Author's Note… Hey there lovely people! So, this is the halfway point in the story…. Thanks to everyone for all the reviews! I'm starting to like the JAG fans better than the CSI fans… and that's saying something, considering how obsessed I am with CSI.
Disclaimer: I'm getting no money for writing this story. It's just for fun. Please don't sue me for playing with the characters. I can't even afford to buy dinner out, let alone pay millions to those who already have millions.
Andsowego :)
Fair Winds and Following Fate
Chapter
V
The sun was shining as P.O. Jennifer Coates walked down
43rd street. It's not like she hadn't been down this road a
hundred times before, but somehow she'd missed the office-supply
place she was looking for. Why the General felt the need to send her
out on a Saturday for "better writing implements" was still a
mystery... couldn't the guy make do with a requisitioned bic? NO.
He had to have the fancy supplies. Jen laughed. She would have
thought that a man so obsessed with budgeting would at least make the
effort to spend less on his personal stuff too.
Realizing she
hadn't passed the street number for the store yet, Jen continued
walking. A cute boutique here, a flower shop there, an Italian bistro
or two... what kind of office supply store would be located in this
trendy area anyway? Stopping at the traffic light, Jen was thoroughly
confused. It should have been on this side of the street! Reaching
into her hand-bag for the address, Jen could have sworn she saw a guy
who looked just like Commander Brumby walking away from her down the
street. Whatever! Convinced her imagination was on overdrive, she
rummaged through her bag. Finding the card with the address on it,
Jen realized she was supposed to be on 43rd avenue not street.
Exasperated and feeling a bit embarrassed, Jen decided to
take a lunch break. It's not like anyone was really going to miss
her for an extra twenty minutes at JAG on a Saturday. Sometimes she
even had to forgo lunch for work at the office. This time, she was
ready for a change. Her growling stomach was getting priority
clearance! Crossing the street, she examined the area for the best
looking, nicest little restaurant she could find... hopefully one
where people wouldn't give her the third degree for eating lunch
alone and being in military uniform.
His back was to her as P.O. Coates approached the restaurant. She stopped in her tracks and fought the urge to flee at the sight of him. It's not like she had anything personally against the Commander, but given his less-than-perfect history with the Colonel, Jen wasn't particularly interested in making small talk with Mic Brumby. She froze as she watched him approach the restaurant, praying he wouldn't turn and look in her direction. Suddenly he stopped. He intensely studied something through the window of the bistro. There, at a table almost out of sight of the street, was Colonel Mackenzie. As far as Jen could tell, she didn't look too happy!
"Oh my God." Jen whispered to herself.
Turning on her heel quickly, she fled the scene. That's exactly what it was... fleeing the scene! Why did she feel like she'd just accidentally listened in on someone's private conversation? It's not like there had been anything going on. Obviously they were meeting each other for lunch for some reason. But wasn't Commander Brumby supposed to be in Australia? And where was Commander Rabb?
Quickening her pace, Jen headed back to where she'd parked her car. It had been towed.
"Damn!"
The General's fancy pens would have to wait. She had bigger problems to sort out.
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Coming Soon... Chapter VI… What exactly is Mic up to anyway? Andsowego