take her tired body home for a well deserved soak in the tub.
Closing her eyes, and rolling her neck slightly, she reached up with her hand to try to massage the sore muscles to relieve some of the stress that had accumulated there over the past week.
'Thank goodness it's Friday. I was beginning to think that this week would never end,' she thought to herself.
Suddenly two large, warm gentle hands pushed hers aside, and began massaging like hers could not. Mac jumped slightly, and became tense until she realised who it was. Mac scolded herself for letting her guard down, and for not realising that Harm had entered her office.
"I knocked and called out a couple of times but you didn't reply, so I just came on in," Harm explained.
The only response he got was a groan.
"You're awful tense today, Marine," Harm stated.
Mac just moaned in response and dropped her head forward to give him more access to her aching neck and shoulder muscles.
Neither talked for the next few minutes, both enjoying the closeness that they shared.
Harm broke the silence. "Hey, everyone's going to McMurphy's after work. You going to come?"
"I don't know. I just feel like having a long soak in the tub, and then falling onto my bed, and not waking 'til Monday morning," Mac moaned.
"Come on. It won't be the same without you there, Mac. Come on, just for a couple of hours," Harm whined, stopping her massage, and kneeling down in front of her chair.
Mac said nothing in reply, just rolled her neck around, rubbing it again, and not looking at him at all.
"Do it for me, please," Harm pleaded, looking up at her with his puppy dog eyes.
Mac raised her arms in mock surrender, "Okay, okay, I'll go but remember, you owe me now, Flyboy!" Mac told him playfully as she began packing files into her briefcase.
Harm straightened with his flyboy grin firmly in place and walked to the door. He stopped in the doorway, turned slightly, saying "I'll pick you up at 1830, okay?" and then left without waiting for her reply.
Mac just smiled, shook her head, then headed out towards the elevator.
*************
1720 EST
SARAH MACKENZIE'S APARTMENT,
GEORGETOWN
As soon as Mac had arrived home, she dropped her briefcase on the coffee table and immediately went to the bathroom to start filling the tub with hot water, mixing in rosemary scented bath oil.
Plodding to her bedroom she then began searching through her drawers to find something comfortable, yet stylish to wear to McMurphy's. Finally she decided on a soft, red cashmere sweater with a cowl neck, and a pair of comfortable black jeans. She smiled slightly, 'Comfortable but sexy,' she thought to herself.
After checking the water and deciding that it was the right temperature, she turned off the taps, undressed and sank gratefully into the soothing water.
Closing her eyes, taking a deep breath and relaxing totally, she mentally calculated how long she could stay in the tub.
'Harm is picking me up at 1830, but knowing him he'll be at least five minutes late,' she chuckled a little bit at this, ' so I have to get out at 1800.'
The thirty or so minutes flew by for Mac, and before she knew it, her internal clock was waking her up from her light doze.
Drawing herself into a sitting position, she pulled the plug, stood, and climbed out of the tub.
Just as she was putting her bathrobe on, her foot slipped on a wet patch, and she found herself being pitched backwards.
A squeal of fright burst from her as her arms flailed to try to find something to grab onto so that she could regain her balance, but there was nothing to grab onto. Almost as though in slow motion the tiled floor came up to meet her, and as she fell ... her head smacked heavily onto the floor, and her body went limp.
** End Chapter One**
A/N: You like? Hate? Do I continue?? Any and all reviews will be greatly appreciated!
AUTHOR: Nessie
EMAIL: methchick12@yahoo.com
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Harm/Mac
DISCLAIMER: Don't own JAG, or Mac, Harm or any of the other characters portrayed in this piece... If I did do u think that I would be writing FF?? :) JAG and all its characters belong to Belisarius Productions, Paramount, and CBS.
SUMMARY: A night out with the JAG clan has a lot of surprises
AUTHORS COMMENTS: Characters' speaking parts are in double quotes "text" and characters' thoughts are in single quotes 'text'. Thanks a whole heap to my beta readers. Without you guys I couldn't have completed this story! Thanks!! :) Feedback whether good, bad or ugly will be appreciated. Please review! Thanks!
FRIDAY - 1645 EST
JAG HEADQUARTERS
VIRGINIA
Lt. Col. Sarah 'Mac' Mackenzie sat at her desk waiting for 1700 to roll by so that she could take her tired body home for a well deserved soak in the tub.
Closing her eyes, and rolling her neck slightly, she reached up with her hand to try to massage the sore muscles to relieve some of the stress that had accumulated there over the past week.
'Thank goodness it's Friday. I was beginning to think that this week would never end,' she thought to herself.
Suddenly two large, warm gentle hands pushed hers aside, and began massaging like hers could not. Mac jumped slightly, and became tense until she realised who it was. Mac scolded herself for letting her guard down, and for not realising that Harm had entered her office.
"I knocked and called out a couple of times but you didn't reply, so I just came on in," Harm explained.
The only response he got was a groan.
"You're awful tense today, Marine," Harm stated.
Mac just moaned in response and dropped her head forward to give him more access to her aching neck and shoulder muscles.
Neither talked for the next few minutes, both enjoying the closeness that they shared.
Harm broke the silence. "Hey, everyone's going to McMurphy's after work. You going to come?"
"I don't know. I just feel like having a long soak in the tub, and then falling onto my bed, and not waking 'til Monday morning," Mac moaned.
"Come on. It won't be the same without you there, Mac. Come on, just for a couple of hours," Harm whined, stopping her massage, and kneeling down in front of her chair.
Mac said nothing in reply, just rolled her neck around, rubbing it again, and not looking at him at all.
"Do it for me, please," Harm pleaded, looking up at her with his puppy dog eyes.
Mac raised her arms in mock surrender, "Okay, okay, I'll go but remember, you owe me now, Flyboy!" Mac told him playfully as she began packing files into her briefcase.
Harm straightened with his flyboy grin firmly in place and walked to the door. He stopped in the doorway, turned slightly, saying "I'll pick you up at 1830, okay?" and then left without waiting for her reply.
Mac just smiled, shook her head, then headed out towards the elevator.
*************
1720 EST
SARAH MACKENZIE'S APARTMENT,
GEORGETOWN
As soon as Mac had arrived home, she dropped her briefcase on the coffee table and immediately went to the bathroom to start filling the tub with hot water, mixing in rosemary scented bath oil.
Plodding to her bedroom she then began searching through her drawers to find something comfortable, yet stylish to wear to McMurphy's. Finally she decided on a soft, red cashmere sweater with a cowl neck, and a pair of comfortable black jeans. She smiled slightly, 'Comfortable but sexy,' she thought to herself.
After checking the water and deciding that it was the right temperature, she turned off the taps, undressed and sank gratefully into the soothing water.
Closing her eyes, taking a deep breath and relaxing totally, she mentally calculated how long she could stay in the tub.
'Harm is picking me up at 1830, but knowing him he'll be at least five minutes late,' she chuckled a little bit at this, ' so I have to get out at 1800.'
The thirty or so minutes flew by for Mac, and before she knew it, her internal clock was waking her up from her light doze.
Drawing herself into a sitting position, she pulled the plug, stood, and climbed out of the tub.
Just as she was putting her bathrobe on, her foot slipped on a wet patch, and she found herself being pitched backwards.
A squeal of fright burst from her as her arms flailed to try to find something to grab onto so that she could regain her balance, but there was nothing to grab onto. Almost as though in slow motion the tiled floor came up to meet her, and as she fell ... her head smacked heavily onto the floor, and her body went limp.
** End Chapter One**
A/N: You like? Hate? Do I continue?? Any and all reviews will be greatly appreciated!
