"~ From the halls of Montezuma

To the shores of Tripoli,

We fight our country's battles

In the air, on land, and sea.

First to fight for right and freedom,

And to keep our honor clean,

We are proud to claim the title

Of United States Marines.

Our flag's unfurl'd to every breeze

From dawn to setting sun;

We have fought in every clime and place

Where we could take a gun.

In the snow of far-off northern lands

And in sunny tropic scenes,

You will find us always on the job -

The United States Marines.

Here's health to you and to our Corps

Which we are proud to serve;

In many a strife we've fought for life

And never lost our nerve.

If the Army and the Navy

Ever gaze on Heaven's scenes,

They will find the streets are guarded

By United States Marines.~"

Mac finished singing as she continued to unwrap the smaller parts of the gift Trish had sent, she failed to notice Harm had come in and was stood leant against frame watching her.

"Semper Fi. Should I stand on parade, salute a flag?" Harm asked. Mac jumped. "And here I was thinking you couldn't creep up on a Marine."

"How long have you been stood there?"

"Since in sunny tropic scenes." He replied. "What are you unwrapping?" He asked.

"Some of the little parts that go with the gift Trish sent, it's on the table in the dinning room. Go take a look."

"I thought it wasn't supposed to get here until 2000?" Harm asked.

"It wasn't but it arrived just after Abi and I got home at 1841."

"What is it?" Harm asked.

"Go take a look." Mac said and followed him to the dinning room.

"It's a dolls house."

"Isn't it beautiful? I always wanted one when I was a kid, but well I'm sure you can guess why I didn't get one. It's all wallpapered and carpeted."

"It's a dolls house." Harm repeated.

"It's got all the furniture too, I was just unpacking it. There are little phones and beds and chair and even little plates of go on the miniature Welsh dresser. It's perfect."

"It's a dolls house." Harm looked at her.

"Don't you like it?" Mac asked.

"She's four months old what is she going to do with a dolls house? I mean even in year we can't let her play with it she will just put the little pieces in her mouth." Harm said practically.

"Harm it's a family heirloom kind of a thing. We'll put it one of the spare rooms. I love it, Abi will love it."

"You just love that you'll get to play with it."

"That too." Mac smiled.

"Where is Abi anyway?"

"We found a baby food she likes and she drooled it down her self so I gave her a bath. Then she fell asleep so I put to bed. Do you want to help me carry this upstairs?" Mac asked.

"Why don't we leave it there for now and until we find a place to put it?"

"That could work." Mac said. "You hungry?" She asked.

"You going to make dinner?"

"No, pizza, half and half should be here in five minutes if the guy was telling the truth. I didn't know when you'd be home."

"Had a meeting that got delayed then it just wouldn't end. Sturgis is still tied up with Truman prosecutions and we're still a lawyer down so we all have a large case load."

"I'm working on the lawyer thing."

"You are?" Harm questioned.

"The Admiral wants another Marine lawyer so he asked me to keep an eye out for one."

"You find one?"

"I have a good lead on one."

"Anytime soon is good."

"So you up for pizza and a movie?"

"That sounds kind of like a date Colonel."

"You know marriage doesn't mean you have to stop dating. It just means you can't date anyone other than me without me killing you."

"Good to know." He smiled. "So Mrs Rabb do I get to pick the movie?"

"I don't know Mr Rabb. What do you have in mind to convince me?"

"I'm sure I can think of something." He pulled her into a deep mind-numbing kiss.

"Needs work flyboy."

TBC

A/N: The song is the Marine Corps Hymn.