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Part 4 – The Supply Closet Adventure

Heading out of the door of the stairwell, I make my way down the hallway towards ops. After a direct order from the General, I was to wait downstairs for the elevator guy to lock it down to ensure no one got stuck inside. I pass our supply closet when I feel a strong set of arms wrap around my waist and pull me backwards. Immediately, my Marine training kicks in. It takes just one move to free myself and with a second, I shove the heel of my palm into my attacker's face.

"Oh, jeez, Mac. . .Do you have to be so violent?" Staring up into my partner's face, I can't help but chuckle as he places his hand over his nose, his voice sounding all nasally as he speaks.

"Hello! I'm a Marine! You should know better." I reach up to see the damage I've done and am happy to report that his nose is not bleeding. His eyes, on the other hand are streaming with tears from the punch, woops. It's then that I realize where Harm came out of. . "And what were you doing in the supply closet?"

Harm moves his fingers over his nose and when he is insured that it wasn't broken, he smiles down at me. "Waiting for you."

"Waiting for me?" Okay, now I have to ask, "Why?"

That smile of his just widens and becomes every bit mischievous as he says, "Well, can't a guy have a little fun?"

"Harm!" Woah, did I sound like a disapproving mother! Still, with that look he is giving me, I know exactly what type of 'little fun' he wanted to have. My eyes widen in shock. Now who's being the prude, MacKenzie?

No matter what I feel for this man, I am not about to start getting it on in some supply closet like a horny teenager. For one thing, we haven't exactly gone past second base. For another, I'll be damned if our first time doesn't include a) dinner first, b) some soft, romantic music, c) me in some skimpy, but tasteful lingerie, and d) most definitely a bed. I may have been a bit more charitable with past lovers and our locales, but I am not seventeen anymore. Course, shall this opportunity present itself somewhere down the line, after we've consummated our relationship, I wouldn't disapprove. There's also that thing about him not being with someone since 2001 that we still have to talk about, we just haven't had the time.

"What? He asks innocently, his eyes dancing playfully.

I put my hands on my hips and tap my foot on the floor. "What do you mean 'what?' Harm! I am not about to have sex with you in the supply closet!"

"Mac!" He says, exasperated. His face turns a few shades of red as his feet shuffle on the floor. "I was just trying to scare you. . .Jeez, you Marine's have a one track mind." And by the ninety shades of red on his face, I can deduce that sailor's minds are just as bad if not worse. "For one thing, there are more comfortable places, for another we don't have protection and finally. . ." He trails off as his eyes seek out mine, there is a look there, a cute look of love and tenderness that melts my heart. "Our first time needs to be special. . .and I hardly think a supply closet at JAG is special." I nod stupidly and my traitorous body is overriding my mind who is agreeing with him. Right now, the way he looks, so sweet and charming, makes me want to have my way with him. "Of course, if you want to have a little quickie, I wouldn't object." There goes his flyboy smile, shining at a billion watts. I am about to respond when Harm grabs my wrist. "Quick! Hide!" He says, yanking me into the supply closet with him. The door closes behind us with a quiet 'click.' I try to say something, but Harm quiets me. "Shhhh."

We're pressed up against each other, I imagine Harm's back is against the row of shelves. I can't see a damned thing, save for the little patch of light under the door which turns dark when someone passes by. Both of Harm's hands are on my hips and though I am terribly tempted to do something about it, I take a deep breath instead. "What was all that about?"

"Someone was coming." Harm says conspiringly, as if we were doing something wrong.

I move slightly away from him in order to put some space between us, which is difficult to do when the door is about six inches away from your back side. "Uh huh. As far as I remember, talking with a fellow co-worker is not a crime."

I literally hear the wheels in Harm's head churning, he's probably thinking of how much of a moron he is. Yep, I see us dating working out just swell. We've only gone out once and already he's acting like a lunatic. "Yea, well, what if they can beam into my head and figure out what I am thinking?" I bet he's grinning too, at least it sounds like he is.

"I'll make sure and tell Bud you were suggesting that, he may grab you to be a test subject or something." I chuckle, imagining Harm strapped onto some home made, electric chair looking device and Bud, dressed as a mad doctor asking him questions about telekinesis and other telewhatevers that people claim to have. "Anyway, as much as this was fun, I have a case to prepare for. . .Our young Lt. Commander is determined to give me a run for the money." I reach behind me to try and find the door knob, but when I turn it, nothing happens. "Uh, Harm?"

"Yea?"

I am slightly curious as to why this is happening and if he had this planned all along. I wouldn't put it past Harm to screw with the mechanism of the lock in order to trap me with him. "We're stuck."

"No we're not!" He yells slightly, obviously exasperated at this. "Here, move a bit, lemme try the door." We carefully change positions and I press myself up against the shelves as Mr. Wonderful works on the handle. I hear him groan, then jiggle the handle a second later, I hear something being yanked off followed by Harm elbowing me in the gut.

