A/N: Well, this is chapter six, but as one of you requested, there may be
an epilogue, and, depending on how I feel when I'm done with that, some
type of sequel. I hope you guys like this one! Read and review please, and
let me know what you think!
More Than Enough
Chapter Six
"No, you don't understand. I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. Both of them will stay with JAG, and they will stay with me at Headquarters. They are two of the best lawyers I have, and I'm not going to split them up now..." The Admiral listened for several minutes. "I don't care about that! Have you ever seen these two opposite each other in a courtroom? It's deadly. I doubt things will stay that way if we separate them." More silence on the Admiral's part. "Yes, I do, the Roberts's. If the arrangement worked for them, I'm sure it will work for the Colonel and the Commander. Yes. Thank you sir. Uh-huh. Yes sir. Goodbye." The Admiral hung up the phone and smiled at Harm and Mac. "Well, Colonel, I suggest you go have some new name tapes made, because you're both staying with me!" he announced.
Harm and Mac nodded, saluted, and left the Admiral's office in better spirits than they'd entered it. The bullpen was buzzing with activity. Bud was busily chatting with Sturgis near the elevator, Harriet was talking to a flower shop owner on the telephone, and several other people were stationed at copy machines, computers, or the break room doing various different things.
"Are you excited?" whispered Harm.
Mac nodded. "Yeah." She smiled. "I'm kind of glad Harriet wanted to help, though. I've been so tired lately it isn't even funny,"
"Well, I'm no expert, but I'm guessing that pregnancy can do that to a woman." Harm sighed. "I'm dreading the mood swings..." he cringed. "I mean, you're quite a handful just when you're in a good mood, so..." The expression on his face nearly made her laugh.
Mac smacked him on the arm. "I am not that bad!" she defended herself.
"Sure..." Harm teased.
"Watch it, Flyboy...." Mac warned.
Harm stepped back. "Okay Marine, now I'm scared..." he laughed.
"Colonel, the flower caterer has been arranged!" Harriet announced. "And your dress fitting is in an hour. We better hope you don't get too much bigger by next week, or we may be in trouble..." she joked.
Mac nodded. "But Harriet, we still don't know where the wedding will be!" she objected.
"You'll see...." She smiled.
The Admiral, locked in his office, was again on the phone. "Yes, Mr. Secretary. They met there. Yes, sir. Do you think it can be arranged? No, sir...we need to have it next weekend before the Colonel gets any bigger..." he laughed. "Really? Thank you, sir! That's awesome, sir!" The Admiral hung up the phone, and scratched his head. He was starting to turn into a bit of a softie...He laughed, shrugged, and went out into the bullpen to tell Harriet the news. As he got out there, Harm, Mac, and Bud were leaving to go to Mac's dress fitting.
"Here ye, here ye!" smiled the Admiral. "You are all cordially invited to the Rabb-Mackenzie wedding, next Saturday in the White House rose garden!"
Harriet clapped. "You want to know the best part, sir?" she grinned. "Neither of them knows it yet. And I've kept Bud in the dark about it, so we don't have to worry about him slipping up, either..." she revealed.
"This is going to be quite an interesting week," Sturgis commented from the corner of the room.
"How do I look?" asked Mac.
Harm could only stare. She was beautiful. It was Bud who spoke first. "Wow..." he whispered. "Ma'am, you look great..."
"Beautiful..." Harm added.
"Good," Mac nodded. "You think I'll still fit in it by next week?" she asked.
"You should, ma'am...you're not that big at all for how far along you are..." Bud answered.
"I'll be sure not to tell Harriet you said that," smiled Mac.
Bud smiled appreciatively. "Thanks, ma'am." He nodded.
The next week passed in a blur. Harm and Mac had even begun to grow suspicious of their JAG friends, as they realized that people would talk in whispers around them. The fact that they still didn't know where the wedding was slightly frightened Mac. She had no idea what her friends had planned for her, and knowing this group of people as she did, it would be big. It was how big it would be that had her worried.
"You look beautiful, ma'am...although how that thing still fits you is beyond me..." Bud admitted.
"Bud Roberts!" Harriet whacked him with the purse that matched her bride's maid dress.
Bud winced. "Ouch..." he groaned.
"The limo's waiting, ma'am. Let's not be late..." Harriet smiled.
