Author: AD <adage37@m...>
Rating: G
Category: Missing Scene
Pairing: Webb/Mac
Spoilers: What could (at the very least) have been in "People v. SECNAV"
Archived: http://www.geocities.com/eggy_weg/ADFics.html & http://groups.yahoo.com/group/webbmacfic2 &
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Disclaimer: JAG characters belong to Viacom, Paramount & Belisarius Productions.
Author's Note: One of my wonderful sibs typed this for me as I dictated. (Having problems seeing the PC screen and other things lately, but it'll clear up.) I blame all errors on her. Ha, ha! Anyway, I listened to JAG last night and was irked that the phone conversation between Webb and Mac was reduced to one line said to Harm. This, then, is what was said on the phone.
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FEBRUARY 6, 2004
HOTEL DES INDES
LANGE VOORHOUT 54~56
DEN HAGUE, NETHERLANDS
The luxuriously appointed hotel room was a welcome haven after the tense atmosphere of the courtroom. Dropping her briefcase to a low coffee table, Mac stepped out of the black uniform pumps she'd been wearing all day and unbuttoned her jacket. She'd barely taken a relieved breath when she heard the tap on her door. Padding across the room, she couldn't help but think how wonderful the thick carpeting felt as she opened the door.
As a result, she was smiling when she saw her partner on the other side of the door. "Come on in Harm. Did you remember to order some food?"
"Yeah, it'll be here in a few." Harm looked around and whistled, "Yours is bigger than the one Bud and I are sharing. How'd you manage it?"
Mac shrugged and removed her uniform jacket. "I had nothing to do with it---luck of the draw, I guess."
"So it seems," Harm murmured. Mac gave him a sharp look, but before she could say anything, the door vibrated with a muted knock.
Mac hung her jacket up in the closet while Harm answered the door, allowing the waiter to set up their meal on the round table. Pulling a tip out of his pocket, Harm handed the man a gray Euro banknote and absently waved him out the door.
Retrieving her briefcase from the other side of the room, Mac sat down at the table and sniffed appreciatively. Not realizing how hungry she was, she nearly wolfed down her meal while Harm spread
his files out on the table. Just as they were re-hashing the testimony of the prosecution's witnesses, the telephone rang.
Tossing her napkin on the table, Mac padded across the room and picked up after the fifth ring, "MacKenzie."
CLAY: Just the name I wanted to hear.
SARAH: Clay! I thought you were going to call last night.
CLAY: Meeting went late and I didn't want to wake you. Any other time and I probably would have, but I know how important your current project is.
SARAH: <<sighing>> Yes�.you're right. Thanks for the consideration. Now, what about you? Anything you can tell me?
CLAY: Lots. You're smart. You're beautiful. You've got a great sense of humor. I think about you every day. You---
SARAH: Stop! <<giggles>>
CLAY: <<brief answering laugh>> But it's so true!
SARAH: Now's not the time---but, uh, thanks, Clay.
CLAY: Oh, someone's there with you
SARAH: Yes.
CLAY: Got it. Well, tell Harm I wish him luck.
SARAH: Just luck?
CLAY: What? I should send my love as well?
SARAH: <<chuckles loudly>> It's for a good cause.
CLAY: Hell, why not? Anything to help the cause.
SARAH: That's so sweet.
CLAY: Sweet is what I'm trying to be---can't you tell?
SARAH: Actually, I can. Have I told you how much I appreciate it?
CLAY: Yes, but I keep telling you---showing me is better!
SARAH: <<more giggling>> You're incorrigible.
CLAY: Probably. <<lowers his voice>> Patient, too.
SARAH: Yeah, I know. Talk to you tomorrow?
CLAY: I'll check in if I can.
SARAH: I know that, too.
CLAY: You'd better.
SARAH: <<soft laugh>> `Bye.
Grinning, Sarah hung up the phone and padded over to where Harm was sitting at the table. "Clayton sends his love."
Harm raised his eyes from the untouched food on his plate, "Now there's a scary thought."
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