2200 Local
JAG Headquarters
Falls Church, Virginia

“I brought you some coffee.”

Harm looked up from the file he was reading. “I thought I was off limits.”

Mac entered the office and handed the mug of steaming liquid to her partner, who accepted it gratefully. “Frankly, I don’t give a crap what the Admiral says right now,” she declared. “You’ve been working fourteen hours straight.”

"No need to remind me.” Harm took a swig of his coffee.

“How’s it going?” Mac asked, eyeing the three huge stacks of folders decorating Harm’s desk.

“All right, I guess.” Harm shook his head in exasperation. “I haven’t been worked this hard since I was a rookie.”

“It’ll get better,” Mac assured him with a gentle smile, heading for the door. “Things will work out.”

“How do you figure that?” he inquired.

“Because you’re back,” she replied over her shoulder. And that’s all that matters, she added to herself.