A/N: Thank you all so much for all of your beautiful reviews, they made me laugh! :D

0203hours
Harm and Mac's bed
USS Terminal

"Mac" whispered Harm.

"Mmrrrghhh?" replied Mac groggily.

"I'm cold" complained Harm.

"Then take some blanket" she said, not feeling quite awake yet.

"But you're taking up all the room in the bed" sighed Harm.

Mac groaned, draping herself all over Harm and nuzzling her face in the crook of his neck.

"See? All warm now, Goodnight, Harmy" replied Mac, dozing back off to sleep.

Oh boy, did Harmon Rabb feel warm, but he needed a cold shower at the same time. He ignored the feelings that were coming up with this kind of close contact and tried to focus on the comfort that Mac being so close brought him. Twenty minutes later, he was sound asleep.

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0734hours
Harm and Mac's quarters
USS Terminal

Waking up was just the cold shower that Harmon Rabb, Jr. needed. The once warm bed was cold, empty and Macless.
He was beginning to stretch when Mac walked in, fully dressed in her uniform and towel drying her hair.

"Morning, Flyboy" she greeted him.

"Morning Mac... ohhh, do I smell pancakes?" asked Harm.

"Well, as a matter of fact, yes you do. This is the Skipper's way of apologising for having us to share a bed" replied Mac, handing Harm a plate of chocolate-chip pancakes.

"He deserves a medal for it" said Harm quietly.

"What was that?" asked Mac, clearly hearing what he just said.

"The pancakes. He deserves a medal for the pancakes" covered Harm.

"I believe he does" smirked Mac, going along with Harm. "Anyway, get dressed, get showered, we are talking to Ensign Jessica Hinters in thirty six minutes and counting" said Mac, leaning over and ripping off a piece of Harm's pancake.

"Yes Ma'am" replied Harm, jumping out of bed and heading to the bathroom.

0810hours
Skipper's office
USS Terminal

"Ensign Jessica Hinters, you came to us yesterday on the fantail, offering information concerning the incident, are you still willing to disclose this information, on the record?" questioned Harm, leaning on the table.

"Yes, Sir, I am" replied the Ensign.

"And what may this information be?" enquired Mac, leaning against the far wall with her feet crossed.

"Well... I walked in on Commander Williams and Lieutenant Preston doing..." answered Jessica, twirling her hand in a clockwise motion.

"Oh..." said Harm, his eyes widening at the thought.

"So they were having intercourse?" asked Mac.

"Yes, Ma'am, like a brush scrubbing a toilet" clarified Jessica.

"Uh, interesting analogy..." replied Mac, positively never going to be able to scrub her toilet again without thinking about this case. "Is that all?" asked Mac.

"For now" Jessica paused to think "I know where to find you, so if something comes to mind, I will" replied Jessica.

"Dismissed" said Mac, standing up.

"Aye aye, Ma'am, Sir" answered Jessica, standing at attention, then proceeding to exit the Skipper's office.

"Well that was eventful" said Mac.

"Yeah, not quite what I was hoping for, but it has motive. Hey Mac, I was thinking about..." Harm was cut off by a knock at the door.

"Enter" they barked.

The door opened and the skipper entered.

Harm and Mac, in full shock, stood at attention and simultaneously said "sorry, Sir!".

"At ease, Commander, Major, you had no idea who was on the other side of the door, what have you found so far?" enquired the skipper.

"Well, it appears that Williams and Preston were involved in a sexual, if not romantic relationship" said Harm.

"I had a feeling about those two... always very clingy around each other" snarled the skipper.

"What do you mean?" questioned Mac.

"Well they were always very reluctant to leave each other when I had assigned them to different parts of the ship, and then during breaks they would spend every second with each other, and after this incident, it's almost tragic, I can't help but feel sorry for them" sighed the skipper.

"I don't mean to seem out of line, but why?" asked Harm, confused.

