Title: Underwear & Confessions

Author: Jaimi

Rating: PG-13

Category: vignette, humor, slight Harm/Mac romance

Spoilers: Webb Of Lies; Secrets; Capital Crimes

Summary: Plotless fun with our fave couple, and
Sturgis. At a gym, Mac needs to borrow something.

Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em. Only wish I did. JAG and
it’s characters belong to Paramount, CBS and Donald P.
Bellisario. 



Author’s Note: The gym is a fictional place...as far
as I know. If such a place exists, no copyright was
intended. Also, the events of this story are an
extreme unlikely possibility. This is probably one of
my farthest out of character stories, but ya’ll know
how I love to explore and have fun. Hope you have fun
reading. 



Underwear & Confessions

By: Jaimi 



0112 ZULU

STEP UP CENTRE

FALLS CHURCH, VA 



Weight Room 



Breathing heavily, Lt. Colonel Sarah MacKenzie gave
the punching bag one more right hook, before grabbing
it and resting her forehead against the cool leather.
The case she just finished up had been a doozey and
she’d really needed to work off some steam. It had
worked. She was now exhausted, and soaked with sweat,
her dark hair clinging to the sides of her face and
neck.  



Pulling away she shivered as a cool draft ran through
the well ventilated room. Now that she’d exhausted
herself, she decided to relax and try the new sauna
over by the pool. It was unisex, but there was no one
else here. The last person, a woman, had left an hour
ago. The place was closed, but her and a few other JAG
officers had keys, compliments of the gym’s owner,
who’s son (in the Navy) they’d gotten out of a mess a
few months back. 



She quickly showered, then headed to the sauna to
sweat some more, this time while just relaxing. 

 



Same Time - Gymnasium 



“I do believe you owe me a six-pack, my friend,”
Commmander Harmon Rabb Junior stated, a smug grin on
his handsome face.  



Commander Sturgis Turner rolled his eyes, tossing the
basketball back to his old academy buddy. “I let you
win!” 



“Yeah, I’ll bet!” 



“Oh, how much? A six-pack?” Sturgis asked, dark eyes
twinkling mischievously. 



“Nice try, Commander,” Harm returned, with a laugh. 



Both were quiet as they put the ball back in the
equipment room and then proceeded to stretch, cooling
off. Both shivered as a draft swept through the large,
empty room. 



“Hey man, you wanna try out that new sauna they put in
over by the pool?” Sturgis asked, straightening. 



Straightening as well, Harm shrugged. “Sure, why not?
I think we’re the only ones here anyway.” 



With that they both headed to the showers before
heading off to the sauna. 

 



5 Minutes Later - Sauna 



Mac sighed contentedly, as she lay on her stomach,
clad only in a plain white towel. She was stretched
across the bench on the far wall of the 8 by 8 foot
room. Her eyes were closed and she had never been more
relaxed. This was the life. 



When a cool gust of air hit her, she opened her eyes
to find a pair of hair covered legs by the door. Not
immediately concerned, she lifted her head, and was
then surprised to see her just as surprised
partner...also only clad in a plain white towel. 



/Down girl,/ she thought, before speaking up. “Harm,
what are you doing here?” 



Harm tried desperately to keep his eyes on her face,
and not...anywhere else on her barely covered body.
Long tanned legs, and slim, smooth shoulders made this
difficult. Not to mention what little everything else
that skimpy towel left to the...or more specifically
to *his*, imagination. 



“I, uh, could ask you the same thing,” he returned,
clearing his throat and fully facing her. 



She shrugged, the small motion pulling at the sides of
the towel. 



/Easy boy,/ Harm thought, guiltily. /Best friend here.
Partner. Marine who will kick your ass if she catches
your eyes where they shouldn’t be./ He snapped out of
it, as he realized she was answering his question. 



“...just working out in the weight room, and decided
to relax in here for a bit. Try it out. You?” 



“Oh, um, Sturgis and I were just playing some
basketball in the gym. He wanted to try the sauna out
as well.” 



“Oh Sturgis is here? Where is he?” she asked, laying
her head back down on her crossed arms, but still
facing him. Her dark gypsy eyes watched him as he
walked away from the closed door. She bit her tongue
to keep from licking her lips as she watched sweat
drip down her partner’s well defined chest and
stomach.  



