"Calling The Next of Kin"
Summary: Jenn needs someone to take care of her, too.
Note: I haven't done much with the Harm/Jenn relationship in a while, so I decided she needed to be at the center of a chapter. I can't believe people have heard about my story by word-of-mouth—all you who review are the best! Sorry I've been slacking on the posting.
Disclaimer: Harm, Mac, etc. are not mine, so don't sue me because I have an imagination and too much free time.
Written 25 September 2004
"Coates!" Admiral Chegwidden bellowed upon finding his yeoman dozing at her desk.
"Sir!" she snapped to attention, automatically rising from her seat. As soon as she was up, her knees buckled, and she instantly fell back into her chair with a groan.
Realizing this wasn't simply a case of negligence when he saw her flushed face, Chegwidden asked, "Are you okay?"
"Yes, sir," Jennifer replied, weakly attempting to stand again.
"At ease," he motioned her to remain sitting. "You are not okay."
"I'll be fine," she tried to protest.
"Yes, once you get some rest. Go home, Coates," he ordered.
"Sir," she sheepishly looked up at him, "I don't think I'm well enough to drive."
Across the bullpen, Harm and Mac were in her office finalizing the details of a plea bargain when they heard the admiral roar, "Where's Rabb?"
Everyone in the office froze.
Mac glared at her partner. "What did you do now?"