Matchmaker, Matchmaker - Chapter One

Summary – Sequel to San Diego Blues. Mac decides that it's time to play "Matchmaker" for Hunter and McCall.

Rating – K+

Disclaimer – I do not own Hunter or JAG. I'm just having some fun.

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"Hey, Mac, where'd you put the stapler?" Harm asked after sifting through some papers on his desk.

Mac looked up from her laptop, "Umm," she looked around for a minute before remembering where she put it. "Oh," she opened the desk drawer, "here it is." Mac got up and walked over to Harm's desk.

"Thanks."

Mac smiled, "I'm pretty nice, huh?"

"Pretty nice?" he asked as pulled her down, "I think you're very nice."

"Harm!" Mac laughed before her husband kissed her. "Mmm."

"Mathew's asleep and so are the girls; why don't we turn in?"

"I'd love to, but I can't. You can go get some shut-eye and I'll catch up later."

"Who said anything about sleeping?" he asked innocently.

Mac playfully swatted him on the shoulder, "Harm! I have to finish these reports for tomorrow and by the time I'm done, it'll be time to feed Mathew."

"Come on, Mac. I've been good."

Mac laughed once again before her cell-phone rang.

"Who is calling you at this hour?" he asked suspiciously.

"Chloe," Mac said confidently. "I know by the ring tone," she added.

"Oh," Harm released his grip around her waist so that she could get up and find her cell-phone.

Quickly, Mac walked over to her desk and dug her cell-phone out of her purse. "Hey, Chloe! What's up?"

"Mac! Thank God, you answered."

"Is something wrong?"

"Did I wake you up?" Chloe asked.

"No, Chloe. Harm and I are in the den finishing up some paperwork."

"Since you're busy, I can call back."

"No, Chloe. Talk to me. What's wrong?" Mac looked up to see that Harm was leaning against the edge of her desk. She was so worried about Chloe that she didn't even notice he had moved. "Chloe," Mac said gently.

"It's Daddy, he's being deployed again."

"Again? Oh, I'm so sorry. Is there anything Harm or I can do?" There was a pause, so Mac continued, "Do you know where to or for how long?"

"No, no. Dad said it's strictly confidential."

"You are more than welcome to stay with us."

"I wouldn't want to impose."

"Nonsense! You're room is exactly the way you left it."

Chloe hesitated, "Okay. Just until my first semester at San Diego State University starts, then I can get into my dorm."

"You don't have to stay in a dorm! Like I said, there's plenty of room here. Stay with us."

"But Mac, there's five of you now. I'd be in the way. You know that I would help, but I'd still be in the way."

"You won't be in the way. Harm and I love having you here. Besides, I know that Elizabeth and Jennifer miss you, and it's been awhile seen you have seen Mathew."

"Well … okay. "

Mac smiled. "I'm glad you changed your mind."

"Speaking of, how is Mathew?"

"He's growing more and more everyday."

"He's probably changed so much in the two months I haven't seen him."

"He has."

"And, um, did you ever get DeeDee and Rick to get together? It's been what - almost six months?"

"No," Mac said disappointedly. "They still aren't together."

"Can I help you?"

"Sure can! I need some help. They're so stubborn."

"Like you and Harm?"

"Hey! That was different!"

"Was not!" Chloe protested playfully. Then she sobered up, "Well, it's late. I'll let you go."

"Are you sure? I mean, if you want to talk more I'm here."

"No, no. I'll be okay."

"Alright. I'll call you tomorrow."

"Uh-huh."

"Bye."

"Bye."

Mac flipped her phone shut and looked up at Harm. Their eyes communicated very thing that needed to be said.

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The following afternoon, one very upset, female police lieutenant stormed off of the elevator.

"Whoa!" Hunter exclaimed as the two of them walked right into each other. "You okay, McCall?"

"Terrific!" McCall replied sarcastically. "Just wonderful!"

"What's wrong?"

"Teenagers! That's what wrong!"

"Okay, McCall," Hunter said calmly. "Why don't you power down and tell me what all this is about?"

McCall sighed, "I was sitting at a red-light – obeying the traffic laws – when a group of teenagers in the car behind me decided not to stop! …"

"Wait a second. You were in an accident? Are- are you okay?"

For some reason, knowing that her partner was concerned about her safety, that question made her feel a tad bit better. "Yes, and thank you for asking. My car, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. The trunk, or whatever you want to call it, won't even open."

"Hey, as long as you're okay. That's all that matters."

"Yeah," she agreed. "I'm thankful that I'm okay." McCall chuckled, "You should have seen the looks on those kids' faces when they found out that I'm a cop."

"They were surprised?"

"That's an understatement."

"You know, something good does come out of this."

"How do you figure?"

"Well, since your car isn't "up and running" – so to speak – we'll be spending more time together."

McCall couldn't argue with him there. "I guess something good came out of it." It took a minute for McCall to realize she said that aloud. "Damn!" she mumbled under breath. Quickly, she changed the subject. "I'm gonna go get some coffee. Would you like some?"

"Please."

"Okay; I'll be right back."

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Being that it was a rather slow day, McCall found time to check her email. She noted that she had one new message and that it was from Mac.

DeeDee,

I know that the last time we planned on having a picnic, things didn't go as planned. Like I said before – Mathew has Harm's timing! Anyways, Harm and I would like to have you and Rick over again. For a real dinner – not that so – called food they serve in hospitals. So, if you and Rick can come over for dinner Saturday, that'd be wonderful. Just let me know.

Mac

P.S. Lizzy and Jenny said "Hi, DeeDee!"

McCall minimized her email and looked up at Hunter, "Got plans for Saturday?"

Hunter didn't even bother to look up from his paperwork, "Yeah."

"Oh." McCall couldn't help but to feel disappointed. "Mind if I ask what?"

"Paperwork."

"Well, Mac wants us to go over there for dinner."

Still not looking up, he answered, "Really?"

"Yeah," McCall nodded. Then, forcing Hunter to look at her, she gently took the folder he was reading away. "I'm going; why don't you go, too?"

"I'd love to, but I'm behind – really behind – with my paperwork."

"Let's make a deal. If you go to Mac and Harm's for dinner, I'll come to your place Saturday night and help you with your reports."

"You got yourself a deal, partner."

"Good," McCall smiled. She gave Hunter his folder back and then restored her email.

Mac,

Hunter and I can make it Saturday. Oh, and tell everyone we said "Hello."

We'll see you soon.

DeeDee

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TBC

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