His dark hair was plastered to his head. He’d
obviously showered as well before coming in here. He
ran a hand through it, causing it to spike up the way
she liked.  



“Getting a drink of water,” Harm replied, becoming
more at ease. She hadn’t noticed his eyes straying,
and he thanked the power above for that. He settled
down on the bench that went from the door to the back
wall. He also lay on his stomach, not wanting to run
the risk of embarrassing himself if his eyes should
catch more of his partner’s soft skin under that
towel. He rested his chin on his crossed arms as well,
his head close to hers so they could talk. 



“So, how was your day?” he asked, closing his
aquamarine eyes.  



God, she loved those eyes. “I’ve had better, you?” she
asked. 



“Not too bad. Too much paperwork for my liking,” he
muttered. 



“Any paperwork is too much for your liking, Squid,”
Mac teased, closing her own eyes. 



He peeked open one eye, a smirk on his face, before
closing it again. He chose not to comment on her
paperwork; otherwide known as ground zero. It was
everywhere but where it should be, in her
office...that was, at least, if she had a *regular*
filing system. Mac had a system all her own, but it
only worked for her. He could never find anything. 



Before either said more, the door opened again. 



Sturgis stopped and stared in surprise at seeing Mac
stretched out on one of the benches. He looked from
Harm, stretched out as well, with his head near hers,
back to her again. These two had the worst case of
unresolved sexual tension he’d ever seen, and yet here
they were, sitting together in a sauna, clad only in
towels and not appearing the least bit uncomfortable.
This was just wrong. Hell, *he* was a little
uncomfortable being in the same room with a
practically naked Sarah MacKenzie. ...*he* wasn’t in
love with her, but she was a hell of a beautiful
woman, *and* his colleague, *and* she was practically
NAKED. 



Sturgis shook his head. These two had the weirdest
relationship, and he was near given up trying to
figure it out. 



Mac opened her eyes, and looked to find Sturgis
shaking his head. 



“What’s wrong, Commander?” 



Jumping, Sturgis said, “I, uh-” 



Seeing his nervousness, Mac couldn’t resist teasing
him. 



Closing her her eyes again, she said, “take it easy,
Sturgis, it’s just me. You can let loose and relax, I
promise I won’t peek.” 



Sturgis blushed, coughing, while Harm burst out
laughing. Calming himself, Harm spoke up through
chuckles. “Don’t let her get to you, Buddy. Mac likes
to use her feminine wiles the odd time to get men
going.” 



Mac snickered. “Bet you didn’t know I had any, huh?”
Mac asked, well aware that most of her male colleagues
saw her as just one of the guys, and often forgot
there was a woman underneath the uniform. 



Understanding what she seemed to believe, Sturgis
gathered himself and answered her. “That’s not true,
Mac. I’m well aware you’re a very beautiful *woman*.” 



Mac opened her eyes in surprise and lifted her head to
meet Sturgis’ eyes. “Well thank you, Commander. That’s
very sweet of you.” 



Sturgis smiled, before taking the bench nearest the
door. 



Mac closed her eyes before hearing her partner mutter,
“Suck up.” 



She opened her eyes again, and smacked his arm. “Can
it, Sailor. If the man wants to compliment me, let
him.” 



Harm just chuckled, silently thinking to himself how
right Sturgis was. Mac was beautiful. 



The trio fell silent, the odd time speaking up, mostly
to joke around, sometimes to ask about current cases.
Fifteen minutes later, they all exited the sauna and
headed for their respective dressing rooms. 

 

 



Men’s Dressing Room 

 



Sturgis was just buttoning his jeans, Harm still only
in his boxers, when there was a tap at the men’s door.




“You guys, decent?” Mac’s voice called out from behind
it. 



“Yeah,” Harm responded, as Sturgis opened his mouth to
reply negative. 



He gave Harm a look, which went unnocticed by the
other man. /Does he not realize he’s in his
undershorts?/ Sturgis wondered, ever modest. 



Mac poked her head in. She opened her mouth to say
something, but noticed Sturgis’ look. 



She grinned, winking at the man. “It’s nothing I
haven’t seen before,” she said, indicating Harm in his
boxers. 



