"Enter," Mac said not looking up from the folder in front of her. The door opened and a Navy Captain stepped into the room. The woman looked to be about thirty years old, her orange blond hair was pulled back impossibly tightly and its length was tucked out of sight. Her uniform was impeccable.

"Colonel Mackenzie?" Joey asked. The earpiece and microphone of her radio were absent.

"Yes," Mac said.

"Ma'am, I called on my way over here about Rear Admiral Landau. I understand you're handling a misconduct case of sorts."

"Yes, several complaints have been made about the way Admiral Landau handles some situations."

"I don't want to make your work any more complicated, but I have another complaint to add." Joey said. Mac sighed. "I really am sorry ma'am."

"No, don't be sorry. It's all right."

There were two sharp taps from the door behind Joey. She turned her head as the door opened and Harm's head appeared around it. "Mac I," Harm stopped. "Sorry." He said and disappeared out the door. He knocked again.

"Enter," Mac said smiling. Harm opened the door and stepped inside. "At ease commander." Mac said.

"I can come back ma'am." Joey said.

"No, Commander Rabb here is handling this case also."

"Case?" Harm asked.

"Rear Admiral Landau."

"Oh yeh," Harm nodded.

"What do you have to tell us?" Mac asked.

"I'm captain of a training ship, USTS Jolly Rodger."

"Jolly Rodger." Harm said smiling.

"Yes sir," Joey said returning the smile. "Admiral Landau is my direct superior. So I guess I'm not actually the captain, but I handle the actual training, anyway, earlier today there was a spillage of cleaning chemicals causing a hazardous area on my ship. I requested a team to clean the spill and someone or something to occupy the time of the group of cadets that were supposed to begin training today. He flat out refused my offer stating that our unit was over budget for this quarter."

"This quarter doesn't end for another month." Mac said. "Where'd all the money go?"

"I have no idea ma'am. You'd have to ask the accountant."

"Go on with your story." Mac said.

"He refused to send me a team to mop up the spill instead instructing me I should have the cadets clean up the spill."

"Well that's definitely not proper procedure." Harm said.

"Yes sir, ah, commander," Joey smiled. "Those are hazardous chemicals, and untrained kids."

"But do you have any proof? Anyone else hear this conversation?" Mac asked

"I'm not sure ma'am," Joey admitted. "But the conversation took place over a radio system." She said and pulled the radio set out of her bag. She set it on the desk. "We're a training ship, but I think I already mentioned that. As captain I control two systems of radio communication, it's actually one radio system with different frequencies. Those for my crew and those for the cadets and training. All the conversations that take place over that system on a training frequency are recorded so that at the end of training we can sit down and listen to how cadets handled situations. There's a main recorder and one for individual radio sets."

"This could make our case." Harm said. "Can you get us a recording of the conversation you had with Admiral Landau?"

"I've already arranged to have it sent here. My technicians should have it here in the next hour."

"Why are you reporting this to us?"

"Because this is the final straw. Admiral Landau has bullied me and pushed me around ever since I came to command on that ship. I don't like to think I'm a feminist, I'm no better than any man or woman on my crew, but he belittles me, he teases me and he makes a mockery of the work I do. I don't want this to be a personal vendetta. I can handle my own problems and deal with the bullies on my own within the Navy's terms but I can't do my job when I have to deal with this sort of thing as well."

"Would you say you have a high stress job?" Harm asked.

"No," Joey answered. "Not particularly, I quite enjoy it actually, but there are some unnecessary stressors," She said with a sigh.

"Where can we contact you?" Mac asked. "In relation to the case,"

"On board the Jolly Rodger," Joey said. "Hopefully, the spill has been cleaned up and I can begin training. Even if I'm forced to delay the training further. I'll be on board."

"And if you're not?"

"I'll be at my home in Alexandria." Joey said. She pulled a card from her bag and handed it to Mac. "That's my home and cell phone." She said picking the radio up again.

"Thank you Captain Josephine Gallagher." Mac said reading from the card.

"My apologies ma'am." Joey said.

"It's nice to meet you Captain Gallagher." Mac said standing and extending her hand. "Call me Mac." She smiled.

"Joey."

"Harman Rabb," Mac said motioning toward Harm.

"Harm," He smiled as she shook his hand.

"I hope to hear from you soon." She said and saluted. Mac dismissed the woman and looked at her partner. "What did you want to see me about?"

"Lunch." Harm said.

"What about it?"

"Have you had any?"

"No, not yet."

"Would you like to get some with me?" He asked chuckling.

"Sure." Mac said. She and Harm left the office together.

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