::  You didn’t! ::

Summary: In answer to Linda’s Stuck challenge

Oh and just to up the ante, I think the story ends just fine. In fact I ended it where I did on purpose. However, as a challenge I invite anyone who would like to continue with it to knock your socks off. Anyone?

Thunder crashed and lightening seemed to fracture the sky. She stood at the window of her office, forcing herself to watch it. She hated storms. She couldn’t remember a time when storms hadn’t heralded bad news. Chloe’s disappearance, Rabb’s loss at sea and her subsequent broken engagement, all came to mind but she pushed them away.

"Hey, Jarhead. You heading out?"

"In this?" She didn’t even bother to turn around. "No. I’m fine. I’ve got to get the Crenshaw case ready for tomorrow."

"Why? I’m gonna kick your butt."

"Yeah, Flyboy, but I don’t want to embarrass myself." She turned and spared him an amused grin. Their competition had finally leveled off to where she could take his teasing without feeling tense about it. Of course, the fact that she had finally given up on anything more than friendship with him had helped tremendously. He hadn’t liked it at first, hadn’t even realized it had happened until one day she fixed him up with a friend of hers. It hadn’t worked out, but The Clueless One finally figured out that she had stopped waiting for him. He had made a half-hearted pass at her then they settled down and began to enjoy their friendship again.

"Well, don’t get stuck here."

"Why not? They fixed the roof where you shot it up all those years ago and it hasn’t leaked since. We’re on the third floor and, push comes to shove, I can sleep on the couch in the ladies’ room. Go on, now."

"Well. If you’re sure."

"I’m a big girl, Harm."

"Well. Night then."

Several other people stopped in to make sure she didn’t want a ride or was she sure that she wanted to wait out the storm. She nodded to each one and shooed them away. «Thank God the Admiral isn’t here. He would be after me for sure, even insisting upon driving me home like I can’t take care of myself. Men!» She sat back down and began to work on the case. Actually, Rabb was probably right. He was going to kick her butt, and her sleaze ball of a client deserved it. But she would give it her best shot.

One hour, forty-nine minutes and twenty seven seconds later, the storm still raged and another crack of thunder had her jumping up from her chair. "Oh man that was close. Please don’t let the power go off. I didn’t even think about the…shit!" She should have known better. She stared at the dead LCD panel on her phone. Picking up the receiver she was relieved to hear the dial tone. She and Harriet both had dedicated outside lines in case of just such an emergency. But she would have to dial the full number of the guard shack; the interoffice extensions, voicemail and the other modern bells and whistles were all tied to the computer, which was, of course, electrical. The emergency lights flickered on and she breathed a sigh of relief. Quickly she dialed the guard shack but got no answer. Well maybe the phone there was dead. Would it ring if it were dead? Stop it. He’s probably checking something.

Even now, she wasn’t sorry she had stayed. Driving in a torrential downpour in a ‘Vette was almost as stupid as flying with Rabb in an F-14. Not something she wanted to experience more than once, thank you very much. Well, it was too dark to work. She walked into the break room. She had made a fresh pot of coffee an hour ago. Now, by the dim light from the bullpen emergency lights, she carefully transferred the full pot to one of the thermal carafes they used during long meetings. Reaching up into the cabinet she felt around until she found the box of Ho-Ho’s that Harriet had brought. Two left. Well, she would buy more. The vending machines on the second floor would be useless and if she remembered correctly, the only thing left in the refrigerator was a bottle of catsup and a container of some special Rabb vegetarian delight. Ho-Hos were a good thing.

Stepping back out into the bullpen she was suddenly struck by how vulnerable she was here. She was almost glad the storm was raging overhead. That way she couldn’t hear the creaks and moans this old building was haunted by.

"Stop it MacKenzie," she sternly told herself. «What was that? Was that a thud? Stop it!» It sounded like a door slamming shut downstairs. It’s probably just one of the guards coming upstairs to check on her. "Yeah. That’s it." «Those aren’t footsteps on the metal stairs. Of course it is. Remember! It’s one of the guards. Well go check. No way! Go on. Go to the stairway and open the door and…I’ve seen that fucking movie! Too many times. I sit there and scream at the TV…»

"Mac! Are you insane! Why didn’t you go home!"