Sturgis raised his eyebrows.  



/Let him wonder,/ Harm mouthed to her.  



She grinned before speaking up. “Hey, Harm, do you
have some extra boxers I could borrow?” Turning to
Sturgis, before Harm could answer, she explained, “I’d
ask you Sturgis, but we’re not quite that close yet.” 



Sturgis eyebrows were almost to his hairline. “And you
and Harm are *that* close?” 



Mac smiled. “Six years of practically constant
contact, close quarters and too-many-to-number
near-death experiences, I think I’m beyond the
blushing, giggling school girl when I see Harm in his
shorts...or when wanting to borrow them for that
matter.” 



It was Harm’s turn to speak up as he dug through his
duffel bag. “Why exactly do you need underwear, Mac?” 



“Because that bitch that left here before I did, left
her wet towel on mine,” Mac exclaimed, frowning at the
thought of the careless woman. 



“So, naturally now you wanna wear *my* underwear?!” he
replied, pausing mid search to look at her with a
patented flyboy grin. 



Mac rolled her eyes. “It’s better than nothing.” 



“In your opinion,” Harm agreed, while continuing his
search. “But what about a man’s opinion?” 



Grinning, Mac replied. “Well, I don’t know. Do you
know where I can find one?” she asked cheekily, a
sweet smile following. 



“Ah-ha,” Harm replied sarcastically, with an eye roll.




Sturgis chuckled, before realizing he too had been
insulted. “HEY!” 



He wasn’t heard, as Harm continued. “That’s cold, Mac.
That’s really cold,” he said, tossing her the boxers
he found. 



Mac caught them. “Oh you love me,” she replied
flippantly, meaning as a friend. 



Without a thought to how he might take the words, she
turned and left the men’s dressing room to finish
changing. 



Harm watched the door swing shut, smiling to himself.
“Yeah...I do...” he said quietly, his meaning as more
than a friend. He suddenly whirled around, realizing
what he said and realizing that his other friend was
still there. “Did I just-” 



“-say that? Yes. Yes, you did. And if you try to take
it back, I will be forced to cause seriously bodily
harm....no pun intended,” Sturgis finished, with a
wicked grin. 



Harm groaned, but not at his confession. At Sturgis’
words. “You are as bad as Mac with the nasty threats
and the horrible jokes.” 



Sturgis shrugged, then looking Harm straight in the
eyes, he said, “Yeah, well please, just don’t look at
me or think of me, the way you do her.” 



Harm looked offended. “What do you mean the way I look
or think? How do you-” 



“Oh, I suppose you check her six out for purely
professional purposes?!” Sturgis returned, knowingly. 



Harm grinned arrogantly as he replied. “I’m her
partner, it’s my job to watch her six.” 



Sturgis let out his own groan. “Geez, Rabb. You’ve
been hanging around that partner of yours for too
long.” 



Harm smiled, looking thoughtful. “Yeah...feels like a
lifetime.” /I want a lifetime with her,/ he thought.
/And more.../ 



“Then why can’t you figure it out?” Sturgis muttered
to himself, not knowing what Harm was thinking. /They
know each other so well, and work so well as a team.
They practically know what each other is
thinking...what they’re feeling... So what the hell is
up with them not knowing that the other is in love
with them? Are they blind, or just plain stupid? Is it
denial? Uncertainty? Maybe I should tell them.../
Sturgis sighed.  



No, no way was he going to interfere. He did not want
to get caught up in this whirlwind of a relationship
that they had. They were both adults, and highly
intelligent people. They could figure it out on their
own. /Hopefully before hell freezes over,/ Sturgis
inwardly groused. He’d give them time. Maybe now that
they’d both confessed to him, they would finally
confess to each other. 



“Did you say something, Sturgis?” Harm asked, slipping
on his shoes, and tossing his friend his jacket. 



“No, Buddy. I didn’t say a thing. Not a thing... Come
on. Let’s go walk your partner to her car.” 



Harm grinned, as he opened the dressing room door for
them. In a sing-song voice, a weak imitation of his
partner, he replied. “Awwww, Sturgis, that’s so
*sweet*.” 



Sturgis rolled his eyes, chuckling as he followed his
laughing friend out the door. 



The End 



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