Okay, this part is still not a cause to start freaking out, or maybe it is. ;) Some will remember I was writing once a story where the JAG crew was watching a TV show female Navy pilot, Male ex-Recon Marine. . . This is the story. Which, I am happy to say, I have figured out how it's going to go... etc. You'll see what I mean and in the middle here will be an Authors Note (AN:) with some additional information. grin I have probably confused a lot of people... good, I love confusion. ;)

Jackie – Still wondering how many licks it takes to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop. :D

Part 9 - Episode 1: Hawk and Sam
1350 Zulu
JAG Headquarters
Falls Church, Virginia

"It's supposed to be a really cool new show, I mean they are even using stock footage from Hunt for Red October, Top Gun, and a bunch of other military flicks." Bud gushed to his co-workers as they did their regular early morning congregation in the office kitchen.

A month or so after the new year, hum drum began on a military show that ZBS was airing called 'ZULU'. Some of the entertainment news stations had dubbed it one of the best shows on TV even before it had premiered and it was starting to catch the eye of most military personnel who were usually interested in anything work related. Of course at the mention of anything about a submarine, Sturgis perked up. "Hunt for Red October is a great movie."

"Said the bubblehead." Harm teased, jabbing Sturgis lightly in the ribs. "Can you pass me the cream?"

Mac stepped in next, chatting with Harriet about some book both of them were reading. "That chapter was insane. . .Don't read it when everything is dark, trust me, you'll have nightmares."

Harm chuckled and stared at the women. "See, she spends ONE night without me, and already she is having nightmares."

"I wasn't the one calling you last night at one am because I wanted to hear your voice." She quipped, mentally laughing as Harm seemed to pale and then turn bright red.

Sturgis laughed and padded Harm on the back. "Admit it buddy, you are smitten."

"Is that a bad thing?" He said smile widening when Mac tossed a napkin that hit him squarely on the chest. "I am taking that as a no."

"Ma'am, the Commander's and I were discussing that new show ZULU." Bud said enthusiastically as he rummaged through the cabinets for a power bar. "Supposed to be highly dramatic."

Mac raised an eyebrow. Ever since she and Harm had become a couple, they barely watched TV unless it was something they rented (Non of which they made it through) or the news in the morning. "ZULU, huh? Couldn't come up with a better name?"

"It was actually called UCMJ, but some of the higher-ups decided to change it as to not cause problems with the military."

Harm snorted. "I can't believe people would actually want to watch a TV show about JAG lawyers. Wouldn't they be bored out of their minds?"

"Well, if they did a story on your mis-adventures, I bet you recruitment would skyrocket." Sturgis said with a chuckle.

"Oh yea. . . Navy lawyer slash fighter pilot fights his feelings as well as the weather to fly his partner slash the woman he is in love with, to the man she is supposed to marry." Mac raised her eyebrow in amusement. "I bet that would make the soap opera network happy. . . So I take ZULU is a military show?"

"Yes, Ma'am. . .It starts tonight at 9." Smiling, he left the kitchen with his coffee and power bar, Harriet following after him.

Then one by one everyone dispersed except for Harm who was preparing coffee for Mac.

"Lemme guess, I bet you wanna watch ZULU?"

Mac shrugged. "Only if a tall, handsome sailor would like to watch with me."

"It's a date." Harm groaned as Mac purposely brushed by him, reaching over to grab a bagel. She turned to the fridge, grabbed the jelly and smothered it all over the bagel licking her fingertips.

Innocently, she smiled up at him and took a bite, slowly licking jelly from her lower lip. "See you later, Harm."

Sighing, Harm pointed at her as she left. "You're going to pay for that later, MacKenzie."

0157 Zulu
Mac's Apartment
Georgetown

Mac was straddling Harm's lap, chuckling as he worked on trying to remove the button of the shirt (HIS shirt) that she was wearing. "Ummm, we are going to miss the show."

"We'll just work on one of our own." He laughed, capturing her lips. The credits of the show began rolling to some modern orchestrated version of "When Johnny Comes Marching Home."

Turning slightly to glance at the TV, Mac managed to catch a glimpse at the opening credits and characters. "Umm. . . male lead is a Marine. . . female lead is a pilot." She deduced by their clothing.

The word 'pilot' should have perked Harm up, but he was a bit busy. Letting out an exasperated groan, he looked up at her. "What did you do? SUPERGLUE the buttons on?" He was tempted to just rip the shirt off, had it not been that she was wearing his favorite, the one he would wear when he just wanted to relax around the house. Sticking his tongue out in concentration, Harm fumbled with the buttons, groaning as Mac moved on his lap. Finally, he managed to undo one button, then another. "Aha!" Grinning, he looked up at Mac, placed his hands on her thighs and waggled his eyebrows. "Where were we?"