"Jesus H. Christ, Clayton!" She collapsed against the copier, finally aware that she had grabbed up a pair of scissors and was crouching in an attack posture. By the time he came down the corridor from the back of the building where the fire exit was she had placed the scissors back on the work table and stood there, arms crossed under her breasts, tapping her foot. "For God sake! You’re soaked."

He laughed sourly. "Well, that’s what happens when you get out of a nice warm – DRY - car to figure out why the hell a certain Marine Colonel’s Corvette is the only car still parked in the JAG parking lot. By the way the water is up to the door."

"Ha-ha."

He cocked his head at her and she grew a little nervous. "Well, nothing you can do about it now. Kelly closed the gate after I came into the lot and I drove him to the building. Thank God I was driving the four door Mercedes. He and Alvarez are standing guard from the back door. They’ve called it into Quantico but it looks like we’re stuck here."

He started to say something else but she demanded, "What are you doing here? You weren’t due back until Sunday."

"That bothers you that I came home early?" He finally pulled the trench coat off. It hadn’t helped much, his three-piece suit was wet, especially the pant legs.

"No, of course not. I. Oh hell. She walked up to him and started to hug him, but he firmly held her off.

"Sweetheart. There is nothing more I want right this minute than a welcome home kiss, but there’s no reason for both of us to get soaked." He stepped back and she finally realized what the strange sound she had heard as he walked toward her. His shoes were ruined.

"Holy Cow. Where did you park?"

"Right by the back door. But I let Kelly have the curb side, which meant I was standing in water up past my ankles."

She looked down at his shoes again. Shoes, which probably cost him as much as any two pairs she owned and shoes were a passion of hers. She couldn’t help but giggle.

"Cute, MacKenzie. Tell me again why I started dating you?"

She pursed her lips together to try and get her laughter under control. Leaning forward, she brushed her lips across his. "Because I treat you so good."

He sighed and nodded. "Yeah you do. Why are you here though, Sarah? I called your house and I called your cell. Finally, I thought you might be dining with Rabb and I even called him."

"No!" She gasped in mock horror.

"Yes. And you know what that entailed! I finally had to pretend I lost the signal."

"He’ll never believe that. He knows you never loose the signal."

"Oh well. It will give him an excuse to bust my chops the next time he sees me. But I can guarantee you that he won’t be coming here tonight. Hurricane Fred is moving up the coast and I hear that the rain will only get worse. We’re stuck here, babe." Suddenly his face scrunched up and the sneeze echoed throughout the bullpen.

"Damn. That was impressive. You ever do that while you were trying to hide from some one?"

"That’s not funny…ah.ah.ah.choooooo!"

"Come on. Take off those clothes."

"Well now, you know, I usually love to hear those words coming out of your mouth. In fact, I have to admit, all the way back on the plane I thought of all the ways you have said that to me and all the wonderful results that started from those words. However, no way am I walking around naked in the JAG ops. Particularly with the security cameras on and the emergency power does work the security cameras."

"Are you done?"

He just sighed. He started to cross his arms but the look of distaste on his face let her know just how soaked he was.

"Big baby. It’s a good thing we are so close in height. I’ll go find a pair of dry sweats. Good thing I like them baggy. I think I have an extra pair in my locker."

"Fine. Hey, what about that sweatshirt I brought you, I’m really cold now."

"Yeah. I think that’s still in my office."

"You mean you haven’t worn it?"

"Clay. It’s August. I haven’t worn a sweatshirt in six months."

"Oh yeah. But you will wear it?"

She snorted and walked into the ladies room where there was a bank of lockers. She propped open the door so some of the light would shine in. She and the other women kept extra panty hose, a change of uniform and other sundries in them. There was an ancient couch, and it wasn’t the most romantic of places, but they could sit and cuddle and warm each other up.

Walking back out into the bullpen she looked around. "Clay?" She walked down to the men’s room and pushed open the door. "Clay?"

She called louder, "Clayton!"

"In here."

