Title: Harm and Mac Songbook: Don’t Play Your Rock and Roll

 

Author: Rising Sun

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Rated: PG-13

Classification: JAG Story

Summary: Once again Mac’s alcoholic life has impinged on her new life.

Spoiler: Defenseless, Ambush, JAG TV

Disclaimer: JAG characters portrayed belong to JAG, CBS and Paramount Television. No copyright infringement intended.  All other characters depicted are purely fictional and any similarities to actual people are purely coincidental.

 

Performing in this saga:

“Don’t Play Your Rock and Roll” is sung by ???

 

Feedback: Would be nice.

 

Story Written December 3, 2001

Don’t play your rock and roll to me

That ain’t the way it’s meant to be

I ain’t so blind that I can’t see

Just let it lie and let it be

So

Don’t play your rock and roll 

Well I guess you had me fooled for a while

With you’re come on looks and your Mona Lisa smile.

But your rock and roll is getting out of time for me

Go sing your line to someone else

Cause someone else may be 

The fool you always thought you saw in me. 

1225 LOCAL IN THE YEAR 2002

JAG HQ, FALLS CHURCH, VA

 

It was a beautiful day and most of the JAG staff had decided to have lunch outside.  Harm came out and spotted Mac at a table by herself.

 

“Hey there,” he said, “Mind if I join you?”

 

“Hey yourself.” She replied, “… sure pull up a chair Harriett just left and I thought I’d stay back a couple of minutes more. The day is so gorgeous.”

 

“Isn’t it just.” He said as she shivered and looked around.  “You ok?”

 

She nodded at first then, “I don’t know. I feel as if I’m being watched.”

 

He chuckled “Mac don’t tell me that gizmo you investigated … what’s it called? Is affecting you.”

 

“It’s called Captain FRUTT and you know me better that that. But maybe I am imagining it.” She conceded “Gotta run see ya!”

 

“Sure.” He watched her walk away, and then scanned the area.  He may have teased her but he was concerned.

 

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ONE WEEK LATER

2351 LOCAL

HARM´S APARTMENT

 

Harm was tired he had been in Florida on a case and got back to DC late. He had got home, dumped his case at the door stripped and fallen gratefully into bed. He was asleep before his head hit the pillow.

 

[Sir, when we leave this building tonight we'll do it in very different ways. You'll get in your car and drive off. I'll walk out and pay attention to shadows and dark corners. The keys will be in my hand for quick access to my car and in case I need them as a weapon. I don't give it a second thought because it's standard operating procedure every time I leave every building. Women's intuition isn't a joke; it's a matter of survival.]

 

Harm jumped from his sleep, he’d been dreaming of Mac… nothing new in that.  He glanced at the clock he groaned it was 0716 he’d over slept. There was no way he’d be in office on time.  He scrambled himself anyway.

 

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0822 LOCAL

JAG HQ

 

Tiner had intercepted Harm as soon as he stepped out of the elevator. “Sir, The Admiral would like to see you.

 

Harm handed the Petty Officer his cap, coat and case and headed for the Judge Advocate General’s Office.  What he heard when he got there made him ill.  Mac had been out on assignment too… in Washington State. She had wrapped up the case, called in and that was it.  Lieutenant Roberts had arrived safe and sound but the Colonel was two days over due.  Bud felt even worse than Harm.

 

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TWO DAYS EARLIER

1300 LOCAL – WASHINGTON STATE

 

Mac had wrapped up her investigation of the AWOL PO Larcher, she’d sent Bud ahead on the morning flight and she was about to leave to catch her own flight.  She took a quick look around the room to make sure she forgot nothing.

 

Nope. 

 

She grabbed her case and left.

 

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TWO DAYS EARLIER

2106 LOCAL – WASHINGTON DC

DULLES INTERNATIONAL

 

“Colonel Mackenzie?” A Gunnery Sergeant addressed her.

 

“Yes.” She replied … the man looked familiar “Do I know you Gunnery Sergeant?”

 

“No ma´am I have that kind of face.  I’m the new Gunny at JAG. Gunnery Sergeant Kurt Windsor ma´am the Admiral sent me. Hate to tell you ma´am but your ´vette´s been stolen.”

 

She groaned.

 

“Yes ma´am” he empathized.

“Commander Rab´s corvette was stolen.  Now I know how he felt.”

 

“Haven’t met the Commander yet ma´am he’s on assignment in Florida” The Gunny too her bag. “This way ma´am.”

 

“He’s not back yet?” She marveled. She followed the Gunnery Sergeant to the car park. He placed her bag in the boot then moved to open her door.

