Just to let you know that I have NOT abandoned this. It will be posted, but please give me a bit of slack here. I just started school again and we're doing the more difficult one part of the more difficult studies this month. For those wondering, I am studying to become a Licensed Massage therapist. It's a 7 month comprehensive as hell program and I just started my first week which is all about Anatomy/Muscle skeletal and State Law. Fun! Actually, thus far, I like it. Sad part is that I am only a week in and am already going around naming people's body parts by their proper names. sigh Help us. :P
It's something that wasn't out of the blue. For the past two years I've been debating whether or not to go to school for this. Why did I decide? I kept hearing from family members and friends that I had a talent for it. I found an accredited school here in Miami, applied, they dug me and I was in. So far, it's great. I really do enjoy it. :) We're a cool clique of students from all walks of life.
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PART 8 – A Mess, A Danger Zone
1345 Local
Joint Legal Services Southwest (JLSS)
San Diego, California
"They WHAT!" Mac stared up at Petty Officer Jen Coates with a look that could kill. No, she wasn't angry with her yeoman, Jen had done a stellar job, she was just angry at everything that was going wrong in general. Yes, it was one of those weeks.
Jen stood with an impassive look on her face. She liked working with the Colonel, it was always rewarding and interesting, but moments like these, when she had to deliver bad news, hiding under a rock actually sounded pleasant. "I'm sorry ma'am, it seems like the manager of the hotel did not write the correct information on his date book. . . we're scheduled to be there a month from now."
"Ugh, this is so not good." The headache that she'd had the moment Mac stepped into JLSS had just been amplified. "The conference was supposed to be next weekend. . .Do you know how many things need to be changed now?" She wasn't yelling at Jen. Actually, Mac was talking more to herself than anything. "Coates get Corporal Lane, Petty Officer Douglas and Gunny Mecum to help out. . . I need to contact all of the offices, reschedule everything. The caterers, the hotel rooms, the flights, everything."
Jen scribbled the details quickly into her note book. "I'm already on that ma'am, I had previously asked Corporal Lane's assistance." The gleam in her eyes gave the younger woman away and though she'd tried to hide it, it was plain to see that Jennifer Coates was in love.
Mac snapped out of 'CO Mode' just long enough to catch that familiar look. Somehow, it reminded her of Harriet, Bud and how fun it was to be there as the two became undeniably closer. "Have you asked him out yet, Jen?"
The question had Coates' face turning a few shades of red. Though she'd spent some outside-of-work time with both Harriet and Mac, the boldness of the question left her spinning for a bit. Mac wasn't speaking to her as a senior officer, but as a friend. She deflated onto a chair, giving Mac a helpless look that showed off her vulnerability and youth. "No. . .I just. . .I mean, we flirt. . ." She bit her lower lip thinking how she could bring up the subject without it making her sound weak. "Is it so difficult to want a guy to be a little old fashioned? You know? Have him ask me out and not the other way around?"
"Jen, I've long since learned that if you want something bad enough, you need to go after it." Even as the words flew out, Mac felt like a hypocrite. She had known what she wanted and yet, did she really go after it with all her heart? That was arguable. In Russia, that nightgown, while not racy, made her feel sexy and empowered. Perhaps it wasn't an appropriate time to seduce, but she'd at least planted a seed in his mind, hadn't she? Then, of course, was his departure from JAG and how she'd voiced out, quite audibly, that everything she cared for was leaving. And then you had Sydney. She had been quite honest and bold, but maybe a bit too much? Ever since that moment, though it pained her, Mac refused to go after him. Still, that night at McMurphy's had been a struggle; a battle of wills. She didn't want him to see her so vulnerable and needy, but she had been. It was her last chance at getting what she wanted and, just like Sydney, he turned her down. Glancing up, she found Jen staring at her with a strange look on her face. She'd just zoned out, completely. Nope, this week was definitely not a good one. Thank God it was Friday. "Sorry, Jen. . .spaced out there. . .I like the old fashioned thing, myself. But, sometimes you need to work at it. . .Just, don't go over board, don't throw yourself at him or anything. . .take it easy."
"Take it easy?" Jen nodded in appreciation to such a simple comment. "Thank you, ma'am. . .You've been very helpful." With a new determination she stood up and was ready to head out when Mac's voice brought her back.