"Oh No! No! No! No!" She hurried passed Tiner’s desk and stood in the doorway of the Admiral’s office. "What are you doing?" She squeaked. She never squeaked.

"Building a fire. He’s got a perfectly good fireplace in here. I’m freezing my ass off."

"But…but…we can’t."

"Why not?" You want me to call him and get permission?" He pulled out his cell phone.

"Clay. No. It’s okay. You’re right. It’s just…"

"It’s just what? The inner sanctum? The basilica at St. Peters? The nave at the Mosque of Hassan?"

She glared and tossed the sweatpants at him. "You know, you are in rare form tonight, mister."

"I’ve been up for fifteen hours, the flight over was worse than flying with Harm - at least I wasn’t ejected from the plane, though. My luggage was lost for an hour and when I track you down, you are not at home in a nice warm bubble bath or snuggled up in bed, you are at work. I’m freezing cold and all I want to do is hold you and have a cup of hot cocoa."

"Will coffee do?"

"Hot?"

"Yep."

"Yes."

She left him and went for the carafe and cups. She detoured into her office to grab the sweatshirt he had brought her as a gag gift. "Like I’m going to wear it." She snorted and reentered the Admiral’s office. She stood at the door and gave him a wolf whistle. "Hubba-bubba."

He stood there, naked, warming and drying himself in front of the fire. She was thankful there was no security camera in here. "Like what you see, MacKenzie?"

"Always have, Webb. Though no one was more surprised than I the first time we got naked."

"Why? Did you think I had a concave chest and pimply butt?" His sigh turned petulant, but he made no effort to cover his body. He had no false modesty around her. She set the coffee carafe and mugs down.

Coming to stand before him she waited. He took her into his arms and finally kissed her. Their tongues twined and caressed for a while but he broke the kiss to hug her tight. "Damn, I missed you."

The heat from the fireplace warmed his back but still she knew he was cold. Pulling away from him, she whispered. "Get dressed."

"Now, that I don’t like hearing from your lips. Particularly after I’ve been gone for two weeks."

"Idiot." She slapped at his chest but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her against him again. This time the kiss was more intense, his hands began to roam and his tongue delved deep within her mouth. "Clay?" She groaned as she felt his erection surge between them. "Clay. We can’t," she gasped, panting from her own desire and frustration.

"Why not. Surely the great man has a blanket somewhere?"

"Well there’s a scratchy one in the women’s lounge. You want to go down there? You can take me over the sink, watch in the mirror? You’ll like that." She wiggled her eyebrows at him suggestively.

"Too cold, tile floor. Fire’s nice." He interspersed each point by lightly kissing her. "I’d rather take you over AJ’s desk. You know it’s one of my fantasies."

Her eyes grew wide and she couldn’t help but look over at the desk and at the chair where her CO sat. It had been years since she had dreams about having sex with the Admiral. Well, certainly not since she had started dating Webb who had opened for her such a wonderfully varied, slightly kinky sex life. "You can’t be serious."

His kiss was longer and more demanding this time. "Oh, but I am. Do you know how often I have leaned against that windowsill behind his desk, listening to him tell you and Rabb that your assistance was needed and all I could think about was how that sweet ass of yours would look, bent over his desk. Me naked behind you, pounding into you until you screamed." Smirking, he held out his hands and looked down at his bobbing cock. "I’m ready."

"Just like that?" she laughed. A year ago, if anyone had told her that Clayton Webb had just a playful side she would have laughed even harder. "What did you do at Harvard? Stand on the corner and ask strange women if they wanted to fuck?"

The firelight danced mischievously in his eyes. "Hey don’t laugh, I had a frat brother that got good results with that line. He’s one of the top grossing insurance salesmen in the country now." He took in her determined look. "No, huh?"

"Clay, I wouldn’t feel right."

"Oh fine." He turned away from her and picked up the sweatpants and stepped into them. "Where’s the sweatshirt?"

She held it out and he pulled over his head. Smoothing out the logo and the words, "Property of the CIA" he wiggled his toes. "Socks?"

