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A/N: Reviews would be awesome guys! Esp. since this is my first JAG fic.

2058 hours

JAG HQ

Mac's Office

I'm sitting here, in my office, the night before Christmas. Merry Christmas to me, and my Christmas present to myself? A pile of paperwork, due on Monday. O, what fun! Not. I sign my signature down at the bottom of the paper, moving onto the next sheet. Everybody's probably at Bud and Harriet's Christmas party, laughing at little Jimmy's antics.

There's a knock at my door and I look up to see who the intruder is. "Harm?" I say, frowning. He should be at the party I'm extremely late for. "Why aren't you at the party?"

He shrugs, and steps into my office. "I need your help with something."

I fold my hands in front of me on my desk. "What can I help you with?" I ask. God, one man should not be so sexy...

He smiles at me, and holds up a Christmas card for me to see. "I don't know what to write."

I frown again. The great Harmon Rabb Jr, doesn't know what to say? Now I have seen everything... "Merry Christmas usually works."

"Yes, but everyone puts that."

So?

"So? Harm, who's this for?"

"Someone special."

Wow, isn't it just my luck? Harm's found himself another girlfriend that I'm going to have to break in, and that I'm going to have to hide my feelings from. Not that it isn't already hard enough to keep Harriet from saying anything to Bud about how I feel. "Then put what you feel in."

"Everyone puts 'I love you' in a Christmas car."

No, no they don't.

"No they don't. What are you talking about Harm?"

"Okay, what did you write in your Christmas card to Harriet and Bud?" he asks me.

"I hope you have a Merry Christmas, Love Mac."

"See?"

"Harm, I did not just declare my love for Bud and Harriet in that card." I infrom him.

"No, but you put Love in it. If I put 'I love you' in it, she won't take me seriously."

I raise my eyebrow. "How do you know that? Harm, just put what you want for them in it. What do you want for her?"

"Everything. I want her to have a happy Christmas, life..."

He stops, and our eyes meet. Okay... Awkward moment number 1'547. "Then put that down."

He raises his eyebrow. "Yea, that'll go over well. 'Have a Merry Christmas, and a happy life.'"

"Okay, well I don't know! You're being way to choosey, Harm." I stand. "I'm going to head over to Harriet and Bud's. I need some space from this damn paperwork." Headache coming on... damnit, I finished my Advil yesterday.. maybe Harriet will have some. I watch as he quickly scrawls something on the card, and puts into the envelope.

He stands with me, and watches me stuff my papers into my briefcase. It's very unnerving when the person you're secreting crushing on watches you do something. 'Crushing on'? O my God, I'm talking like Clohe. I move past him, out of my office door, when his hand wraps around my arm. Tingles go up my arm, and I look back into his eyes. "Yes Harm?" I breathe.

"Aren't you going to take your Christmas card?" He hands me the card.

Okay.

Okay.

What?

"Merry Christmas Mac." He tells me.

What?

And suddenly, his lips are on mine, and my briefcase goes crashing to the floor.