Fanfic #3 (parts 3 and 4)

One Of His Own

Author: Ren

Rating: PG-13 (for some language)

Type: AJ/Mac/Brumby

Spoilers: Later part of season 6

Summary: AJ and Mac are thrown together by a series of problems, leading to a show down at JAG

Disclaimer: The show JAG and its characters belong to Belisarius Productions, Paramount Network TV, CBS and Viacom INC. They are used for entertainment purposes only. No Infringement of any copyrights was intended.

Parts 3 and 4

PART 3

1845 hours

JAG Headquarters

Falls Church, VA

Lt Singer yelled out orders to Gunny, and he obeyed huffing under his breath. Tiner noticed Gunny dashing around, and offered to help.

“Thanks, Tiner. I think I might kill her,” Gunny said with a laugh.

“Sarge, even I might kill her,” said Tiner, picking up a stack of papers.

“Kill who?” the Admiral growled as he added to Tiner’s pile.

“Get a move on it, Gunny!” Singer yelled from her desk as she hovered over a bag from Burger King. This irritated AJ.

Making everyone stop in their tracks he shouted, “Lieutenant!”

“Yes Sir!” she hissed, holding onto a carton of fries.

The crowd began to whisper. AJ walked over to her, and quietly spoke.

“Lieutenant, I am hungry myself, and we all have duties that need to be done, even if they are a bore,” he started to say.

“Sir,” she interrupted, “I am working hard to finish this report tonight.”

“Lieutenant,” he said angrily, “then work on it. Gunny has his own assignments.”

“Yes, sir!” Singer snapped, letting the fries drop back into the bag.

AJ spun around, and headed off to the kitchen. He heard footsteps behind him, and knew they belonged to Gunny.

“What can I do for you, Gunny?” AJ said.

“Sir, I need to speak to you privately, regarding operation R&R,” he whispered.

“What about it?” AJ questioned quietly while stooping in front of the refrigerator.

“Sir, I was asked to give you the exact location of the exercise. Along with ways to reach the, um, command post. You know, sir, in case you have any questions, or a problem arises.”

“I see. Are we expecting any problems?” he asked, looking at a container of fettuccine.

“Well, Admiral, to be honest with you, the Colonel didn’t disclose her intentions to all of us, sir,” Gunny said.

AJ stood upright abruptly, and looked carefully at Gunny, “You mean she didn’t tell Brumby?” he asked bewildered.

“It would appear, sir, that the Colonel needs some space. Admiral, I can’t say for sure, but my gut tells me that things are getting a little hairy.”

“Well, hell. I knew something was bothering her. Didn’t they just set a date?” AJ asked.

“Yes, sir. You know, Admiral, they say getting married can be one of the most stressful times of your life.”

AJ let out a laugh. “Try getting divorced,” he said.

2100 hours

Mac’s Apartment

Georgetown

Mic scanned the quiet apartment. He looked down at Jingo and asked, “You miss her too?” Jingo gave Brumby his “sad puppy” eyes. “I know Jingo. It’s not the same without her,” he said to the dog.

Mic stood still for a moment, not sure what to do, then decided to stay there anyway. He took his shower, readied the bed, and went to scan the kitchen for food.

“Ahh, Sarah,” he thought out loud, “I wanted you here tonight.” His so-called career was on the fast track to nowhere, and today had been particularly trying. He was not getting the calls he hoped for. Times were tough, but one look around, and he knew he was doing the right thing. The trouble was he definitely did not want to be alone tonight. Shoving a plate of leftover pot roast into the microwave, he pushed the start button, and then picked up his briefcase to keep himself occupied and his planner fell out. When he looked down, he realized that it was open to Renee’s number. “I know Rabb is out of town, too,” he thought, “Maybe I’ll give her a call.”

PART 4

0830 hours

Charleston Bed and Breakfast

Hampton, VA

Mac stood on her patio in the cool, spring air. The bright sun hung above the bay, and it glistened on the water. She watched the ships make their way out to sea as the hot coffee cup warmed her hands. “Peaceful,” she said to herself. “I did need this time alone.”

This was a quaint, New England style resort. Not one of the romantic vacation spots she and Mic picked up brochures on, and one with less Southern charm. Nevertheless, it caught her eye. It was a million miles from her troubles.

Mac sat in the oversized wicker chair. She snuggled in to the thick cushions, and closed her eyes. As she let out a sigh, she could hear the seagulls circling around. Mac sipped her coffee, and thought about calling Mic. Last night she bought a phone card to use. She did not want to tell him where she was. Reluctantly she grabbed the phone; after all, Mic would wonder why she did not call.

0900 hours

JAG Headquarters

Falls Church, VA

At his desk, AJ poured over his files making a list of things to do. The Secnav “suggested” he spend the weekend in Norfolk inspecting the JAG offices. This scratched his plans of attending the Oriole’s home opener, but the inspection was due.

“Enter!” he snarled at the knock to his door

“You wanted to see me, Admiral?” Rabb asked.

“Yes, Commander, I need to go out of town this weekend, and am putting you in charge. Here is a list of things that need done, along with a list of available personnel. Any questions?”

“Sir, Mac isn’t on this list. I didn’t know she was out,” he replied confused.

“Are you keeping a record of her whereabouts?” AJ asked with a hint of sarcasm.

“No, sir, she usually tells me her plans, ahh, we tell each other,” Rabb answered feeling embarrassed.

“Don’t worry about it!” he exclaimed, “She’s a big girl. She can take care of herself.”

“Yes, Admiral!”

“Hope this won’t ruin your weekend, Commander,” AJ said.

“Well, Admiral, I hope this doesn’t ruin your weekend, sir.”

“It all ready has!” groaned AJ as he left his office.

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