Title:"We're Just Partners, I Swear!"
Author: ash9445
Disclaimer: JAG and its characters belong to DPB, CBS, and Belisarius Productions. Believe me, if JAG was mine, I wouldn't have had to go to school, and it wouldn't have taken me so long to write another chapter!! Again, not beta-ed, and this is my first fic...be kind.
AN: Finally! I get another opportunity to sit down and write a little bit. School has been extremely hard, and life has invaded on a lot of my free time. This one goes out to all you guys who have stayed with this story! Hang in there! I'm not leaving this behind!
Thoughts are in Italics
1845 EST
MIC'S CAR
JUST OUTSIDE OF JAG HQ
FALLS CHURCH, VIRGINIA
Mic had just pulled out of JAG HQ and headed for his apartment in Georgetown. It had been pouring all day, but by now it was only showering. Mac was still chattering excitedly about the days events and her case load.
"Seriously, what does Harm take me for? An idiot? There was just no way I was going to take that deal. If everything goes to plan, I should have my client walking free within the next 48 hours." She sighed contentedly. If everything goes to plan, Harm and I will be having some real fun with Renee very soon!
Mac chuckled. "What's so funny, Sarah?" Mic looked over to her once he had stopped at the intersection.
"Oh—uh, nothing important." She smiled nervously. She quickly changed the subject. "Hey, how about we go and get some food? It'll be nice to get off the roads for a bit, hopefully this storm will blow over soon.
"Alright, well is there anything in particular you'd like tonight?"
"Well the only thing I can think of in the area would be Ho's Noodle House, it's about 10 minutes away from here." That's right near Harm's apartment. I wonder if he'll be there? I hope so...
Wait, why did she hope Harm would be there? Could it be that it wasn't the Wonder from Down Under who had captured her heart, but Harm? Of course not. They're "Just Partners".
A few minutes had passed and the car had once again become silent. The rain was coming down in sheets, making it nearly impossible for Mic to see the road.
"We have to pull over, Mic! I can't even see the car ahead of us!"
"Relax, I've got this. I've driven through worse. Believe me, Sarah, we're going to be fine. Now, hang on, we're almost there." Mic replied, his eyes squinted.
CRACK! A lightning bolt struck a tree on the other side of the street, setting it on fire. The sudden flash and boom of thunder caught Mic off guard and he lost control of the vehicle. The wet roads caused the car to spin twice, before smashing the back end into a lamppost. Both passengers managed to emerge from the wreckage; miraculously unscathed, which was more then could be said for Mic's former vehicle. The rear bumper of the Navy-issue Ford Taurus had been smashed into the backseat; causing the entire body of the car to become horribly disfigured.
"Damn it!" Mic swore, taking notice of the damage to the hunk of metal formerly recognizable as a car. Both he and Mac were now thoroughly drenched.
"Mic, we need to get to somewhere dry. By the looks of it, this storm's only going to get worse."
It was getting late, almost 2000, and by now everyone was off of the roads. The clouds obscured the moon's glow, leaving only the dim streetlights to illuminate the sidewalks.
2035 EST
EAST OF UNION STATION
WASHINGTON D.C.
Mac and Brumby had been walking for over half an hour, when finally a familiar building came into view. Harm's apartment.
"Mic! I can see Harm's building from here! It's there on the corner. This is great!"
"Yeah. Bloody wonderful." Mic grumbled.
Upon arriving, Mac knocked twice, as per usual, but there was no answer. He must be out. Who the hell would be out in this weather?
Hoping Harm was really gone, and not entertaining Renee, Mac slipped her spare key into the keyhole and opened the door.
SAME TIME
JOGGING TRAIL
ROCK CREEK PARK
WASHINGTON D.C.
Harm ran as fast as he could back to the parking lot. He was drenched from head to toe and the sudden gusts of wind were definitely not helping. He was silently cursing himself for wearing only running shorts and a t-shirt.
Agh! I'm freezing! The weather forecasts did NOT say there was going to be rain tonight. Otherwise I would've stayed home instead of freezing my ass off in this rain! Why the hell is it raining in MAY?! And who made the parking lot so damn far away!
Huffing, puffing, and shivering, he finally made it back to his SUV. Harm reached into the back seat and grabbed a towel and his sweatshirt. After turning on the heating to full blast, he started the car and headed for home.
2045
HARM'S APARTMENT
EAST OF UNION STATION
WASHINGTON D.C.
A little damp, but warmer (thanks to his car's heating), Harm stepped out of the elevator and slid his key into the lock. He opened the door and closed it behind him, setting his keys on the end table. He proceeded to take off his sopping wet shoes and socks and left them near the door.
Ah, glad to be home. My nice, dry apartment. No rain, no wind, and no Brumby. Now, time to warm up in a nice, hot shower.
He began taking off his shirt, then shorts; leaving him clad only in his boxers, and strolled into his bathroom. He stopped dead in his tracks. There was someone in his shower. THERE WAS SOMEONE IN HIS SHOWER!! Harm silently backed up, and made his way towards his nightstand—and his gun.
The intruder turned off the water, grabbed a towel, and stepped out of the small enclosure. When they finally stepped out of the shower Harm finally realized who it was...
AN: End of Chapter! Good thing I posted the next one, huh? ;)