"Jen. . . if it works out, keep it out of the office, okay?" Though she wanted to sound more 'boss like' at that moment, it just wasn't working. She was truly happy for Jen and truly hoped things would work out.
"Aye, aye, ma'am."
After Jen closed the door, Mac stared at her computer, groaning lightly. The week just sucked completely. Start with the fact that she was stuck for nearly a week on a ship with a crew member that was eluding both her and Vukovic. Seaman Raferty had managed to hold her own and was caught trying to sneak out aboard a COD that was leaving with Personnel. That meant a whole other charge had to be added, something to the likes of attempted desertion. Mayfield had still been too under the weather to prosecute, so it was Mac's turn to do a little hand to hand against Vukovic who the Skipper had assigned to defend. She'd won the case but as fast as possible, Vukovic was working on the appeal.
Getting back to mainland had proven to be rather problematic. The helo ride over had been the most terrifying of her life as some freak weather threatened to blow them out of the skies. When she arrived at her apartment, she'd found the lock to her front door broken and her house was a complete mess. The cleaning up had taken her all week to complete. Oddly enough, the only thing stolen had been an ugly pair of earrings Michael had given her once. Ah, yes, that reminded her. Holding her breath, she flipped through the rolodex and then dialed the numbers to a penitentiary that was about three hours away. "Hello, yes, this is Colonel Sarah MacKenzie, I need to speak with the warden. . .yes, he knows I am calling."
Seeing as the only thing stolen had a tie to Michael, her mind was on overdrive. Though they had found that he was still locked up, that didn't mean that he didn't send friends out to harass her. She hoped that wasn't the case. "Hello Warden, this is Colonel MacKenzie. . .Yes. . .right. . of course. . . right, thank you, sir, have a good weekend." Burying her face in her hands, she gave up a silent moment of prayer. According to the warden, nothing was out of place, nothing was wrong and Michael hadn't had any visitors in over three months. Maybe something could be salvaged from the week of hell?
Staring at the phone, Mac suddenly felt a bit shameful. She'd been back for a week and hadn't attempted to give Harm a call. Not that he'd called her, but that was beside the point. They'd parted on the Henry with an agreement that she'd call him as soon as she arrived. Somehow, between the breaking in and the clean up, dealing with countering the appeal and now this new problem with the JAG Conference, she had forgotten about him. It was easy for that to happen. He wasn't working with her anymore. There wasn't a living breathing reminder of her best friend.
'Course the sound of military aircraft always brought his face into her mind. Any pilot that she came across just didn't look as good with goldwings as Harm did. And, if she were truly honest to herself, the reason why she hadn't called was because she was afraid to take that step again and look too eager. "MacKenzie, you're a chicken." She said out loud and, before talking herself out of it, her hand reached for the phone, pushing one of the speed dial buttons. Mac couldn't quite remember when she'd put his office number on there. Oh yes, it was when she first got back to the office and grabbed a phone book in search of Rabb and Galindez Investigative Services. Yep, she definitely forgot him.
"Rabb and Galindez Investigative Services, how may I help you?" That perky voice could only come from non other than Clair Baines, the office secretary that Harm swore had to have been a high school cheerleader at some point.
Mac bit back a chuckle, "Hi, yes. I'd like to speak with Har. .um, Mr. Rabb, please." She shook her head slightly. 'Nice MacKenzie, he isn't even on the phone and already you're acting like an ass."
Claire's perkiness died down some as she'd been told not to patch anyone through to any of the investigators without checking on them first. It had taken them a few weeks, Harm had told Mac, to get Claire out of her bad habits and working like a person who was suspicious of anything. "I need to see if he is available, may I ask who is speaking?"
"Yes, this is Sarah MacKenzie." As she waited for the call to be patched through, Mac began humming with some music on hold 70s tune playing in her ear while tapping her pencil to the side of the desk.
"Well, hello Sarah MacKenzie." Harm's voice sounded as bright and she knew he had to be smiling. "I was wondering if you forgot about me."
Forget about him? Thank God he was joking. "Nah, just been busy. . . damned conference problems."
"Hmmm. Right." The tone he used made it apparent that he wasn't very interested in that line of conversation. But, there was a shift in his tone, almost a shyness. "So? Were you calling to set up a dinner date?" He let the last word slip out purposely, knowing that if there wasn't an interest to peruse something, that she'd set him straight. If there was an interest, maybe even a marginal one, Mac would let it slide.
