Title: Sex, Spies, and Videotape Author: Anne (deweycat@yahoo.com) Category: V [Harm/Mac, Webb/Mac] Rating: PG-13 Spoilers: Through seventh season, just to be safe Disclaimer: I don't own JAG; I just wish I did. Feedback: Yes, please. Be gentle, please—No flames Archive: Yes. Summary: Some harmless Harm-bashing: a conversation between Mac and a friend, overheard by someone at the National Security Agency Author's Note: I wrote this earlier this summer, then never posted it because I thought it was too mean for any of the JAG groups. After the past week, I changed my mind!Thanks to my beta reader, Rebecca, for all her help. Any and all errors are, of course, my own. :: :: :: 2000 Local Time Tuesday June 18, 2002 CIA Headquarters Langley, Virginia He picked up his trenchcoat and briefcase and headed for the door, preparing to go home. As he stopped to fumble for the light switch, he heard a voice from the hallway. "Excuse me, Mr. Webb, but this was just couriered over to you from Mr. Carson at NSA." The young clerk—`God, he looks like a high school kid'—handed Clayton Webb a sealed inter-office memo envelope, which he signed for. Webb took the envelope back into his office and sat down at his desk before opening it and extracting its contents. Hmm… a transcript of a phone conversation with an accompanying note from his friend and former co-worker at the National Security Agency, Jim Carson. Clay: FYI. This came up on a random signal interception a couple of days ago, and I remembered that you like to keep tabs on your friends over at JAG in Falls Church. Thought you might find this conversation interesting. Isn't this the Marine Lt. Colonel you were talking about from the POW camp in Afghanistan? Don't know who the boyfriend in question is, but he sounds like a complete loser. Think she'd be interested in dating a nice, single spook? Maybe you can introduce me to to her sometime. Ha! Jim What the hell was he talking about? Only one way to find out. Webb opened the phone transcript and started reading… :: :: :: Transcript of phone call on Saturday, June 15, 2002, 10:16 p.m. between Libby (Elizabeth) Hendricks, M.D. (Metarie, Louisiana) and Lt. Colonel Sarah Mackenzie, USMC (Georgetown, Washington, DC). // Begin transcript... Hendricks: Oh, my God. So you finally slept together. So, tell me… How was it? Mackenzie: Libby!! [Laughs] I've had better. Hendricks: Really? What's the problem? Mackenzie: I can sum it up in one word: Selfish. Hendricks: Figures. Well, what else can you expect from a fighter pilot? Mackenzie: Yeah. Well, now I can say "I've been there, done that, and I've got the T-shirt to prove it." Hendricks: So it was a less than thrilling experience? Mackenzie: That's not the worst of it, Lib. You're not going to believe this... Hendricks: What?? What?? Mackenzie: We're lying there, "basking in the afterglow" thing, you know… Such as it was, anyway. Then he says: I wish I'd videotaped this. Hendricks: [Laughs] No shit! Mackenzie: No shit! And I'm thinking, okay, this is kind of weird, but I'm not wanting to spoil the mood, you know? Hendricks: Un-huh. Go on. Mackenzie: But I have to ask: "Why?" Hoping that he'll say something about how he always wants to remember our first time together or something along those lines. Instead… Hendricks: Uh–oh. I'm getting a bad feeling about this. Mackenzie: He says, "So I could send a copy to Mic!" Can you believe this crap? After all this time, and after everything we've been through, it comes down to "counting coup" against my old boyfriend. Hendricks: Jesus! What an asshole! So, what'd you do? Mackenzie: I got up, got dressed, and walked out, without saying a word. I mean, what was there left to say? Here I'd been thinking we actually had a relationship, and I find out that instead I'm some kind of bone the dogs have been fighting over. Hendricks: What did he do? Mackenzie: Nothing. Not a word. Not a phone call. Nada. Typical. And all week at work he just acted like nothing had happened. Anyway… Hendricks: Sarah… You have got to forget this guy. You deserve so much better. Are you okay, though? Mackenzie: I'm fine, Libby, really. I mean, I was kind of pissed at first, but now? I tell you, Lib, I'm about to give up on men altogether. I mean, I've lived here for seven years. I think, at one time or another, I've met every eligible male in the Metro DC area, and here I am, with no date for Friday. Again. Hendricks: Oh, don't give up hope, Sarah. You never know. There could be some guy out there whose just been waiting for you to get that overgrown kid out of your system. You just need to remain open to the possibilities. Mackenzie: I'm remaining open to the possibilities… You know my motto: A good job, a great man and… Hendricks: Lots and lots of comfortable shoes! [Both laugh] Oh, not to change the subject or anything, but the baby did the funniest thing the other day… ...End transcript // :: :: :: 2010 Local Time Tuesday June 18, 2002 CIA Headquarters Langley, Virginia Clayton Webb picked up his phone and placed a call. The line on the other end rang twice, then picked up. "Lt. Colonel Mackenzie here." "Sarah?" "Webb? What's up?" "Well, I was wondering if you were free for dinner on Friday…" :: :: :: The End