Okay, another Harm/Jen, set post-Paraguay. This time, I've made my OC, Ally Williams (Hughes), the one of the matchmakers for them. I was re-reading 'Paperwork' when a better back-story for it hit me, so Tom Boone will be here, and will be Ally's partner-in-crime on Operation Harm and Jen. Oh, and yes, I will be bringing Mattie in as well, but she, while supporting the relationship, won't be the one pushing them together. I'm not bringing Tom Johnson in, and Harm and Jen will be able to adopt Mattie. Poor Tom will be serving time for vehicular homicide. Enjoy, and remember that I own nothing but Ally and Brandon. If I did, I wouldn't be living in a crappy apartment living paycheck to paycheck until I finish my degree. Thank God for the GI Bill. Oh and the first person who reviews and can accurately name both the quarterback and receiver (as in he catches the ball, not that he's a wideout), plus the team that they were playing for in 2003 (both place and name) that Harm, Jen, Ally and Brandon discuss at dinner gets to name a character in my next fic. There will be three hints in the chapter.

"Hey, Jen did you hear what happened?" LN2 Jennifer Coates looked up into the smiling face of her best friend at work. LN1 Ally Williams had a grin a mile wide on her face as she leaned over to ensure that no one overheard their conversation.

"No, what is it?" Ally leaned closer to whisper in Jen's ear.

"You know that Commander Rabb resigned his commission to go find Colonel Mackenzie and Mr. Webb, right?"

"Yeah, so? Commander Rabb will probably be back tomorrow." Jen was surprised when Ally started shaking her head vehemently.

"You were at lunch, so you missed it. Apparently the Admiral called the Commander some names, told him he wasn't a team player, and suggested that he go wrestle a gator, 'cause he wasn't coming back to JAG." Jen's jaw dropped and she looked at her friend in stunned disbelief.

"That's horrible, Ally. Why in God's name are you smiling?"

"That's not all. You know how people say the Colonel expects the men in her life to give up things for her. Well, the Commander doing all he did wasn't enough. She's with Mr. Webb now!"

"You have got to be kidding me." Jen glanced over to where she could see Commander Rabb taking a poster off his wall, the easy smile gone, and an expression resembling grief replacing it. "That poor man. He just lost everything, and you're happy about it? I thought you liked him, Ally."

"I do, which is why I'm saying this. Jen, I'm not blind. I see the way you look at him, and every time that Brandon and I try to set you up with one of his friends, I see you making the comparison. Now, I don't like pulling rank, but I am going to right now. You're gonna go over there, offer to help him, and invite him over to mine and Brandon's place for dinner tonight at 1800. I've got red beans in the crock pot, which should be okay, since I know that you are a vegetarian, and I think he is too. I admit that I am hoping that something happens, but whether it does or not, he does not need to be alone tonight. Now go, LN2. That's an order." Jen inclined her head before standing up and heading towards the man in question. She was halfway across the bullpen when the Admiral stepped out of his office and was quickly intercepted by Ally.

"Afternoon, sir. I told LN2 Coates to help Mr. Rabb get his stuff cleared out." Chegwidden nodded and returned to his office after telling Ally to stay at Jen's desk and take his calls until Jen had finished helping Rabb.

Jen had seen the blinds closed in Col. Mackenzie's office, and shook her head before squaring her shoulders and approaching the man that she credited with saving her from herself and her own stupidity.

"Do you need any help, sir?"

Harm looked up and over to see LN2 Jennifer Coates standing in the doorway, concern etched all over her face. He forced a small smile and nodded.

"Sure, Jen. It's Harm, by the way, I'm a civilian now. If you could grab that box over on the chair, I would appreciate it." Jen followed Harm towards the elevator, and inside. Once the door closed, she set the box on the handrail before turning to face him.

"Si…uh…Harm, I was wondering…are you okay?" He looked and saw the look in her eyes was one of true concern, that she was truly interested in how he felt. The least that he could do was be honest with her.

"Not really, Jen. I have no idea what I am going to do now." They had reached the downstairs lobby and she followed him to his car.

"Harm?"

"Yeah, Jen." He took the box she was holding and set it in the backseat of his car.

"Look, I know that this may not be the best time, but Ally…LN1 Williams, that is, wanted to know if you wanted to have dinner with me, her, and her fiancé Brandon tonight. We're worried about you, and want to make sure that you'll be okay. I know that you don't really know us…" Harm held up his hand and smiled.

"That sounds better than sitting at home alone, Jen. Tell Ally I said thank you. What time should I be there, and does she want me to bring anything?"

"1800, and she said that she's making red beans. With her, that means, red beans and rice, there'll be sausage in the beans, but that can easily be picked out, thankfully. Red beans and rice, sweet cornbread, iced tea and beer. It's going to be really casual. She and Brandon are both from New Orleans, so she cooks a lot of that kind of food, and more than enough to feed an army. By the way, are you a football fan?" Harm nodded,

"Yes, I've been a fan of the Chargers since I was a kid." Jen chuckled.

