Title: Legally Ballistic

Author: cheesmunkee

Rating: PG13

Pairing: Harm/Mac

Category: Drama/Angst/Humor/Crossover

Crossover: CSI

Spoilers: Dunno, lol

Warning: Mild language, innuendo

Disclaimer: If JAG belonged to me or any other H/M shipper, Webb would be nowhere near Mac. That weasel would be dead.

Feedback: Praise me, flame me, drive me crazy. There's not much left to corrupt anyways.

Archive: Just lemme know.

Summary: Harm and Mac go to Vegas to investigate the death of a colleague.

AN: I know that usually NCIS would handle this, but I'm more familiar with CSI right now. I'll make it an NCIS/JAG one later. You don't like it? I don't care.

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JAG Headquarters

Falls Church, Virginia

0500 Zulu

"D*** rain", she muttered as she walked through the doors of JAG Headquarters.

"Good mornin' Mac", Harm smiled cheerfully.

"Yeah.Just peachy", she replied sarcastically.

"What's up Mac? You alright?"

"Harm, look at me. Do I look alright?"

"I-"

"I look like a drowned rat."

"I wouldn't-"

"You wouldn't what? Huh?", she demanded.

"I-"

"First off," she interrupted,"the lightening fried the circuits in my apartment. Directly after my freezing cold shower due to a screwed up H2O heater!"

"Oh."

"Whaddya mean 'Oh'? That's not all! Apparently my gas tank was leaking, so I had to walk a mile in the rain to get here. And since you're here, I'd say I'm late."

"Uh-"

"43 minutes worth of late.", she groaned. "The Admiral's gonna kill me."

"Mac-"

"What?"

"You're blouse."

"What about my bl-" she began as she looked down at her shirt, which just happened to have the top 2 buttons undone.

"S***! Why didn't you tell me?"

"I couldn't get a word in while you were ranting at me."

"Oh."

"Oh, what?", said a deep voice from behind them.

"Oh, nothing, sir", they stuttered.

"I want to see you two in my office in 15 minutes."

"Aye, sir"

"Colonel."

"Yessir."

"You look like h***."

"Uh, thank you sir?."

"What do you think he wants?"

"I dunno Harm. Shot up any ceilings this morning?" Mac teased.

"Cute, Colonel."

"I know I am," she replied cheekily.

"So, are you going to clean up before we go in?"

"Probably should, shouldn't I?"

"Yeah."

"Hey. You're not supposed to agree with me."

"Better hurry, or you'll be late," he called as he walked to his office.

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"Colonel Mackenzie and Commander Rabb to see you sir."

"Thanks Tiner. Send them in."

"Aye, sir."

Harm and Mac walked in and stood at attention.

"Have a seat."

Admiral Chegwidden removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose while they sat down.

"Your next assignment, is investigating Commander Lindsey's death."

Mac glanced at Harm. "Excuse me, sir?" she interjected.

"Commander Lindsey was found in a Las Vegas casino. He had his testicles ripped out."

Harm winced.

"I want you two out there to investigate."