"Where's this thing taking us, Harriet?" Mac demanded. The windows were tinted so dark that she couldn't see where they were headed. She squinted, but nothing seemed to make seeing anything any easier.
Harriet laughed. "They're tinted like that for a reason, ma'am. You're not supposed to be able to see where we are going..." she grinned.
"Harriet, while we're not at the office, it's Mac, or Sara, all right?" she smiled. "This had better be really good. You two have had Harm and me scared to death for a whole week wondering what you were doing. Don't think we weren't suspicious or anything...all that whispering, how could we not be?" she added.
The limo had stopped. Mac's heart jumped into her throat wondering what would come next. Harriet and Bud were out of the limo first. And then, finally, she would get to see what all the fuss had been about. She stepped outside, and gasped in surprise. They were standing in front of the White House. The Admiral and the Secretary of the Navy were smiling at her. They led her around back. Her heart was pounding so loud that she could hear it in her ears.
In the White House's rose garden, several chairs and beautiful flower arrangements on perfectly white tables were sitting out. Mac couldn't help it. She giggled with glee.
"Sir, how did you...I mean, why...err...how? Thank you so much, sir..." She stammered.
The Admiral grinned. "Sara, you two met here, didn't you? I just thought it would be proper to bring things back to where they started..." he pat her on the shoulder. "You deserve it." He added.
It was then that Mac saw Harm. He was standing several feet away, smiling at her, when 'Here Comes the Bride' began to play. He was decked out in dress whites and gold wings, and the sight of him, standing there in the sunlight, his smile just for her, made her go weak at the knees. With the Admiral on her arm, she began to walk towards him...
The reception after the wedding was held at Memorial Park. After the first dance, Harm, Mac, and Harm's parents walked over to see the Vietnam memorial wall. Trish outlined the letters of Harm senior's name. Later, Mac left a single rose from her bouquet at the site. The rest of it was caught by her little sister Chloe.
"Been an interesting day, hasn't it, Marine?" smirked Harm.
Mac pretended to be thinking really hard. "Well, it definitely rates somewhere in the top three..." she smiled and kissed him. "I love you, flyboy...." She whispered.
"I love you too, Sara..." he smiled back.
A/N: I know...kind of fluffy ending, but there is an epilogue, so tell me what you thought of this one, and I'll be posting the epilogue up very soon! Hope you guys liked it!
More Than Enough
Chapter Six
"No, you don't understand. I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. Both of them will stay with JAG, and they will stay with me at Headquarters. They are two of the best lawyers I have, and I'm not going to split them up now..." The Admiral listened for several minutes. "I don't care about that! Have you ever seen these two opposite each other in a courtroom? It's deadly. I doubt things will stay that way if we separate them." More silence on the Admiral's part. "Yes, I do, the Roberts's. If the arrangement worked for them, I'm sure it will work for the Colonel and the Commander. Yes. Thank you sir. Uh-huh. Yes sir. Goodbye." The Admiral hung up the phone and smiled at Harm and Mac. "Well, Colonel, I suggest you go have some new name tapes made, because you're both staying with me!" he announced.
Harm and Mac nodded, saluted, and left the Admiral's office in better spirits than they'd entered it. The bullpen was buzzing with activity. Bud was busily chatting with Sturgis near the elevator, Harriet was talking to a flower shop owner on the telephone, and several other people were stationed at copy machines, computers, or the break room doing various different things.
"Are you excited?" whispered Harm.
Mac nodded. "Yeah." She smiled. "I'm kind of glad Harriet wanted to help, though. I've been so tired lately it isn't even funny,"
"Well, I'm no expert, but I'm guessing that pregnancy can do that to a woman." Harm sighed. "I'm dreading the mood swings..." he cringed. "I mean, you're quite a handful just when you're in a good mood, so..." The expression on his face nearly made her laugh.
Mac smacked him on the arm. "I am not that bad!" she defended herself.
"Sure..." Harm teased.
"Watch it, Flyboy...." Mac warned.
Harm stepped back. "Okay Marine, now I'm scared..." he laughed.
"Colonel, the flower caterer has been arranged!" Harriet announced. "And your dress fitting is in an hour. We better hope you don't get too much bigger by next week, or we may be in trouble..." she joked.
Mac nodded. "But Harriet, we still don't know where the wedding will be!" she objected.
"You'll see...." She smiled.
