Title: We're Just Partners…I Swear

Author: ash9445

Disclaimer: JAG doesn't belong to me. It belongs to DPB, Paramount, and CBS. If it did, I wouldn't be sitting here writing this. I'd be sipping Piña Coladas on my private beach with Jesse Metcalfe and Ben McKenzie as my cabana boys. Oh and the DVDs would've come out already…

Summary: H/M takes place during season 6 sometime after Iron Coffin but before Lifeline. Sadly Bugme and the Video Princess are still in the picture. Harm and Mac are sick of the "Just Partners?" speech and decide to get even!

Rating: T for mild language and innuendo

AN: This is my first fic so don't be too harsh with reviews! Please and thankyou . Reviews are welcome. This idea has been bugging me for weeks so I decided to just write it out.

1915 EST

MCMURPHY'S TAVERN

WASHINGTON, D.C.

Harm sighed. He swirled around the beer in his bottle as he absentmindedly tapped his foot against his seat at the bar. "As if this day weren't hectic enough," Harm thought as he listened to yet another one of Renee's rants.

"…And then there's the way you two are always together on cases! Can't they assign you two with other people?" He sighed again and took a sip of his practically empty beer.

"We're partners, Renee. Not to mention the senior staff members at JAG. The Admiral knows we work well together so he keeps us together. We make a good team. I'd trust Mac with my life and I know she trusts me with hers."

Ignoring him, she asked the question that had been ringing in his ears ever since they started dating.

"Are you sure you and Mac are just partners?"

He sighed again. She just wasn't going to let this drop. He paused for a moment. Were they "just partners"? Of course not. They were friends—best friends. But that was it…right? He didn't even know.

1925 EST

IN A BOOTH

MCMURPHY'S TAVERN

WASHINGTON, D.C.

Mac sighed. She didn't know why she let Brumby talk her into meeting up tonight. She had just finished up a difficult case with Bud today and was exhausted. Mic had left earlier to go shoot some pool while she "watched" from her seat at the booth. She glanced up from her "soda-with-a-twist" and was surprised to see Harm looking just as bored as she did. In fact, she could've sworn she saw him actually counting the threads in his Commander's bars on his uniform jacket. He looked up suddenly, as if he felt her gaze on him. Their eyes met as a weak smile came across his face. She knew that he wanted to get out of there as much as she did. Of course, as luck would have it, Mic chose that moment to come over and talk with Mac.

"Y'okay, luv?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, Mic. Tough day at the office."

"Hard case?"

"Mm-hmm. But I had Bud to help me out. He's really not as naïve as he seems. We really gave Harm a run for his money."

"Good to hear…you know…I really hate to ask this…but are you sure you're happy with me? I mean is there someone else you'd rather be with?" Mic had noticed that she had been distant lately and wondered if it had to do with their impending marriage.

Mac was dumfounded. "Of course I'm happy with you." Her attempt at a smile was failing miserably but Mic didn't seem to notice. She held his hand and tried her best to look him straight in the eye without wanting to crawl into a hole. Whenever she looked into his eyes, she saw her future…right? Right, her future was with Mic…she was pretty sure. "Why do you ask?"

"Well I've noticed that you've been spending a lot of time with—never mind." He realized that she was not in the best of moods and decided it was best to let the subject drop. Big mistake.

"With who?" Uh-oh. Increasingly angry Marine. Watch out.

"Nobody, luv. Forget I even mentioned it." He knew he was dead. Mic suddenly began sweating profusely and was about to leave when Mac grabbed his arm.

"With who? Tell me!" She did not need this tonight. If he said Harm…

"Harm." Prep the pallbearers.

"He's my partner! We work on cases together! He gives me advice and sometimes vice-versa! Not only that but we're friends too! Or isn't that allowed?" Woah. Time to bring out the white flag. NOW.

"I know but—I mean feel free not to answer this—"

"Spit it out, Mic." Mac snapped.

"A-are you sure you and Harm are just partners?"

That was it. She was done. She left a tip on the table, grabbed her purse, and left. Mac was practically in tears as she made her way through the doors leading to the crisp autumn air. She slipped on her cover and made her way to the parking lot. Of course they were "just partners"! How dare he even ask that! They were friends. Nothing more. Right?

"Damn it!" Mac cursed as she realized that Mic had been her ride tonight. Great. Mic had cleaned her out at McMurphy's since he'd "forgotten his wallet" and had no money for cab fare. Looks like she was walking home. As if she weren't pissed enough already. It was then that she bumped into a man walking in front of her. As he turned to apologize she realized it was…

AN2: Cliffhanger! Well, not really. I'm betting you can guess who it is. Shall I continue? I have some pretty funny chapters in the works as we speak. I'll try to update as much as possible but school starts in two days!