Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. I merely borrow them from time to time.

Mac dropped her pencil and used both hands to rub her eyes. Of all the times for her to be sleepy, it just had to hit her in the middle of the day. And at work no less. She straightened as Harm opened her door, trying to hide her exhaustion. He wasn't fooled. Placing his hands on her desk he leaned toward her.

" I thought the Admiral told you to go home."

Yawning she waved her free hand at him.

"I'm fine. Besides, I have to start working on our next case," smiling she handed a file to him, "so I can beat you...again."

Harm took the file and flipped through it.

"Yeah? Well you just got lucky that day," he chuckled

. Glancing at his watch, he noticed it was way past lunch time.

"How about I run out and get us something to eat and then come back and help you with this? Mac starred up at him questionably.

"Just so I can familiarize myself with the case. I haven't had time to yet," he explained. Mac simply smiled her reply. Turning to leave , he smiled his flyboy grin and said, "Don't start without me."

Mac watched him leave then looked back down at the open file on her desk.

Picking up the first page she read, "Seaman first class William Brewer and Seaman first class Betsy Adkins. Charged with possession and distribution of cocaine aboard the U.S.S. Saratoga."

Laying the page back in its folder, she rubbed her eyes again and yawned. Reminding herself that Harm wanted her to wait for him, she laid her head on her desk.

"Just a quick nap," she told herself as she closed her eyes.

Mac sat up rubbing the back of her head. Her vision was blurred. Probably caused by the huge lump she felt forming at the base of her skull. Looking around, she could see she was in a small room, one door, no windows. There was a hazy figure, someone crouching beside the door. After a few moments , they stood up and came toward her. Panicking, she threw a hand up for protection if necessary and warned,

"Don't come any closer. Who are you? What do you want? Where am I?"

A familiar voice replied, "Oh no, amnesia....those bastards. I'll kill them."

Mac let down her guard as her vision slowly cleared. After only a few seconds she could see Harm kneeling beside her.

"Harm?" she asked, unsure.

"Well, at least you remember my name," he smiled as he reached over to gently caress her cheek.

She looked at him through clearly confused eyes.

"Of course I know your name, Commander Harmon Rabb, Jr. of the United States Navy, why wouldn't I....?"

She was cut short as Harm began to laugh.

"Well, you have the name correct."

Standing up, he straightened and spoke in the most dignified voice he could muster, "Special Agent Harmon Rabb, Jr, FBI narcotics division, at your service."

Mac simply stared at him, even more confused now than ever.

"What?"

His brow creased as he frowned and knelt back down to try and explain.

"We are partners. We work in the narcotics division of the FBI."

He paused, but seeing she was still not convinced, he went on.

"We have been under cover to expose a major cocaine ring but we got caught when the 'main man', Mickey 'The Eyebrows' Bugme, found that wire under your shirt."

Mac rubbed the back of her head again as she tried to make sense of his words.

"Oh," Harm pointed at her, "you got that when you punched out Mickey's hoes, Lauren Stinger and Renee Man Eaterson for running their mouths too much. One of his goons was behind you when you did it, he cold cocked you," Harm chuckled as he remembered the look on the drug lords face.

"Don't worry, I got the son of a bitch that did it. He was out cold the last time I saw him," he stated proudly.

"Wait, wait, wait, " Mac said, throwing her hands up and scooting to the edge of the cot she had been laying on, "we are FBI agents?" she asked looking up at him.

He simply nodded his head.

"Mic is a drug lord?"

Again he nodded. Unable to help herself, Mac smiled, almost chuckled, as she asked the next question.

"Lauren and Renee are ......hookers?"

Harm smiled back, "Yep."

Becoming serious again, she went on, " The Admiral?"

Seeing that he didn't have a clue, she rephrased, "Chegwidden?"

"Oh," Harm exclaimed, "You mean the assistant director."

As Mac tried to fit all the pieces together, they heard a key turn in the lock before the door swung open. There stood Mic, dressed in a bad leisure suit with too much gel in his hair and a humongous gold medallion hung around his neck. Behind him there stood, one on each side, Renee and Lauren. Both dressed in halter tops and miniskirts that barely covered their bodies. Mac would have laughed out loud if not for the gun Mic had pointed at her and Harm. As two of Mic's henchmen strode into the room, Mic walked toward Mac.

"Well, well, well, looks like my angel has finally awoke," he growled through his sleazy smile.

He reached out and ran his hand up and down her arm then over to her breast. As Harm started toward him, the two goons grabbed him from behind, forcing him to watch as Mic continued to fondle Mac. Reaching her boiling point, Mac raised her fist but was stopped by Mic.