Mac let it slide. "Yes, actually. . .I mean, you offered. . .and I've missed your famous lasagna." She smiled slightly and leaned into her chair. God it was good to talk to him, she'd forgotten how just hearing his voice could lighten her days.
A rich chuckle filled the lines. "I was hoping you'd give me a warning. . .But, I'll get out of here early so I can go shopping and start dinner . . Grab a pen." She listened intently to his directions which would take her from San Diego to
2030 Local
Harm's Home
La Jolla, California
Mac drove up the road with her Vette's top pulled down. It had been a lovely night to take in the fresh ocean air. Coming to a stop sign, she took a moment to glance at Harm's address and the map he'd sent her by e-mail. She glanced up at the road signs, then took a right and headed towards the beach. The houses in the area weren't mansions, they weren't humongous, just regular, family sized homes. "Aha." She said, spotting a plot of land that was covered with lush vegetation, just as he'd described it to her. She turned into the driveway and in a couple of seconds was parked in front of a quaint looking beach house.
The outside of the home was made of some sort of stone, making it look of Mexican origin. There was a garage to the side, which, no doubt, housed both his Harley and Corvette. A small front porch made up the entryway where she stood reading a small note that was stuck to his front door. 'Mac, come around back.' "Hey, that rhymes." She said with a giggle, then rounded the porch and headed down a limestone path which lead to the back of the house. With a smile, Mac walked onto the back deck where Harm stood barbequing what had to be chicken. If he noticed her, he didn't say a thing. But maybe, just maybe, he wanted her to look? "Ahoy there, sailor."
Harm glanced over his shoulder, grinning from ear to ear that she was actually willing to have dinner with him. Things were moving slowly, tentatively and though he didn't know just how serious things would get. He had to admit that this was sort of fun. "Hey there, Marine. . . wanna hand me the serving plate over there?" He motioned to a round table which had a massive umbrella sticking out of it, the kind that was made out of heavy wood and had little lights attached to the inside.
Mac placed her purse on the table, took the plate and joined him by the grill. "Mmmm, what happened to the lasagna?" She was practically salivating at the pieces of chicken marinated in barbeque as well as the veggie kabobs and grilled corn.
He shrugged, "It was a nice night, I figured some BBQ was right up your alley." He caught her expression, noting, by the smile on her face, that he did good. "Here, try this." Slicing and spearing a chicken breast, he fed the piece to Mac.
"Mmmm Shhogood." She said with her mouth full, eyes almost rolling backwards in ecstasy as the taste exploded in her mouth. "Mmm, this is why the Admiral always made you cook during the JAG picnics. . . What DO you put on that chicken, you never told me?"
"Sorry, Marine, if I told you, I'd have to kill you. Rabb's Secret Chicken Sauce is going with me to the grave."
Mac let out an unladylike snort, then punched him gently on the arm. "It's probably some funky A1 sauce or something."
"A1 sauce? A1 Sauce?" He feigned being hurt by her comments and roughly took the serving plate away from her. A smile in her direction let Mac know he was only joking. "Go grab whatever you want to drink from my fridge."
"Do you have beer?" The look of shock combined with a silent question both amused and touched her at the same time. "For you, not me."
Though he'd admired the fact that she seemed not to have a problem with people drinking around her, for the most part, unless they were in a group, he just didn't do it out of respect. "Nah, I just want some H2O."
Their dinner had been pleasant. The food was excellent, the weather was cooperating and that gentle sounds of waves lapping at the beach mixed with the smooth jazz station made it all perfect. 'Too bad this isn't a date.' Thought both of them, but there was still time to get there, if it happened, when it happened. "Can I ask you a personal question?"
And in a flash of an eye, Mac looked as if she'd been shot. That question was so loaded, she wasn't sure he knew how loaded it was. Sure, they'd spent that night in her home discussing some unpleasant aspects of their life, but she wasn't too sure she wanted to do that again. Reopening wounds wasn't exactly high up on her 'to do' list. Some wounds were impossible to seal. "Yea, sure."
