"What did the Admiral mean about the sexual harassment policy?" Tiner asked
as he drove Jen home.
"I'll tell you if you promise not to freak out."
"Jen, telling someone not to freak out is kind of like telling someone not to look down when they are up high."
"Still..." Jen said.
"Fine, I promise not to freak out."
"The first day we got there Colonel Mackenzie sent me to get some food, three guys decided that I was fresh meat and that they'd hit on me."
"What?" Jason snapped to look at her.
"Keep your eyes on the road." She suggested. "They were being a little pushy and wouldn't back off so I offered to recite the sexual harassment policy for them. They didn't believe I worked at JAG. They got a little hostile."
"You should press charges."
"It was fine, I was handling the situation. It's not like I've never been hit on before you know. Besides I've hung out with some work characters than three overzealous sailors, I have been in the brig and well you haven't exactly met Tiny and Hal, they're good guys, but they aren't exactly the most law abiding citizens."
"But still Jen..."
"Still nothing I was handling it, but Colonel Mackenzie stepped in. She made them stand while sat and had a chat. It was quite funny. Jason, you might want to slow down. I really don't think you want to explain to the Admiral that you're late back because the police caught you speeding and besides I think my lawyer is busy today."
"Your lawyer?" He questioned.
"Commander Rabb. He has been every since that Christmas, any legal work I need done I just have to ask. I retained his services for a cup of coffee. Those guys dropped it after that, and after the incident we had them running around doing scut work. They were under orders to do exactly what I told them too."
"Orders from whom?" Jason asked.
"Colonel Mackenzie and Commander Turner." Jen replied.
"So what exactly have you been doing?"
"I can tell you that, we're under gag orders until we talk to the CNO tomorrow. But I can tell you I learnt more than I ever wanted to know about F-14's."
"I'm sure if you ask Commander Rabb nicely he'll tell you even more."
"I learnt most of it from him. We had a nice chat at 0600 here."
"You called Commander Rabb at 0600?" Jason questioned.
"Not exactly, Colonel Mackenzie called to tell him what was going on and that she may not be able to call him for a few days. I needed unbiased explanation of information I can't share works on an F-14, the Commander was the obvious choice."
"I see."
"So what've you been up to since I've been away?" Jen asked.
"Worked late a couple of nights, went out with Gunny, studied."
"So just your normal thing then?" She teased.
"I missed you like hell."
"I missed you too. But Colonel Mackenzie and I worked out we were pretty lucky."
"How's that?"
"You and Commander Rabb don't have to go away a lot and neither do we. Which works out better than most relationships in the military."
"Good point."
"So you never did answer my question about fried chicken and a movie." Jen pointed.
"I'll pick them up on way over any preference for the movie?"
"Nothing even remotely connected to planes of any sort, boats, military or lawyers."
"I'll see what I can do. So are you going to crash when you get home?" Jason asked.
"No, best way to beat jet lag is to go back to your normal routine. I'll go to bed at the time I normally would. It will make things easier, especially since I have to get up early to go to the Pentagon. I need to find a one hour dry cleaners to get my uniform cleaned."
"You nervous about going to the Pentagon."
"Have you seen the place? And everything is based on fives. Five sides, five floors, five miles of corridors."
"I know what you mean." He smiled. "But you'll be fine once you get through the initial fear factor."
"Tell me that tomorrow once I'm there."
"You'll be fine, I promise."
"I'll hold you to that."
TBC
"I'll tell you if you promise not to freak out."
"Jen, telling someone not to freak out is kind of like telling someone not to look down when they are up high."
"Still..." Jen said.
"Fine, I promise not to freak out."
"The first day we got there Colonel Mackenzie sent me to get some food, three guys decided that I was fresh meat and that they'd hit on me."
"What?" Jason snapped to look at her.
"Keep your eyes on the road." She suggested. "They were being a little pushy and wouldn't back off so I offered to recite the sexual harassment policy for them. They didn't believe I worked at JAG. They got a little hostile."
"You should press charges."
"It was fine, I was handling the situation. It's not like I've never been hit on before you know. Besides I've hung out with some work characters than three overzealous sailors, I have been in the brig and well you haven't exactly met Tiny and Hal, they're good guys, but they aren't exactly the most law abiding citizens."
"But still Jen..."
"Still nothing I was handling it, but Colonel Mackenzie stepped in. She made them stand while sat and had a chat. It was quite funny. Jason, you might want to slow down. I really don't think you want to explain to the Admiral that you're late back because the police caught you speeding and besides I think my lawyer is busy today."
"Your lawyer?" He questioned.
"Commander Rabb. He has been every since that Christmas, any legal work I need done I just have to ask. I retained his services for a cup of coffee. Those guys dropped it after that, and after the incident we had them running around doing scut work. They were under orders to do exactly what I told them too."
"Orders from whom?" Jason asked.
"Colonel Mackenzie and Commander Turner." Jen replied.
"So what exactly have you been doing?"
"I can tell you that, we're under gag orders until we talk to the CNO tomorrow. But I can tell you I learnt more than I ever wanted to know about F-14's."
"I'm sure if you ask Commander Rabb nicely he'll tell you even more."
"I learnt most of it from him. We had a nice chat at 0600 here."
"You called Commander Rabb at 0600?" Jason questioned.
"Not exactly, Colonel Mackenzie called to tell him what was going on and that she may not be able to call him for a few days. I needed unbiased explanation of information I can't share works on an F-14, the Commander was the obvious choice."
"I see."
"So what've you been up to since I've been away?" Jen asked.
"Worked late a couple of nights, went out with Gunny, studied."
"So just your normal thing then?" She teased.
"I missed you like hell."
"I missed you too. But Colonel Mackenzie and I worked out we were pretty lucky."
"How's that?"
"You and Commander Rabb don't have to go away a lot and neither do we. Which works out better than most relationships in the military."
"Good point."
"So you never did answer my question about fried chicken and a movie." Jen pointed.
"I'll pick them up on way over any preference for the movie?"
"Nothing even remotely connected to planes of any sort, boats, military or lawyers."
"I'll see what I can do. So are you going to crash when you get home?" Jason asked.
"No, best way to beat jet lag is to go back to your normal routine. I'll go to bed at the time I normally would. It will make things easier, especially since I have to get up early to go to the Pentagon. I need to find a one hour dry cleaners to get my uniform cleaned."
"You nervous about going to the Pentagon."
"Have you seen the place? And everything is based on fives. Five sides, five floors, five miles of corridors."
"I know what you mean." He smiled. "But you'll be fine once you get through the initial fear factor."
"Tell me that tomorrow once I'm there."
"You'll be fine, I promise."
"I'll hold you to that."
TBC
