Disclaimer: If JAG was a snobbish black kitty-cat named puss-puss, then, yes, I would happily own it… but I think we all have eyes, so no, I do not own JAG.

A/N: thanx for your opinions, reviews, etc, and answering 'Former Skater's'

Review that H/M were to old to ice dance, my ice dancing/figure skating coaches (husband and wife) just finished their professional career with holiday on ice, and they are well into their 30's, they still have it, (he partners me) and he is the same build as Harm, he's from the Czech republic, so he is very biiiig… and they (H/M) don't need to compete competitively, just so it seems plausible so that they can stay there.

Sorry if you like Vic, but everyone has different opinions :)

This is justa liiiitle bit offluff that I felt like writing :)

Go nuts :)

Minorcadence

0930 EST - Same day

Falls Church, VA

JAG HQ

"Oh my God! The Olympics! They have got to be kidding! There's no way we can do this, its Figure skating! I have never figure skated in my life, and I'm guessing it's a lot different to stumbling around in circles like I normally do!"

"I know!" Mac agreed, sitting down in her chair whilst Harm paced in front of her desk.

"Have you seen what Ice dancing is Mac? With the dancing, and the… ice!"

"Harm, what about the costumes! There is NO way I will flutter about like a headless, wussy chicken in nothing but a pair of stockings and a leotard!" Mac practically spat the word out, as if it was the most disgusting thing she could think of.

They both silently fumed for a good 40 seconds before Harm stated the annoyingly, painstakingly obvious; "we have to do this Mac. We don't have a choice." Mac held her head in her hands, wondering how they were possibly going to pull it off, "I know, I know, but we've never done anything remotely like this before… and I REFUSE to wear a leotard; I'm a Marine for crying out loud!"

"So," Harm said, a little grin playing on his features "we make it a green leotard, and strap a gun to your thigh. Problem solved; happy Marine." He gave her one of his famous, gorgeous, cheeky flyboy smiles, and Mac was glad that she was sitting down; otherwise she would have been just a happy puddle on the floor. Why did he always have this effect on her? 'Well,' she thought, 'two can play at this game!'

"Harm" Mac began playfully, I am insulted that you think Marines have an obsessive affiliation with guns…" She moved closer to him and they locked gazes. Faces only centimeters apart, they were so close that they could feel the other's pulses quicken at the close contact, Mac grinned cheekily and Harm felt a little light headed. "… unless, of course, it's a 45 caliber semi-automatic. Only then, flyboy, are you excused"

She could feel the heat of his body though both of their uniforms, and her beautiful scent drove him crazy. Mac felt his arm slide around her waist, and it pulled them even closer together. With his other hand, Harm caressed Mac's cheek ever so softly and a jolt of electricity went through him as her breath caught in desire.

A sudden snort from the doorway caught them both very off guard. They turned to find Lt. Vukovic watching them with a highly amused expression on his face. Harm self-consciously cleared his throat, and Mac tried, and failed to keep a furious blush from rising in her cheeks as the pair awkwardly moved to put as much space between them as the furniture would allow.

"Lieutenant, don't people knock where you are from? Or maybe it is just the fact that this is your superior's office that excuses you from the demanding chore of knocking before you enter a room with a closed door?" Mac said whilst she straightened up her uniform and coldly stared at the irritating pest keeping her from the forbidden bliss of her lover's arms. 'Wait, did I really just think that?' Mac thought. ''Lover'? I must be out of my mind!' She turned to Harm, but didn't trust herself to look him in the eye, and bid him farewell. "Thank you, Commander, for that riveting discussion of our assignment; I look forward to discussing it with you further". Vuckovic grumbled something about needing a form signed, and Mac begrudgingly signed it before he followed Harm out of her office.

Harm had to admire her poise in dealing with Vic, he'd have just yelled at the younger guy for disturbing him and his girl, stupid dweeb… 'Wait' Harm thought 'did I just call Mac my girl? I must be loosing it, she's not my girl…yet' He paused at her door. "Yes, thank you Colonel, I better be going. See you at 1100 hours".

Both officers passed the time doing absolutely nothing but think of what had almost happened in Mac's office. Harm could still feel her against his chest, and Mac missed the energy that radiated off him, and filled her body with the most unbelievable feeling that only Harm could make her feel.

Come 11:00 on the dot, Mac stood up and waited for someone to knock on her door, telling her that Webb was here to brief them. Sure enough, a few minutes later Harriet knocked on Mac's door. "Excuse me Ma'am, the General wants to see you and the Commander," Harriet smiled warmly at the Godparent of her children, and went off about her work again. 'Thank God' Mac thought exasperated, 'I was going mad sitting in there'.

She met Harm in the middle of the bullpen, and together they walked to the General's office.