Approximately 1,000 words; 3 pages (8 ˝” x 11”)
things go as planned – Harm and Mac humor.
Falls Church, Virginia
It was well passed the time that staff members would be in the office
working on a Friday night. Most people secured early on Friday heading
out to meet up with friends and family. But, this evening, two officers
stayed behind working hard. . . or maybe hardly working at all if one
would hear the grunts coming from Mac’s office. . .
“UGH!” Mac’s face contorted as she adjusted to the intrusion. “Push it
in a bit more.”
“Why?” Harm asked, his eyebrows hitting his hairline.
She shot him an exasperated look. “It’s not all the way in.” Stopping,
she glared at him as if he’d grown two heads. “It needs to go in
“How would you know?” Harm shot back accusingly.
“Because, I’ve done this before, perhaps?”
“Yea, how many times would that be?” He said with a slight bit of
disdain in his voice. With a huff, he stopped what he was doing and
stared at her. “Mac, what if I jiggle it a little?”
Now that did sound like a good idea. Mac conceded, “Okay, but do it
gently and slowly.”
Moving his hand, he tried the jiggling slow and gently, but it just was
NOT working! “Oh C’mon! It can’t be THIS difficult . . . You’ve thought
I’d never done this before.” Stopping all movement, he grinned at Mac
as an idea passed through his head. “Do you have anything to lubricate
it? Maybe that way I can make it all the way in.”
“NO! You don’t need to lubricate it.” Mac was about to give up on the
whole thing. How hard could it be? “I’ve NEVER had this problem
“Well there is a first time for everything.” With a sigh, he went back
to his initial idea. “Let me try jiggling it again.”
“Will you stop doing that! It’s not doing anything. . .” She’d finally
had enough; it was just not going to work. There as no point in trying
anymore. “You know what? Forget it!”
“Oh, C’mon Mac! I need this as much as you do! Maybe more!”
She knew he was right, the both needed it. . . badly. “Well, how about
if you hold it and I guide it in?”
“Yea! That could work!” Harm gave her his infamous flyboy smile.
“Okay. . . here we go. . on three. . . two. . .one.”
A synched “OWWW!!!” resonated the walls of JAG headquarters. Major
General Cresswell, who had returned to the office to pick up his laptop,
paused before Mac’s office. He tried to peek in through the blinds, but
“Okay, now screw.” Mac said with a grunt. “Oww! Will you hurry! This
“What in the hell are you two doing?” Without knocking, Cresswell
entered her office, stopping short when he found both Harm and Mac, on
the floor in front of the TV. Neither of them were wearing their
jackets, Mac was barefoot. Harm was on his knees holding a cable while
Mac was bent over trying to adjust it to the back of the TV.
Harm helped Mac come to attention, both of them nearly falling down
again. “Sorry, sir.” It was Mac who had more bravado to speak up.
“The Commander and I had a video pertinent to our cases. . .”
“The cables behind the TV and VCR were not put in properly. The Colonel
and I were just trying to fix it. But the cables are difficult to stick
“Yes, sir. . . and then it shocked me.” She added.
As Harm and Mac both stood at attention, Creswell softened slightly. He
now felt like some sort of peeping tom. “I see. . . as you were.”
Harm and Mac waited a moment or two before breaking out of attention and
looking at each other. Laughing, they both thought back bout their
conversation and how badly it could’ve been misconstrued. “Guess that
was a pretty bad convo, huh, Mac?”
With a mischievous look, she placed a hand on his cheek, which she ran
down to his chest. “I guess, if you were a prude.”
“I am not a prude.” He grinned.
Mac rose her eyebrows up in challenge and purred out, “Well, show me
His lips descended on hers in one of those earth moving kisses that are
designed only for soul mates. His tongue caressed the seam of her mouth
and was happily granted entrance. Mac’s arms went around his body,
holding him even closer as they kissed, hot and passionately.
The “DING!” of the elevator made them part quickly and they were lucky
to do so, as the General headed back in again. “I think we’d better
take this elsewhere.” Harm whispered huskily.
Cresswell stuck his head into Mac’s office and grinned at his officers.
“Will you two just get together and get it over with? There’s an office
pool going on and, frankly, I wouldn’t mind winning the pot. I mean,
how difficult could it be? It’s obvious you two like each other. .
.Now, get out of here, both of you and that is an order.” With that, he
headed out of JAG ops leaving two very stunned officers in his wake.