Monday morning, Harm was dreading going to work today and having to see Mac. Mac had been his partner and best friend. Now she was wearing Brumby's friendship ring and had been making out with him. He couldn't see himself with her anymore. Brumby was the opposite of Harm, he was loud and cocky. Harm didn't think he could work with Mac anymore. She had hurt him and broke his heart.

The Admiral knew Mac and Rabb couldn't work together for a while. Who to pair them with. Roberts was the natural pick for Mac because while she had rank on him, she would at least listen to his thoughts. Who to pair Rabb with that was the question of hour. He needed to know and quickly. He decided on Lieutenant Loren Singer. Maybe Rabb's pursuit of truth and justice would rub off on her. Also may be working with him would help her attitude and maybe help her image in the office. Rabb and I are the only ones in the office not use the title "Lieutenant Witch."

Staff call arrived and Harm took a seat on the opposite side of the table from Mac. He couldn't even look at her. Lieutenant Singer noticed the chill in the air between Commander Rabb and Lt. Col. Mackenzie. Commander Rabb saw Loren Singer sit down next to him, he decided to be friendly. "Good Morning Lieutenant. Did you have a good weekend?"

Lieutenant Singer was shocked, Commander Rabb was talking to me. "Good morning Commander Rabb. Yes I did have a good weekend, did you sir?"

Before he could answer, Tinner yelled "Admiral on Deck!"

"As you were!" Admiral Chegwidden "Let's get to it today people. We have serval investigations for this week. Lt. Col Mackenzie and Lt Roberts, you two are off to Camp Lejeune. Marine Corporal stealing car parts. We need to know if more people are involved."

Rabb was happy Mac would be out of his hair this week. About that time, Rabb and Singer you two are off to NAS North Island. An F-14 pilot was hot-dogging it and whacked a fishing boat. Find out why and if any charges should be filed. Tinner has your orders, try not to take too much time with this one.

Shortly after staff call, Chegwidden was interrupted by Mac. She wanted to know why best two investigators were being broken up. The Admiral replied "Because Roberts and Singer need to learn and you two are my best so I am hoping you will teach them right."

Mac wanted to argue but she knew the Admiral would never admit the real reason. He had sound reasoning and it would do no good to argue. At least she wasn't stuck with "Lieutenant Witch!"

Harm was making the arrangements he needed to, since he was heading home. He called Loren to his office and asked "Lieutenant, my mother live La Jolla, California. She will kill me if I don't stay with her. If you would like you are welcome to stay there too. The accommodations are much nicer then the VOQ. However I leave that up to you."

"Sir, Are you sure it is ok? I don't want to impose on your family. I will only stay if your mother says it is ok."

Harm was taken back by Loren insisting he call his mother for approval before she would agree. However Harm agreed to call his mother. Harm called his mom and went through normal mother and son phone call stuff for a call coming from the office.

Finally Harm said "Mom, I am coming out to North Island for work. Knowing that you would be mad at me if I don't stay with you. Would you mind putting my partner up while we are there too? Before you answer she is in the office and you are on speaker phone."

"Can I know who I would be having first?"

Loren answered "Ma'am I am Lieutenant Loren Singer. Harm's new partner for this case anyway."

"Alright Ms. Singer, you may stay at my house but do not ma'am or Mrs. Burnett me."

"Then how should I address you?"

"You may call me mom or Trish. Those are my orders for my house."

"Yes ma'am!" Loren said then thought CRAP.

"Harmon Rabb Jr., order her to call me Trish or mom."

"Lieutenant from this point forward you will call my mother Trish or mom. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir! Sorry about the mistake Trish."

"That's better. Will I be seeing anyone else while you are here?"

"Tom Boone perhaps but I don't know yet. We have to see how the investigation goes."

"Alright, let me know you're ETA and either Frank or I will pick you up. Don't worry about a rental Frank says he has you covered."

"Alright mom we will call you with an ETA."

Harm hung up the phone. Lieutenant Singer was staring at him "What?"

"Your mother is something, Sir!"

"Good or Bad Lieutenant?"

"Good so far. How are we getting out to San Diego?"

"Well I have an idea but I need to know how you feel about flying?"

"Flying is ok, only really gone on big planes, why?"

"Well as you know I am an aviator. I may be able to get us a ride out there in a tomcat. If you are ok with that."

"Of course sir! I have wanted to fly in one since seeing TOP GUN."

"Alright let me make a call. You may wait if you like."

Harm picked up the phone and called Admiral Wall. Eventually Admiral Wall answered. "Harm, how are you?"

"Good sir and you?"

"I am good. You aren't begging to switch back to being an aviator again are you?"

"Maybe for a few hours if I can help you out. I have to go out to North Island and I was wondering if you have a Cat going that way."

"Actually I do. Call Captain Willis at Oceana, never mind I will. You will be doing him a favor. He was going to have to take it with your old RIO but didn't want to go. His wife is eight months pregnant. Do you need Skates or what is the plan?"

"Well Sir, I was hoping to take my partner for this case with me. She is Navy."

"That's fine. Better apologize to Lieutenant Hawkes for ditching her."

"Will do Sir! Let Captain Willis know we will be there at 14oo sir."

"I will do that and Harm safe flying."

"Thank you sir!"

"Alright Lieutenant, we got a ride. You have one hour to pack. I know you'll want some off duty clothes. I need your address and be ready ASAP."

"Here is my address sir. See you in an hour."

Rabb went by Tinner's desk. He picked up the orders and told him "We don't need a flight. I found us a ride."

Admiral Chegwidden decided to poke his head out of his office. "How the hell are you getting to San Diego, Rabb?"

"Flying out in a Tomcat. Lieutenant Singer will be riding in the backseat."

"Don't Crash! I don't want the paperwork."

"Aye Aye Sir! By your leave I need to pick up Lieutenant Singer and get t Oceana sir."

"Dismissed!"