Disclaimer: I own nothing…I'm just playing with them.

This is not a Christmas one, just one I had sitting finished and thought I'd share…

This one's for me because I need it….

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Due to the arrival of their new housemate, Harm and Mac's plans for the afternoon were seriously curtailed. Instead they had to rely on some hand holding and a level of affection appropriate to their audience.

"How did you two meet?" Sister Mary Margaret asked.

Harm and Mac looked at each other. "Well, we met in the Rose Garden at the White House," Mac smiled.

"Oh my, the actual White House, was it?" she asked.

"Yes," said Harm. "Then we got to work together at JAG Headquarters in Falls Church, Virginia."

"JAG?" questioned the nun.

"Judge Advocate General, Harm and I are lawyers in the military," Mac explained.

"Like the Army?" Sister asked.

Harm smiled, nobody in their branches of service likedthe Army.

"Yes, Harm's in the Navy and I'm in the Marines," Mac said.

"Oh, so you are a sailor, Harmon and Sarah, a Marine, I didn't know they allowed women in the Marines," she said.

"They have for some time now." Mac smiled proudly.

"Your parents must be so proud of both of you, serving your country so well," Sister Mary Margaret said.

"They are all very proud," answered Harm. Certain that the afternoon was not going to be spent reliving the traumas associated with their parents. Mac smiled gratefully.

Over dinner, Sister Mary Margaret asked them questions about their wedding. Harm took Mac's hand and squeezed it realising they would have to continue to lie to a nun, but it would be for a good cause.

"It was a small, simple wedding," Harm started. "It was just Sarah and I and our best friends, Bud and Harriet…"

"Your parents didn't attend?" Sister asked surprised.

"Well, originally we were going to have a big wedding but we had to postpone it twice due to urgent assignments, so finally we just eloped. Our parents understood," offered Mac.

"That's good. And where did you get married?" she asked.

"In the chapel on base," answered Harm

"Lovely. And the honeymoon?" she asked.

"A week at Graves Mountain Lodge, about 70 miles south of here," Mac lied.

"Terrific it was too," added Harm.

"I bet it was," Sister Mary Margaret smiled.

Harm blushed.

When the evening drew to a close, Mac offered the bed to Sister Mary Margaret. When she was settled for the night, Harm and Mac snuggled down on the sofa. He held Mac close and kissed her forehead.

"Why did you tell her we were married?" he whispered.

"I didn't – when you left we were chatting and she referred to you as my husband and given what she had walked in on I didn't want to correct her. Then I made the rest up. Do you mind?" Mac asked, running her hand over his chest.

"Not in the least." He kissed her tenderly. "I'll marry you any day."

"I'll keep you to that, Flyboy."

Not long after dawn a loud knocking woke them up. Harm opened the door and was greeted by a young man wearing dirty blue overalls and baseball cap with Mike's Mechanics embroidered across the front.

"You guys the ones with the blue sedan out yonder?" he asked gruffly.

"Yes, well, it's Sister Mary Margaret's. Ours is the red Corvette down an embankment nearly two miles that way," Harm replied.

"Oh, didn't see that one. Do you all need a tow?" asked the man.

"Yeah, we do," answered Harm.

"If you come with me, we can load up the Corvette first and then hitch up the sedan," the man explained.

So it was that an hour later all three had been rescued and were sitting in Arthur's, a small run down café, across the road from the garage.

"Morning folks," said a short, bald man, wiping his greasy hands on a rag as he approached their table and interrupted their breakfast. "Now, I've had a look at the cars and I should be able to get the sedan on the road within the hour."

"And the Corvette?" asked Mac, not sure if she wanted to be heading off so soon.

"Not looking so good, ma'am, she needs a lot of front end work. While it looked like you hit a snow bank there was actually a big tree stump in it, sorry," the mechanic replied.

"What do we do now?" she asked no one in particular.

"Well ma'am, I suggest you call your insurance company and they'll arrange to have it brought back to the city and repaired," he said.

"Sarah, Harmon, I could drive you back to Washington," offered Sister Mary Margaret.

"That's very generous, Sister, but it's in the complete opposite direction of where you are headed. We'll be right," said Harm.

