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Date Posted: 16:48:06 01/29/14 Wed
Author: usmgrad
Subject: Repost - Tropical Heat Wave

Title – Repost 2011 - Tropical Heat Wave

Author - usmgrad

Disclaimer: JAG and its characters are the property of CBS Television, Paramount Studios and Bellisarius Productions. All rights reserved. No monetary gain will be realized from this story and no copyright infringement is intended.

A/N - Inspiration for this came from Irving Berlin’s Heat Wave. For those not familiar with the song the lyrics are at the end.




Harm exited his car, it was snowing, again. It was a ‘perfect’ end to a ‘perfect’ week (not!). His bride of eight months left on Monday for North Carolina to be the judge in a high profile murder trial. Tuesday he was assigned as defense counsel to a client that was not only guilty, but refused to even consider a plea bargain. Wednesday he had dinner with Bud and Harriett and not only brought home leftovers to sustain him the rest of the week but also AJ’s cold. It was finally Friday and it appeared he was about to spend the weekend home alone. He hadn’t heard from his wife since their rather ‘intimate’ good night phone call the previous evening; he had no idea if she was on her way home or spending the weekend working in North Carolina. Harm walked the path to their town home passing Mac's car, as he had for the last four evenings. It remained untouched and was now covered with snow. If he didn't hear from her soon, Marine or no Marine he was going to be making some phone calls.

Opening the front door, Harm was hit with a blast of hot air. His wife was home. He quickly entered the house and started removing his winter outerwear before he melted right there in the entry hall. His gloves and cover were tossed on the front table; his heavy outer coat managed to make it to the banister. He hurried down the hall, stopping at the thermostat and adjusting the temperature from the balmy 80 degrees he found it set on the more reasonable 70 degrees. He wasn't sure what his wife was up to but with the activity he now had planned for the evening he could set the thermostat on 55 and they would never know the difference.

Harm continued down the hall removing his uniform jacket and loosening his tie. He stopped suddenly at the entrance to the kitchen surprised at the scene before him. The kitchen table had been pushed out of the way and in its place was what appeared to be a picnic blanket, surrounded by the potted plants brought in weeks again to protect them from the freezing weather. The ceiling fan was on, circulating the warm air, thanks to the heater. Their kitchen looked and felt like a warm, summer day. He turned his head to find his wife, dancing to the tunes of Irving Berlin. Her outfit explained the thermostat setting. Harm did a quick double take, it was still snowing outside but here in their kitchen was a lush tropical setting that included his wife, wear shorts and a tank top, barefoot.

“having a heat wave, a tropical heat wave. . .” His wife was dancing and singing with the music as she prepared what Harm could only guess was a picnic for two.

“Is there a special occasion I'm not aware?” Harm’s voice was filled with delight, at not only having his wife finally home but to find her in such spirits.

Mac turned at the sound of his voice, “Harm, your home!”

“And so are . . .” was all he got out before his wife was in his arms.

Moments later, “I missed you.”

Not about to turn her loose quite yet, Harm tightened his hold, “I missed you too Mac. How about you stay home a little more?” Then he had a terrible thought. “This isn't your way of telling me your leaving again is it?”

“Now what makes you think that?”

Disengaging himself from his wife, Harm explained. “Well let's see, three months ago I came home to Japanese food and you in a kimono and the next day you were on your way to Japan. Then two weeks ago you visited my office where if the door hadn't been closed we both could have been brought up on charges. The next day you are on your way to Texas for a conduct unbecoming case. So where to now, let me guess, Hawaii, Guam, the Philippines?”

Mac couldn’t blame her husband for his reaction. In the past three months it seemed either she or he had been gone. But she was home now and discussing their travels was not what was on her agenda for the evening. So she ignored his question and proceeded with her plans.

“You know Harm you are overdressed for our picnic.” Mac started to unbutton his shirt.

“While I agree it is a little warm in here are you sure you want me to strip it down while Mrs. Green is watching?”

Mac turned to look out the window into the backyard. “She is not.”

“Well the blinds are open so anyone could look in.” Harm pointed out. While Mac was looking outside Harm managed to slip off his shirt and shoes.

Mac turned back to her husband and smiled, he was finally getting into the act. “I'll close the blinds if it makes you happy.”

“What would make me happy is to know the reason for the picnic.”

“I missed my husband and on the flight home someone mentioned being stationed in Hawaii which got me to thinking about beaches, which lead me to a certain private beach where we had a very private picnic on our honeymoon. But if my prude of a husband doesn't want to join the picnic that's fine, I'll just wander over here” she moved away, swaying her hips to the music. “and eat by myself.”

Harm looked about the room and realized his wife had done a good job of recreating that picnic, right down to the cut fruit. Just on thing was missing. “You forgot Fred.”

Mac turned around, “What?”

Harm joined her, “Fred the fly, he was at that picnic also and I don’t see him here.” Harm waved his arms around the room.

Mac sat down, pulling her husband with her. “Well we have Mrs. Green, this time.”

Harm relaxed, “I never said I didn't want to join you, I'd just like our private time to be just that, private.” Pointing to the window, “you know without an audience.”

Mac reminded him, “It didn’t seem to bother you on our honeymoon.”

“Ah, but then we were on a very private island, no one for Fred to blab to.

Mac leaned in toward her husband and whispered, “Well, we could go upstairs, it’s very private there.”

Harm kissed his wife as he helped her up from the floor. “I do like the way you think Marine.”

Mac grabbed Harm’s shirt as she pulled him down the hall toward the stairs. “You know Harm you’re still overdressed.”

But before he could do anything about it, she had it pulled over his head and off completely.

Mac smiled, pleased with herself, “That's better.”

Climbing the stairs, Harm asked, “Hey Mac, what was that little dance you were doing earlier?”

“You mean this one?” She began to hum Tropical Heat wave and swinging her hips. By the time she got to the ‘can can’ all that could be heard was a gasp, a laugh and the closing of a door.



We're having a heat wave,
A tropical heat wave,
The temperature's rising,
It isn't surprising,
She certainly can can-can.

She started a heat wave
By letting her seat wave
In such a way that
The customers say that
She certainly can can-can.

Gee, her anatomy
Makes the mercury
Jump to ninety-three.

We're having a heat wave,
A tropical heat wave,
The way that she moves
That thermometer proves
That she certainly can can-can.

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[> LUV both of these. So easy to picture the scenes you created, and the Mac and Harm were just as we remember! -- Nelle, 05:20:49 01/30/14 Thu [1]


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[> I remember this one. Great to read again -- Shazam, 23:53:55 01/30/14 Thu [1]


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[> We're having a real heatwave an Harm is nowhere to be seen...guess he's having fun with his marine. -- Nettie, 07:15:06 02/02/14 Sun [1]


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[> Perfect for this weather we're having snow coming again. -- Beth, 08:35:47 03/23/14 Sun [1]


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