Undercover - Chapter 1

UNDERCOVER

By Ellinor

Summary: Harm has to deal with a new partner
A Harm/Mac shipper story

Spoilers: starting summer 2002. No Afghanistan, Bud's leg or Sergei's story involved

Disclaimer: JAG, its characters and premise are the exclusive property of Bellasarius Productions, Paramount Television and CBS Entertainment. No monetary gain is appreciated from this endeavour, nor is any copyright infringement intended. This story is created purely for recreational purposes

Note: sorry, english is not my mother language. I'm doing my best to translate what I wrote, but it may not be perfect.

There are some changes between the french and english versions, because when translating, I realized some facts were wong in the first place...

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Chapter 1

1735 local

JAG Headquarters

Falls Church, Virginia

Tuesday

Harm fills his attaché case with files, buckles it. Mac comes in at that moment. Harm takes his attaché case and leaves his office to the elevator, followed by Mac.

Mac - You're taking work with you on a leave?

Harm - Just one or two things to keep my conscience clear.

Mac - Where are you leaving for?

Harm - Barbados. 5 days. Sun, sea, coconuts, a real heaven!

Mac - Lucky you!

Harm - *I* didn't lose my last free days in the jungle. See you next week, Mac!

The elevator closes on a grinning Harm.

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0905 local

Barbados

Royal Crown Hotel

Wednesday

Harm steps on the balcony of his room, in plain underwear (yum...). He stretches in the sunlight and leans on the railing. He admires the view, the blue sky, the green sea, enjoying his vacation.

A few minutes later, he leaves the hotel, dressed in his bathing suit and a t-shirt, a towel on his shoulder. Arriving on the sand, he tosses his towel on the ground, takes his t-shirt off and runs to the ocean, where he finally dives. He swims easily a moment. Coming back to the shore, he sees something turquoise floating besides him. Not worried (it can't be a crab or a jellyfish) he picks up the thing, which happens to be the top of a woman's bathing suit.

A voice - Could you give it to me, please?

Harm discovers then a young redhead woman near him, keeping her arms up to hide her breasts.

The woman - Those tops are terrible. They slip away at the worst moment.

Harm - Here. Do you need any help to put it back on?

The woman - What a gentleman you are!

The redhead woman smiles and laughs. She takes the top from Harm's hands, plunges into the water to the shoulders, keeping her eyes on Harm.

The woman - I'm Jamie.

Harm - Harmon. But my friends call me Harm.

Jamie - Well, Harm, can I offer you a drink to thank you?

Harm - Isn't it a bit early for a drink?

Jamie - A fruit juice or a coffee, if you prefer.

Harm - A coffee will be perfect, I haven't had my breakfast yet.

Jamie - So let me invite you!

Harm - You're kidding! How could I let such a pretty girl pay the bill?

Jamie laughs.

Jamie - You're incredible! You don't sound much like a southern gentleman though.

Harm - Not really, but gallantry has been part of my education.

Jamie - Okay. I offer you the coffee, as promised, and you pay forthe rest. Is it okay for you?

Harm – All right!

They smile at each other in a friendly way. Jamie dries herself with the towel she'd left on the sand. Harm gets his and joins Jamie, who's dressing herself with a sarong.

Jamie - Shall we go?

Harm - Take the lead.

They enter a little restaurant on the promenade, sit down and order.

Jamie - So, tell me, Harm, what do you do for a living?

Harm - I'm Commander in the Navy.

Jamie, impressed - Wow! That must be interesting! And what is the job consisting of?

Harm - Well, I began my career by being a fighter pilot. And after my crash, I had to leave and attended law school, then JAG.

Jamie - *That* must be less fun!

Harm - I thought so at the beginning. And actually, it's not. I'm still in the military, you know, the "family", I keep flying, and as a lawyer, I'm searching for the truth. I love that!

Jamie - It's nice to see someone who loves his job!

Harm - Doesn't seem to be your case. What is your job?

Jamie - You must have terrific stories to tell! What is your best memory as a pilot?

Harm - I have several. You did not answer my question.

Jamie - I pass, counselor. Tell me.

Harm looks at her, intrigued, and begins.

Harm - One of my best memory is the day I got my wings back, five years after my crash.

Jamie listens Harm telling stories about pilots and lawyers, all day long. The night has fallen, Jamie and Harm are having diner at a nice place, with candles. Jamie really seems to be seduced by Harm. (Who wouldn't be, in her position?)

Jamie - That was a wonderful diner, Harm. Thanks a lot!

Harm - You're welcome! What do you say about walking a little along the beach?

Jamie - I would prefer you walk me back to my hotel.

Harm, a little disappointed - As you wish.

They leave the restaurant. They arrive in front of Jamie's door.

Jamie - Do you want to come in for a drink?

Harm - …

Jamie - Please, just a last drink.

Harm - Okay, just one glass.

They step in. Jamie goes to the fridge.

Jamie - Whiskey, bourbon?

Harm - Bourbon, dry.

Jamie prepares two glasses, gives one to Harm. They sit down, savoring their drinks a few minutes. Jamie looks at Harm. We feel she wants to say something, but she dares not.

Jamie – Harm...

Harm – Yes?

Jamie - I hid some things from you.

Harm - I noticed. What is it? You're married and you want your husband to watch us?

Jamie looks at him, astonished, then burst out laughing. Harm stares at her, furious, then can't help laughing too.

Jamie - No, this kind of things is definitely not in my habits. And what's more, I'm not married. It's professional.

Jamie becomes serious again. She puts her glass down, gets up, turns around in the room for a while, then takes a deep breath and turns to Harm.

Jamie - I'm an FBI agent, and the Bureau needs you.

Harm, who was taking a sip, nearly chokes.

Harm - I don't know what to say.

Jamie - Don't say anything. Or rather, I need your approval now. If you accept, I tell you what it's all about, If not, I leave the room and you'll never hear of me again.

Harm - Can't you tell me a bit more about it?

Jamie - I can only tell you it's about National Security.

Harm - And I have to give you my answer before knowing anything else?

Jamie - Yes. If I told you everything, and your answer was no, I would be forced to kill you. Wouldn't that be sad?

Harm - Certainly. How long do I have to give you my answer?

Jamie - 24 hours. After that, we have a deal, or I disappear.

Harm gets up, a little shaken.

Jamie - And do not talk about this to anyone. Or else.

Harm - You would be forced to kill me?

Jamie - Yeah. You and the person you would have talked to.Harm - Well, I'll see you tomorrow, then?

Jamie - You'll find me here, whatever the time.

Harm takes a look at his watch

Harm - Tomorrow, 2245.

He gets out of the room. Jamie watches him step out, then sit on the bed.

Jamie - Say yes, please. We're going to have fun together !