Title: Rabb vs Rabb

 

Author: Rising Sun

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Rated: PG

Summary: Well for one thing it is not a divorce.  Harm’s Freudian slip gets him…

Classification: Romance: Harm/Mac

 

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Story Written January 26, 2002

1423 LOCAL

JAG HQ, MAC’S OFFICE

There was a tap on the door and Harriett Sims-Roberts popped her head through the door. “Ma’am, here’s the file on the MacMillan case you asked for.” 

“Thanks.” Mac said, “Place it …” She searched for a spot on her desk “…there.”

The blonde Lieutenant deposited the file and left.

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1632 LOCAL

JAG HQ, MAC’S OFFICE

Lt. Colonel Sarah MacKenzie finally got round to looking at the MacMillan case. It had been closed for a week now but she needed some information out of the document before it was filed away.  She flipped the file open and commenced reading until she arrived at the legal officers involved.  Mac knew one but not the other. She stood and headed for her partners office.

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1640 LOCAL

JAG HQ, HARM’S OFFICE

“Hey!” Harm welcomed Mac.

“Hey yourself.” She stood a moment and contemplated his shelf. There was his fighter helmet, a picture of him and his mother, him and his brother and one of him with her on the day of AJ’s christening. She’d never given the pictures any weight until now.

“Something wrong?” He asked as she sat.

“You tell me.” She said.  “Who is Lt. Colonel Sarah Rabb?”

“Pardon?”

“You heard me. Lt. Colonel Sarah Rabb who is she?” she rephrased.

“I have no idea what you are babbling about Marine.” He replied.  She passed him the file and watched as he read it and slowly turn a deep shade of red.  “Mac I…” for once he was lost for words.

She didn’t help “A Freudian slip?”

He shut his mouth. His writing skills had already revealed his inner most desire he didn’t trust his voice to bail him out.

Mac shook her head retrieved the file “You’ll have to make the correction before this can be filed.”

“Why?” [Damn it!] He thought [Now I’ve stepped in it.]

She looked at him hard. “You really didn’t mean that.” She offered him the out.

He squirmed, the way he always did when Mac focused on him… really focused on him. “It was a Freudian slip. I have been daydreaming a lot these days and I suppose that it manifested in that file.” He waived his had at it.

She gave him a rueful smile “One day your conscious and subconscious will agree. I just don’t know if I’ll be alive to see it.” She stood to leave. “I’ll return the file once I’m done with it.”

“Mac” he stopped her.

“Yes?”

“The night of your engagement party on the Admiral’s porch. When I said you’d always have someone who loves you.  I meant me.  I hope you know that.” He said.

“I do now.  Words are our tools and yet between us they usually cause more confusion.” She grinned.  In his own way he’d finally come to her!

“Now what?” He asked.

She leaned over his desk and though no one could hear her she still whispered, “Now my love friends become lovers.” One more time she moved to leave. “Play your cards right and one day it may indeed read such. In the mean time edit the file.”

THE END