Disclaimer: I don't own them…I do own Dani…but I don't own her money…so it's not that exciting!

A/N: Sorry, that this is another short one…but at least it didn't take me over a month to update…crazy college! Luckily I find writing fan fiction a lot more fun than analyzing Tolstoy! Thanks to DD2, GuitarVixen, cbw, and anyone else who's ever reviewed…they make me smile!

2015 ZULU

ALAIN DUCASSE

PARIS, FRANCE

After the watching La Boheme from a box at the Opera Garnier, the group headed to the posh restaurant Alain Ducasse. Dani had made the reservations under two separate names claiming that she wanted some alone time with Jason. While she did want to spend time with him, Dani was also quite pleased with the fact that it left Harm and Mac alone at candlelit table on the other side of the restaurant. Not surprisingly, the arrangement did not bother either couple and the dinner went by quickly.

"It looks like we've been ditched," Harm glanced over to Jason and Dani's now empty table.

"So we have," Mac glanced over her shoulder, "What do you say about doing the same?"

"Works for me," he stood up quickly and pulled out her chair.

"Thank you," she rose and they walked out of the restaurant, "Where do you want to go?"

"I know a place," he guided her down the busy street with his hand at the small of her back.

"Where are we going?"

"Surprise," he gave her his flyboy smile.

"I hate surprises."

"Suck it up, Marine," he grabbed her hand and pulled them around the corner

"So how long do you think it'll take for them to notice we're gone?" Jason asked as the elevators doors closed. They had left the restaurant earlier to lose their 'chaperones' and were headed back up to the hotel suite.

"Five minutes, tops," she leaned back against the side of the elevator, resting both hands on the rail, "Actually, knowing my sister, more like four minutes and seventeen seconds."

"Have you gotten her to tell you how she does that?"

"Can't say."

"So you know?" Jason leaned closer to her.

"Maybe," she kissed him, "Maybe not," she ducked around him and got off the elevator.

"Can you do it too?" he followed her down the hall.

"Not with time," she grinned, stopping outside the suite's door.

"With what?" he opened the door for her.

"Location," Dani smiled over her shoulder as he walked in.

"Where are we now?"

"Well," she pulled him into the room by his tie, and the door swung close behind him, "48 degrees, 48 minutes North," she pulled him closer their face inches apart, "2 degrees, 20 minutes," she kissed him, "East."

"That's amazing, Dani," he kissed her again.

"You're not so bad yourself," she smiled flirtatiously.

"Close your eyes," Harm ordered. After leaving the hotel, they had walked a few blocks before they reached an old building. They walked inside and Harm led Mac over to the elevator.

"Why?"

"Humor me," she continued to look at him skeptically, "Do trust me?"

"Yes," Mac sighed, closing her eyes.

"Give me your hand," he asked when the elevator stopped and she held out her well manicured hand, which he took gingerly. With her eyes closed, Harm had a chance to stare at her unabashedly. He had gone out with numerous women, but none were able to pull off the little black dress as well as Mac could.

"I better not regret this," she felt the cool night air against her skin as he led her out of the elevator.

"Here," he set her hands down on a cool metal railing, "Open your eyes."

"Oh my God," she gasped as she looked out over the streets Paris, "How did you find this place?"

"My mom had a gallery here once, and I think it's one of the best views of the city of lights."

"I agree," Mac looked out, mesmerized by the sight before her.

"You can see the Eiffel Tower and the Arc de Triumph," he leaned closer to her pointing them out. They stood in silence for a couple minutes enjoying the moonlit night around them, neither wanting to break the spell that seemed to be upon them. A breeze whispered across the rooftop and Mac shivered, "Are you cold?"

"A little."

"Here," he took off his suit coat and put it over her shoulders.

"Thanks."

"You really do look amazing tonight."

"Thanks, but you should give Dani the credit," she said softly, suddenly very aware of their close proximity, "She picked it out."

"I wasn't talking about the dress," he leaned in closer, "I was talking about you, Sarah."

"Harm," she whispered and he leaned in to kiss her. They closed their eyes, enjoying the moment, but he pulled away.

"I'm sorry," he said quickly, and immediately regretting it as her face fell, "That's not what I meant."

"I know," she her face wore a sad smile.

"I wish we could just forget work and the UCMJ," he sighed.

"We can for a little bit," she said hopefully, "Ce qui'arrive à Paris, reste en Paris."

"Since when do you speak French?"

"Who cares?" she kissed him, and this time neither pulled away.

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