"Since it's October, be prepared for a discourse on how the Saints will someday win the Super Bowl." Harm snorted.

"They've won what, one playoff game in thirty some-odd years? Sure, I'm not going to hold my breath on that one." Jen chuckled.

"I know, but those two are a bit fanatical. Their living room is black, tan, and gold, covered in fleur-de-lises and Saints memorabilia, so try not to insult them too much. So I can tell Ally that you'll be there, right?" Harm nodded, pulling a pen from his coat pocket and a legal pad from the top of one of the boxes.

"Could you please write their address down while I finish loading this stuff up?" Jen nodded and began writing both the address and directions down. She had just finished as Harm closed the door to his backseat.

"Okay, Jen. I'll see you later tonight." With that, Harm drove off while Jen made her way back in to the building. Once she got back to the bullpen, she gave Ally a quick nod to indicate that they would have an additional guest for dinner that night.

Jen went home and got a quick shower and changed into jeans and a tee shirt before driving over to Ally and Brandon's. Ally, as usual, had her laptop set up to play music through several connected speakers. Jen began to help put a salad together while Ally was finishing the rice and Brandon was making the tea.

Harm had just pulled up, gotten out of his car and was approaching the door when he heard the laughter and music from a song that Dolly Parton had done with Billy Ray Cyrus when he was still a full-time aviator. He remembered singing the song at a bar in Norfolk with some of his fellow pilots, including the females. As he approached the open door, he could hear Jen singing Dolly's part while Ally was covering the other women in the song. Harm walked in and couldn't resist chiming in with Billy Ray Cyrus, who's part of the song started after Jen had sung "My temperature keeps rising every time we meet. I may not be in love, but let me tell you I'm in heat. Romeo, Romeo, I just know I'll get you yet. Romeo, Romeo, I wanna be your Juliet." Both Jen and Ally's mouths dropped open and Jen turned bright red as Brandon snickered.

"On that note," Ally grinned, "I'm going to check on the cornbread." Brandon laughed louder as Jen rushed into the kitchen behind Ally. Harm looked at Brandon, who smiled and extended his hand.

"Evening, sir. I'm Brandon Hughes." Harm returned the smile and shook hands with the man standing there. Brandon wasn't much younger than Harm, and as he looked around, Harm saw that Jen hadn't been exaggerating about the décor there.

"Harm Rabb. Thanks for having me over." Ally had come out of the kitchen with a smile.

"We're happy to have you, sir." Harm sighed and shook his head.

"It's Harm, Ally. No sir, just plain old Harm." Jen walked out in the living room, a Coke in one hand and a Budweiser in the other, extending them both in his direction.

"Take your pick."

"Oh, I thought that they were both for me." Jen saw the twinkle in Harm's eyes and shrugged her shoulders.

"Well, I've had Jack and Coke and Bacardi and Coke, but if you want a Bud and Coke, I'll go get you a glass." Harm laughed and took the beer from Jen, opening it while she returned the soda to the refrigerator. Jen and Ally brought the salad, several types of dressing, cornbread and butter to the kitchen table.

"All right, food's ready so come on in and fix your plate." Ally was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, as Jen, Harm and Brandon got up from the sofa and chairs to join her.

As soon as everyone began eating, Harm listened to Ally and Brandon discuss what the Saints needed to do next off-season in order to have a chance at a title. It wasn't long before Brandon got him involved in the conversation.

"Hey, Harm, you got a favorite team?"

"I grew up outside of San Diego." Ally nodded.

"Yeah, that quarterback you guys picked up in the 2000 draft looks like he's going to be a good one. Wish Ditka had bet our picks on someone like that rather than that idiot Ricky Williams. Yeah, Deuce needs another back to help him out, but that guy was a problem child in school, from what I've heard. We really could use a good, accurate passer."

"I think Eli Manning is going to be in next year's draft class, Ally, Brandon." Harm took a sip of his tea. "Maybe the Saints can get him."

"Doubt it," Ally replied, shaking her head. "There are several teams that are already doing worse than we are, and since he's a Manning, someone's bound to do a helluva trade for him. Tom Benson won't allow a coach to anything like that, after the Ditka fiasco. We need a quarterback, not to mention couple of guys on offense that can break tackles and catch the damn ball." Brandon nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, New York drafted a good tight end last year from the U. Big blond guy, can't remember the name though. We get players like that, beef up the defense a little, and we will get to the Super Bowl." Harm decided to keep his opinion to himself and quickly changed the subject. Halfway through dinner, his cell phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was Mac. Harm was enjoying the honest, friendly people around him, and for once, decided that whatever drama that she had going on could wait.

That night, as they were getting ready to leave, Jen's battery died and her car refused to start. Harm offered her a ride home, and when they got to her apartment, Jen was surprised to find a note from the complex manager on the door. Tears filled her eyes as she read it. Harm took the paper from her limp hand and looked at it, his brow furrowing as he began reading.

