See! They're back in the supply room. ;) Well closet, becase it's really a tiny place. ;)
Enjoy!
Jackie

Part 21 – The Supply Room Again

It's late in the day, the only person left in the office is. .. well, me. Mac's been gone for about ten minutes and will, no doubt, get to her apartment and slip into a nice warm bubble bath. I sigh, the idea of her surrounded in bubbles making smirk. She's so sexy. Ah, back to work Rabb. I search around my desk for a pen, but find none. "What the hell?" Yanking open my drawers I don't find any there, nor inside my briefcase. Ugh! This means I need to take an obligatory trip to the damned supply room.

Well, on the way back I'll slip into the kitchen and grab some, much need, COFFEE! I head down the halls considering, as I always do, if some ghost haunts our offices. This place is just eerie with no one around. I make it to the supply room and open it up only to have the life scared out of me. "Took you long enough!"

Mac grabs me by the shirt and shoves me into the closet, closing the door behind us. "Jesus, Mac! Give a guy a heart attack why dontcha!"

She chuckles and I feel her hands on my chest, tracing through the fabric of my clothing. Reaching up she loosens my tie. "You're too overdressed for this time of the evening, Commander."

I want to relax and let her do whatever she's trying to do, but, the fact that we were LOCKED in here once before starts to worry me. "Mac, hate to burst your bubble but. . HOW ARE WE GOING TO GET OUT?"

I feel her move slightly, reaching behind her to open up the door. "See it. . .opens. . .if you . .. just." But, it didn't open, at all. "Shit!" She tries again, but seeing as, from her vantage, she couldn't reach it. I try myself and the stupid thing won't budge. Talk about DÉJÀ VU!

DAMNIT! "You just HAD to get me in the supply closet. You just HAD to lock us in didn't you?" I know she doesn't deserve a berating, but, damnit, there is NO ONE here. Which means, if we don't make it out, we'll be stuck here until someone rescues us in the morning!

Mac just huffs. "Well you got us stuck in here LAST time. . .Remember? You tugged me in because 'someone was coming'?"

Okay, so I was trying to mess with her and, in the end I got US stuck in this stupid little closet. But, this is different, to begin with, if the General finds us, we're soooo dead. He isn't going to let us get away with this TWICE! "Maaaac, this isn't good!"

"No, duh!" I feel her shifting around and I have to say, it's hell on my control. I know she's not doing it on purpose, brushing up against me like that. Right? She couldn't be doing that on purpose. Involuntarily I groan and start to think about anything gross to stop my. . uh. . .little sailor – as Mac likes to call it – from taking a stand. She shifts again and lets out this wispy sigh.

"MAC! Will you STOP That!" I really didn't mean to scream out but, JESUS!

"You don't have a broom up your six!" I raise an eyebrow and try not to laugh. Well, unsuccessfully try not to laugh. Reaching around I find that she really does have a broom up against her six. I pull it away and manage to lean it up against the door. "Thank you!"

She shifts some more and I groan again. Mac's definitely doing this on purpose. I go back to thinking icky thoughts, like the General in drag. Eww, yea, that would do it. Actually. . .OH GOD! Okay, now she's undoing her jacket. Okay, I mean, yea, it's getting HOT in here, but. . .her chest bumps into mine. . ARGH! "MAAAC! JUST STOP MOVING, DAMNIT!"

She does stop, thank God. Mac's hands and body move as far away from me as possible. With a sigh, I then feel her resting heavily against me. Did she just pass out or fall asleep or something? "I. .uh. . .M-mac?"

"Yea?" She says very softly and I can barely feel her breathe.

"Are you okay?"

She sighs again. "Yea, just trying not to move. . .you told me not to move."

"Well, I didn't mean for you to stop breathing, Marine. . .Thing is your umm. . .bumping and grinding over there was. . .well it was making my little sailor a happy little sailor."

Mac chuckles. "Am I really that much hell on your control?"

I swear, she sounds pleased. "You have no idea. . ." I sigh, then it occurs to me. "Apparently I am not hell on yours. . .you tend not to have problems controlling yourself."

"Yea, that is why I finagled you into a supply closet with the intentions of making out with you?" She snorts. "I think the only time you aren't hell on my control is when we are just partners."

"I got news for you, MacKenzie, I don't think you and I have ever been just partners." I grin, and slowly run my hands down her sides to her hips. You have to admire the Marines, they have got the most flattering outfits for women, despite all that drab green. Okay, I am smitten, hopelessly smitten, in love. . . I really can't help what my hands are doing. Neither can I help my lips that have managed to fuse themselves to hers.

We kiss slowly, neither of us wanting for this to go too far. We are at JAG after all. I feel, more than see, that she did manage to unbutton her jacket. Reaching up I pull off her tie and unbutton the top of her blouse. I have this thing with Mac's neck. Well, I have one, mainly because of the little sounds she makes when I kiss her there. Her hands are not idle either, she's managed to open up a few of the buttons at the bottom of my blouse and has slipped her hand through there and poked under my undershirt. I feel my breath hitch slightly when her hand slips over my abs and towards my back. "You're soooo damned sexy." She rasps between kisses.

