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"Fashion Advice"
Mac grinned at the e-mail on her screen:
Time: 17:15 Friday, 28Sept2002 To: LTCOL Mackenzie (User ID: F14620) From: LTCMDR Rabb (User ID: M14605) Subject: Can't be bothered typing one.
Hey Mac, The official version's in your inbox somewhere, but I'll just tell you straight. You've got to be in court for the arraignment next Monday at 1000. (I figure we can all sleep in since I get to call the court to session.) See you tomorrow for that coffee, Harm
She replied quickly:
Time: 17:20 Friday, 28Sept2002 To: LTCMDR Rabb (User ID: M14605) From: LTCOL Mackenzie (User ID: F14620) Subject: Re: Can't be bothered typing one.(neither can I)
Hey yourself, Since you get to call the court to session, I won't bother turning up until 1030 on Monday, because otherwise I'll have to wait around for you to arrive for half an hour. I'd love to see you tomorrow. If you're hanging around here IM me and we'll talk, but if I don't see you call me. In the mean time, think about the worst we do over coffee Commander. Mac
She returned to the pile of annoying paperwork on her desk, and the particularly annoying task of preparing her opening statement to the court for Captain Collins' trial, on account of the fact that her client refused to be sensible and plead guilty. 10 minutes later, the flashing taskbar at the bottom of her computer screen distracted her.
Time: 17:30 Friday, 28Sept2002 To: LTCOL Mackenzie (User ID: F14620) From: LTCMDR Rabb (User ID: M14605) Subject: Re: Re: Can't be bothered typing one.(neither can I)
Hey, I'm meant to be leaving, because it's Friday, and I hate staying late and working on Fridays, but if you're staying I'll come and keep you company and we can talk. Harm
PS I'm thinking Mackenzie..
She laughed and hit reply, pushing the pile of paper to one side.
Time: 17:35 Friday, 28Sept2002 To: LTCMDR Rabb (User ID: M14605) From: LTCOL Mackenzie (User ID: F14620) Subject: Re: Re: Re: Can't be bothered typing one.(neither can I)
Hey, Sorry to decline your tempting offer of company, but I must tend to my mountain of paper solitarily. (I'm working on the Collins case and since you're the judge. well, you know.) Anyway, you hate working on Fridays? Commander, you hate working on any day! But I must admit, this place isn't exactly happening this time Friday evening. Work is so boring sometimes. I've discovered the cure for insomnia: long, boring legal documents. Since you're thinking (which is probably a new thing for you...) and I'm almost literally up to my neck in boring paperwork, you can tell me what you're thinking.. Mac
She sat and waited for his reply.
Time: 17:45 Friday, 28Sept2002 To: LTCOL Mackenzie (User ID: F14620) From: LTCMDR Rabb (User ID: M14605) Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Can't be bothered typing one.(neither can I)
Well, since you requested a summary of my thoughts: What are you wearing underneath all that paper Colonel?
Time: 17:50 Friday, 28Sept2002 To: LTCMDR Rabb (User ID: M14605) From: LTCOL Mackenzie (User ID: F14620) Subject: what I'm wearing
Hmm, what would you like me to be wearing Commander?
Time: 17:55 Friday, 28Sept2002 To: LTCOL Mackenzie (User ID: F14620) From: LTCMDR Rabb (User ID: M14605) Subject: what I'd like you to be wearing
I don't know Colonel. but you wouldn't want to be overdressed.
Time: 18:05 Friday, 28Sept2002 To: LTCMDR Rabb (User ID: M14605) From: LTCOL Mackenzie (User ID: F14620) Subject: what you'd like me to be wearing
No, we wouldn't want that.
Time: 18:15 Friday, 28Sept2002 To: LTCOL Mackenzie (User ID: F14620) From: LTCMDR Rabb (User ID: M14605) Subject: over dressing
You sound like you could use some fashion advice.. You still working on Collins' case? Cuz if you're not I could always come give you some tips.
Time: 18:20 Friday, 28Sept2002 To: LTCMDR Rabb (User ID: M14605) From: LTCOL Mackenzie (User ID: F14620) Subject: your fashion advice
Well, the Collins' case is safely buried beneath the mess that covers my desk, so if you feel the need to give a Marine fashion advice, please do.
Time: 18:25 Friday, 28Sept2002 To: LTCOL Mackenzie (User ID: F14620) From: LTCMDR Rabb (User ID: M14605) Subject: giving marine's advice
Giving Marine's any kind of advice is generally very dangerous. What about dinner?
