Mac arrived a minute later and immediately stood at attention next to Harm. She looked at him sideways, but couldn't see his face well enough to know if he had, in fact, gotten spanked for his idiotic behavior. His ears were a bit red though…

"Before we get started," the Admiral began, "I want to get one thing straight. There will be no more pranks, no more blackmail, no more bets and no more anything else that remotely resembles the crap you two have pulled lately. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Sir," Harm answered quickly.

"Major?" the Admiral said warningly.

"Yes Sir," she answered reluctantly.

"What's the problem, Major?" Admiral Chegwidden asked.

"Nothing, Sir." Mac said, staring straight ahead.

"Good. At ease."

Mac suddenly had an idea. "Sir, may we sit?"

"The meeting won't be that long, Major. And it will be even shorter if I can just get to what we need to talk about."

"Yes Sir," Mac said petulantly.

After covering the active cases for the rest of the week, the Admiral dismissed his two best lawyers. They snapped to attention and turned to leave. "Major MacKenzie," he called after her. Harm left the office without hesitation. Mac turned around slowly. "I'm not going to say it again – it's done. And don't think I don't know what you were trying to do when you asked if you could sit down." Mac looked down guiltily. "Do it again, and you'll be the one having trouble sitting. Are we clear?"

"Yes Sir," Mac answered, a bit more humbly this time.

"So," he continued, "what were you two arguing about anyway?"

"Um, you really don't want to know Sir," Mac answered slowly.

The Admiral gave her a look then decided that she was probably right. "Dismissed."

* * * * *

Later that morning, Harm poked his head in Mac's office. "Busy?"

"Come on in," she said, smiling kindly. "Are you ok?"

"I've been doing all of my work standing up, but I'll live," he shrugged. "Are you ok?"

"That bad, huh?" Harm looked away for a second making Mac feel slightly guilty. "I have a bruise on my left thigh the size of Montana, but yeah. I'm fine."

Harm sobered and pushed his hands into his pockets and rocked a little bit on his heels. "Listen, Mac, I'm really sorry. I wasn't trying to hurt you. It will never happen again"

"I know. Like the Admiral said, it's over."

"Ok," Harm nodded. "But I still won," he grinned.

"And I'm still right," Mac countered.

A clearing throat outside Mac's office made them both stop smiling immediately. The Admiral gave them a warning look and then kept walking.

"You know what?" Harm asked. "Let's just agree to disagree."

"Good idea."