Disclaimer: If JAG was a pair of purple stripey socks, then yes, I would happily own and love them… but I think we all have eyes, so no, I do not own JAG.

A/N: The last chapter wasn't much, so I am adding this one to the mix, just because I am nice…

Go nuts :)

Minorcadence

Harm and Mac entered the General's office for the second time that day. The one thing that was blatantly different this time though, was the presence of a weasely little man lurking in the shadows beside Cresswell's desk. Harm and Mac came to attention, before almost immediately being "at ease"'d by the general, who was looking none too happy about having a spook in his office.

"Well" he said "Mr. Webb, you can now brief the Colonel and the Commander on the particulars of this assignment, I'm sure they are very intrigued" "yes" Webb replied, "no doubt they are". He smirked smugly at Mac and Harm before he started briefing them on what was meant to come; "now, as you already know, you are masquerading as an ice dancing couple. You are from the Cayman Islands, located in the Caribbean Sea, and your names are Jacinta Leonie and Connor Mann."

Webb took two manila folders from his briefcase and handed one to Mac, and the other to Harm.

"These are your profiles; in there you will find all you need to know about yourselves, including favourite foods and preferred brands of underwear." Harm and Mac turned, and simultaneously shot him death stares, Webb's arrogant grin faltered for a second. "Erm, information is an a need to know basis, and what you need to know now is that your first skating lesson will be tomorrow at 6am, I'll have a driver take you there once so you know the location, then you're on your own. When you get to the ice rink, ask for a…"

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a scrap piece of paper…

"Analese Hensey.

"She'll show you what to do, and get you started with the whole skating thing" he smirked again, 'boy, if anything, I can't wait to see these two on ice… it's going to be very interesting!' Webb thought, as he was preparing to make his way to the door, "don't worry, everything is arranged. You just need to know enough moves to keep up the façade, and not fall over. I'll keep in touch"

"but Webb, what about the actual mission? We still have no clue as to what we need to do, what we need to prepare for" Mac was annoyed that they were going to be kept in the dark on this one, and stood up to face him. "Like I said, Mac" Webb mockingly emphasizing her nickname, "need to know". And with that he left, leaving a disgruntled Naval aviator, and two very irate Marines behind.

After a brief chat with the General about work duties, and the fact that JAG couldn't afford to have them off work for six months, the General told them that for the next six months, they were to come into work Mondays, Wednesdays, and half a day on Fridays. The other days they would be spending intensely training both on the ice and off.

Back in Mac's office, she was thinking about what was to come. Could they pull it off? Or were they well and truly past it? Well, she and Harm were far from spring chickens, but they were both in good shape, and dedicated to the cause… and what about them? Or lack, thereof. Spending so much time with Harm, and especially when they were going to be working closely with each other...

It was going to be hard, but she was a Marine, and she could handle it!

Meanwhile, Harm was in his office also thinking. He was thinking about Mac, but then, what else was new? Harm knew that the physicality of their task was going to be tough to handle, but that wasn't what he was worried about. He was worried that doing this with Mac would rub salt in old wounds, that touching and holding her like they were in love would send her over the edge, to a place where their friendship could never be salvaged from.

But mostly, he was just thinking about her legs.

0530 EST - Tuesday,

Harm's apartment

Harm's alarm clock obnoxiously roused him from his Mac-full slumber, and he annoyingly groaned at it. He reached out a hand and blindly fumbled around on his bedside table to try and shut it off. Having succeeded in conquering the dastardly alarm clock, another not good noise shattered Harm's the peace and quiet. A knock on the door.

Still thick with sleep, Harm wondered 'who could that possibly be?' and got up to answer it, still in only his bed shorts. His question was answered when he saw Sarah Mackenzie standing in the hall with a pair of clean, white skates in her hands.

Mac looked at Harm, stunned. A smile played on her lips as she saw that he wasn't wearing a shirt, and her insides turned to mush at the cute sleepy look Harm had on his face. Until she realized that he wasn't ready, then she let fly.

"HARM! It is 32 minutes and 40 seconds past 5! The driver is going to pick us up from the JAG car park in 27 minutes and 20 seconds! It's a 20 minute drive!"

Mac's panicked tone brought Harm out of his sleepy reverie, and his eyes opened wide as he paused for a split second, before rushing around to frantically try and find some pants.

Mac just chuckled at the sight of Harm running around his apartment flinging random articles of clothes on, and burst out laughing when he appeared in front of her wearing the oddest assortment of clothes possible. He had a purple and red jumper on over a cream one, with a baby pink t-shirt on underneath, and khaki green cargo pants.

"What?" Harm asked innocently, completely unaware of how ridiculous he looked, "What's so funny?" "You! you goofball! Come here!" Harm walked towards Mac and she began re-dressing him, taking the red jumper off, and replacing it with a black one, and telling him to quickly put his cream cargo pants on, grab his skates, and she would meet him in her car. Harm liked the way Mac took charge of his outfit. 'she is so cute' he thought, beforementally checking himself, grabbing his brand new skates and heading out the door.