New Year's Eve
Harm's Apartment
Washington, DC
Everyone was gathered at Harm's for the infamous dropping of the ball. He and Mac were cuddled up on the couch. They had figured out his mother's little plan when they arrived home a few days ago to find his apartment literally covered in mistletoe. Later, they found out that it was Harriet's doing, and they finally decided to embrace the idea of being together. Their mother, and everyone they knew, were ecstatic about the idea.
The doorbell rang, and Mac jumped up to answer it. Much to her, and everyone else's surprise, the Admiral had accepted Harm's invitation, and was standing on the door mat.
"Hello, Colonel!" the Admiral smiled. "I've heard the great news, and I've decided to come say hello!"
"Thank you, sir." She grinned. "Come on in and have a snack. We're waiting for the ball to drop. Join the party." She invited.
"Well, thank you, Colonel." He accepted and stepped inside.
"Oh, and by the way, sir..for tonight, just call me Mac. I'd like to think of us all as friends here." She added happily.
"Duly noted." He grinned and nodded. "Hey Commander..uh, I mean Harm...This place is really nice. You can afford this on just your salary from JAG? Just kidding.." He waved.
"I know, sir." Harm laughed. "Have a seat."
"Only ten minutes left..." Harriet gasped excitedly. "And then it'll be 2003. Oh, I get so excited around this time every year!" she squealed, clapping her hands.
"It's alright Harriet..." said Sturgis nervously. "Don't get too excited."
Bud wobbled over to her and wrapped her in a hug. Little AJ wrapped himself around his mother's leg, and then threw his arms into the air, gazing expectantly at his father. Bud laughed and picked up his son, swinging him onto his back and walking slowly into the kitchen.
Mac was the next person to come into the small kitchen. She got herself a non-alcoholic strawberry dackery, smiled at Bud and little AJ, and then returned to her spot on the couch next to Harm. The Admiral was perched in a chair adjacent to the couch by the time Bud made it back into the living room with little AJ. He handed his son to Harriet, and gazed at the television. There was only five minutes until the ball was going to drop. Mac scowled in disgust.
"What's wrong?" asked Harm, a shocked and worried look on his face.
"That clock has been 32 seconds off all night, and it's driving me crazy!" she whined.
Harm laughed, and she glared at him. "Sorry, it's just, I'm betting that they just don't realize how 'off' they are. How do you do that, anyway?" he asked.
"Maybe one day, you'll find out." Mac smiled, and gave him a kiss.
The Admiral blinked. "Sorry," he said. "Don't mind me. I'm just..not used to this whole setting.." He laughed.
The whole room bust out laughing at the look on the Admiral's face..Until Harriet reminded them what time it was. There was only sixty seconds until the ball was to drop. The whole room hushed in anticipation.
The count down began. Everyone in the room joined in, except Harm, who just stared expectantly at the television.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three.two.one!" Mac counted. "Happy New Year!"
Harriet threw a wad of confetti that blanketed the living room. Mac turned to Harm, and gasped. Suddenly, the whole room quieted once again as they saw what was happening. Harm was smiling at Mac, and he was on his knees. From out of his pocket, he pulled the small box that his grandmother gave him, presenting it to Mac.
"Will you marry me, Mac?" he asked, opening the box for her.
She smiled, and wrapped him in a hug. "Yes." She whispered. "I will."
Harm's grandmother was the first to start clapping, followed by Trish, Frank, Harriet and Bud, and finally everyone else.
"I thought I would give you a really good New Year's present." Harm laughed.
"I'd say you did a heck of a good job." Mac smiled. "Happy new year, Flyboy.."
Everyone was gathered at Harm's for the infamous dropping of the ball. He and Mac were cuddled up on the couch. They had figured out his mother's little plan when they arrived home a few days ago to find his apartment literally covered in mistletoe. Later, they found out that it was Harriet's doing, and they finally decided to embrace the idea of being together. Their mother, and everyone they knew, were ecstatic about the idea.
The doorbell rang, and Mac jumped up to answer it. Much to her, and everyone else's surprise, the Admiral had accepted Harm's invitation, and was standing on the door mat.
"Hello, Colonel!" the Admiral smiled. "I've heard the great news, and I've decided to come say hello!"
"Thank you, sir." She grinned. "Come on in and have a snack. We're waiting for the ball to drop. Join the party." She invited.
"Well, thank you, Colonel." He accepted and stepped inside.
"Oh, and by the way, sir..for tonight, just call me Mac. I'd like to think of us all as friends here." She added happily.
"Duly noted." He grinned and nodded. "Hey Commander..uh, I mean Harm...This place is really nice. You can afford this on just your salary from JAG? Just kidding.." He waved.
"I know, sir." Harm laughed. "Have a seat."
"Only ten minutes left..." Harriet gasped excitedly. "And then it'll be 2003. Oh, I get so excited around this time every year!" she squealed, clapping her hands.
"It's alright Harriet..." said Sturgis nervously. "Don't get too excited."
Bud wobbled over to her and wrapped her in a hug. Little AJ wrapped himself around his mother's leg, and then threw his arms into the air, gazing expectantly at his father. Bud laughed and picked up his son, swinging him onto his back and walking slowly into the kitchen.
Mac was the next person to come into the small kitchen. She got herself a non-alcoholic strawberry dackery, smiled at Bud and little AJ, and then returned to her spot on the couch next to Harm. The Admiral was perched in a chair adjacent to the couch by the time Bud made it back into the living room with little AJ. He handed his son to Harriet, and gazed at the television. There was only five minutes until the ball was going to drop. Mac scowled in disgust.
"What's wrong?" asked Harm, a shocked and worried look on his face.
"That clock has been 32 seconds off all night, and it's driving me crazy!" she whined.
Harm laughed, and she glared at him. "Sorry, it's just, I'm betting that they just don't realize how 'off' they are. How do you do that, anyway?" he asked.
"Maybe one day, you'll find out." Mac smiled, and gave him a kiss.
The Admiral blinked. "Sorry," he said. "Don't mind me. I'm just..not used to this whole setting.." He laughed.
The whole room bust out laughing at the look on the Admiral's face..Until Harriet reminded them what time it was. There was only sixty seconds until the ball was to drop. The whole room hushed in anticipation.
The count down began. Everyone in the room joined in, except Harm, who just stared expectantly at the television.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three.two.one!" Mac counted. "Happy New Year!"
Harriet threw a wad of confetti that blanketed the living room. Mac turned to Harm, and gasped. Suddenly, the whole room quieted once again as they saw what was happening. Harm was smiling at Mac, and he was on his knees. From out of his pocket, he pulled the small box that his grandmother gave him, presenting it to Mac.
"Will you marry me, Mac?" he asked, opening the box for her.
She smiled, and wrapped him in a hug. "Yes." She whispered. "I will."
Harm's grandmother was the first to start clapping, followed by Trish, Frank, Harriet and Bud, and finally everyone else.
"I thought I would give you a really good New Year's present." Harm laughed.
"I'd say you did a heck of a good job." Mac smiled. "Happy new year, Flyboy.."