A/N #1: This is for April, who needed a little pick me up. I hope this little story cheers you up! This story has not been beta read so all mistakes belong to me.

A/N #2: I loved the scene in "Retreat, Hell" where Harm had hallucinations. I decided that another bump on the head warranted a few more. This takes place during "Port of Chicago."

All the regular disclaimers apply, I don't own JAG. If I did, we wouldn't have had to wait 14 years to find out the results of the coin toss!

JAG HQ

Falls Church, VA

Mac walks into the bullpen, "What is all that stuff that Tiner was putting in the freezer?"

Harriet says, "A rump roast, some chicken, a little shrimp, a stir-fry. My refrigerator is broken again. The Commander graciously offered to come over this evening to see if he can help fix my fridge."

Mac cracks up laughing, "YOU are going to fix her fridge?"

Harm brusquely replies, "What? I did remodel my entire apartment, you know, and she promised to feed me. I'm not going to turn down one of Harriet's home cooked meals. Besides, how hard can it be?"

Mac banters, "Uh huh. It's a closed system. The compressors are sealed."

Harm incredulously asks, "When did you become an expert on fixing freezers?"

Mac crudely replies back, "And when was the last time you fixed anything?"

Harm gives his signature flyboy grin, "My Vette is running just fine!"

Mac just shakes her head, unable to come up with a witty retort to that. OK round one goes to the Squid.

Harriet stands idly by grinning at the play by play between her two superior officers, and best friends. She silently wonders when they will get their heads out of their sixes and admit their feelings for each other.

Mac decides a change of tactic is required, "How about this, you take a look at the fridge and I will bring take-out for the three of us a little later."

Harriet says, "Oh Ma'am, that's not necessary."

Harm ponders her offer for a moment, "Hmm, take out or home cooked meal versus seeing my favorite jarhead or not, tough choice."

Mac ignores Harm's comment before telling Harriet, "Oh, yes, it is. You will already have your hands full with two children. You don't need to be cooking too."

Harriet is confused, "But Ma'am, I'll just have AJ."

Mac quips, "And the Commander!"

Harriet giggles while Harm drops his jaw. Round two goes to the Marine. They both agree that they will see Harriet later this evening

As Harm and Mac retreat back to their respective offices, Harm takes the file folder in his hand and smacks Mac on the top of the head with it, "That wasn't funny, Ninja-Girl."

Mac smiles back over her shoulder, "Harm the look on your face was priceless."

Harm snorts, "Get back to your office, some of us have work to do. I'll catch up with you later tonight."

Harriet's Apartment

Rosslyn, VA

CRASH!

CLANG!

Harriet looks up from the computer where she is Instant Messaging with Bud, "Is everything ok in there, Sir?

Harm steps out from behind the fridge. "It just needs a little fine tuning; do you have any duct tape?"

Harriet thinks for a moment, "I'm not sure if we have any, I can ask Bud, but I do have wine."

Harm questions, "How is wine going to help in this situation?"

Harriet chuckles, "Wine is like duct tape, Sir, it fixes everything!"

Harm shakes his head at female logic as he steps back behind the fridge, thinking to himself that he will never understand women! "Can you please just ask Bud where he keeps the duct tape?"

Harriet walks back over to her desk and types a quick message to Bud. "He says it's in the closet, inside a shoe box."

Harm walks over to the closet and opens the door and is assaulted by multiple items falling out at him. "Good Lord, Harriet, what is all this stuff?"

Exasperated, Harriet responds, "A little of this, a little of that. When AJ came along, we had to find places to put things where he wouldn't be able to reach them. Plus, we had to have room for all of his stuff, and you wouldn't believe how much stuff a baby needs! I keep telling Bud that we need to get a house, but I haven't been able to talk him into it yet. Do you ever think of buying a house?"

Harm quickly replies, "Not unless I get married."

Harriet is shocked! "Don't you mean UNTIL you get married?"