Time: 18:20 Friday, 28Sept2002 To: LTCMDR Rabb (User ID: M14605) From: LTCOL Mackenzie (User ID: F14620) Subject: accepting squid's dinner offers
Accepting any offer of that nature from a squid (and a flyboy) on a Friday night is usually very dangerous. But if your willing to risk giving me fashion advice, I'll muster the courage to eat with you. but before we eat could you help me clean up my desk?
Time: 18:25 Friday, 28Sept2002 To: LTCOL Mackenzie (User ID: F14620) From: LTCMDR Rabb (User ID: M14605) Subject: cleaning up your desk
Cleaning up post-war zones is not my speciality, but if it means dinner with a beautiful woman. what have you got in mind?
She was about to respond when he appeared at her door.
"Well Mackenzie?"
She shut the computer down, stood up and walked around the front of her desk to two organised piles. Picking one up, she walked over him and handed them two him with the instructions, "Carry."
"What have you got here Mac? Like half of the national archives or something?"
"Since Sturgis is sure he'll get me on precedent, I though I'd get a bit of light reading for the weekend Commander," she joked.
"I can assure that it is not light."
"Which is why you're carrying it," she grinned, "Sometimes its very advantageous having a male best friend."
"Ordinarily you wouldn't let me carry anything," he mused, "Is this an admission of defeat?"
She glared at him, "No, I'm carrying one too," she picked the second pile of paper, "I just can't carry both at once."
"I'm only teasing you," he laughed, "Stop frowning Mac, you look so funny when you do that."
"I don't know what is so amusing," she rolled her eyes, and walked out of the room.
He turned the lights off behind her and closed the door, the files balancing precariously in one arm.
"You are so sensitive sometimes," he informed her as they waited for the elevator.
"Because you're so narrow-minded sometimes."
He began to disagree, but thought better of arguing, "So what sought of fashion advice do you need?"
She regarded him solemnly for a moment, and then smiled, "I don't know, you tell me Commander."
"I don't know, how about we discuss it over coffee when we get home?"
"Sounds perfectly procedural and unprejudiced Your Honour."
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A/N: I promise I get to the trial in the next chapter. should hopefully be posted tomorrow. (All hail weekends.. *all hail weekends*) Cheers and coodles to all of you.
"Fashion Advice"
Mac grinned at the e-mail on her screen:
Time: 17:15 Friday, 28Sept2002 To: LTCOL Mackenzie (User ID: F14620) From: LTCMDR Rabb (User ID: M14605) Subject: Can't be bothered typing one.
Hey Mac, The official version's in your inbox somewhere, but I'll just tell you straight. You've got to be in court for the arraignment next Monday at 1000. (I figure we can all sleep in since I get to call the court to session.) See you tomorrow for that coffee, Harm
She replied quickly:
Time: 17:20 Friday, 28Sept2002 To: LTCMDR Rabb (User ID: M14605) From: LTCOL Mackenzie (User ID: F14620) Subject: Re: Can't be bothered typing one.(neither can I)
Hey yourself, Since you get to call the court to session, I won't bother turning up until 1030 on Monday, because otherwise I'll have to wait around for you to arrive for half an hour. I'd love to see you tomorrow. If you're hanging around here IM me and we'll talk, but if I don't see you call me. In the mean time, think about the worst we do over coffee Commander. Mac
She returned to the pile of annoying paperwork on her desk, and the particularly annoying task of preparing her opening statement to the court for Captain Collins' trial, on account of the fact that her client refused to be sensible and plead guilty. 10 minutes later, the flashing taskbar at the bottom of her computer screen distracted her.
Time: 17:30 Friday, 28Sept2002 To: LTCOL Mackenzie (User ID: F14620) From: LTCMDR Rabb (User ID: M14605) Subject: Re: Re: Can't be bothered typing one.(neither can I)
Hey, I'm meant to be leaving, because it's Friday, and I hate staying late and working on Fridays, but if you're staying I'll come and keep you company and we can talk. Harm
PS I'm thinking Mackenzie..
She laughed and hit reply, pushing the pile of paper to one side.
Time: 17:35 Friday, 28Sept2002 To: LTCMDR Rabb (User ID: M14605) From: LTCOL Mackenzie (User ID: F14620) Subject: Re: Re: Re: Can't be bothered typing one.(neither can I)
Hey, Sorry to decline your tempting offer of company, but I must tend to my mountain of paper solitarily. (I'm working on the Collins case and since you're the judge. well, you know.) Anyway, you hate working on Fridays? Commander, you hate working on any day! But I must admit, this place isn't exactly happening this time Friday evening. Work is so boring sometimes. I've discovered the cure for insomnia: long, boring legal documents. Since you're thinking (which is probably a new thing for you...) and I'm almost literally up to my neck in boring paperwork, you can tell me what you're thinking.. Mac
She sat and waited for his reply.
