A/N: Thank you for the responses I received on the first chapter of this new little grouping of one-shots. This next one takes place during Season 7, during Code of Conduct.

Oats

Sergei enters Harm's apartment, very happy to be in the United States and somewhere warm, well at least warmer than a Chechen prison. There is still snow here, but a lot less than in his Mother Russia. And thankfully, Harm's apartment is blessed with heat, something the prison definitely didn't have.

Harm asks from his perch at the stove, "Where were you?"

Sergei sets his bag on the counter, and replies, "I was getting us breakfast."

Harm inquires, "What did you get? I'm already making us breakfast."

Sergei pulls a few things out of the brown grocery bag, "Mashed potatoes and scrapple."

Harm makes a gagging sound, "Yuck! There is no way I am eating Scrapple. Meat is bad enough, but that stuff is just an imitation of meat. In fact, I don't even want to know what leftover scraps of pig they put in that. It's even worse than corned beef hash, and that is saying something. You know you aren't in prison anymore, you should have this oatmeal instead, it's the Rabb specialty."

Sergei takes one look in the pot, and replies, "Eew. That's prison food."

There is a knock on the door, Harm shrugs his shoulders, so Sergei answers it to find Mac on the other side. He envelops her in a warm hug, "Good morning, Colonel MacKenzie."

Mac returns the gesture in kind, "Good morning to you too Sergei, is Harm around?"

Sergei nods, and gestures for her to enter the apartment.

Harm, shocked by her presence this early in the morning inquires, "Mac, what's up?"

Mac states, "Well, apparently when you gave Mrs. Reese your card yesterday, you wrote my cell phone number on the back instead of yours."

Harm blushes, "Oops. Sorry, it must be force of habit. I'm definitely more used to calling your cell number than my own."

Mac looks hurt, "You mean I'm not on speed dial?"

Harm replies, "Yes, you are. But that's on my cell phone. Any other phone, I have to remember the actual digits to dial your number."

Mac says, "Well, she needs you to call her back. Something about an Army JAG attorney." She hands him a piece of paper, "Her information is on there."

Harm replies, "I'll call her back after breakfast."

Mac smiles, "Ok, but just so you know it's usually not good to keep a pregnant woman waiting."

She takes a look at the ingredients of the pot he is dumping into bowls, and wrinkles her nose. She shakes her head in the negative, at his unanswered question of should he pour three bowls. Walking over, she grabs an orange out of the fruit basket on the island instead, and makes her way to sit between Harm and Sergei at the table. She says, "I'm good with this. A little Vitamin C is good in the winter."

As she is peeling the orange, she asks Sergei, "Do you know the proper way to make oatmeal?"

Sergei replies, "Um no, not really. It isn't something that we consider a delicacy in Russia. Isn't oatmeal basically the same as gruel?"

Mac laughs, "It isn't well favored here either, unless of course you are a silly Navy Commander who eats a bunch of gross things for breakfast."

Harm chimes in, "Hey! Just because I load up on protein in the morning doesn't mean that every single thing I have for breakfast is gross. I thought you liked my omelets?"

Mac smiles, "I do, but don't you dare ever put a protein shake in front of me again. I about threw up." She turns to Sergei, "Now, the proper way to make oatmeal is this… First, you grab the bowl of oatmeal. Then, you add some nuts. Then, you add some fruit to help get rid of the plastery taste. Take everything and stir it all up, so it mixes together well. Lastly, you walk over to the trashcan, turn over the bowl and empty out the entire contents, and grab a donut instead."

Harm arches his eyebrows to his hairline, while Sergei is trying hard not to spew his breakfast all over the place laughing so hard.

Harm states, "Fine, see if I ever make you breakfast again."

Mac leans over and whispers in his ear, "Even if I spend the night? You do know that I expect someone to make the breakfast the morning after."

Harm smiles, answering quietly, "I'll have to remember that." He walks over to the sink, and rinses his dirty bowl out. He heads towards his bedroom, "I'm going to get dressed, and call Mrs. Reese back."

While Harm is in the bedroom, Sergei laughs telling Mac, "My poor brother hasn't realized that you are supposed to sow oats, not cook them."

Mac smiles, "Well, perhaps I will have to help him with that."

Sergei chokes on his orange juice. Harm, momentarily forgetting that Mac is there, rushes out of his room half dressed. He exclaims, "Sergei, are you alright?"

He swallows, "I'm fine, but the Colonel looks a little dazed."

Harm looks at Mac, who is widely smiling at Harm's current attire. He has on his long-sleeved white shirt only halfway buttoned, a pair of knit boxers, and socks. She chuckles, "Um Harm, not that I mind the view, but I don't think that is a regulation uniform. You might want to grab a pair of pants."

Harm folds his arms over his chest, "You don't like my attire?"

Mac slowly glances up and down his body, and bats her eyes at him, "Oh, I like it just fine, but the Admiral might object to it."

Harm sighs, "Actually, I am not headed into JAG this morning. And Sergei, I'm sorry we will have to check out the enclave later. I need to go meet Mrs. Reese. Apparently, the Army JAG conducted a field investigation for General Watson, and he asked to see her. She asked if I would accompany her as legal representation."

Mac nods, "Go ahead, I'll cover with the Admiral for you. Just don't forget to walk her to the car this time."

Harm shakes his head, walking back to his bedroom to finish dressing. He calls over his shoulder, "By the way Mac, this shirt would look much better on you in the morning."