Doubling over, well as much as I can that is, I wheeze a few times, trying to catch the breath that has completely run from my body. "Jesus, Harm. . .If this is what dating you is like, I prefer staying single." I don't mean that, really I don't, but it all sorta just came out. Harm turns in our cramped space and I feel his hands roaming my body. Hands which I slap away out of reflex. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Trying to feel you. . ." He stops abruptly and chooses another form of words. "I mean, I am trying to feel where I elbowed you." I guide his hand to my abdomen and feel him run slow circles over the area. Oh God, does that feel nice, even over the fabric of my uniform. "I guess we're even now."

I sigh softly, you really can't stay too mad at Harm, even though I've tried. The guy just has this way of crawling back under your skin. "We are. . .Now what happened?"

"This happened." Something round and cool is placed in my hand and I don't need any lights to tell me that it's the doorknob. Christ, could this get any worse?

Groaning loudly, I pout in the darkness. "Jeez, Harm, what are you? The bionic man?. . .Okay, let's yell, someone can get us out, we can say we just. . .uh, I don't know, FELL in. . ." I am praying that whoever comes to our aid is enlisted. They won't ask, we won't have to tell and past a bit of scuttlebutt, we'll be able to put this behind us. Harm agrees and the moment we are about to yell, I hear the fire alarms going of.

"Oh shit!" We both say in unison. Of course, it would happen that we are stuck in a tiny supply closet, in the dark, with hardly any space to move during the fire drill which I scheduled as per the General's orders. "It's just a fire drill." I reassure my partner who I hear breathe a sigh of relief.

The alarm bellows for a full five minutes before it shuts off again. Now, I figure, we'll have to wait a good twenty minutes to half an hour for the offices to do a head count, find that we're missing, check that we aren't TAD and come looking for us. "This doesn't make things better. . .Now people will be worried about us."

"There are worse things that could happen." He says trying to pacify me, well that ain't working today, buddy!

"Oh yea, like us being caught in this tiny supply closet by the General. Nothing says 'permanent transfer to the Aleutians' better than that!" I shift slightly, brushing my body up against his when I hear Harm's breath hitch.

With a shaky breath he tells me. "Please don't do that. . .I honestly wouldn't be able to control myself if you rub up against me again."

I would chuckle at his admission if it weren't for the sound of his voice and how hitched it was. "I'll behave if you will." I try not to make my voice sound too bedroomish, but that fails as well.

"Ugh, don't talk either." Now that I chuckle and immediately he's irate. "Well, I am sorry I am a guy, who is rather attracted to you."

My chuckle turns into a giggling fit as his hands find my sides which he tickles. "Sorr-y. . .But. . .this. . .was your. . .idea." I say between laughs and move my hands to tickle him. A couple of minutes more pass by and we are both full out laughing when someone opens the door. Since I was leaning up against Harm who was leaning up against the door, we both fall out, me crashing over Harm who is laying on the ground.

"What the hell is going on here?" It's the General. Aleutians here we come! Well, knowing our luck, he'd probably send Harm somewhere else, Guam or something.

Harm slides out from under me with a speed that could have only been mastered in the Academy. This however, sends me to the floor, but he is quick to offer a hand and pull me up. "Sir, we can explain."

"Uh huh." He says as he glare turns into a scowl. Taking a glance behind the General, I find Sturgis, Bud, Coates and even Harriet. Uh, shoot me now please.

I decide to give my explanation a try, seeing as I tend to fumble less for words than my cohort over here. "The Commander was in the supply closet and I went looking for him for his opinion on my case. . ." I fake laughter, which Harm catches on and does himself.

Harm decides to pick up the story from there. "Well, she scared the shi. . .uh, crap out of me, sir and as a result, I guess I scared her and somehow we fell into the supply closet."

Okay, he's buying it, not all of it, but it's like a rent to own at the moment. "And why didn't you open the door and get out?"

Looking at the floor, I spot the door knob and carefully squat down to pick it up. "The sucker just came off, sir. . .We were about to yell for help when the drill began."

Creswell does that 'harrumphing' noise that, I swear, is bestowed to those in command and just starts to walk away. That's it? "Colonel, Commander, make sure that door knob gets fixed today and for the love of God, stay away from supply closets."

Sturgis, Bud and Harriet are chuckling away. Glad someone thinks this is all funny. I am sure I'll be amused at a later venue, but, this isn't it. Thankfully, I am the highest ranking officer. Three months senior to Harm and four to Sturgis. "Let's get back to work people, that's an order!" I really hate giving orders to my friends, but, sheesh, Harm and I need all the breaks we can get. Turning to him, I find my partner-in-crime blushing slightly. "That shade is pretty cute on you flyboy."

"I'm sorry for this, Mac. . .I really didn't do this on purpose, just wanted to play with you." Again, I see him biting at his words, the look on his face is so cute, it makes me want to kiss him. And I do kiss him, just a little peck on the cheek.

I start walking away from him with an extra sway to my hips. "I'll see you tonight, Flyboy." I call over my shoulder as I hang a left and head into JAG ops.

TO BE CONTINUED. . .