Time: 17:45 Friday, 28Sept2002 To: LTCOL Mackenzie (User ID: F14620) From: LTCMDR Rabb (User ID: M14605) Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Can't be bothered typing one.(neither can I)
Well, since you requested a summary of my thoughts: What are you wearing underneath all that paper Colonel?
Time: 17:50 Friday, 28Sept2002 To: LTCMDR Rabb (User ID: M14605) From: LTCOL Mackenzie (User ID: F14620) Subject: what I'm wearing
Hmm, what would you like me to be wearing Commander?
Time: 17:55 Friday, 28Sept2002 To: LTCOL Mackenzie (User ID: F14620) From: LTCMDR Rabb (User ID: M14605) Subject: what I'd like you to be wearing
I don't know Colonel. but you wouldn't want to be overdressed.
Time: 18:05 Friday, 28Sept2002 To: LTCMDR Rabb (User ID: M14605) From: LTCOL Mackenzie (User ID: F14620) Subject: what you'd like me to be wearing
No, we wouldn't want that.
Time: 18:15 Friday, 28Sept2002 To: LTCOL Mackenzie (User ID: F14620) From: LTCMDR Rabb (User ID: M14605) Subject: over dressing
You sound like you could use some fashion advice.. You still working on Collins' case? Cuz if you're not I could always come give you some tips.
Time: 18:20 Friday, 28Sept2002 To: LTCMDR Rabb (User ID: M14605) From: LTCOL Mackenzie (User ID: F14620) Subject: your fashion advice
Well, the Collins' case is safely buried beneath the mess that covers my desk, so if you feel the need to give a Marine fashion advice, please do.
Time: 18:25 Friday, 28Sept2002 To: LTCOL Mackenzie (User ID: F14620) From: LTCMDR Rabb (User ID: M14605) Subject: giving marine's advice
Giving Marine's any kind of advice is generally very dangerous. What about dinner?
Time: 18:20 Friday, 28Sept2002 To: LTCMDR Rabb (User ID: M14605) From: LTCOL Mackenzie (User ID: F14620) Subject: accepting squid's dinner offers
Accepting any offer of that nature from a squid (and a flyboy) on a Friday night is usually very dangerous. But if your willing to risk giving me fashion advice, I'll muster the courage to eat with you. but before we eat could you help me clean up my desk?
Time: 18:25 Friday, 28Sept2002 To: LTCOL Mackenzie (User ID: F14620) From: LTCMDR Rabb (User ID: M14605) Subject: cleaning up your desk
Cleaning up post-war zones is not my speciality, but if it means dinner with a beautiful woman. what have you got in mind?
She was about to respond when he appeared at her door.
"Well Mackenzie?"
She shut the computer down, stood up and walked around the front of her desk to two organised piles. Picking one up, she walked over him and handed them two him with the instructions, "Carry."
"What have you got here Mac? Like half of the national archives or something?"
"Since Sturgis is sure he'll get me on precedent, I though I'd get a bit of light reading for the weekend Commander," she joked.
"I can assure that it is not light."
"Which is why you're carrying it," she grinned, "Sometimes its very advantageous having a male best friend."
"Ordinarily you wouldn't let me carry anything," he mused, "Is this an admission of defeat?"
She glared at him, "No, I'm carrying one too," she picked the second pile of paper, "I just can't carry both at once."
"I'm only teasing you," he laughed, "Stop frowning Mac, you look so funny when you do that."
"I don't know what is so amusing," she rolled her eyes, and walked out of the room.
He turned the lights off behind her and closed the door, the files balancing precariously in one arm.
"You are so sensitive sometimes," he informed her as they waited for the elevator.
"Because you're so narrow-minded sometimes."
He began to disagree, but thought better of arguing, "So what sought of fashion advice do you need?"
She regarded him solemnly for a moment, and then smiled, "I don't know, you tell me Commander."
"I don't know, how about we discuss it over coffee when we get home?"
"Sounds perfectly procedural and unprejudiced Your Honour."
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A/N: I promise I get to the trial in the next chapter. should hopefully be posted tomorrow. (All hail weekends.. *all hail weekends*) Cheers and coodles to all of you.