He noticed the apprehension, the deep breath, the sigh and still he plowed on. Truth be told, since they were on the Henry, and she'd subtly let on that her last beau was a jerk, he was rather curious as to why that relationship failed. Had she had the same malady with partners as she had? "When we were underway, you said something about your ex and I responded that he sounded like a jerk, to which you didn't disagree?"
Forget about reopening wounds. His question went straight for the jugular. "Why are you so interested?" She couldn't bite back that irritation from her voice. Mac was more than just a little hurt that he was looking for details on her latest failure. Without her wanting it to, an old comment flew through her mind in lightening fast speed. '. . . Anyone who's been involved with Mac is either dead or feels like they are. . .'
"Just wondering what happened is all." Harm nearly took back the question, noticing a pain in her eyes that wasn't there before. But, he wouldn't let it go. . .for some sick, personal reason, he wanted to know if she was as miserable as he had been and why that was. "I mean, I had a. . .girlfriend. . .she was a bit nuts."
"Nuts?"
"Yea, like: straight jacket thrown into a padded room nuts." He frowned slightly, closing his eyes and remembering things that were better left in the UK along with Susan. God, what she'd done to him. "So, yea. . .I don't know, Mac, it's like morbid curiosity." That sounded playable enough and it was the truth, after all.
Mac sat for a moment, her head turned towards the surf as she searched for an answer. Michael Rose, at the beginning, was quite a special man. He somewhat reminded her of John Farrow, perhaps that was what made her take a leap. "His name was Michael and he was a former Marine Captain." Harm unsuccessfully tried to hide a look of shock, an asking in his eyes. She couldn't blame him, but she could clarify. "He wasn't in my chain of command. In fact, he was long out of the Marines when we met." She chuckled slightly of his sigh of relief. "Anyway. . .it was nice at first. He was very romantic. . .charming."
This wasn't exactly the answer he was looking for. Truth be told, Harm was getting a bit nauseous hearing her describe another men with such. . .caring. Had it not been for the mineral water he was drinking, for sure some of that night's dinner would have bubbled up. "Sounds. . . nice." He managed to strain out, biting back the disdain from his voice.
"Yea, well. .. he. . .attacked me." There was no fanfare. No specific way to say things, so she just blurted it out. Pausing for a moment, she noticed his look changed completely to one of of rage. "I did manage to get a shot in. . ." As if it really mattered much. She was a Marine, she was supposed to be able to fend off an attack. It had bothered her then, and as the time had gone by and Mac had allowed herself to stew, it bothered her even more.
Harm hadn't said a single word, only sat there baffled by her admission. Attacked? The first thing he thought of was her past and having heard several stories of the pain she'd endured because of her father's drunken rages. Domestically, he didn't know what it was like because as much as he wanted a reason to hate Frank when he was younger, the fact of the matter was that Harmon Rabb Junior did have it good as a kid. He took a long gulp of water, willing himself to say something. "What do you mean he attacked you?" It was all he could get out because as much as he hated to admit it, he was morbidly curious.
Mac shifted nervously in her seat. "It was all part of a. . .case. . .His brother went to Leavenworth, he blamed me. . .so, he. . .wooed me, I guess." And woo he did, Michael had turned out all the stops. "The flowers, the persistence. . .and I wasn't looking for someone. . .I was perfectly happy being single." She defended then plowed on, not allowing Harm to make any of his more famous Rabb-foot-in-the-mouth points. "But it happened. . .and, okay so it was nice and we were getting semi-serious. . .or something,and one day out of the blue he decides he wants to move in." She'd been rambling the story out, hoping to tell all before Harm hit her with one of his comments. "I said I wasn't ready and he went ballistic on me."
"He hit you?" It was more of a statement than a question.
Sighing, she stood up and walked the wooden deck to the end, leaning against the railing. "He caught me off guard, I guess you could say. . . For a moment I thought he was going to kill me."
Harm squeezed his plastic cup into submission. How could anyone hurt her? How could anyone willingly lift a finger to hurt Sarah MacKenzie? His blood boiled over. "Where is he?"
"Locked up. . .the cops came. I couldn't trust him, so I pressed charges. Turns out he had a record. . . I never really checked on him. . ." She shook her head and lightly punched the railing. She should have checked on him, gone as thorough as possible. But what kind of a world did we live in if we had to do a check on everyone we went out with? Were things really getting to be that bad? If it was, what hope was there for people like her. . .like Harm. She turned and glanced at Harm who seemed to be as wound up as a snake about to strike. Slowly, she made her way over to the table. "You know, you still haven't given me the dime tour." Mac said softly, nodding towards the house as a slow, lazy grin appeared on her face.