 

That’s all she remembered.

 

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SOMEWHERE IN WASHINGTON DC

 

Mac awoke to a thumping in her head. She was not tied and was on a mattress, which in turn was on the floor.  She’d been stripped of her uniform.  No use being tied up when she wasn’t in any condition to run. She sat up too quickly “Oooh” She grabbed her head.

 

“I see you are finally awake.” A voice came through the dark at her.  “First let me apologize for the doping. I may have mis-calculated the dosage. I am no doctor. Hence you’re sleeping for three days.”

 

Mac said nothing; her internal clock told her it had been twelve hours and not three days.

 

The voice continued, “I’ll leave the light off till your back to one hundred percent. May I say SM you have blossomed into some beauty. That is one hell of a body the Marines have given you there.”

 

Mac went cold and not because of the fact that she only wearing her underwear.  The name SM was from the past her past; SM for Sarah Mackenzie and SM for sado/masochistic sex. A light went off in her head. “Your no Gunnery Sergeant.”

 

“Ah you remember? Does it all come back to you SM?”

 

“Yes.” She whispered.

 

“Saw you on Trial TV and I couldn’t believe it. There was SM large as life and twice as natural. Same as I remembered … well maybe a bit improved.” He licked lips as he looked at her. Leaving no doubt as to what he wanted. “With those come on looks and the Mona Lisa smile; I began to get an itch. An itch that only you can scratch, but not now, you’re still reeling from the doping. My apologies again for that.” He said. “Sleep. I’ll be back later and then we can pick up where we left off.  He winked at her and left.

 

Just how many times and in how many ways she was going to curse Trial TV and the Kingsley Case she didn’t know but she dammed them again.

 

She may not know much but she knew this… she was not about to have sex with Kurt Hanson.  She’d kill him first. She lay back to considered her options and how once again her alcoholic life had impinged on her new life.

 

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Mac awoke with a start. What the hell was going on out there! Was that gunshots she heard?  Just as suddenly the ruckus was over and silence descended.

 

“MAC!”

 

It was Harm. She replied “HARM! I¨M HERE!” she began to shout and bang on the door. 

 

Suddenly there he was he turned away quickly.  “Bud, pass me a blanket.” He took the blanket from Bud and instructed, “Hold up don’t come through come through yet.” He passed the item to her, which she accepted with gratitude – she wasn’t exactly in uniform.

 

Harm watched Mac step out of the room… he would NEVER look at Mac the same way again. The Marine Uniform fought nature hard but Mac’s sex appeal always oozed through. Seeing her in bra, panties, garters, stockings and heels was burned into his brain for eternity.

 

“How’d you find me?” she asked as she accepted her uniform from Bud, who had found it in another room.

 

“I had Master Chief Anders put a bug in your watch.  Though why you have one I don’t know.”

 

“I suppose that means I didn’t misplace it and you found it as I thought.” She shouted from the next room as she put her uniform back on.”

 

“Nope.” He called back.

 

She came back out.  “Was that gun shots I heard?”

 

“Yes ma´am.” Bud said, “He gave us some resistance.”

 

“He dead?”

 

“Oh yes ma´am.” Bud assured her.

 

“Let’s get the hell out of here.” Mac said.

 

“Ma´am the police…” Bud started.

 

“… know where to find her. Especially if you stay back and tell them.” Harm finished.

 

“Aye sir.” Bud replied.

 

The dynamic duo walked out. “Wanna talk about it?” he offered.

 

“Not particularly. Suffice it to say that once again my past came back to bite me… and you came and got me. AGAIN.”

 

“My pleasure I assure you.”

 

She got serious “Harm that was close.”

 

“Too close Mac.” He agreed. “Come on I’ll take you home.”

 

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1937 LOCAL IN THE YEAR 2011

RABB RESIDENCE

 

“Harm” the Judge Advocate General again called upon her husband.  “Earth to Rabb.”

 

“Rabb here.” He answered.

 

“Welcome back.” She said.

 

“Sorry you said something?”

 

“No I just like standing here looking like a street walker in my bra, panties, garters, stockings and heels.” She said. “Were you not strategically planted in front of the closet I would have got the dress myself as it were…”

 

“Sorry hon.” Harm apologized. “I drifted out there for a moment.” He passed the dress across.

 

“No!” she faked horror.

 

He gave her a friendly swat on her butt “Get moving General.”

 

“Be nice now or I won’t be nice later.” She threatened.

 

“In that case...” He opened the door and she swept through.

 

THE END