"We will?" wondered Mac.

"Sure, I'll be back." Harm left and called Bud again. He knew there were plenty of things Bud would prefer to do on his holiday Monday but as he already knew that Harm and Mac required assistance this call would not be a surprise.

"Bud will be here by 1100," Harm said sitting back down at the table. "He was already on his way."

"Why was he already on his way, Harmon?" Sister Mary Margaret asked.

"I left a message with him yesterday to say we'd had an accident and he got it this morning, so he was coming to look," Harm lied. All these lies to a nun will send me right to hell, Harm thought to himself.

After breakfast Harm and Mac walked the Sister over to pick up her car. Harm handed her his business card and made her promise to call him in the next day or so, just to let them know she had arrived safely and all was well. Sister Mary Margaret promised to do so, thanked them profusely for their hospitality and care and promised to pray for them. They waved her off and decided to take a stroll around town while they waited for Bud.

It was a quick stroll as it was a small town so they settled back into the café booth.

"Now, Harm, where were we when we were interrupted yesterday?" Mac asked, moving closer to him.

"I'm not sure, Mac, you might have to remind me," Harm smiled.

Mac moved around to his side of the table and slid her hand up the inside of his thigh.

"Ring any bells," she whispered into his ear.

"Ah…not yet," he mumbled.

She moved her hand higher and higher before brushing her lips against his.

"Ding, dong," he said responding favourably to her kiss.

"Coffee?" the waitress asked abruptly.

"Oh, ah, yes thanks," Harm managed regaining his composure.

"City folk," she muttered walking back to the counter.

"I don't think she approves of our form of entertainment," Mac offered.

"Maybe we should cool it a bit – Bud should be here shortly anyway," Harm said, watching the door.

"On one condition…." Mac said.

"And what would that be?" Harm asked turning back to her.

"That this afternoon when we get back, it's you, me and no interruptions." She kissed him again.

"I could manage that," Harm laughed kissing her back quickly before the waitress put the mugs of coffee on the table.

"Good morning, how are you both?" Bud asked surprising them.

"Fine thanks, Bud. Thanks for coming," said Harm.

"No problems, I couldn"t leave you out here. Heaven knows what you'd get up to," Bud smiled.

"Heaven already knows," Mac laughed.

"What?" asked Bud missing the joke.

"Heaven knows what we got up to," Mac stated.

"We had a nun to keep us company," Harm added.

Bud shook his head, he knew they hadn't been drinking but was beginning to think they had sustained a head trauma in the accident.

"You about ready to go?" he asked them finally.

"Yeah," they answered in unison, they were more than ready to get out of here and into their plans for the rest of the day.

Half an hour before they reached the city, Bud pulled the car into the car park of a McDonald's store. "Sorry guys," he said, "a call of nature."

As soon as Bud was out of sight Harm turned to Mac who was sitting in the back.

"My place or yours?" he asked quickly.

"Huh?" said Mac who had been sleeping peacefully.

"Are we going to my place or yours? You know you, me and no interruptions." Mac smiled, that was exactly what she had been dreaming of. "Well?"

"Patience is a virtue, Harmon," Mac said, imitating Sister Mary Margaret.

"Bud will be back and we need a plan," Harm said.

"Well, it will have to be your place because I don't have a car to drive you home, do I?" Mac reminded him.

"Oh, right – my place it is. You haven't changed your mind have you?" he asked somewhat nervously.

Mac shook her head.

"Bad news I'm afraid," Bud said, easing himself back into the driver's seat.

"What?" they answered loudly in unison, surprising Bud.

"We need to be at Andrews by 1530 hours for a flight out to the Ulysses," he explained looking from one to the other.

"We, who? You and me or you and Mac?" Harm asked, not that it mattered as either way their plans were shot.

"We, as in the three of us," Bud clarified.

"Isn't Sturgis already on the Ulysses in the Beaumont investigation?" asked Mac.

"Yes he is," answered Bud.

"So what's so damned important about the Beaumont matter that it takes four JAG lawyers," said Harm annoyed.

Bud took a deep breath. "The fact that one of those lawyers is MIA."