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Date Posted: 22:59:16 03/29/05 Tue
Author: Lexx
Subject: Refill **JAG**

Disclaimer: The usual. Don't own...never will.

Mac fiddled idly with her empty glass, her eyes following the beads of condensation following gravity's pull. Harm walked over and took the glass from her hands.

"Refill?" he asked.

"Yes, please," she responded, adding a "Thank you" as an afterthought.

When he had disappeared through the doorway of Bud and Harriet's house, Harriet pulled her chair over to face Mac's.

"Okay, what gives?" she asked her friend.

"What?" Mac asked.

"Something's up," Harriet stated impatiently.

Mac looked at Harriet for a moment, then tilted her head up towards the clouds before finally finding intense interest in her fingernails. She opened her mouth, but couldn't find the right thing to say, so she just settled for shrugging her shoulders.

Harriet rolled her eyes. "I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess that it's got something to do with Commander Rabb."

Mac made a noncommittal noise, and continued to inspect her cuticles in search of an escape from this conversation.

"It's okay, you don't have to say anything. I think I've got it. You're upset because you're being transferred to California, and you won't be working with Harm anymore."

"What's wrong about that? We've worked together for nine years," Mac answered.

"And you've grown very close," Harriet pointed out with a little emphasis that Mac, in all her observational prowess, missed entirely.

"Which can't be replaced," Mac added.

"Not that you'd want to replace him."

"God, no! I mean the way we work together will never be topped."

"I'm not talking about work," Harriet said coyly.

"Well, we're good friends, too," Mac defended.

"Yes...very good friends."

For the first time in this conversation, Mac took note of Harriet's tone. She narrowed her eyes and said suspiciously, "Are we talking about the same thing here?"

"Well I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm talking about your unwillingness to accept the fact that you two have been split up at work, leaving you free to pursue other avenues of...friendship...with each other."

Mac blinked and stared thoughtfully at her friend. Then she got up, leaned over and hugged Harriet, then made her way to the kitchen where she knew Harm was getting the drinks.

Harm turned around at the sound of footsteps, and seeing who it was, he said, "Hey Mac. I'm just about done with the drinks. You wanna give me a hand bringing them out, please?"

She walked towards him and took the proffered drinks from his hands, then set them down on the counter behind him. His eyes followed her hands and he furrowed his brow in confusion. The confusion quickly turned to surprise as her body pressed against his, her free hands now moving up to grasp his face. Then she proceeded to kiss the living daylights out of him.

He responded almost immediately, with his hands finding their way to her waist. As he was just attempting to deepen the kiss, she pulled back, reached around him, and picked up the glasses he had filled.

He looked on in mild shock as she walked out of the kitchen, hips swaying slightly. He recovered himself, picked up the remaining glasses, and followed her out.

**End**

Pleeeeease review, I beg of you!

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