The rage in his body slowly dissipated, "My house?" It took a second or two for Harm to engage his brain again. "Uh, obviously my house. . Yea. . .yea, sure." He stood up quickly, placing a hand on the small of her back to lead her through the parts she hadn't seen.
Walking in through the sliding glass door was the living room and to the right was a small dining room and the kitchen. "I saw those." Mac said with a smirk, pointing towards a kitchen which was very airy, very open and very much Harm. It had an island, just like his former home did, and a large window which faced the ocean. "Helluva view."
"Oh yea," He said with a nod, leading her to the center of the living room. "Well, this is obviously the living room." The walls were painted in a pale blue and various aviation and naval accoutrements adorned the walls. A large, metal entertainment center with a TV, stereo and dvd player along with an assortment of books, videos and die cast F-14s, sat against the wall across from the furniture. He had a black leather sofa, two arm chairs and a coffee table. The arm chairs, Mac noticed, looked extremely comfy. "A few hints of the Navy, you know." He grinned at Mac, then led her pass the living room and towards the left. "This is my home office, which I never use." There was nothing much to see there, just a large wooden desk, some shelves with various books, a few Navy posters (including Harm's recruitment poster), two computers and various electrical devices which he seemed to be charging. "We can be called in at any time, so I try to keep our gadgets charging at all times." He said, pointing towards a PDA. "There is a bathroom between here and my bedroom. . ." He pointed at the bathroom, then moved across a small hall and into a very large master bedroom. "And here's my room."
Those walls also had that pale blue color and there were various touches that just screamed 'Harm.' But, the thing that caught Mac's eye was the bed and how large it was. "That's pretty big." She said out loud, biting her lower lip nervously. "I mean, you know, it looks custom made."
Harm bit back his own grin, noticing that they seemed to be thinking the same thing. "Yea it was. . .mom knows someone who makes furniture. . ."
On one of his night tables was a picture of him, Mattie and 'Sarah' the biplane. Mac stepped forward, taking a good look at the picture. From the look of things, the picture was fairly recent. Mattie seemed so happy, so healthy that it made Mac slightly jealous. She wished her life would have been easier. She wished that she'd taken Harm up on offers to go flying again. She never did, in fact, that day, with the poachers, had been the first and last time she'd seen 'Sarah.' "That picture looks recent."
"It's a few months old," He confessed then took the picture, looking at it appreciatively. "Mattie and I decided to do a cross country trip with 'Sarah.' It took us about two weeks. We stopped from time to time. Did some sight seeing. Made sure she wasn't been overflown. .She might be a plane, but she means a lot to me. . .I couldn't leave her back East."
Mac nodded, glancing up at Harm with a sly grin. "Take me flying."
That was certainly out of the blue. If anything, he'd expected her never to want to fly with him. I mean, really, Harm, Mac and planes just weren't a good combination in general. After some time, he'd quit asking her, even when there were moments of levity in their relationship when things seemed to be moving in the right direction. "You want me to take you flying?"
His tone both disbelieving and astonished, made her laugh. Sometimes, Harmon Rabb Junior was just too cute. "Yea. . .I want you to take me flying."
God, did he want to say something in regards to the type of flight he could take her on in this very room on that very bed. Something in her eyes made him almost believe she was thinking that same thing. But, that wouldn't be right, would it? Nope. Clearing his throat, he pointed towards the door. "Anyway. . .uh, I made some dessert something you'll really like." Food always seemed to draw Mac's mind away from the present and this time, he was happy to see it was still the case.
Mac followed him through the small home and towards the kitchen where he pulled out of the oven a home made apple pie. "Oooh, is that your grandmother's recipe? The one you used to make me?"
"Yep, and if you open up the fridge you'll find the cool whip."
Oh, he did know what she liked. In fact, he was damned good. Enthusiastically, she pulled out the Cool Whip out of the fridge and handed it to Harm, licking her lips as he used a large spoon to place a perfect, large dollop on her piece. "We going to have coffee with desert?"