"Now, now, why can't we be friends? You'd make a lovely addition to my brothel. I'll bet I could make a million with you in one night," he sneered as he pulled her closer to his chest, all the while keeping an eye on Harm's expression.

Her face only inches from his, Mac turned away from him and growled through clenched teeth, " Why don't you go ahead and kill me?"

Then turning to face him, she looked him square in the eyes, "Because that is the ONLY way I would EVER work for you."

Seconds later she felt the back of Mic's hand land hard against her cheek. As she fell to the ground, Harm freed himself from one of the ogres and in a flash had his hand wrapped tightly around Mickey's throat. The Eyebrow's eyes began to bulge from the mere force. Finally the downed goon got to his feet and kneed Harm hard in the stomach. He loosened his grip and slumped to the floor next to Mac, who was sitting up and rubbing her aching jaw. She pulled Harm over into her lap and cradled him there as he fought to catch his breath. As the drug lord rubbed his throat, he aimed his pistol at the couple on the floor.

"Pity," he croaked, "I had great plans for you, both."

He pulled the hammer back and pressed the barrel to Harm's temple. Mac closed her eyes and quietly whispered to herself, "Wake up, wake up, wake up."

Opening her eyes, she saw that Renee and Lauren had fallen to the floor, apparently struck by something or someone outside the door. In a matter of milliseconds, Mic's two goons fell to the floor, his pistol was knocked from his grip, and he lay unconscious at Mac's feet. Looking up, she saw Bud, big smile on his face, reaching down to help her to her feet.

"Bud?" she asked, stunned and disbelieving.

"Yes, ma'am," he answered as he helped Harm to stand.

Looking around, Mac held out her hands, "You did ALL of this by yourself?"

Bud shook his head and pointed over his shoulder.

"I had help."

Harriet stood in the doorway, assault rifle in hand.

"The assistant director sent us to find you," she stated, smiling.

At her feet Lauren began to stir. Without looking down, Harriet gave her a swift kick to the head which put her out again. Mac winced then smiled at her saviors. Fully recovered, Harm ushered them all to the door.

"Let's get out of here before they all wake up. We know where the lair is now, we can send another team in here to arrest them."

As the four made their way through the maze of hallways, trying to find their way out, Harm pulled Mac back to walk beside him.

"That was way too close," he said, smiling over at her.

Mac kept her eyes forward, looking for an end to the hallway, avoiding his gaze. Harm nervously fiddled with the gun strap he had taken from one of the unconscious men. "Mac," he said, grabbing her arm and stopping her.

He slid his free hand up and down the wall as he spoke in an uneasy manner.

"You know, there is something I've been meaning to tell you for quite some time now." When he received no response, he continued, "I want to tell you EXACTLY how I feel about you."

Mac eyed him suspiciously before sighing, "Now I KNOW I'm dreaming."

She smiled eagerly at him. Looking curiously back at her, he nodded, "I have dreams like that, too. Weird ones the past few weeks."

Seeming to have forgotten what he was about to tell her he went on excitedly.

" I've been having dreams about four different groups of beautiful women. Let's see," he pulled at his lower lip as if trying to remember, "They call themselves the Pointer Sisters, Harm's Lucky Charms, the Hookers, and the Sane Ones."

Mac scowled at him. She didn't want to hear about Harm and other women, least of all the ones he dreamed about! Harm laughed as he went on, oblivious to her irritation, "They are always crawling all over me. The one they call Luoodles frightens me a bit though and then there is one they call the Resident Dirty Old Lady, she......" he trailed off as he noticed the agitated look on Mac's face.

"Your point??" she asked, clearly angry.

Clearing his throat, Harm looked deep into her eyes, "What I am trying to say is that no matter how beautiful or desirable those other women are, none of them hold a candle to you. Not one."

Reaching to caress her cheek, he pulled her closer to him.

"I love and desire only one woman with all my heart. Her name is Sarah MacKenzie."

He leaned down to kiss her. Smiling Mac leaned into him, "Oh Harm, I've waited so long to hear you say that, " she whispered as their lips brushed lightly together.

"I...."

"To hear me say what?" Harm asked gently shaking her awake.

Mac raised her head and looked at him.

"What did you say?" she asked hoping that he hadn't heard anything else she had been dreaming.

Eyeing her suspiciously , he sat a salad on her desk in front of her and said, "I said, 'Lunch is served'."

She smiled up at him.

"That's what I've been waiting to hear you say," she laughed as she slid the salad lid off and began to eat. Harm still stood there wondering.

"One day you and I are going to sit down and have a long talk," he stated before he began to eat.

"I can't wait, " she thought.