"Shoot. Be right back. Pour some coffee." She hurried back to her locker but found none. Rummaging around, she grabbed a pair from Harriet’s. She knew her friend wouldn’t mind. The blanket was on top of the lockers and she pulled that down too. Detouring to the copier where she had left the box of Ho-Hos she reentered the office to find him standing by the window watching the storm. She was so glad he was home, safe and sound and again she looked at the Admiral’s desk. «No! But you want him! Well, duh! What if he has to leave tomorrow! Stop it! Not there.» The office was toasty warm and she was glad that the Admiral indulged in using his fireplace and kept a box of the fake logs in the corner. It really was very nice. She cleared her throat. "Socks. Oh and something to keep the hunger at bay."

"Beef Wellington? Lobster Tail? Beltway Burgers?" he said not looking back at her yet.

"Ho-Hos."

He turned and cocked an eyebrow, his lip curling up. But he walked over and took the box from her. "As long as you’re here eating them with me, Ho-Hos are just fine," he whispered seductively.

Her throat tightened. «NO!» "Come and sit down on the couch." She nudged him to the huge leather sofa that was close enough to the fire to catch the heat but not so close that it was uncomfortable. "Are you sure you should have used two logs?"

"No. But I don’t care. I checked the flue and there’s nothing flammable nearby. I just want to get warm."

"Sit down." She knelt before him and took his feet in her hands. "You’re freezing. It’s not that cold out is it?"

"Pretty chilly standing ankle deep in that water. Besides, the temperature dropped into the sixties though it won’t stay there. Its been raining for days I hear."

"Just two really. Though we had hail three days ago." She rubbed his feet trying to warm them up. Finally she pulled the sweat socks over his feet. "Comfy?"

"Heavenly. Hand me my coffee cup and sit down next to me."

They sat and nibbled on the chocolate cakes and drank the still hot coffee. They cuddled and whispered and shared brief kisses but Webb didn’t try to escalate it into anything more and Mac was beginning to chide herself for denying him his little fantasy. Finally he yawned and stretched. "Well at least the couch is big enough. You will sleep here with me tonight." It wasn’t a question.

"Sure. I can do that. I uhm…well…" She was suddenly shy, like she had never undressed before him. She pulled off her skirt and blouse, shaking them out before laying them over a chair. She finally noticed that he had pulled the chairs from in front of the Admiral’s desk closer to the fire and spread out his own clothes to dry. "They will be dry by morning."

"Hmmm good. Now come and lie down next to me." She walked over to him, but before she could sit down he sat up and glared at her. "Would you take those damn things off?"

"What? Oh. The panty hose? It’s kind of cold Clay."

"Off. There’s a blanket and if I can’t make love to you, I at least want to be able to touch your skin."

Clad only in her bra and panties, she sat with her hips against his groin then allowed him to lower her into his arms, her back tight against his chest. He nuzzled her neck with his nose and sighed contentedly. "Who would have thought that this would be enough? Just holding you, knowing you will be here in the morning. I love you, Sarah MacKenzie."

Tears welled in her eyes. Six months ago, when they met by accident in a small Chinese restaurant not far from here, they decided it was silly to sit at separate tables. Five hours later the owner, not very nicely, asked if they were going to ever leave. They walked and talked until dawn when he walked her to her door and chastely kissed her cheek. The next evening she had tracked him down and offered him dinner. He had spent the night and the sex had been mind-boggling. That Monday when she returned to work she could barely walk, she was so deliciously sore and exhausted. Rabb teased her for a week trying to find out who the new man in her life was. But she had held on to their secret, relishing the newness of it all.

They had three uninterrupted weeks where both of them were town. Three weeks of getting to know each other’s likes, dislikes and just how much they really had in common. When they had to part it was because of her job not his. But, when she returned he was gone, only a mysterious message on her machine telling her he would call when he could. They traded voice mails three times before he finally talked to her, told her all the things he would be doing to her if he was with her. He had been the one to initiate the phone sex. He had been the one to tell her just where to touch herself and his whispered, "Come for me now, Sarah," had been the catalyst to her climax as she clutched the phone to her ear.

That first homecoming, you would have thought they had been apart for months rather than weeks. At least everyone at JAG must have thought so. She snuggled closer to him, letting the memory overtake her.

