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HARM'S OFFICE
Harm sat in his office, staring out into the bullpen. He had no idea on how he was going to accomplish this bet. Yes, he wanted Super Bowl tickets but if it meant pushing Mac away even further by kissing her. He would just have to make sure that she wouldn't find out about the bet.
He glanced down at his watch. It was almost 9:00, he had a staff meeting to go to. He gathered up a few files that he was to give to the Admiral and headed off. Out of habit, he glanced over at Mac's office. The door was closed and the lights were off. That was bizarre, she was always one of the first ones to arrive at the office every morning. Oh, well, maybe she and Webb had a busy weekend.
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Mac was running late. For one of the very few times in her life, her alarm hadn't gone off and she woke up a half hour after she was supposed to. Now she was going to be late for the staff meeting and her tardiness would put the Admiral in a bad mood for the day. Not that he wasn't already in a weird mood lately. One day, he had randomly started talking about baseball in the break room. What was worse was that he was talking to himself about it. Maybe if she hurried, she could still make the meeting and save herself from the wrath of the Admiral.
She raced into the building, almost knocking an innocent door guard over. She briskly headed towards her office to set her things down and grab the needed items for the meeting when she ran into something tall and hard. Or rather, someone.
Harm looked away from Mac's dark office and turned around just in time to be hit by someone. The files he had been holding flew out of his hands, throwing papers everywhere, as he reached out to steady the woman who had decided to bulldoze him this morning.
He smiled when he saw who it was. Mac quickly regained her balance, thanks to the help of Harm, and he reluctantly dropped his arms.
"I'm so sorry, flyboy. I wasn't looking where I was going," she apologized, kneeling down to help pick up his files.
It had been so long since she had called him flyboy, he wondered if it had just slipped out. Harm knelt down at the same time, almost hitting heads with her.
"Running a little late this morning, Jarhead?" he teased back. "That internal clock of yours stop working?"
"No, I just woke up a little late. My clock never stops working."
"When are you going to tell me how you do that?" he asked, almost whining. They had been partners for almost 8 years and she still hadn't let him in on her secret.
The Admiral, along with the rest of the bullpen, stood watching them. None of them could remember the last time that the Colonel and the Commander had talked to each other without arguing about something. Now, they were surprised in the change of behavior in both of them.
Harm had his opportunity to win his bet right then and there. She was so close and the Admiral was probably already in the staff room, waiting for them. Another 30 seconds wouldn't make that much of a difference.
Mac looked up at him and handed him the newly organized files but stopped when she saw the look in his eyes. She could tell what he wanted to do, and she remembered the bet. If he did it now, then she wouldn't be able to tease him. But it had been so long since they had kissed...it was almost like she was frozen.
Harm leaned in closer and...
Harm sat in his office, staring out into the bullpen. He had no idea on how he was going to accomplish this bet. Yes, he wanted Super Bowl tickets but if it meant pushing Mac away even further by kissing her. He would just have to make sure that she wouldn't find out about the bet.
He glanced down at his watch. It was almost 9:00, he had a staff meeting to go to. He gathered up a few files that he was to give to the Admiral and headed off. Out of habit, he glanced over at Mac's office. The door was closed and the lights were off. That was bizarre, she was always one of the first ones to arrive at the office every morning. Oh, well, maybe she and Webb had a busy weekend.
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Mac was running late. For one of the very few times in her life, her alarm hadn't gone off and she woke up a half hour after she was supposed to. Now she was going to be late for the staff meeting and her tardiness would put the Admiral in a bad mood for the day. Not that he wasn't already in a weird mood lately. One day, he had randomly started talking about baseball in the break room. What was worse was that he was talking to himself about it. Maybe if she hurried, she could still make the meeting and save herself from the wrath of the Admiral.
She raced into the building, almost knocking an innocent door guard over. She briskly headed towards her office to set her things down and grab the needed items for the meeting when she ran into something tall and hard. Or rather, someone.
Harm looked away from Mac's dark office and turned around just in time to be hit by someone. The files he had been holding flew out of his hands, throwing papers everywhere, as he reached out to steady the woman who had decided to bulldoze him this morning.
He smiled when he saw who it was. Mac quickly regained her balance, thanks to the help of Harm, and he reluctantly dropped his arms.
"I'm so sorry, flyboy. I wasn't looking where I was going," she apologized, kneeling down to help pick up his files.
It had been so long since she had called him flyboy, he wondered if it had just slipped out. Harm knelt down at the same time, almost hitting heads with her.
"Running a little late this morning, Jarhead?" he teased back. "That internal clock of yours stop working?"
"No, I just woke up a little late. My clock never stops working."
"When are you going to tell me how you do that?" he asked, almost whining. They had been partners for almost 8 years and she still hadn't let him in on her secret.
The Admiral, along with the rest of the bullpen, stood watching them. None of them could remember the last time that the Colonel and the Commander had talked to each other without arguing about something. Now, they were surprised in the change of behavior in both of them.
Harm had his opportunity to win his bet right then and there. She was so close and the Admiral was probably already in the staff room, waiting for them. Another 30 seconds wouldn't make that much of a difference.
Mac looked up at him and handed him the newly organized files but stopped when she saw the look in his eyes. She could tell what he wanted to do, and she remembered the bet. If he did it now, then she wouldn't be able to tease him. But it had been so long since they had kissed...it was almost like she was frozen.
Harm leaned in closer and...