This is my first fanfic - reviews, please - I have more in the works, tell me if I should go on...
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, I just like to make Harm do hot things
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0736 LOCAL
JAG HEADQUARTERS
FALLS CHURCH, VIRGINIA
TUESDAY
I walk into my office past Harm. ::sigh:: He smells like Halston today. That fits him so well... It's masculine, dark, and attractive. Perhaps that's why it fits him... Since when do I think like this?
He can't read my thoughts, can he? I hope not, he's coming over here.
"Good morning, Mac."
I smile and laugh nervously. "If that's what it is." How charming.
"Oh, it will be," he says. Could he be more sexy today? "I found some info on the Trucan case."
"Mmm, the Trucan case... Is it bad?" I ask timidly. It's too early, the caffeine hasn't kicked in yet. Maybe if I woke up to the smell of that Halston - What the hell? I gotta concentrate.
"It is bad," he says sarcastically. "Turns out the same thing happened two years ago and he was found guilty. /i he's had a history of violent behavior. It'll all go to pattern. Good thing you're prosecuting."
I smile a relieved one. "I was afraid for a minute that you'd made my case impossilble to win." Like it would've been his fault.
"Ah, no, there's no case too impossible for you." He smiles big. Was that a compliment or a joke? I can never tell with that intoxicating, hella distracting smile... What? What am I thinking?
He wears the same cocky grin as he turns to leave my office. I hope no one can see me. I watch dreamily as he walks off. God, his hips look good in those summer whites... What the hell is wrong with me today? I mean, geez, I like Harm, but not like that... right? I mean /b. I can't like him that way. Our careers at JAG wouldn't permit it. And a Navy and Marine relationship - it simply doesn't happen.
Relationship? I shake my head out of it. I need caf/i... I get up and head toward the break room, trying hard to avoid glancing at or a glance from Harm.
As I near Harriet's desk, she says, "Are you alright, Colonel?"
I give her a half-assed smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just need coffee." I wave my hand toward the break room. I smile again and begin to walk away. But I swear I hear Harriet say "Halston."
I turn quickly and say 'what' in a very alarmed tone. Her eyes widen, but she replies, "I asked how your trip to Houston was." Oh. Houston. She gives me a strange look.
"I'm sorry, Harriet, I'm hearing things today. It was alright. I just hope I have enough info to back up the Andover case now."
"Well, good luck with that today, ma'am."
"Thanks."
I sigh. I'm beginning to wonder what my comfort food is and if it's in a cabinet nearby. I hope Harm hasn't taken all the -
::sigh:: It's going to be a long day.
No, it's going to be a long week.
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, I just like to make Harm do hot things
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0736 LOCAL
JAG HEADQUARTERS
FALLS CHURCH, VIRGINIA
TUESDAY
I walk into my office past Harm. ::sigh:: He smells like Halston today. That fits him so well... It's masculine, dark, and attractive. Perhaps that's why it fits him... Since when do I think like this?
He can't read my thoughts, can he? I hope not, he's coming over here.
"Good morning, Mac."
I smile and laugh nervously. "If that's what it is." How charming.
"Oh, it will be," he says. Could he be more sexy today? "I found some info on the Trucan case."
"Mmm, the Trucan case... Is it bad?" I ask timidly. It's too early, the caffeine hasn't kicked in yet. Maybe if I woke up to the smell of that Halston - What the hell? I gotta concentrate.
"It is bad," he says sarcastically. "Turns out the same thing happened two years ago and he was found guilty. /i he's had a history of violent behavior. It'll all go to pattern. Good thing you're prosecuting."
I smile a relieved one. "I was afraid for a minute that you'd made my case impossilble to win." Like it would've been his fault.
"Ah, no, there's no case too impossible for you." He smiles big. Was that a compliment or a joke? I can never tell with that intoxicating, hella distracting smile... What? What am I thinking?
He wears the same cocky grin as he turns to leave my office. I hope no one can see me. I watch dreamily as he walks off. God, his hips look good in those summer whites... What the hell is wrong with me today? I mean, geez, I like Harm, but not like that... right? I mean /b. I can't like him that way. Our careers at JAG wouldn't permit it. And a Navy and Marine relationship - it simply doesn't happen.
Relationship? I shake my head out of it. I need caf/i... I get up and head toward the break room, trying hard to avoid glancing at or a glance from Harm.
As I near Harriet's desk, she says, "Are you alright, Colonel?"
I give her a half-assed smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just need coffee." I wave my hand toward the break room. I smile again and begin to walk away. But I swear I hear Harriet say "Halston."
I turn quickly and say 'what' in a very alarmed tone. Her eyes widen, but she replies, "I asked how your trip to Houston was." Oh. Houston. She gives me a strange look.
"I'm sorry, Harriet, I'm hearing things today. It was alright. I just hope I have enough info to back up the Andover case now."
"Well, good luck with that today, ma'am."
"Thanks."
I sigh. I'm beginning to wonder what my comfort food is and if it's in a cabinet nearby. I hope Harm hasn't taken all the -
::sigh:: It's going to be a long day.
No, it's going to be a long week.