Two weeks before the wedding.
1857
"There are rules for tonight." Mac stated as she stood in the living talking to Sturgis who had come to pick Harm up for his bachelor party.
"You're setting rules for his bachelor party?" Sturgis questioned.
"I could make it an order." Mac offered instead.
"Mac we're of the same rank." Sturgis pointed.
"Actually, I made Lieutenant Colonel a week before you made Commander and a couple months before Harm so technically I outrank you." Mac said crossing her arms across her stomach.
"Good point Your Honour. So what are these rules?"
"One, if he gets even the remotest bit drunk he's staying somewhere else tonight. I have a five month old daughter who I am not having woken up by her father coming home drunk. Two he has to stay off his ankle as much as possible he only came off the painkillers a couple of days ago."
"I can see your point with those." Sturgis agreed.
"Three, no strippers and four don't you tie him up anywhere. With that goes a warning that you better not do anything to disgrace the good name of the United States Navy, because I would prosecute you all to the hill."
"And fifth?" Sturgis prompted.
"Don't do anything to get arrested because everyone is under strict orders not to come and bail you out. We had enough trouble last time we're not going through it again."
"Again?" Sturgis asked.
"Bud, the Admiral and Harm got arrested at Bud's bachelor party, which was the night before his wedding."
"Harriet wasn't pleased." Harm said as made it to the bottom of the stairs.
"I wouldn't think she would be." Sturgis stated. "You know your fiancée has rules for tonight."
"I promise I won't come home drunk, I really don't think anyone would plan strippers with the Admiral there." He kissed her. "And I guarantee I won't be jumping off Norfolk dock."
"Harm, do you take this from her because she's a judge, she slightly outranks you or because she's a Marine?" Sturgis asked.
"Try all of the above and the other one you were too nice to mention." Harm said with his flyboy grin.
"Go now and have fun. You too Harm." Mac teased.
"Bye Mac." Sturgis said.
~ ~ ~
Somewhere in the Washington DC vicinity.
1003
An incessant ringing woke Harm from his sleep. He tried to raise his head but groaned from the pain. The ringing didn't stop, so he reach out his hand and grasped around until he found his cell phone and groggily managed to put it up to his ear.
"Up and at 'em Sailor." A voice on the other end said.
"What?" He asked.
"That's a nice way to talk to your fiancée." Mac said grinning to herself.
"Sorry. Hangover." He mumbled.
"So I guessed. Now tell me did you get that drunk before or after you all serenade all the cocktail waitresses at McMurphy's?" Mac inquired.
"Did someone have a spy in our mists?" Harm asked.
"Of course there was you invited him. He's got brown hair, if anyone asks he works for the State Department but he really works for the CIA and used to send us on bad missions, kind of goes by the name Clayton Webb ring any bells."
"Cute Mac, really cute. So how do you know what happened last night?" He asked.
"You left your wallet behind. They called this morning, I asked if you'd all behaved yourselves and I got some interesting stories."
"Was there a reason other than ridiculing me that you called and made me enter the hellish world of hangovers?" He asked.
"Yeah, I need to know where you ended up last night so I can come and pick you up. You promised to watch Jenny this afternoon while Harriet and I went over a few last minute details, before you went to pick your Mom up from the airport so she can come to my bridal shower tonight."
"Mac at this point I can barely remember my name let alone where I am, can you give me twenty minutes to wake up and find some aspirin. I call you back when I figure out where we ended up."
"I can cross one place off the list; you're not at Bud and Harriet's. Harriet called earlier as well to confirm our plans, Bud never made it home. Oh and if Webb is there tell him to call his mother. Somehow she got our number and wants to remind him of some dinner party he's supposed to be attending tonight."
"Okay. Call you back." He said blurring, hanging up he dropped the phone to the ground.
1857
"There are rules for tonight." Mac stated as she stood in the living talking to Sturgis who had come to pick Harm up for his bachelor party.
"You're setting rules for his bachelor party?" Sturgis questioned.
"I could make it an order." Mac offered instead.
"Mac we're of the same rank." Sturgis pointed.
"Actually, I made Lieutenant Colonel a week before you made Commander and a couple months before Harm so technically I outrank you." Mac said crossing her arms across her stomach.
"Good point Your Honour. So what are these rules?"
"One, if he gets even the remotest bit drunk he's staying somewhere else tonight. I have a five month old daughter who I am not having woken up by her father coming home drunk. Two he has to stay off his ankle as much as possible he only came off the painkillers a couple of days ago."
"I can see your point with those." Sturgis agreed.
"Three, no strippers and four don't you tie him up anywhere. With that goes a warning that you better not do anything to disgrace the good name of the United States Navy, because I would prosecute you all to the hill."
"And fifth?" Sturgis prompted.
"Don't do anything to get arrested because everyone is under strict orders not to come and bail you out. We had enough trouble last time we're not going through it again."
"Again?" Sturgis asked.
"Bud, the Admiral and Harm got arrested at Bud's bachelor party, which was the night before his wedding."
"Harriet wasn't pleased." Harm said as made it to the bottom of the stairs.
"I wouldn't think she would be." Sturgis stated. "You know your fiancée has rules for tonight."
"I promise I won't come home drunk, I really don't think anyone would plan strippers with the Admiral there." He kissed her. "And I guarantee I won't be jumping off Norfolk dock."
"Harm, do you take this from her because she's a judge, she slightly outranks you or because she's a Marine?" Sturgis asked.
"Try all of the above and the other one you were too nice to mention." Harm said with his flyboy grin.
"Go now and have fun. You too Harm." Mac teased.
"Bye Mac." Sturgis said.
~ ~ ~
Somewhere in the Washington DC vicinity.
1003
An incessant ringing woke Harm from his sleep. He tried to raise his head but groaned from the pain. The ringing didn't stop, so he reach out his hand and grasped around until he found his cell phone and groggily managed to put it up to his ear.
"Up and at 'em Sailor." A voice on the other end said.
"What?" He asked.
"That's a nice way to talk to your fiancée." Mac said grinning to herself.
"Sorry. Hangover." He mumbled.
"So I guessed. Now tell me did you get that drunk before or after you all serenade all the cocktail waitresses at McMurphy's?" Mac inquired.
"Did someone have a spy in our mists?" Harm asked.
"Of course there was you invited him. He's got brown hair, if anyone asks he works for the State Department but he really works for the CIA and used to send us on bad missions, kind of goes by the name Clayton Webb ring any bells."
"Cute Mac, really cute. So how do you know what happened last night?" He asked.
"You left your wallet behind. They called this morning, I asked if you'd all behaved yourselves and I got some interesting stories."
"Was there a reason other than ridiculing me that you called and made me enter the hellish world of hangovers?" He asked.
"Yeah, I need to know where you ended up last night so I can come and pick you up. You promised to watch Jenny this afternoon while Harriet and I went over a few last minute details, before you went to pick your Mom up from the airport so she can come to my bridal shower tonight."
"Mac at this point I can barely remember my name let alone where I am, can you give me twenty minutes to wake up and find some aspirin. I call you back when I figure out where we ended up."
"I can cross one place off the list; you're not at Bud and Harriet's. Harriet called earlier as well to confirm our plans, Bud never made it home. Oh and if Webb is there tell him to call his mother. Somehow she got our number and wants to remind him of some dinner party he's supposed to be attending tonight."
"Okay. Call you back." He said blurring, hanging up he dropped the phone to the ground.