The Admiral, locked in his office, was again on the phone. "Yes, Mr. Secretary. They met there. Yes, sir. Do you think it can be arranged? No, sir...we need to have it next weekend before the Colonel gets any bigger..." he laughed. "Really? Thank you, sir! That's awesome, sir!" The Admiral hung up the phone, and scratched his head. He was starting to turn into a bit of a softie...He laughed, shrugged, and went out into the bullpen to tell Harriet the news. As he got out there, Harm, Mac, and Bud were leaving to go to Mac's dress fitting.
"Here ye, here ye!" smiled the Admiral. "You are all cordially invited to the Rabb-Mackenzie wedding, next Saturday in the White House rose garden!"
Harriet clapped. "You want to know the best part, sir?" she grinned. "Neither of them knows it yet. And I've kept Bud in the dark about it, so we don't have to worry about him slipping up, either..." she revealed.
"This is going to be quite an interesting week," Sturgis commented from the corner of the room.
"How do I look?" asked Mac.
Harm could only stare. She was beautiful. It was Bud who spoke first. "Wow..." he whispered. "Ma'am, you look great..."
"Beautiful..." Harm added.
"Good," Mac nodded. "You think I'll still fit in it by next week?" she asked.
"You should, ma'am...you're not that big at all for how far along you are..." Bud answered.
"I'll be sure not to tell Harriet you said that," smiled Mac.
Bud smiled appreciatively. "Thanks, ma'am." He nodded.
The next week passed in a blur. Harm and Mac had even begun to grow suspicious of their JAG friends, as they realized that people would talk in whispers around them. The fact that they still didn't know where the wedding was slightly frightened Mac. She had no idea what her friends had planned for her, and knowing this group of people as she did, it would be big. It was how big it would be that had her worried.
"You look beautiful, ma'am...although how that thing still fits you is beyond me..." Bud admitted.
"Bud Roberts!" Harriet whacked him with the purse that matched her bride's maid dress.
Bud winced. "Ouch..." he groaned.
"The limo's waiting, ma'am. Let's not be late..." Harriet smiled.
"Where's this thing taking us, Harriet?" Mac demanded. The windows were tinted so dark that she couldn't see where they were headed. She squinted, but nothing seemed to make seeing anything any easier.
Harriet laughed. "They're tinted like that for a reason, ma'am. You're not supposed to be able to see where we are going..." she grinned.
"Harriet, while we're not at the office, it's Mac, or Sara, all right?" she smiled. "This had better be really good. You two have had Harm and me scared to death for a whole week wondering what you were doing. Don't think we weren't suspicious or anything...all that whispering, how could we not be?" she added.
The limo had stopped. Mac's heart jumped into her throat wondering what would come next. Harriet and Bud were out of the limo first. And then, finally, she would get to see what all the fuss had been about. She stepped outside, and gasped in surprise. They were standing in front of the White House. The Admiral and the Secretary of the Navy were smiling at her. They led her around back. Her heart was pounding so loud that she could hear it in her ears.
In the White House's rose garden, several chairs and beautiful flower arrangements on perfectly white tables were sitting out. Mac couldn't help it. She giggled with glee.
"Sir, how did you...I mean, why...err...how? Thank you so much, sir..." She stammered.
The Admiral grinned. "Sara, you two met here, didn't you? I just thought it would be proper to bring things back to where they started..." he pat her on the shoulder. "You deserve it." He added.
It was then that Mac saw Harm. He was standing several feet away, smiling at her, when 'Here Comes the Bride' began to play. He was decked out in dress whites and gold wings, and the sight of him, standing there in the sunlight, his smile just for her, made her go weak at the knees. With the Admiral on her arm, she began to walk towards him...
The reception after the wedding was held at Memorial Park. After the first dance, Harm, Mac, and Harm's parents walked over to see the Vietnam memorial wall. Trish outlined the letters of Harm senior's name. Later, Mac left a single rose from her bouquet at the site. The rest of it was caught by her little sister Chloe.
"Been an interesting day, hasn't it, Marine?" smirked Harm.
Mac pretended to be thinking really hard. "Well, it definitely rates somewhere in the top three..." she smiled and kissed him. "I love you, flyboy...." She whispered.
"I love you too, Sara..." he smiled back.
A/N: I know...kind of fluffy ending, but there is an epilogue, so tell me what you thought of this one, and I'll be posting the epilogue up very soon! Hope you guys liked it!