Chapter 11
1903 Roosevelt Naval Base 15 miles south of London
"Look at the bright side Harm, at least you won't be wearing a cast like poor Bud when you and Brumby broke his jaw." Mac said.
"Yeah, well, it wasn't a direct hit. If it was I'm sure I would be. And kindly don't mention Brumby while we're here." I respond in semi-annoyance.
"Actually, Harm, you never did tell me why you were going to punch him. I refuse to believe it was over the case, even you don't get that involved."
"Yeah, well, maybe I did." I answer angrily. "Besides, we're done with that aren't we?"
"Are we?"
"YES!" I shout, and make my way to the bathroom to clean up.
I return about fifteen minutes later. Mac is sitting in the chair reading a book, she does not even acknowledge my presence, but I know she knows I'm here. I don't know what's so interesting about her book, but if she wants to play that game fine. I'll play it too. I grab the computer manual and flip through it absently, trying to look absorbed.
Finding nothing of interest, I look over at her. She's beautiful, even when she's reading... Okay, you really got it BAD... She looks up.
"Do you want something?" she asks coolly.
You. "Uhhhh...no." I reply, bewildered.
"Well, then I suggest you stop staring at me, and go back to your manual."
I comply, although I could spend all evening staring at her and not be bored, I cannot even look at this monstrous book fro five seconds without having my mind wander. Usually to the woman sitting across the room. Is she mad at you again? What did I do this time?! I doubt I could've gotten her mad at me again in such a short time, I must be imagining things...
Monday 0639 ZULU Roosevelt Naval Base 15 miles south of London
"Wake up Harm! Or I'm going to pour ice cold water on you!" Mac says. Or at least that's what I think she says, it's too early to tell.
"I'm serious Harm! We don't have time for your dawdling! If you want a shower, you're getting up NOW!"
Dawdling, I haven't heard that word since my mother used to use it.. "Awwright. I'm getting' up..." I respond sleepily.
She yanks the covers off me, and the cold air rushes in, alright I'm up! I sit bolt upright. She smiles a little,
"You squids, can't you ever get up in the morning?"
I glare in response and head towards the shower. She calls after me,
"Don't get lost in there! You have thirty minutes in counting."
I trudge in, and get ready to take my shower.
Twenty-five minutes later finds me finishing my shave in front of the mirror, and I can hear Mac pacing impatiently outside.
"Be out in a minute." I say to reassure her.
"Right." She replies sarcastically.
I come out a little while later.
"Two minutes and thirteen seconds late." She answers, almost in a gloating way. This isn't the Mac I know, what's going on? Instead of voicing my thoughts aloud I just follow her out the door wondering what happened this time..
A/N: I haven't updated this recently for two reasons: I had inordinate amount of homework. Yesterday's alone was 5 hrs., on top of my Tae Kwon Do lesson. And, the reviews for the last chapter were pitiful. Only TWO. I'm sorry for those of you who did review and had to wait, but I'm telling you this won't happen again. This story will not be updated until I get a minimum of five reviews, and that's not a lot to ask. Thank for those of you who took the time to review..
1903 Roosevelt Naval Base 15 miles south of London
"Look at the bright side Harm, at least you won't be wearing a cast like poor Bud when you and Brumby broke his jaw." Mac said.
"Yeah, well, it wasn't a direct hit. If it was I'm sure I would be. And kindly don't mention Brumby while we're here." I respond in semi-annoyance.
"Actually, Harm, you never did tell me why you were going to punch him. I refuse to believe it was over the case, even you don't get that involved."
"Yeah, well, maybe I did." I answer angrily. "Besides, we're done with that aren't we?"
"Are we?"
"YES!" I shout, and make my way to the bathroom to clean up.
I return about fifteen minutes later. Mac is sitting in the chair reading a book, she does not even acknowledge my presence, but I know she knows I'm here. I don't know what's so interesting about her book, but if she wants to play that game fine. I'll play it too. I grab the computer manual and flip through it absently, trying to look absorbed.
Finding nothing of interest, I look over at her. She's beautiful, even when she's reading... Okay, you really got it BAD... She looks up.
"Do you want something?" she asks coolly.
You. "Uhhhh...no." I reply, bewildered.
"Well, then I suggest you stop staring at me, and go back to your manual."
I comply, although I could spend all evening staring at her and not be bored, I cannot even look at this monstrous book fro five seconds without having my mind wander. Usually to the woman sitting across the room. Is she mad at you again? What did I do this time?! I doubt I could've gotten her mad at me again in such a short time, I must be imagining things...
Monday 0639 ZULU Roosevelt Naval Base 15 miles south of London
"Wake up Harm! Or I'm going to pour ice cold water on you!" Mac says. Or at least that's what I think she says, it's too early to tell.
"I'm serious Harm! We don't have time for your dawdling! If you want a shower, you're getting up NOW!"
Dawdling, I haven't heard that word since my mother used to use it.. "Awwright. I'm getting' up..." I respond sleepily.
She yanks the covers off me, and the cold air rushes in, alright I'm up! I sit bolt upright. She smiles a little,
"You squids, can't you ever get up in the morning?"
I glare in response and head towards the shower. She calls after me,
"Don't get lost in there! You have thirty minutes in counting."
I trudge in, and get ready to take my shower.
Twenty-five minutes later finds me finishing my shave in front of the mirror, and I can hear Mac pacing impatiently outside.
"Be out in a minute." I say to reassure her.
"Right." She replies sarcastically.
I come out a little while later.
"Two minutes and thirteen seconds late." She answers, almost in a gloating way. This isn't the Mac I know, what's going on? Instead of voicing my thoughts aloud I just follow her out the door wondering what happened this time..
A/N: I haven't updated this recently for two reasons: I had inordinate amount of homework. Yesterday's alone was 5 hrs., on top of my Tae Kwon Do lesson. And, the reviews for the last chapter were pitiful. Only TWO. I'm sorry for those of you who did review and had to wait, but I'm telling you this won't happen again. This story will not be updated until I get a minimum of five reviews, and that's not a lot to ask. Thank for those of you who took the time to review..