"Admiral's Orders"
Summary: There's more than one way to skin a cat, or in this case, get a sick officer to stay home.
Note: Thanks for all of the feedback! I love writing these because they're a nice dose of happy JAG in a season that hasn't given us much to be happy about.
Disclaimer: Harm, Mac, etc. are not mine, so don't sue me because I have an imagination and too much free time.
Written 5 March 2004
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"Chegwidden," the admiral barked into the phone. He was already in a foul mood, and his yeoman was no where to be found to take his calls.
"Um, this is Mattie Grace. Commander Rabb is my guardian," she nervously replied.
"I remember you, Miss Grace," he said coolly.
Mattie cringed, knowing he was recalling her 'bald jerk' comment from when Harm had been working for her. Swallowing her pride, she pressed on. "I'm sorry about that incident, sir... and I need your help."
The admiral was intrigued enough to continue the conversation. "I'm listening."
"Harm is running a fever, and he can't keep anything down. We're pretty sure he's got food poisoning, but Jenn and I can't convince him to stay home from work. Could you order him to stay here?"
Chegwidden couldn't help but smile at her resourcefulness and sheer stubbornness. This teenager was a good match for Rabb.
"Put him on the line."
Summary: There's more than one way to skin a cat, or in this case, get a sick officer to stay home.
Note: Thanks for all of the feedback! I love writing these because they're a nice dose of happy JAG in a season that hasn't given us much to be happy about.
Disclaimer: Harm, Mac, etc. are not mine, so don't sue me because I have an imagination and too much free time.
Written 5 March 2004
*****
"Chegwidden," the admiral barked into the phone. He was already in a foul mood, and his yeoman was no where to be found to take his calls.
"Um, this is Mattie Grace. Commander Rabb is my guardian," she nervously replied.
"I remember you, Miss Grace," he said coolly.
Mattie cringed, knowing he was recalling her 'bald jerk' comment from when Harm had been working for her. Swallowing her pride, she pressed on. "I'm sorry about that incident, sir... and I need your help."
The admiral was intrigued enough to continue the conversation. "I'm listening."
"Harm is running a fever, and he can't keep anything down. We're pretty sure he's got food poisoning, but Jenn and I can't convince him to stay home from work. Could you order him to stay here?"
Chegwidden couldn't help but smile at her resourcefulness and sheer stubbornness. This teenager was a good match for Rabb.
"Put him on the line."