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JAG OFFICES
Mac walked into the bullpen with a smile. There was nothing more relaxing then spending the night in the arms of someone you love.
Love, I can't believe I just thought that. Mac smiled.
"Good morning, Colonel," Harriet said.
"Good morning Harriet. So how is one half of the world's greatest detective team?" Mac smiled.
"We're just fine," Harriet laughed.
"So what was your prize?" Mac asked.
"Oh, an all expense paid weekend at Inner Harbor," Harriet stated.
"Wow, that's amazing. When are you going?" Mac asked.
"We haven't decided yet. I have to admit, I had a great time but I hated being away from the kids." Harriet sighed.
"Well, when you decide to go, I'd be more than happy to watch the kids." Mac advised.
"That would be wonderful," Harriet said. "Do you plan on enlisting anyone's help?"
"Maybe," Mac smiled and went to her office.
Harriet stood there slightly stunned. She wanted to ask Mac what was going on with Harm, but knew better than to open her mouth.
"Lieutenant, the Admiral would like to see you." Tiner advised bring her out of her thoughts.
"Thanks, Tiner." Harriet replied and went to AJ's office.
HARM'S OFFICE
Harm was sitting at his desk, reviewing a case file when he heard a ding advising him of a new e-mail. He looked at the sender and was clueless as to who it was from. He was tempted to hit delete but opted to open it anyway.
FROM: MINUTEMINDER@YAHOO.COM
TO: HRABBJR@JAG.NAVY.MIL
Haven't slept that well in a long time. Thanks for a wonderful night.
Harm smiled when he read the message, instead of hitting reply he got up and went to Mac's office.
MAC'S OFFICE
Harm stood in the door watching Mac as she spoke on the phone to someone. He smiled as she waved him in and pointed to a chair, indicating he should take a seat.
"That's fine," Mac said. "I will forward the papers to you before the end of business today. Thank you."
"What papers?" Harm asked when Mac hung up the phone.
"That was Chloe's school. They sent me a letter asking if I would be interested in coming to career day." Mac told him.
"Are you going to go?" Harm asked.
"Yes, I haven't seen her in sometime, so I thought it would be a good way to kill two birds with one stone." Mac smiled. "Did you need something?"
"Not really," Harm smiled. "I just wanted to ask if you wanted to have dinner tonight."
"Are you asking me out on a date?" Mac smiled.
"I guess I am," Harm replied, "So how about it?"
"I think that would be really nice." Mac stated. "Where did you have in mind?"
"You pick, and let me know." Harm said.
"Ok, I'll think on it and get back to you." Mac replied.
"Well. I need to get back to my office, I am sure I have a million e-mails piling up." Harm said rising.
"You haven't checked your emails yet?" Mac asked.
"No, why?" Harm asked.
"No reason," Mac shrugged. "It was the first thing I did when I came in."
"Considering we weren't here yesterday, I dread what might be there." Harm laughed.
"Yeah, I hear you. I had fifteen e-mails from the SecNav's office alone." Mac said.
"What did they want?" Harm asked.
"Just procedural stuff, nothing exciting," Mac smiled.
"Sounds fun, I was thinking about dinner around 7, if that's ok." Harm said as he left.
"Seven is fine," Mac said.
Harm left the office wondering why he lied about getting the e-mail. He stopped in his tracks and went back to Mac's office.
"Mac, I lied." Harm announced.
"Excuse me?" Mac asked.
"I lied. I got your e-mail – Minute Minder." Harm said. "Last night was the best night's sleep I've ever had too."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Mac asked.
"I didn't want you to think that it was the reason I invited you to dinner." Harm told her.
"Why are you coming clean now?" Mac asked.
"Because I don't want to play games anymore," Harm said. "I was going to ask you about dinner this morning, but you were already gone when I woke."
"Harm, you're insane." Mac laughed.
"Is that a good thing?" Harm asked.
"It's a wonderful thing." Mac smiled. "Now go back to work."
ZOYA'S APARTMENT
Zoya woke up and looked at the clock. It was 9:30 and she was surprised that she has slept so late. She sat up in her bed and then flopped right back down again. She heard noise coming from the living room and quickly jumped out of bed. He wouldn't dare. She thought. She carefully made her way to the living room only to find Magda cleaning.
"Oh Magda, you scared me." Zoya said.
"It's Tuesday," Magda smiled. "I come every Tuesday."
"I know, my calendar is off," Zoya replied. "Do you want some coffee?"
"It's already made," Magda advised. "By the way, why was your phone in the vegetable bin?"
"It was?" Zoya laughed.
"At least it wasn't t your shoes this time," Magda teased. "How do you get your work done?"
