A/N: Disclaimer's same as always. Thanks to caldosh for pointing the error out to me!

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"So he says 'This injury's going to be life altering for him.'" Mac said in mid-chew, her Beltway burger in one hand, and her drink in the other. Harm laughed and grinned, still couldn't believe the petty officer actually did it. "So how's your mountain of work doing?"

"It could be better." He replied, thinking back to the never-ending pile of files and folders sitting on 'his' desk. The commander looked around him. It was a beautiful day outside so the two officers sat on a picnic table in a nearby park. The skies were blue with a white cloud here and there; the grass beneath was healthy and green. "At least I don't have a case with a petty officer with strong sexual urges to add to the previous cases like the bigamy, the peeping tom…"

"All right, all right, you made your point."

"I'm glad I have.  Anyways, I've got a ton of BUPERS to update, budgeting to submit to the admiral, plus, I've got cases I need to stamp."

"I guess you won't be up for dinner then tonight."

"Depends what we're having." A smile quickly took over Harmon Rabb Jr.'s face.

"Well… it's my night to cook… I'm thinking pasta."

"Count me in."

"I thought you had too much work to do." Mac said

"No no, I thought YOU had too much work to do with your conduct unbecoming and all."

"1900?"

"Yep. Your place. Won't be late."

"Riiiiiiiiiight." Mac was already walking away with her trash in hand.

"No! Honest!" Harm shouted running after her.

***

1410
JAG Headquarters

"Bud! Where's that report?" Harm barked when he entered the bullpen with his Marine partner close behind.

"Uh… Right here sir." Bud handed him the report and quickly went back to work.

Harm continued to walk till he reached 'his' office. Tiner gave him a list of messages including an admiral that was checking in to see if all hell has broken loose yet. With a sigh he slunk into the admiral's comfy chair and flipped on ZNN.

All right Rabb, You can do this. He thought to himself, okay, budgeting. Expenses… flight tickets… hotels…

***

1922
Mac's apartment

Mac was putting the final touches on the pasta and stuffed it into the oven when the doorbell rang. She quickly wiped her hands clean with a towel and opened the door.

"You're late." She said with a smile

"Oh I can hear you gloating now." Harm countered and gave her a single red rose.

"Thanks." She placed a kiss on his cheek and proceeded to the kitchen. "Pasta's going to be ready in a few minute, have a seat." She then felt a pair of arms encircling her waist and leaned backwards.

"You missed." He kissed her on the lips and nibbled her neck.

"Mmmm…" she said dreamily "If you don't stop, our dinner will be burnt to a crisp inside the oven."

"Some romantic you are." Harm immediately let go of her and leaned against a counter. "So how's your case going?"

"Commander Danson offered to the petty officer, loss of pay and demotion to seaman." Mac said waiting for her pasta to be done. "The judge tried to contain herself and not laugh but she was unsuccessful. I told the Danson I would pass the offer on to the petty officer."

"It's a good offer, considering…" Harm reached over to grab the non-alcoholic wine beside the stove and poured out two glasses, one for Mac and one for himself.

"Yah, considering…" She giggled at the thought of the petty officer at the hospital. "Say, Harm, have you ever done something like that?"

"Like what?"

"You know."

"No… I don't know."

"Have you ever stuck… it… in somewhere?"

"Oh god, I can't believe you're actually asking me this."

"What? I'm curious."

Harm's face began to turn redder and redder.

"Well um… I uh…" Suddenly, a loud beep started emanating from the oven. Mac eyed Harm once and opened the oven door, brought out the grilled pasta as he quickly went set the table, thankful for the interruption. And knowing Mac, the conversation wasn't over.

***

Around the same time
Roberts' home.

"Can you believe the guy Harriet? He stuck it in…"

"That must be one of the funniest cases to do. How's the Colonel going to be serious during the trial?"

"I don't know hun, but I think she's going for an offer. But I still can't get over the fact that the petty officer stuck it in."

"Stuck what in Daddy?" AJ chirped in, poking his head into the kitchen to see if dinner was ready.

"Uh…" The two lieutenants looked at each other and wondered how they would answer the little boy.

"Stuck his toys inside the… toy chest AJ."

"The petty officer stuck his toys in a toy chest daddy? Isn't that what you're suppose to do?"

"Yah hon, that's what you're suppose to do." said Harriet, restraining from laughter and left Bud to answer the questions and tended to the dinner.

"But why is the petty officer getting in trouble for it?"

"Well honey, the toys went into the wrong… chest."

"Why? What's wrong with it?"

"Uh…" Bud was speechless. AJ was going through the ask-about-everything stage of his life.

"Yeah honey, what's wrong with it?" Harriet asked Bud, teasing him.

"Well… there's a certain way that the toys go in… a chest and… this chest was too small for the toy… and… uh… well it got stuck in the chest and couldn't get it back out."

"So did he finally get it back out?"

"Uh… yeah he did actually."

"But you said it was stuck."

"It was stuck, you see these… toy… rescuers… came to… save the toy from the chest."

"Oh… okay." AJ said and went to play with his train set.

Bud breathed in relief, thankful that the question and answer period was over. He looked over to Harriet over at the sink and saw a smug look on her face.

"Toy rescuers?" She asked

"What? Like you could have done better."

"Yeah, but… Toy rescuers?"

Bud just shook his head and returned to peeling the potatoes.

A/N: How was it? I dunno… Pls review!