In that moment, scenes of a deal made on the steps of JAG HQ, on the day AJ was born, flash through Harm's mind. He hasn't had much hope of that dream coming to fruition lately, but it definitely would be nice. He shakes his head to clear the memory. Back to the matter at hand, Duct tape!

He steps behind the fridge, not realizing that some anti-freeze has leaked out onto the floor. He slides, his feet fly up in the air, and he ends up prone on the floor, smacking his head on the linoleum when he lands.

Harriet hears the loud THUNK, runs into the kitchen, and shrieks, "Commander! Oh my gosh! Are you alright?"

Mac was about to knock on the door when she heard Harriet scream, so she pushes the door open and runs in with her arms full of Chinese takeout containers. She finds Harriet crouched on the floor next to Harm, who has just sat up, looking slightly dazed.

Harriet says, "Oh Ma'am, I'm so glad you came over when you did. I'm afraid he hit his head again. He claims that he is fine, but he seemed to have blacked out for a minute."

Mac sets the cartons on the counter and bends down to look over Harm for any apparent injuries. Harm looks up at Mac, and she is dressed in that beautiful, white, slinky number that she wore in the hotel room in Russia. God, she looks beautiful. An instant smile appears on his face.

Mac inquires, "Harm, are you ok?"

Harm reaches up and runs his hand from Mac's waist down to her leg, and seductively says, "You'll melt my popsicle."

Harriet looks at him with eyes wide as saucers.

Mac, not paying any attention to Harriet's reaction, can't suppress the shiver that runs through her at his tender touch. Something is definitely not right with him. Harm would never touch her this intimately. She asks, "What did you just say?"

Harm looks up at her, his voice returning to normal, "I said I slipped on a popsicle."

Harriet and Mac exchange a quick glance at each other, they both know that wasn't what he said! Mac offers him her hand, "You slipped on anti-freeze, not a popsicle. You really need to be more careful. I warned you that this wasn't a good idea. C'mon, let's get you up, and get some food in you, and we'll see how you are feeling in a little while."

He thinks to himself, 'Oh you've got me up already,' He takes her offered hand and starts to stand up. He leans slightly on her and puts his hand to his lower back.

Harriet queries, "Are you sure you aren't hurt, Sir?"

Harm murmurs, "Just my pride."

Harriet grabs the food while Mac walks Harm over to the table. The three of them sit down and start to eat. Harriet is regaling Mac with some of AJ's latest antics and Mac is smiling as she tells the tales. She asks, "Where is my godson?"

Harriet says, "He is sleeping already. He had a busy day and was out like a light shortly after we got home."

Mac sighs, "I'm sorry that I missed him."

Harm looks over at Mac and his eyes roam over her beautiful chestnut eyes, the soft auburn highlights in her hair, her sun kissed olive skin, her cleavage slightly visible in her bikini top. He is completely lost in her beauty and would like nothing more than to sweep her off her feet and take her to bed. 'Whoa, wait a minute!' he thinks, 'When did she put on a bikini? And why is she wearing it at dinner?'

Mac glances at Harm, and he has the same look he had on his face at the Admiral's porch the night of her engagement party when he told her that she was a desirable woman, except his entire face is flushed. This is the 2nd time tonight that he has sent passion coursing through her veins. Something is definitely not right with him, but her concern is outweighing her desire right now. She reaches over and places her hand on his arm, "Harm, what's the matter?"

Harm brushes her off, "I'm fine, Sarah."

Mac is immediately on the alert, he never calls her Sarah, especially not in the company of other people. The very few times he has called her by her given name is in private, almost sensual, moments between them. She abruptly stands up, "Ok, Flyboy, we need to take you to Bethesda for a CT scan. I realize they probably won't be able to see anything since your head is full of hot air, but we need to have them check to see if anything else is amiss."

Harm argues, "Mac, I'm fine! It's just a little bump on the head. It surely isn't the first time that has happened. Wait, did you just say my head was full of hot air?"

Mac laughs, "Yes, I did. And the fact that you didn't immediately notice that is exactly why we are going to get your head scanned!"

