Chapter 2
Same day 1945 Local Time Driving through D.C.
I drove Mac back home that night after our briefing was finished. (Her car was in for repairs.)
"Hey Mac, how about we have dinner and discuss this?" I ask.
"Harm, you owe me an apology for today. No dinner until you apologize."
"That is my apology as well. I know how much you like to eat."
'Alright, what were you thinking of?"
"Pizza."
"Apology accepted, but only if you try at least one slice of meat-lover's variety."
"Mac, I don't think that's fair. I'm paying for it."
"Compromise, squid, I'll put off my decision to kill you until you do something else stupid."
"That's a compromise?!"
"Yes." She's serious, take it or leave it Rabb...
"Okay, but if I die because of all the fat in it, you can explain it to the Admiral tomorrow when he wants to know why I haven't reported for duty."
"Harm, tomorrow's Saturday."
"Yeah, and thanks to Webb, we're working on Saturday, which is when I get to sleep in."
"That's what happens when you're in the military Harm, don't tell me you didn't know that.'
"No, I know, sometimes it's all but wrecked my personal life..."
She looked at me curiously, as if asking for an explanation, but I gave none.
A little over an hour later we were sitting in Mac's apartment, eating pizza, and reading our cover stories.
"Hey Harm, look at this," she snickers, "your dad was chaplain!"
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah, it's right there, oh, and your mother was in the Navy too. Captain and Mrs. Peter Burnett. How sweet..."
"Yeah, Mac, guess what, both your parents were Navy too."
"Are you kidding me squid?!"
"Yeah, your dad was an Intelligence Officer, and that's where he met your mom. On board the USS Seahawk."
"You know, Webb was pretty through with these covers. Sheesh, he even tells us what our grandparents did."
"Yeah, so what do we do Mac?"
"We met at the Academy, and shared classes together. We're both computer geeks. DAMMIT! I can't turn on a computer, let alone understand what's going on in it's brain!"
"Come on Mac, it can't be that bad."
"Well you can turn on a computer, Mr. smartass-I can't."
"We'll just have to get Gunny to tell us about them, or Bud."
"Yeah, if we have time."
"So what did Webb say about us?"
"We met at the Academy, but when we graduated, we lost track of each other. Until a reunion three years ago. Then we started seeing each other, and finally got married last year."
"Good enough. Now, if you're a real Squid, you're gonna eat this slice of pizza-or else." She threatened.
I was hoping she'd forget about our little deal. "Awww, Mac, are you really gonna make me eat that?!" I replied looking at it totally grossed out.
"Yep. Now, take your medicine, Flyboy."
I groaned, and reached for the slice. I took a bit, and slowly chewed it, half expecting to fall down dead that instant. When I did not, Mac made me finish the slice.
"Good boy." She said with a mischievous grin. I glared at her...
A/N: Not updating until I get more reviews people!!!!! I want a minimum of five more! (2+5=7)
Same day 1945 Local Time Driving through D.C.
I drove Mac back home that night after our briefing was finished. (Her car was in for repairs.)
"Hey Mac, how about we have dinner and discuss this?" I ask.
"Harm, you owe me an apology for today. No dinner until you apologize."
"That is my apology as well. I know how much you like to eat."
'Alright, what were you thinking of?"
"Pizza."
"Apology accepted, but only if you try at least one slice of meat-lover's variety."
"Mac, I don't think that's fair. I'm paying for it."
"Compromise, squid, I'll put off my decision to kill you until you do something else stupid."
"That's a compromise?!"
"Yes." She's serious, take it or leave it Rabb...
"Okay, but if I die because of all the fat in it, you can explain it to the Admiral tomorrow when he wants to know why I haven't reported for duty."
"Harm, tomorrow's Saturday."
"Yeah, and thanks to Webb, we're working on Saturday, which is when I get to sleep in."
"That's what happens when you're in the military Harm, don't tell me you didn't know that.'
"No, I know, sometimes it's all but wrecked my personal life..."
She looked at me curiously, as if asking for an explanation, but I gave none.
A little over an hour later we were sitting in Mac's apartment, eating pizza, and reading our cover stories.
"Hey Harm, look at this," she snickers, "your dad was chaplain!"
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah, it's right there, oh, and your mother was in the Navy too. Captain and Mrs. Peter Burnett. How sweet..."
"Yeah, Mac, guess what, both your parents were Navy too."
"Are you kidding me squid?!"
"Yeah, your dad was an Intelligence Officer, and that's where he met your mom. On board the USS Seahawk."
"You know, Webb was pretty through with these covers. Sheesh, he even tells us what our grandparents did."
"Yeah, so what do we do Mac?"
"We met at the Academy, and shared classes together. We're both computer geeks. DAMMIT! I can't turn on a computer, let alone understand what's going on in it's brain!"
"Come on Mac, it can't be that bad."
"Well you can turn on a computer, Mr. smartass-I can't."
"We'll just have to get Gunny to tell us about them, or Bud."
"Yeah, if we have time."
"So what did Webb say about us?"
"We met at the Academy, but when we graduated, we lost track of each other. Until a reunion three years ago. Then we started seeing each other, and finally got married last year."
"Good enough. Now, if you're a real Squid, you're gonna eat this slice of pizza-or else." She threatened.
I was hoping she'd forget about our little deal. "Awww, Mac, are you really gonna make me eat that?!" I replied looking at it totally grossed out.
"Yep. Now, take your medicine, Flyboy."
I groaned, and reached for the slice. I took a bit, and slowly chewed it, half expecting to fall down dead that instant. When I did not, Mac made me finish the slice.
"Good boy." She said with a mischievous grin. I glared at her...
A/N: Not updating until I get more reviews people!!!!! I want a minimum of five more! (2+5=7)