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JAG Head Quarters

1530 Local

"Sturgis." Harm calls out after seeing Sturgis walk towards Mac's office. Sturgis looks up from his file at Harm when he hears his name. Harm waves the file in his hand with a huge smile and strolls across the bullpen grinning.

"You got it!" Sturgis exclaims loudly and ripping the folder out of Harm's hand.

"Told you I would." Harm replies with a smile, but soon his smile fades when Colonel Sarah Mackenzie strolls up to him. "Colonel."

"Don't look to happy to see me." Mac says sarcastically then looks at the folder Sturgis is holding guiltily. Pointing to the folder Mac asks. "What's that?"

"Nothing." Sturgis states protectively.

"Let me see it."

"Mmaacccc." Harm says dragging out her name lazily.

"Your not bringing car magazines to work again are you Commander?" Mac asks, eyebrows raised and eyeing Harm carefully. About to open his mouth, Petty Officer Coates cuts off Harm.

"Sir, Ma'am, the General wants to see you both." Coates announces nodding at them both.

"Thank you Coates, we'll be right in." Harm says dismissing her. Sturgis laughs and walks back to his office.

"What'd you do this time?" Mac questions smirking.

"Oh no Colonel, I may've been the one that got in trouble with the Admiral, but I think it's your turn now with our new C.O." Harm informs her as they walk to the General's office. Mac rolls her eyes and walks into the General's office with Harm closely following behind.

Same Place

1600 Local

"You just had to mention my dead husband!" Mac yells as soon as Harm closes the door to her office.

"Mac, I didn't mean to…it just came up." Harm desperately tries to explain.

"How does 'Mac knows a lot about this subject' come up when a son kills his C.O. as defense?" Mac question aggravated.

"Mac, it has to do with the same concept, you killed your husband out of self—"

"No, it doesn't! The subject has nothing to do with me, and I shouldn't have been brought up." Mac protests waving her hands in the air wildly.

"No need to get all defensive Mac." Harm mumbles.

"Excuse me?" Mac asks glaring at him.

"Listen, I was just explaining that you know where your client is coming from." Harm explains, taking a step towards her desk.

"It wasn't necessary Harm."

"True, but the General seemed interested." Harm points out then cringes once he realized what he said.

"He's interested because he's trying to catch me screw up again like in Hawaii!" Mac yells' frustrated; sitting down she closes her eyes and leans back in her chair.

"Mac, I'm sorry—"

"Sometimes sorry doesn't do the job." Mac clarifies quietly. Nodding Harm rubs the back of his neck nervously.

"Commander, can I speak to you for a moment?" Bud asks peeking his head through the door. Harm about to protest gets cut off by Mac.

"Just go Commander, there's nothing else you can do here." Mac says sighing and looking at a file, pretending to read the text on it.

"Mac…"

"Go." Sighing Harm runs a hand through his hair and leaves closing the door behind him.

As soon as the door shuts Mac rubs her face in her hands and mumbles. "Damnit."

Bull Pen – JAG Head Quarters
1730 Local

"Sir if you stare at her door any longer, I'm sure you'll be able to see through it." Bud says patting Harm on the back, who had been standing about 50 feet away from her door for an hour.

"Huh?" Harm asks dazed. Sighing Bud walks to his office. Sighing himself, Harm walks into his office and sits down at his desk. Leaning back into his chair he gazes through his window at Mac who happened to be talking on the phone with someone. Laughing a bit as he sees the frustrated look appear on her face Harm turn his attention to the meaningless paperwork on his desk. Moment later he hears a knock on his door.

"You okay buddy? You look a little lost." Sturgis points out sitting in one of the chairs that lay before Harm's desk.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just can't understand things…" Harm says trailing off and waving his hand in the air.

"Things…like?"

"Nothing that concerns you particularly." Harm explains becoming angry at himself.

"It's not like she won't forgive you Harm." Sturgis says standing up. "You guys have fought before."

"Not the point, I'm sick of doing this over and over again." Harm mumbles into his hands. Shaking his head Sturgis sighs.

"Your pathetic."

"Excuse me?" Harm says standing up. "I don't think your one to talk, go find someone else to boss around Sturgis, I've had enough of you."

"You know just because you can't handle the truth doesn't mean that you have to be angry with me. That was my job Harm, I was the replacement, get over the fact that your not always top pick, or number one." Sturgis shouts then leaves.

"Just great!" Harm yells throwing his pen against the wall.

"COMMANDER MY OFFICE NOW!" The General yells extremely loud and angry. Rushing over to his office, Harm stands at attention. "Commander are you picking fights with my officers?"

"No Sir', not entirely." Harm answers staring straight ahead.

"What do you mean 'not entirely'?" The General questions loudly, standing in Harm's face.

"Well Sir', I'm not doing to well in the friends department sir'"

"Does the Navy pay you to be friends with these people Commander?"

"No sir' but I would like to be."

"Commander I suggest you keeping your personal life out of my building or I will personally see to it that your butt is sent to the nearest ice berg. Dismissed!" The General yells in Harm's face. Harm turning on his heel says Aye Aye and does an about face turn towards the door. As soon as he hears the door slam behind him Harm runs his hand down his face.

"Commander—"

"Not now Petty Officer." Harm mumbles walking to his office.

TBC—For sure.