As she spoke, Harm was already putting the coffee to percolate. "I know how you like it Mac." He let the innuendo slip purposely, adding a charming smile for good measure. "Let's go back outside. If the clouds cleared, you can just about see all the stars."
Sitting across from her, he was mesmerized as Mac savored every bite of pie. She would slice through the piece with her spoon, slip it past her lips, into her mouth and that's when her eyes would close. "Mmmm. . .shoo ghood." She moaned out, chewed the piece, swallowed, then licked any sweetness off of the spoon in some erotic fashion. She'd done this from time to time in the past when she sort of forgot that she wasn't alone. But, tonight, for some reason, he felt he was being seduced and he was rather liking it.
Harm knew he was caught, when she placed her elbows on the table and leaned in, giving him a sweet smile. "Do you like staring at me, sailor?"
"Some women are easy on the eyes, yes . . .I've stared at women before." Damnit, what about her always made him into a verbal moron? Couldn't he just flat out say 'Yes, Mac, you are beautiful, I love watching you.' No, he had to say things in, what Susan had called, Rabb-Speak.
Apparently, that wasn't what she wanted to hear either. He could see a look of hope dissipate and flicker out. She smiled pleasantly at him, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "This was great, Harm, thanks." Mac couldn't keep the disappointment out of her voice if she tried. There were moments tonight, when she swore they were on the same wavelength; moments that all she had to do was reach out and take what she wanted. Not to say that they would have just dropped into bed, but maybe they were ready to talk about them. "How about that coffee? I have to head off soon."
"Yea, I'll go get it." Harm took their empty plates and headed back inside. "Damnit, Harm. . .can't you, for once, THINK before you speak?" Grabbing two mugs, he quickly went to work on their coffees. As he reached up into a cabinet for the non-dairy creamer, something suddenly seemed off. There were pleasant smells in the kitchen, mainly those of freshly baked pie and coffee, but there was something else. There was a rotten egg type of smell, almost like that of. . . "What is that?" He placed the mug in his hand down on the counter and took a quick look around the kitchen, taking a stronger whiff and that's when it hit him. It was Mercapten, the type of smell the gas companies added to notify clients of a gas leak.
Warning bells went off in his head, this was not good. He bolted out of the kitchen, running towards the sliding glass doors. "Mac, get out of here!" He yelled loudly.
Mac turned from her spot on the deck, her eyebrow raising casually as Harm ran out onto the deck. "Wha. . .Harm!" He grabbed her arm roughly, pulling her towards the wooden steps that made it onto the beach.
"There's a gas. . ." They barely had a chance to hit the sand before a massive explosion shook the ground beneath them.
"Ooof." Mac groaned as Harm pushed her into the sand. His body then fell on hers, his arms wrapping around her head, keeping her body tucked beneath him. She kept her body rolled like a ball as several other explosions ricocheted behind them.
The area filled with a thick smoke. Pieces of debris were landing around them almost like bombs being dropped from above. Mac could swear the ground was shaking beneath her and for a brief moment, she wasn't sure where she was or how this had happened. Was it an earthquake? No, it couldn't have been, she'd have FELT that. The explosions had stopped but she could clearly discern the sound of flames crackling, the heat was licking at them. As she tried to get her bearings, Mac attempted to push Harm off of her. "Harm, what happened?" But he didn't budge. There were nagging aches and pains in her limbs as well as the sharp pain of what had to be several cuts on both her arms and legs. "Harm? I think it's okay. . .I'm okay." She tried to push him off once again, but his weight had her firmly pinned down. Not that she would have minded at another given point and time, but this was rather uncomfortable in the position she was in. "Harm?" When he didn't respond for the third time, Mac used as much of her strength possible to roll him off of her. What she saw rocked her to the core.
There was blood leaking slightly out of his mouth as well as from the side of his head. "Harm?" She tried to wake him up, but he wouldn't respond. "Oh God."
dansingwolf – YES I got a PI book. It's actually amusing. :) BDUs, yes, I find the pants are comfy. The black BDU pants along with a cute baby t look. . .well, cute. ;) And the book with gadgets. . .Well, I can't buy those, I am not in law enforcement. :P But there are some nifty things. I think I might try eBay, you never know. ;) Yea, there is ALWAYS a bad guy. Maybe more than one. ;) Hehehe. Evil Evil Evil I know live with it. :)
eagleandrose – Welcome aboard! I shall try to post as much as possible, but I just started shool and we're doing muscleskeletal stuffies this month so postings might be in short supply. I usually try to hit you guys with at least 1 per week. Save for last week, but last week was my first week of class and. . .okay shutting up now. ;)
Starryeyes – Thank you!
