AN: Hey! Hope yall are enjoying all these little stories. This'll be hit-or-miss post-wise, since the drabbles sorta pop in and outta my head...especially during class...::smile:: Anyway. On with the show!

Chapter 3: Admiring the View


0812 Local
JAG Headquarters
Falls Church, Virginia

Mac sighed heavily, rubbing scratchy eyes and blinking, trying to decipher black squiggles on her computer screen. With an aggravated click, she closed the file and leaned back in her chair, looking out to the bullpen for a reprieve from the tedium. She rose from the plush chair to stretch her legs and leaned against the doorframe to her office, politely covering her mouth with a hand to hide a lengthy yawn. She found amusement in her very own Flyboy, who was gathering large stacks of files and papers from the copy machine. As if on some silent cue, Tiner came rushing through the doors just as Harm had turned toward his office to retreat under a mountain of paperwork. The inevitable yells and crash that followed brought a smirk to Mac's mouth and her rosy lips twitched in an effort to stay straight-faced as she looked on.

"Oh, Sir! I am so sorry! Let me help. Oh god, the Admiral will kill me. Oh no oh no oh no oh no." Tiner was more of an annoying hindrance rather than a help, so Harm shook his head and began to shoo him away.

"It's alright, Tiner."

"The Admiral's been breathing down my neck all morning – a whole hour, anyway – about these files. I don't think I have the time to help you clean up, but I am so sorry, Commander." The "secretary" kept babbling on and on.

"It's OK, Tiner. Go."

"You sure, Sir?"

"For the third time YES! Go, and that's an order." Tiner stood up at attention.

"Aye aye, sir." Mac couldn't help but smile at their favorite bumbling "secretary", and at Harm's commanding presence. Her thoughts drifted into "naughty" territory as her eyes wandered down to his six as he bend over the scattered papers and she found herself wondering what he was like in bed. / Mackenzie! Get a hold of yourself! / She was chuckling lightly and still gazing at his behind slightly when he stood, files in hand and walked over very slowly and carefully.

"Something funny, Colonel?" He asked, a questioning brow raised, the hint of a smile visible.

"No, Commander." She spoke his title in a rather sarcastic tone.

"What is it then?"

"Oh...nothing." She said turning around to saunter back into her office in higher spirits.

"Just...admiring the view." She grinned, closing the door in his face with the audible and final 'click' that so often cut him off. Harm just shook his head, the smile finally emerging as he shuffled back to his office with a precarious stack in his arms.