"I have a great support staff," Zoya smiled.
"Oh Miss, there is someone I want you to meet." Magda informed her.
"Magda you are the one who introduced me to Harold, please not again." Zoya pleaded.
"This is a nice man, and you need someone in your life." Magda advised.
"What about your daughter? She's around my age." Zoya asked.
"No, I think this one is better for you." Magda smiled.
"What's his name?" Zoya sighed.
"His name is Peter Jacobi, very nice man. A doctor," Magda smiled.
"What kind of doctor?" Zoya asked.
"Well, he's a doctor of archeology." Magda said.
"He studies old bones?" Zoya groaned. "No way, I want someone interested in the present."
"Just meet him," Magda ordered. "He is a nice man."
"Fine," Zoya sighed. "Tell him I will meet him Thursday at 8 at Le Jardine."
"Tonight, 7 at the L'Enfant Lobby Lounge," Magda advised. "And wear something sexy."
"I don't believe you." Zoya groaned. "Hey Magda, does Eliza have a boyfriend?"
"No, my daughter told me I was not to meddle in her affairs." Magda sighed.
"So you meddle in mine instead?" Zoya laughed.
"Why do you ask?" Magda inquired.
"I think I know someone she might like." Zoya said.
"Who?" Magda asked with excitement.
"He works with me at the State Department, handsome and very nice." Zoya said.
"What's his name?" Magda asked.
"Clay Webb, I don't know why I never thought of this before, but I really didn't get to know him until this past weekend." Zoya said. "He really is a nice guy."
"Then why are you not taking him for yourself?" Magda asked.
"We work together," Zoya replied. "I'll set something up."
"You can call my daughter and tell her," Magda said. "As soon as I find your other shoe, you can wear them tonight."
"Yes mom," Zoya laughed.
Zoya went and got dressed. She then planned her day. She was going to wait for Webb to leave his apartment and then have some fun.
CIA HEADQUARTERS
It was 9:30 and Webb had already been up for four hours. He had read the paper, visited Porter and was now sitting in his office. Even though he had the week off, he wanted to get information on Zoya. There was no way he was going to let her get the better of him. He was the best regardless of what she had said. He tapped a few keys and suddenly there was a wealth of information on her. He read through her academic profile and truly impressed. He never realized she went to Harvard. He checked the dates and saw that she entered a year after he graduated. He then looked at the dates again. In 1985 she would have been 19 years old. He thought for sure it was a mistake. He scrolled down and read her history, it made perfect sense. She graduated high school at 16. He read about the death of her parents, he also wondered why he had never checked up on her before. He got her home address and left the office. It was his turn to set her up.
WEBB'S APARTMENT
Dressed as a public works employee, Zoya made her way to Webb's apartment. She carefully looked around the door and noticed a piece of paper in the door jam. Nice try Webb, I saw the Sting too. Zoya laughed as she picked the lock. Once inside, she looked around at his tastefully yet sparsely decorated apartment. Hmmm, no alarm system, not smart.
She walked around and noticed his fish tank, piano and cello. "Well you are an interesting man." Zoya stated.
She saw pictures of an older woman, she assumed was Porter and a picture of a blonde. I bet she's a bimbo. She made her way to his bedroom, everything was in perfect order. How can a person live like this? There wasn't a spec of dust anywhere. She went to his closet and everything was in the same perfect order. Suits neatly hung, shoes perfectly lined up, and ties hung in color order. His dress shirts were even arranged in order of lightest to darkest. This is a sickness. She tried to resist the urge, but could not. She leaned in and sniffed one of his shirts. The scent of Cool Water hit her nose, he does smell good.
She thought about messing up his shoes, but instead opted to rearrange his shirts. She also traded suit jackets. From the bedroom she went to his bathroom, she moved his toiletries around, putting his shaving gel where the deodorant was. She then lifted the bottle of Cool Water, sprayed a little on her sleeve and left the bottle on the corner of the sink without the top on it. She then made her departure. She stood outside his door and carefully replaced the paper into the door jam. Careful not to be noticed, she made her way back to her car and went home. She changed into her running clothes and drove to Lafayette Park for a jog.
ZOYA'S APARTMENT
Webb made it to Zoya's apartment and parked down the street. He had gotten her car information and looked around for the car. Seeing it wasn't there he went to her apartment. Carefully he picked the lock and went inside. Just as the door opened, Webb noticed a string. Before he could react a bucket came crashing down on his head, covering him with flour. When he got the flour out of his eyes he saw a note hanging from the string.
I AM THE BEST!
Webb had to laugh. He shook as much flour off that he could and went home. He had to top her, the question was how.