CJKS – Cristina! Hey there! Yes, post something willya! Yea, you know me, I can't have H and M stuff be EASY, it just doesn't work. Drawing it out is fun muahaha. ;)
Freezepops - Yea, they are a fun twosome. I keep thinking of Mac and Harm stuffed in the lady's closet and crack up. Cos you can just see Mac busting out like "WOW! THAT WAS FUN" And Harm with that horrified look. Hehehe
Daisymh – Hope you loved this one too. ;)
Eve – Thank you. I think my first fics slightly mangled the characters and I've gotten a bit better at not mangling them, just manipulating them. LOL! ;) Hope you continue to enjoy the story.
Lisa – Yes, I saw the begging and it was very well done. Very well! ;) :claps: ;) Thank you for the compliments. I am not a big FWAFS story fan myself. Some are a bit too nauseating. Well, FWAFS is a bit nauseating too. I mean, yea, we are going to believe that suddenly they just fall into eachothers arms and all is right with the world. HELL NO. I mean, I liked it, I really did. But it was, very anticlimactic. :sighs: We'll deal.
Southrnqt - Here you go calling me evil again. :Sighs: Sadly, I am not offended. Muahaha!
Jamie – LOL! I wish I would have thought about the quarters thing BEFORE I wrote this part. :sighs: Why didn't you tell me earlier! Huh! Jeez! Yer fired! GO! OUT WITH YOU:sobs: Sorry, you're rehired. ;)
FoxyWombat - Erm, stop reading this and go update YOUR story. Thank you and that is all I have to say. ;)
Pain - LOVE that name! Dood, I keep singing Depeche Mode's "Strange Love" in my head every time I see your nick. "Pain will you return it. I'll say it again PAIN. . ." :strut/dances around: ;))
Writingmom - Thank you! I am trying to give you more as quick as I can. Sorry for the delay.
Outofit - I keep trying to say your nick as a whole word and, lemme tell ya, it sounds funny. ;) About the dance - You like the dance, you know you do. . .you know I am going to reward you. You know I am going to put them in BETTER situations than DPB, like them sharing a bed. ;) Yes, I tease too! But, until TPTB I don't just leave crumbs, I leave the whole loaf. ;)
Manic Penguin – LOL That name just conjures up some ODD thoughts. Oh, they will get closer, but they are both at the point that they need to be comfy with themselves to be comfy with each other. It's a push and pull, really. But they are learning a lot about each other and themselves so it's cool.
Nk - Dood, I was beginning to think you didn't love me anymore. :sniffs: ;)
Britainy: The stuff Harm dug up isn't evidence, evidence. . .he's just snooping to see what he can find to work more on bringing them down. You have to work out of the frame of legalities of normal JAG. Harm is the type to bend the rules and manipulate the laws for the greater good. So it works. He's got a lot of work cut out for him though. The whole explosion thing MIGHT be a sabotoge. ;)
Sammy85 – Yea, my other story, they have twice tried to have some fun in a closet but umm… well, stuff happens. ;)
Smithknk – LOL! Tattoos, no. But did you have to mention that! Now I want to run off at get another.. GRR! School, yes, it's a bitch. Well, from what I hear from the students that are ahead of our class, the rest of it is easier, we're doing the more difficult stuffies now. :P
Kittyx – Thank you!
LtJGMEG: Stubborn! Naw! They are not! They are really really easy and mellow. ;)
Froggy: She's fine, it was just… actually, not sure why I wrote it. I might have had a point and then lost that point. You know me, I am all over the place. ;)
Nix707 - Stop reading this and start posting yours! ;) :Sighs: I have no Anons! It's so friggin sad! It sucks! No bad people want me. Either that or I scared them off, which is probable. LOL! Damn, so that means, you won? Or should we wait until both stories are over? ;)
Tom: I have to read over what I put about the brig/Leavenworth to answer you. LOL! Where did I put that anyway? Right now it's almost midnight and I am lazy and burnt out to reread or remember anything. Sorry! LOL!