Dear Resident, We regret to inform you that the owners of this property have sold the complex to L & C Development, INC. All residents are required to vacate the premises no later than November 1, 2003. All security deposits will be returned, along with the rent from the month of October to assist you in finding new residences. We apologize for any inconvenience that this may cause." Harm looked at Jen, who was shaking her head.

"It was hard enough getting this place, since it is one of the few that a single E-5 can afford in this area, even with BAH. The only reason Ally and Brandon have their apartment is the fact that they are both E-6 and aren't married yet. Now they expect me to find somewhere else to live in three weeks. This really sucks."

"Jen," Harm took a deep breath, "I own the entire floor of my building, including an apartment across the hall. I originally bought it for my brother, but he moved back to Russia the day after the sale was finalized. I was planning on renting it out, but if you want it, you can have it."

"How much is the rent and deposit?"

"How much are you paying here? Oh, and don't worry about a deposit"

"$850, including water, sewage and electricity."

"That's fine then. Do you want it? I would rather have a friend for a neighbor than rent to a complete stranger." Jen nodded.

"Sure. When can I start moving in?"

"How about this weekend? It's been collecting dust in there, so I want to clean it up before you start bringing your things in." Jen nodded, hugged Harm, and said goodnight.

The next morning, Harm was surprised to receive a call from retired Admiral Tom Boone. Apparently, someone at the Pentagon had told Tom what had happened, and the older man wanted to check on his godson. Harm told him that he was okay, thanks to the kindness of Jen, Ally and Brandon. Tom wanted to meet the trio for himself, so Harm explained that Jen was moving into an apartment in his building over the weekend, and that all three would be there to help. His godfather promptly volunteered both to help move Jen in, and provide the beer for the crew.

Friday afternoon, JAG secured early, and Ally and Jen met Brandon at Jen's packed up apartment. Jen had already called Harm, who said that he was on his way with an extra pair of hands. Once they arrived, Harm introduced Tom, and the older man had to go through the same 'I'm retired, it's Tom' spiel that he had to with Harm last Christmas. Once everyone relaxed, the process of loading the U-Haul commenced.

As soon as they arrived back at Union Square, Jen and Ally took over the process of directing traffic and unpacking the boxes as the men brought them in. Ally looked around the large living/dining room with a grin before turning to Jen with a speculative gleam in her eyes.

"You know Jen, with the tan walls and gold accents…" Jen began shaking her head furiously.

"No Ally, absolutely not. You are not turning my apartment into another shrine to the Saints. No way." Tom nearly choked on his beer. Setting it down, he looked at both women curiously.

"Who the hell would want to…the Saints? They suck, have always sucked, and will always suck. The only team that sucks worse than them in the NFL is Detroit." Harm and Jen looked at each other before stepping away from the imminent explosion. Brandon placed a hand over Ally's mouth as he turned toward Tom.

"We're both from New Orleans, Tom, and Ally's pretty passionate about our home team. She'll admit that they suck, but gets pissed off when someone not from back home says it." Tom started laughing and nodded his head.

"I get it. For what it's worth, Ally, I'm a Redskins fan, and they pretty much suck, too." This helped Ally calm down, and pretty soon, they found a safe topic of conversation: cars. Jen and Harm both loved old Corvettes, Tom preferred Mustangs, and Brandon loved the 50's Chevelles while Ally's dream car was a black Camaro, preferably the 1987 model. Four hours later, the apartment was finished and the group was relaxing on the sofa and loveseat. Ally stood up and dusted her hands on her jeans as she grinned at her companions.

"Well, I brought some gumbo over along with a loaf of French bread, so I figure we can chill for a bit and eat before Jen throws us out."

"What's in it, Ally?" Ally smiled at Jen and Harm.

"Made it special for this weekend. Seafood gumbo, with crab, shrimp and veggies. All we need to do is cook some rice and pop the bread in the oven for a bit." Harm grinned as he grabbed another beer from the cooler.

"Well, if it is half as good as the beans you made, I'm looking forward to it." Ally stood up and walked to the kitchen while Brandon started fiddling with the stereo, getting some music going in the background. Tom watched as Harm and Jen began working on the salad together. The two were laughing, not noticing that their companions were watching them. Tom leaned over towards Brandon and Ally, who were smiling at the interaction.

"I take it that I'm not the only one seeing this." Ally shook her head.

"There's always been something there, buried deep beneath both Harm and Jen not wanting to break regs. I was there when the Admiral basically told Harm to go screw himself, Jen was at lunch, so when she got back, I ordered her to help him and ask him to my house for dinner. Whether something happens between those two or not, I'm happy that the two of them can at least be friends now. I've been at JAG for almost three years now, and when I got there, everyone talked about the Rabb-Mackenzie friendship. Well, with friends like her, who the hell needs enemies?" Tom considered what Ally said as he continued watching Harm and Jen. The interaction between the two was filled with possibilities, but the old aviator knew that Harm had been burned so many times already. From what Ally had said, it seemed that Jen was in a similar situation. Watching those two dance around each other would be entertaining for a while, but Tom hoped that he and Ally would be able to do something to get those two together by New Year's Eve.