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In fact now that she was thinking about it, she realized that Clayton Webb was the only man she had ever wholeheartedly shown any public display of affection. She certainly had never done it with Mic Brumby. But, Clay hadn’t made a habit of it.

Harm had finally come around. She wasn’t really sure if Chegwidden was completely happy, but he had danced with her at their engagement party. She fingered the simple diamond they had picked out together. The wedding was in three weeks. She still wasn’t sure how she felt about marrying him in front of half of Washington’s movers and shakers – at the National Cathedral of all places. Porter had helped her and arranged for the Rotunda of the Capital. ‘Really, Sarah, it’s quite nice.’ Their honeymoon, if it weren’t interrupted by some national emergency, would be two weeks on a private island in the South Pacific. There were definite perks and problems to the entire situation. However, she knew he loved her unconditionally and he always acquiesced to her wants and desires.

Just like now. She had told him she was uncomfortable with making love in the Admiral’s office and he had been content with that. Even though he had been gone for so long this time. Even though there had been no phone sex to relieve the tension this time. «Even though, I said he couldn’t take me over the top of the Admiral’s desk. I didn’t say he couldn’t have me.» She really would have to talk to him about his listening skills.

His fingers were lightly stroking her stomach. One arm was pillowing her head. She could feel the heat of his body through the heavy sweat suit. The blanket he had covered them with was holding in all his heat. «He must be burning up. That’s not good.» She knew he was pressed into the back of the sofa, but there was enough room for her to turn around. His face was golden in the firelight. His eyes were ablaze with passion and she knew that he had just been waiting for her to come to the decision on her own. He could be a patient man.

"Aren’t you hot?" she whispered.

"Burning up."

"The fire is very bright. I think that’s why they say you should only use one log."

"Oh? I don’t know if I can even feel the fire from here."

"Oh." She gulped and brought her hand to cup his face. "You shaved before coming over here?"

"No. On the plane. I didn’t think you would like my ‘Arab’ look."

"Oh." She found herself drowning under his intense gaze. "Uhm…really…I’m quite concerned about you. I really think you might get heat stroke or something. You look very overheated."

"I do huh. Well we can’t have that. What do you suggest?"

"Well…" Her hands caressed down his chest and then roughly back up, bringing the sweatshirt with them. She was pleased that he groaned at her touch, happy that he finally took control and stripped the shirt over his head. He pushed her back and covered her upper body with his, one leg capturing both of hers. He held himself off her for just a moment, the shy little boy smile that he never showed to anyone but her captured her heart all over again. His lips seemed to have soaked up all the heat in the room and he transferred that heat to her. Biting her lower lip, pulling on it, then descending for another long kiss. His tongue seemed to brand her as he moved off her lips and began to trace a path along her chin, her neck, finally to the tops of her breasts. It was a path he had taken many times, but she never tired of it. "Clay?" she whimpered.

"Yeah, baby? Tell me what you want."

"Anything, Clay. Please just touch me." With him she could give up the control that she so cherished. With her he found the peace he never knew he had missed until the first morning he had woke in her arms and confessed how wonderful it felt to be held by her.

He lowered his lips to the valley between her breasts. He paused for just a moment looking into her eyes. "Have I ever told you just how much I like the bras you wear?" He didn’t wait for her to answer before tugging at the front closure freeing her breasts. "Damn." He sighed before he placed a chaste kiss on each crown. Gentleness was tossed aside when she took his head in her hands and held his mouth against one of her nipples. His tongue lashed across it before sucking it deep within his mouth. By the time he bit down on the harden peak she was already grinding against his erection.

"Please Clay. More. Harder. She tried to arch into him, but now he was straddling her, his hands tormenting her flesh. He ground his still-clad cock against her, unerringly hitting that spot that sent shockwaves directly to her clit. Her hands moved down to tug at the waistband of the sweatpants. "OFF! Now!" She tugged hard until his cock was free but they were still bound by too many clothes. He stumbled from the couch, tangled in the blanket. Tossing it away, he pulled off the sweat pants and socks even as she was shimming out of her soaking panties and flinging away the bra. "Clay?" She panted. "Do you still…. I mean if you want?"