Mac grabbed his hands and pulled them away from her thighs. "We were going to watch the show?" She really did want to see what the big deal was about. But that thought went flying at the window when Harm started tracing one finger along the hem of her jeans. She bit her lower lip, trying so hard not to succumb, but the sad puppy dog look he gave her was crumbling her resolve. Harm just chuckled when her lips came crashing down on his own. "Screw the show. . .Just take me now, Harm."

There was someone of an introduction in the first instances of the show and hearing the rumble of some sort of plane, Harm peaked over Mac's shoulder. "Oooh, a Tomcat." Grinning, he sat up, trying to pay attention and ignore that Mac's mouth was fused to his neck. "Mac, hang on." Trying to move her from on top of him only resulted in some sort of playful tug of war which resulted in the sofa flipping over with Harm and Mac still in it. "Ooof." Recovering from the slight shock, he glanced at Mac and both began chuckling and then kissing. "Well, glad to see that didn't shake the mood."

"Harm? Shut up." Mac claimed his lips again, teasing his mouth open as her tongue grazed his lower lip. The show would be partially forgotten as they succumbed to a lover's embrace in a pool of clothing. . .

(The next parts are going to have strange titles. Basically, their will be parts of what our characters would be watching if they tuned into the hot new military drama 'ZULU' – Lame name but I went through a few and let's just say the producer is a bit umm flaky. ;)) Eventually, you'll see where I am going with this. Think Media finding out that it's a true story and Harm and Mac winding up on TV. Now, how the producer found out these private stories is going to be interesting. ;) I know where the story is going, so have no fear! The biggest issue is changing the "episodes a bit" since I'll be basing them on actual JAG episodes. . .You'll see what I mean, trust me. .. or just follow blindly! Hehehe! Side note, anything dealing with what is going on in the "show" will be split between lines - - - - - To not cause confusion.)

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"Following in her father's footsteps as a Naval aviator, Lt. Commander Samantha MacKie suffered a crash against the deck of an aircraft carrier. Wanting to remain in the Navy, Sam transferred to the Judge Advocate General Corps, a group of military officers that investigate crimes against their own. There, along with her partner Marine Major Hakan (pronounced: Haw-Kan) Rapp, she will fight in and out of the courtroom to protect the laws of the military while resisting their feelings for one another. Is it possible to find love in military life?"

Admiral JC Chloe, the JAG himself, walked through the grounds at Anapolis with a beatiful, brunette, Lt. Commander Samantha MacKie. "I know that sometimes sailors don't get along with jarheads, but I except things to be professional with you and the Major. . . am I clear, Commander?"

"Crystal, sir." She said with a smile that normally stopped men dead in their tracks. It was something she had 'inherited' from her father along with the cocky, egomaniacal pilot attitude that made her all the more attractive. Sam was tall, slim, with shoulder length brown hair and beautiful brown eyes.

Stopping just a few feet short from a Marine, Admiral Chloe stopped. "Lt. Commander Samantha MacKie, meet your partner, Marine Major Hakan Rapp."

The Marine, a tall, brown hair, blue eyed, sexy man stood before the Naval officer and smiled, taking her hand in a small guarded gesture. "You can call me, Hawk."

There was a flashback on the screen of a man that looked similar to the Marine officer, but in a worse condition, he was dead. "Sam." She said, unsurely taking the Marine's hand and shaking. "Sorry, I just had a moment of déjà vu." She said, shaking the cobwebs lose, but not fully coming to grasp that her new partner looked so much like her dead lover.

Hawk smiled brightly eyes locking onto his new partner. "Must be the uniform."

"No, he was. . .Navy."

The Admiral stared at the two, shaking his head at the awkward meeting. "Don't get to close, you're going to be working together."

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The whole exchange on TV was nearly lost on Harm and Mac, except for the word 'Navy.' Mac had to laugh, when, in the middle of making love, Harm had stopped and yelled. "GO NAVY!"

Now, after the show had ended and both had been sated, they lay together, still on the floor covered up in an afghan. Harm was kissing Mac as her hand ran slow lazy circles over his chest. "I am sorry I made you miss the show, Mac."

Shrugging, she leaned in and kissed him again. "I think our show was better." Sitting up, she stretched, trying to work out the knots from making wild, passionate love on the floor. Managing to stand, she offered Harm a hand and helped him get up as well. "C'mon, flyboy. . . let's head to bed." She had to stop and chuckle as a naked Harmon Rabb was flipping her couch right side up.

"What?" He said, moving his arms across his chest.

Mac enjoyed the view for all that it was worth, feeling a sense of overwhelming happiness that they had gotten to a place where they could be free together, not embarrassed, not awkward. "Nothing. . ." Smiling, she took his hand and led the way to her bedroom.

(AN2: I decided to flip things around make the guy a Marine and the girl the Navy pilot. If you notice there are similar things in their names Hakan "Hawk" Rapp, and Samantha "Sam" McKie. Like their initials. I was going to make Sam's moniker more like Mac's but that would be a bit difficult seeing as it has to do with her last name and I wanted to keep her last name close but not too close to MacKenzie.)