"Real love like that doesn't come along often, Commander" replied the skipper, exiting the room.

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0942hours
Harm and Mac's quarters
USS Terminal

"Harm, the autopsy report on Lieutenant JG Emily Harwood has just been faxed over" said Mac, handing Harm the report.

"Thanks. Do you know who did the autopsy?" questioned Harm.

"I believe it was Commander Elliott" replied Mac.

"Commander Elliott? As in Commander Catherine Elliott?" re-asked Harm, eyes wide.

"Uh, yeah, that's what the file says" said Mac, pointing at the name on the front of the file. "Why, you know her? Date her? Save her from falling off a building? Make cookies with her?" quizzed Mac. "I bet she's HOT!"

"Maaaaaaaaccc" groaned Harm.

"Well, well, well? Marine got your tongue? Spill the details, sailor!" ordered Mac.

"Okay, firstly, I did not date her, she was not falling off a building, and I did not make cookies or any other type of food with her. She did the autopsies back when I was still partnered with Kate, she helped close a lot of our toughest cases. And yes, she was rather attractive, but not as attractive as others" replied Harm.

"Ohh, really? Who's hotter then, Hooha?" smirked Mac.

"You." He casually replied, tapping her nose with his finger, flashing his knee-buckling flyboy smile and then exiting the room.

"Damn Rabb" huffed Mac, feeling rather embarrassed.

1120hours
Skipper's office
USS Terminal

Harm and Mac had agreed to do their own separate enquiries for two hours afterwards and were to meet up in the skipper's office for morning tea.

"What did you find?" asked Harm, taking a bite of his biscuit.

"This probably won't stand up in court, but Hinters said that Taylor Preston was having an affair with a computer engineer, Kirt Mayna, but she has no way of proving it" sighed Mac.

"I read the autopsy report, Catherine is stumped on this one" said Harm.

"It isn't that difficult, is it? We already know that Emily Harwood died from drowning" replied Mac, handing Harm a cup of coffee.

"That's what she'd thought originally too. Harwood was already dead when she was pushed into the ocean, she choked on something, which killed her, but it was removed through a neat incision through the abdomen into the stomach. Whoever did this has serious surgical training" said Harm.

"What do you think could have been used to get the piece of something she choked on out of her stomach?" asked Mac, pulling out the autopsy photos.

"It looks like one of the knives I cook with, so maybe someone in mess cut her open?" suggested Harm.

"No, the cut is to serrated, no one uses knives like that to cook with. What about navy issue boot knives? That could have easily made the cut" said Mac.

"Well that leaves everyone on this damn ship as suspects, but I do like your idea" replied Harm.

"And those knives have serial numbers" replied Mac with a twinkle in her eye.

1245hours
JAG Headquarters
Falls Church, Virginia

Bud Roberts was working on his witness list for his latest case, a Petty Officer who was claiming to have been attacked and robbed by two Navy Commanders on the street.

Suddenly, the phone rang, surprising Bud so much he jumped three feet and banged his knees on the bottom of his desk.

"Ouchhh Lieutenant Roberts speaking" he hissed into the phone.

"Uh, something wrong, Bud?" questioned Harm.

"No, not at all sir, I guess I was concentrating a little too hard and the phone gave me a bit of a fright. How's the USS Terminal? What about the major? Oh, wait, wait, wait, what can I help you with? Because I'm assuming this isn't a social call because they cost a bit" rambled Bud.

"I need you to cross reference any kind of medical training with all of the crew onboard this ship, and to see if anyone has ordered a new boot knife since the date of the murder" replied Harm.

Bud quickly jotted notes down to Harm's request.

"Okay, sir, got it. Also, Commander Elliott called earlier, she was looking into what Emily Harwood choked on, and she's fairly certain it was a board game piece, most likely Monopoly" said Bud.

A/N: I couldn't resist doing the Catherine Elliott thing, it's such an awesome name :D