Disclaimer: I obviously don't own JAG. I'm just a poor white girl with no
job...
"Harm, say something please?" Mac asked, knowing exactly what he was thinking.
"I thought you didn't have a sister Mac?" Harm asked, feeling hurt that Mac wouldn't inform him of something like this.
"With all due respect Cmdr, she didn't know until just a few minuets ago. I found out when I enlisted for this job," Jordan told him.
"Mac?" he asked. She nodded her head.
"Official papers right here Harm," she said as she handed him the papers.
"From the Air Force?" he asked looking at Jordan. She nodded. "You fly?" She nodded again, causing Harm to smile and Mac to cringe. "I'll take that. You'll have to fly with me some time."
"Oh, Cmdr, I dunno if I can do that," Jordan responded. Harm glared.
"It's an order." Jordan nodded.
"Harm , will you excuse us? I need to talk to her for a minuet." Harm nodded and walked outside.
"Are you two an item?" Jordan asked as soon as Harm closed the door. Mac's eyes got big.
"No. Why do you ask?" she retorted.
"I saw the way you were looking at him Mac. I know that look. I saw it in my parents every day of their lives." Mac looked down, then back up.
"Wait a second. You were obviously adopted, so why is your last name the same as mine?"
"Not sure. My parents were up front with me and told me as soon as I could understand that I was adopted, so I always knew why my last name was different from theirs," Jordan said. Mac was totally confused. She believed her, because this stuff came from official offices of the United States Air Force and well, when you looked at them, it was obvious they were related.
"You feel like getting outta here? I need food," Mac said, causing Jordan to smiled.
"You read my mind Mac." They got up and headed out of the office.
Sorry this one is so short, but the next one will be longer. I promise!
"Harm, say something please?" Mac asked, knowing exactly what he was thinking.
"I thought you didn't have a sister Mac?" Harm asked, feeling hurt that Mac wouldn't inform him of something like this.
"With all due respect Cmdr, she didn't know until just a few minuets ago. I found out when I enlisted for this job," Jordan told him.
"Mac?" he asked. She nodded her head.
"Official papers right here Harm," she said as she handed him the papers.
"From the Air Force?" he asked looking at Jordan. She nodded. "You fly?" She nodded again, causing Harm to smile and Mac to cringe. "I'll take that. You'll have to fly with me some time."
"Oh, Cmdr, I dunno if I can do that," Jordan responded. Harm glared.
"It's an order." Jordan nodded.
"Harm , will you excuse us? I need to talk to her for a minuet." Harm nodded and walked outside.
"Are you two an item?" Jordan asked as soon as Harm closed the door. Mac's eyes got big.
"No. Why do you ask?" she retorted.
"I saw the way you were looking at him Mac. I know that look. I saw it in my parents every day of their lives." Mac looked down, then back up.
"Wait a second. You were obviously adopted, so why is your last name the same as mine?"
"Not sure. My parents were up front with me and told me as soon as I could understand that I was adopted, so I always knew why my last name was different from theirs," Jordan said. Mac was totally confused. She believed her, because this stuff came from official offices of the United States Air Force and well, when you looked at them, it was obvious they were related.
"You feel like getting outta here? I need food," Mac said, causing Jordan to smiled.
"You read my mind Mac." They got up and headed out of the office.
Sorry this one is so short, but the next one will be longer. I promise!