The bedroom was a pale peach. The deep red curtains complented it and matched the bed spread. The bedframe, night stands, and dresser were all made of cherry.

"Woah."

"Told you it was great." she smiled as she retrieved her bags from the living area and began unpacking. "The bathroom's porcelain. Except for the jade jacuzzi tub and glass shower."

Harm cocked an eyebrow. "You know it's porcelain just by glancing at it?"

"I'm a woman, Harm. I have to know these things. That way, if my boyfriend gets me something fake, I have a head start on kicking his a**."

'Or,' she thought, 'I just saw this place on the Travel Channel.'

Mac chuckled.

"Imagining kicking my six?"Harm inquired.

She grinned. "YOU'RE not my boyfriend. You're my partner."

"Whatever you want to call me, we'll still be sleeping together tonight."

Mac managed to shoot him a VERY dirty look.

"In the same bed," Harm quickly amended.

"By the way, Mac,"

"Yeah?"

"Do you always skip the bases and go straight for home?"

That remark earned him a pillow to the head.

"Jerk! I'm-"

"Hungry, I know." He laughed. "You're always hungry."

"Mac smiled nostalgically. "Lunch time."

As they started out the door and toward the elevator, Harm questioned her.

"You already had lunch."

"That was elevencies, thank you very much. I'm on hobbit time now."

"Does that mean we'll be having tea in an hour?"

"Not unless you're drinking it. I usually have a coke and cookies."

Harm gaped in disbelief as they stepped off the elevator.

"How do you stay so skinny eating, EVERYTHING?"

"Fast metabolism,"she grinned. "And leaving you to eat my dust every time we run together."

Harm snorted as he followed her out of the hotel.

As the valet brought the car around, they discussed lunch.

"So, where do you want to eat?"

Mac pointed at a golden arch down the strip. "How 'bout there?"

"McDonald's?!" Harm exclaimed.

"It's no Beltway Burger, but it'll work."

"Alright, but can I say something first?"

"Shoot."

"You're strange."

"Um, thanks Harm." Mac replied as she got into the Mustang.

"Actually, let's go to Wendy's."

"Why the sudden change of heart?"

"Woman's perogative, flyboy. They have better rabbit food."

"Aw Mac, I'm touched."

"And frosties."

"And there's the ulterior motive."

Mac playfully smacked his arm.

"Okay, eat in or drive through?" Harm asked.

"Drive through. I want to check out the casino before dinner and the autopsy."

"Right. What do you want to eat?"

"A frosty."

Harm arched his eyebrows skeptically. "That's all? A frozen chocolate shake?"

"Yeah. I was kidding about the hobbit time."

"Your call."

The restaurant speaker box flashed. "Welcome to Wendy's. May I take your order?"

"Yes ma'am. I'd like a mandarin salad, a large frosty, and two large cokes please."

"$5.79 next window."

Harm drove around and they waited.

"Thanks. May I have another spoon please?"

"Sure." The girl tossed the spoon into the bag. "Have a nice day." she muttered.

Harm began the two minute drive back to their hotel.

"What's the other spoon for," Mac asked.

"The frosty. I wanna try it."

"Alright." Mac rummaged through the bag. "Good thing you asked for a second spoon, 'cuz that's the only one they gave us."

Harm snorted. "Go figure."

"You can use mine. I promise I won't spit in the frosty."