Grinning, though I know she can't see it, I turn us around in the cramped space. Well, more like squeeze us around. Turning around in this room comprises of me sliding to one side so she could press herself to the other side, so she can wind up where I was and me with my back to the door. We manage it though, through chuckles, snorts and a few groans. "If either of us gained a pound, I don't think we would have made that daring little maneuver." She laughs, as her hands find their way back against my skin.

I move back, leaning against the door and tug Mac to me, raising one of her legs up towards my hip. "Now THAT was a daring maneuver." The second I'm about to kiss her again, I feel myself falling backwards. "Ooof!" The wind has been knocked out of me and I happened to think my senses have been too as I feel my head hit the floor. I can literally see stars, birdies and I think a bell or two is ringing.

"AHEM!" I hear someone, male, clearing their throat and through the haze and daze, I see a pair of nicely polished shoes, green pants, and, as my gaze moves upwards, I spot some khaki with two stars on the lapels. It's Creswell.

"OH SHIT!" I say, out loud and I see that General Creswell's scowl just gets worse. Oh shit indeed.

I try to push Mac off of me, but, for some reason, she is not moving. "Maac, COLONEL. . .Get. . up." I manage to say as I try to get my equilibrium and breath back at the same time. When I do manage to get my head up, I find her still half sprawled on me with her right hand wrapped around her left wrist. "Mac?"

At this point, it occurs to me that the General hasn't ripped us a new one, yea, well. . . two seconds later. "WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING? . . .You know, I don't have a problem with the two of you going out. Hell, Commander, the Colonel could probably calm some of your wild streak, but do you two have to make out at the office?"

"SIR! This is NOT a good time!" Mac yells at him and I feel the blood rush out of my cheeks. Something is really wrong if she just sounded off on our CO. She rolls off of me and lays on the floor still holding her wrist. As she tries to get up, I hear her gasp in pain. "Damnit! I think something is wrong."

The General is at her side in a moment, stepping over me as he checks her wrist and right ankle. He glances back at me and then at Mac. We're in for it. . .man are we in for it. But, to my surprise he starts to chuckle. "Can't you two EVER NOT get into trouble?" Sighing, he helps me up then points at Mac. "Commander, get the Colonel to the hospital, I think she might have broken her wrist and ankle."

I wince. "What? How?" I stare at Mac. Shouldn't I be the one with things broken? I mean, not that Mac is heavy, but when you have 120 lbs falling on you as you crash to the floor, it's no picnic.

Mac is trying to put a brave face in front of Creswell, but I can see a pout that she is trying to hide. "When you stumbled back, I tried to stop you from falling, in the process I bent my ankle. Then I tried to brace myself so I wouldn't land on you and. . ." She squeezes her wrist a bit and I frown. Then, realizing our CO was still there, she comes to attention, as much as one can while sitting on the ground. "Sir, please forgive us for disrespecting you and our offices especially considering that you have been nothing but understanding of the Commander's and my circumstance and. . ."

"Oh, hell Colonel, Mac. . .knock it off. . .You think you two are the only officers to have done this while at work?"

"Well, no but. . ."

Creswell sighs, "You two are the same rank, though you picked the wrong place to. . I'm not going to file charges. . .However, there will be some additional duties for the two of you for the rest of the week." Grinning, he helps me get Mac to one of her feet. "Harm, I'll help you take her down the steps since the elevator is out." And he does, but it takes us about fifteen minutes. I would have just lifted Mac into my arms and taken her down, but, with out luck, I probably would have fallen and broken my six or something. He helps strap her into my SUV, then looks sternly between the two of us. "I don't need to separate the two of you do I?"

"No, sir." We say in unison and he grins again.

"Good!. . .Have a great evening. . . Commander, keep me apprised of the Colonel's injuries as soon as you know something." With that, he's headed off to his own vehicle.

Mac and I share one of our millions of glances and we both bust out laughing. "Well, I think we escaped the Aleutians again."

"Yea, no thanks to you." I glance at her wrist which she is holding and though I am concerned, I just know it gives me a reason to stay at her place until she is better. "You know, you're going to need a strong, handsome sailor to care for you."

Mac nods in agreement. "Yep, know of one?"

"I'm sure I can find one for you. . .He might even be a pilot turned lawyer."

"Oh, those are the best kind." She nods enthusiastically then motions towards the rear. "Now, you mind getting me to a place with doctors and nurses and nice drugs? This. . .hurts like hell."

I back the car up then stick it in park. "You never would have known the way you handled yourself with the General."

"Yea, well, if you don't get me some pain killers soon, squid, there will be no more supply room adventures for you." Hmm, though that might not be a bad thing, seeing as both of our adventures ended up badly, I remind myself that a third time is a charm and quickly speed out of ops and to the nearest hospital.