"No. This is better. I like to see your face when you cum, Sarah." He reached out for her hand and pulled her until she was sitting, sprawling against the back of the couch. He tugged at her hips until she was almost reclined again. Sinking to his knees, spreading her legs, he descended to trace another well-traveled path for him. Parting her outer lips with his tongue he tasted her, explored her depths. Coming up for air, he sighed. "Much better than Ho-Hos babe."

"Clay!" She arched up, demanding more. Her hands tried to fist the soft leather under her. Her eyes wildly tracked across the room but she was drawn back to his head between her thighs. His hair, always so perfectly combed save for that one errant lock, was a mess. She licked her lips and tasted the sweaty salt there. The firelight seemed to set his body on fire and she wasn’t sure she could stand the sensations he was so good at evoking in her. Her stomach clenched and she gasped as her orgasm began. Immediately, he moved his lips to her clit and plunged three fingers deep inside of her, just the way she liked it. Her orgasm ripped through her and she was vaguely concerned about the mess she was making on the leather underneath her. She needn’t have worried. She felt him greedily cleaning her, sending more shockwaves of pleasure through her. When she finally caught her breath she sat forward and gazed into his eyes. "Much better than Ho-Hos? Mind if I test that theory out?"

"Not at all." Reaching up, he clasped the back of her neck and pulled her to him. Claiming her mouth he shared her taste. Everything about him was so surprisingly sensual. Who would have ever thought? She took the advantage though and continued forward until he fell back to lie in front of the Admiral’s desk. Now it was her turn to kneel between his legs. He locked his fingers behind his head. Clinching his stomach muscles to stretch up to watch her. «That won’t last long, Clay.» "I’m so close, Sarah." He gasped as she blew across the head of his cock. "Oh God."

Her tongue lapped at the pre-cum already forming on the tip of his penis, but she made no move to engulf him. Instead she sat back and gently stroked the skin on his inner thighs. Slowly working her way back to him. He had told her once that he never tired at looking at her. Clothed or naked, though naked was his favorite. Once, for his birthday she had walked around his apartment completely naked for the entire weekend. «Well I didn’t actually walk that much now did I?»

Tracing the outline of her nipple with one hand, she demanded huskily, "Like what you see, Webb?"

"Always have, MacKenzie. But, the only surprise for me was that I was actually seeing you like that. It still sometimes amazes me that you are here with me. And I have to say, the setting is definitely a huge turn on."

She cupped his balls and squeezed them, causing him to finally relax fully against the rug. «Well, that wouldn’t last too long either.» "You’re a pervert, Webb."

"Only with you, MacKenzie." She found everything about him a turn on. The way he talked to her. His wonderful way of teasing her. Even the way he treated her around Rabb. Since the time he had kissed her in front of the entire bullpen, he acted like everyone was fine with it. Never once had he seemed apologetic for dating her, for loving her. He was relaxed around her with Rabb. «Perhaps not quite so relaxed around the Admiral.» Oh lord, why had she thought of the Admiral? She tried to imagine what the Admiral would do if he walked on them right now. She could almost imagine him sitting at the desk watching them. It was shocking that she could feel so turned on by that image. Leaning forward she nipped at the tip of Clay’s shaft, then pulled his entire cock deep into her mouth. And as if he read her mind he began to whisper to her. "What would he say? Can you see him sitting there, watching us? Watching you do this to me? Would he kill me, Sarah? Or would he not want to just watch?" When she gasped at his words, he thrust up, driving his cock deep into her throat. He didn’t hold it there long and she didn’t need to struggle to breathe but when he tried to thrust again it became too much - and not enough. Releasing him, she immediately straddled his thighs and plunged down on his cock before he had a chance to even reach for her.

She held his shoulders, pinning him against the rug, taking complete control. Slowly she rose up until he groaned at the cold. Then, she plunged down with all her might so that his cock hit the back of her cervix in that wonderful mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Damn it, Sarah. Let me touch you!"