Harm rolls his eyes, "I've hit my head plenty of times before. It's nothing that a few aspirin and a good night's sleep won't fix."

Harriet chimes in, "But, Sir, what if it's a concussion? Then you shouldn't be sleeping at all."

Harm starts to answer, but Mac gives him a stern look and cuts him off, "Get in the car, or I will call an ambulance for you."

Harm challenges, "I'm not getting in the car, and I definitely don't need an ambulance. I'm not going to Bethesda!"

Mac takes her cell phone out and starts dialing.

Harriet looks at Harm and tries to reason with him, "You might want to let her take you, Sir."

Harm tries to snatch the phone from Mac and almost falls over in the process. "You are not calling 911!"

Mac grins, "Nope, I'm calling the Admiral. Since we can't convince you to go, I'll have him order you to go."

The call connects and Mac discreetly explains the situation to the Admiral. She then hands the phone to Harm. She can only hear one side of the conversation, but she knows that Harm is getting his six chewed out by the angry look in his eyes. He concludes the call with an "Aye, Aye, Sir" and hands the phone back to her. He growls at Mac, "Was that really necessary?"

Unrelenting, she replies, "Yes it was! Maybe next time you will listen to me. Now, march your butt out to the car, mister. Or do you need me to carry you?"

Harm looks at Harriet, "I'm sorry for all the trouble, I'll try to help you with the fridge again tomorrow night."

Harriet wraps her arms around him, "You just feel better first, my fridge can wait. I'm sorry you went through all this trouble in the first place. It's all my fault!"

Harm returns her motherly embrace, "It's ok, it's not your fault. Give Bud my best, and I'll have Ms. Drill Sergeant over there call you later when they clear me."

He releases her and starts stalking out the door, ignoring the daggers from Mac's glare that are hitting him in the back.

Mac gives Harriet a quick hug good-bye and runs after him, "Harm, hold up. I'm walking out with you. I don't need you falling again. I may be a Marine, but you are heavy!"

Harm leans against the doorway with his arms folded against his chest, exhibiting his utter displeasure at the whole situation. She starts walking towards him and he waves his hand, motioning her to lead the way. He turns and says, "Goodnight, Harriet" before following Mac out the door.

Harriet returns to the computer, finally realizing that she left Bud hanging when she raced to the Commander's side. She starts quickly typing an explanation of the entire situation ending with, "Bud, what are we going to do with the two of them?"

Bud types back, "Honey, you'll just have to let them figure it out on their own."

On the Way to Bethesda

Harm is leaning heavily on the railing as he tries to make it down the stairs to the car. Mac wraps her arm around his waist and tries to assist him. She caringly says, "Harm, you obviously hurt yourself, whether it's your head, your back, or your knee. Why do you insist on fighting me on this?"

Harm mocks, "Because I'm a Marine, and I can take care of myself."

Mac looks at him with her mouth gaping open, "Can you please repeat that when I have a tape recorder handy so that I can share it with all your pilot buddies?"

Harm fires back, "You wouldn't dare!"

Mac just shakes her head at him, exasperated with all of it. She helps him get into the car and starts driving towards Bethesda. She looks over and realizes that he is leaning his head against the window. She gently shakes his arm, "Harm?"

Harm opens his eyes and turns towards Mac, who is dressed in an exquisite green dress that hugs all of her curves in all the right places. The color is beautiful on her, not Marine green, but more of an emerald. He smiles, and takes her hand in his, "How much longer till we get to the ball?"

She is more worried about him now that she was before. He definitely has a concussion at the very least. Rather than starting another argument, and hoping he doesn't pass out before they get to the hospital, she curls her fingers around his hand and says, "We'll be there soon."

She stops at a traffic signal, and turns her windshield wipers on as the light drizzle that was falling has turned into a downpour. Harm lightly traces the bones on her hand, "Do you think we could go back to my place tonight after the ball?"

Mac can barely concentrate with the emotions that he in conjuring up with his ministrations. She manages to squeak out, "Why?"

He gives her a soft smile, "It's perfect weather for making love."