Standard disclaimer, by the way, thanks for the reviews, I really appreciate them, and the Rocket is the oldest cheer in the history of the United States Military Academy, it even has hand motions to go with it, and even though it is stupid, all the old grads love it

1600
Washington D.C. Police Department
Somewhere in Washington D.C.

Harm unfortunately had yet another Army-Navy related incident to investigate. Somehow another group of soldiers and sailors had managed to get into a fight, how Harm was still not sure, considering that all of the soldiers and sailors that were stupid enough to continue this fighting were either in the brig or were on probation. These servicemen, however, seemed to multiply. Luckily Harm had finished his interviews with the police officers that broke up the fight early enough to enact his plan. He reached into his pocket and, grabbing his cell phone, he dialed a familiar number.

"Tiner, this is Commander Rabb, may I speak with the Admiral . . . Okay . . . Admiral, I was wondering if I could return home today without returning to work . . . Yes, my interviews are done . . . Thank you Admiral." Harm hung up his phone and placed it in his pocket as he walked to his car, things were staring to look up.

1700
Harm's Apartment
North of Union Station

Harm entered his apartment just in time to hear the phone start to ring. He then rushed to his desk, waiting for the phone to ring several times. Right before the answering machine would pick up, he answered the phone, imitating his anwering machine's message.

"You have reached Lt. Commander Harmon Rabb, I'm not here to answer the phone right now, leave a message and I'll return your call as soon as possible." Then he stood in his living room silent, waiting for what he knew was coming.

"Hail, Alma Mater dear . . ."

"Please don't" he replied, cutting off the voice on the other end.

"Oh my God Harm, that's not funny, you can really scare someone like that." The slightly shaken voice answered back.

Harm chuckled lightly in return, "You were the one harassing me with all these messages on my machine. How long were you planning on doing that anyway?"

"Only until Army kicks Navy's ass in the Army-Navy game."

This time Harm responded with full out laughter, "Okay, in your dreams maybe."

"Whatever Rabb, we'll just see on Saturday wont we. By the way" she continued after a short pause, "are you going."

"To the game? Nope, couldn't get tickets, I was too busy."

"Well then your in luck."

"Why is that."

"I have four tickets, and since I just moved to town, I have no one to go with. That's actually why I was calling. One, do you want one of the tickets, and two, do you know anyone else we could invite?"

"Well, I'd love to come, and guess who's in town now too."

"Who?"

"Sturgis."

"No way."

"Yeah," Harm responded laughing slightly, "the bubblehead surfaced for air almost two years ago."

"Okay, but just to warn you, we'll be sitting in the good section."

"Oh, no, not surrounded by a bunch of Army losers."

"Yeah, but there good seats, being a full bird Colonel has your advantages." (A/N, I know that, as you find out that this person is a little young to be so high up in the chain of command, but this story doesn't take place in the real world, so bear with me)

"Wow, congratulations."

"Thanks. So anyway do you know anyone that would like to spend the day with a bubblehead, a flyboy and, well, me."

"I think I have a friend who might be interested, I'll check it out."

"Okay, just give me a call, and we'll set up a time to meet and everything."

"Okay, it was good talking to you again."
"Yeah, you too Harm, bye."

"Bye." Harm then hung up the phone, only to pick it up and to punch in very familiar digits.

"Mackenzie"

"Hey, Mac, what's up?"

"Nothing much. Where were you this afternoon?"

"Just conducting some more interviews. Anyway, a friend of mine had an extra ticket to the Army-Navy game this weekend, I was wondering if you would like to come."

"Sure Harm, are we going with anyone I know?"

"Um, possibly Sturgis and a friend named Chris from the Academy. . . Oh, sorry Mac, that's my other line. I'll call you later with the plans."

"Okay, see you at work tomorrow."

"Bye, Mac." Then Harm switched lines, only to hear his mother's familiar voice.

"Hi, mom."