She rested her weight on her knees she took his hands and placed them on her breasts, guiding him, encouraging him to bring her to another orgasm. Rising and falling, she focused for just a moment on the empty chair behind the desk and considered Webb’s words. Yes, it was an erotic thought, overpowering really, but finally she met his eyes and grinned. "He’d definitely break your nose for sure."

He rolled them over and began taking his own pleasure, thrusting deep within her. Finally, he thrust deep and held still allowing her clinching muscles to milk his pulsing cock dry. Their eyes locked and the fantasy faded with the intensity of her climax. "Well we can’t let that happen then, because I not sharing you with anyone."

"Good," she said dreamily and reached for the blanket. Just as they were cuddling closer, they heard the muffled explosion. "What was that?" Mac gasped even as she was standing up, clutching the blanket to her.

Even though they were at the other end of the building they heard the pounding on the steps and Webb grabbed for the sweat pants, looking frantically for the sweatshirt he had tossed aside. "Where is it?" He snarled.

"Clay!" She tossed him the shirt.

"Just stay here!" Fortunately, he had put his gun next to his watch on the corner of the desk. Grabbing it, he ran out into Tiner’s office.

That’s when he heard the pounding on the door. "Sir! Mr. Webb! Colonel MacKenzie!"

"Oh shit! Kelly."

"Kelly?" she squeaked.

"Yeah. The Marine guard." He looked back at her. "Get dressed." He kept his voice to a low hiss even though he sure Kelly couldn’t hear him. "I took his key to come up here. He told me he didn’t have another and they had to do a check. I told him…"

"Colonel!"

"Go." She turned and slammed the door shut. Making his way down the dimly lit corridor he took a deep breath then called. "Sorry Kelly. Give me a moment. «You are so busted. This is going to cost you beaucoup.» Plastering a ‘What? Me?’ look on his face, one he had learned from Rabb, he opened the door to find both guards, with their rifles, standing there glaring at him. Well he was pretty sure they were glaring; it was too dark to tell for sure and he realized his lame look was probably wasted too. "Come on in. Sorry. I got up here and…"

Both men pushed past him. "Colonel? Colonel MacKenzie?"

Webb held his breath and waited. Mac opened the door to AJ’s office and stepped out. The uniform was wrinkled and looked like it had been slept in. «YES!»

"Sergeant Kelly? Is there a problem?"

"Ma’am, are you okay?"

"Of course, Sergeant." She fought to keep the grin off her face. "What’s the problem?"

"Well ma’am, as you know, the doors will open DOWN to the first floor but not up."

"Yes, I understand."

"Ma’am we’re all stuck here. The rain doesn’t look like it is going to let up and we have to keep watch, check the building and all. Since the elevator doesn’t work, we HAVE to use the stairs."

"Of course and you gave Mr. Webb the key, but why did you shoot out the downstairs lock?"

"Well the intercom lines aren’t working and it was either that or call Lieutenant Sims or the Admiral to find out the direct dial number up here. The number is in the guard shack and at the front security desk." Kelly glared at Webb. "But we were stuck in the back and couldn’t get to either because MISTER Webb took the key."

"Look Kelly, I’m sorry, okay. What do you want? Tickets to the Redskins?"

Kelly gave him a withering glance and hissed, "How about a chance to use the men’s room. There isn’t one on the first floor and beggin your pardon, but outside the back door isn’t a real option now, is it, SIR."

Mac was fighting hard to keep her giggles to herself. After all, they really couldn’t get them for anything. She had doubled checked the leather sofa, wiped it down just to be sure and neatly folded the blanket. Clay looked a mess but then they would have expected that too. He had been soaked. No. «Everything will be fine and Clay looks so adorable all flustered like that.»

"Well guys, why don’t you go ahead and use the men’s room up here. It’s kind of dark though."

"Did you find the emergency kit?" Kelly looked at Mac.

She blushed. "Actually I forgot it was up here."

Kelly looked from her to Webb and gave Webb a disgusted look, obviously blaming her bad memory on the spy. «Oh yeah, this was definitely fun.»

"Yes ma’am it used to be in the little closest in the conference room but they moved it when they installed the security camera in the Admiral’s office."

~~~Fini~~~???~~~~

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