"Makeshift Massage Parlor"
Summary: Harm's giving Mac a massage while working on a case.
Note: Two in a row—can you believe it? This immediately follows "Paternal Screening." Both of these have been in the works for a while, I just needed time to write them correctly. Three more chapters till the finale!
Disclaimer: Harm, Mac, etc. are not mine, so don't sue me because I have an imagination and too much free time.
Written 1 November 2004
"Hey!" Mattie chirped as she let herself into Harm's apartment. She raised her eyebrows when she saw the startled adults pull away from each other. Smirking, she asked, "Did I interrupt something?"
Mac shook her head negatively as she intently looked over a file. Harm tried to find something to do with his hands, which a moment earlier had been massaging Mac's shoulders.
Mattie's smirk turned slightly sinister as she remembered how Harm had embarrassed her in front of Ryan at the movies. "If I didn't interrupt anything, why'd you two part like the Red Sea when I walked in?" she asked innocently.
Harm glared at her, but Mattie could see his neck blushing. "Matilda Grace," he warned.
"Harmon Rabb," she saucily threw back at him before turning away. Over her shoulder, she called back to them, "Jenn and I shanghaied the pizza guy. If you want food, you have to come and get it."