"So exactly where are you and the Captain right now, ma'am?" Harriet asked as she and Mac got off the elevator. She and Mac had spent most of the last week talking about this. Well, to be fair, Mac had spent most of the last week talking about this. Harriet had spent most of the last week walking around with Mac nodding her head and asking scant few questions.
"Harriet, I have no damn idea. At the time, I had some idea of where this might be going a week ago but right now I have absolutely no idea. I don't think I have ever been frustrated in my life. I feel like I'm being treated like a girlfriend without actually being a girlfriend." Mac closed the door to her office. She gave her head a shake and walked around her desk toward her chair.
"How many nights have you spent at the Captain's this week, ma'am?" Harriet asked, worried that she might have overstepped her bounds.
"Five. The dog is so used to Harm's apartment now that he's started sleeping between us on the bed." Mac tried to stop that last part from coming out but judging by the look on Harriet's face, she had said it aloud.
"You two are sleeping in the same bed!" Harriet practically squealed, quickly covering her own mouth.
"Harriet, I swear to God if you tell another living soul…" Mac began to threaten but decided to end her sentence short, allowing Harriet's imagination to fill in the blanks.
"Ma'am, I won't tell anyone but this has to be an encouraging action. I mean, one assumes that the Captain doesn't share his bed with just anyone. Then again, he did share it with Miss Peterson." Harriet lightly scratched her chin.
"Don't remind me. It's not that simple though, Harriet. I think we're just trying to be around each other as much as possible because we think it will let us know what we want." Mac paused and let out a very frustrated sigh. "The thing is. I already know what I want."
"So, go out and get it." Harriet encouraged her friend with a light tap on the hand. "If you know what you want, and no one's standing in your way, go out and get it!"
"And just how would you suggest I do that, Lieutenant?" Mac was trying to hide a coy smile behind her question.
"That ma'am, I leave up to you. After all, you're the Marine and a superior officer. I'm sure that you have your ways." Harriet got up from her chair and tossed Mac a quick salute before leaving her office. Mac sat around for a few seconds when she saw Harriet pop he head back into the office. "Just so I'm sure, ma'am. We were talking about you seducing the Captain, right?"
"Yes, Harriet." Mac had to chuckle about how Harriet could still seem innocent even when talking about something like this.
"Just making sure, ma'am." Harriet nodded again and left the office.
2214 ZULU
NATE & PEACH'S CONDO
FOGGY BOTTOM, WASHINGTON DC
Nate opened the door and dropped his briefcase, along with taking off the Marine issue trench-coat that seemed to be a regular fixture in his wardrobe. He hung it up on the coat tree and continued into the apartment when he saw Peach come running down the stairs. She then leapt into his arms. "It's good to see you too, honey."
"Nate, read this." She pushed that morning's issue of the Washington Post into his face.
"What am I reading, dear?" Nate asked as he quickly eyeballed the front page of the paper. He watched as her fingers tapped a newspaper article just below the lead story. Nate quickly read the first few paragraphs of the story. "This has you worried?"
"Doesn't it worry you?" She asked, very surprised by his reaction.
"Honey, I really don't care what anyone in the press thinks. I know you and I love you." He kissed her on the forehead.
"But they're expecting me to throw this kind of gala wedding that's going to be like the Washington social event of the year. None of them think I'm good enough for you, they think you should be marrying some model or actress or something." She began to cry a little and Nate pulled her into a quick hug and cradled her head against his shoulder.
"Shhh, honey, it's okay." He gently stroked the back of her head. "Calm down, okay? You're the only woman I've ever really loved, just try and remember that okay?"
"I know, it's just that there seems to be all this buzz and we don't even have some of the basic things down yet." She wiped her eyes.
"Like what?" Nate asked as he released her from the hug.
"Well, the only thing we have in place right now is a date, we don't have a location or a guest list or anything." Peach began to complain and she grew confused as she saw a wide smile grow on her future husband's face.
"Honey, I took care of the location today at lunch, don't worry about it." Nate slipped his shoes off.
"What do you mean you took care of it? You picked a place without consulting me?" She put her hands on her hips and gave him a rather stern look.
"Honey, don't worry, I picked a place that I know you and your family would approve of." Nate kissed her on the head and walked over toward the stairs. "I talked to Cardinal McCullough today over at St. Matthew's, he booked the Cathedral for us on the Saturday that we wanted."
"In case you're forgetting, Nathan, St. Matthew's is a Catholic Cathedral. You're not Catholic." Peach started moving toward Nate who had stopped in his tracks.
"Sure I'm Catholic, I was baptized by Cardinal McCullough in a private ceremony a few weeks ago. Mike and Becky are my Catholic godparents now, it's all a little weird." Nate chuckled.
"But you said that you didn't want to convert because you were worried about Kennedy comparisons." She mentioned taking his arm lightly.
"Yeah, but marrying you is more important then all that. So, don't worry about it. You just go out and plan your dream wedding, alright?" Nate brought one hand up to cup her cheek.
"Yeah, about that; see, my mom and I were talking and she told me that finances for this might be kind of tight…" Peach wanted to keep talking but Nate raised a finger to her lips.
"Honey, don't worry about it. Nine years of being a single man on State Department salary, has allowed me to build up a bit of money that you can feel free to use for the wedding alright?" Nate stepped back.
"How much is 'a bit of money'?" Peach asked with her arms crossed.
"A hundred thousand dollars." Nate answered and watched as his fiancée took on a shocked look. He waited for some kind of scream and was soon rewarded. Then he was met by a less pleasant sight. About ten of Peach's female relatives came walking down the stairs to see what had happened. That was when Nate headed for the door.
"Honey, where are you going?" Peach asked as Nate slipped his shoes back on.
"Hang out with the guys, I'll leave you girls to your planning." Nate smiled quickly before slipping out the door. Dealing with a room full of female in-laws was not something he was up to right now.
2305 ZULU
HARM'S APARTMENT
NORTH OF UNION STATION
Nate tapped on Harm's door and waited for Harm to answer it. It was hard for him to go anywhere without his two man security detail but now that he was engaged it was a little easier to convince one of the agents to stay at home while only one accompanied him out on errands. Harm opened the door and saw Nate standing there. "You called my office, what did you want to see me about?"
Harm moved aside and let Nate into his apartment. Nate told his Secret Service Agent to stay outside while he went into Harm's apartment. Nate shook off his coat and shoes. "You want a beer first?" Harm asked moving back over toward the fridge.
"Jeez, this must really be bad if I'm going to need a drink." Nate joked as he took a seat on one of the stools next to the island. Harm handed Nate a beer and Nate tilted the beer, forcefully smacking the top and knocking the cap off the beer.
"You know those tickets to the Latin Democratic Caucus weekend that you got me for next weekend down in Miami?" Harm asked and Nate nodded while guzzling down his beer. "I need your help with something."
"What could you possibly need my help with? I already got you the tickets. You need the number of my tailor?" Nate put the beer down on the counter and began to peel off the label.
"I need you to teach me how to dance." Harm blurted out.
"Harm, I saw you dancing at Mike's wedding last year, you know how to dance." Nate replied as he took another heavy and long drink from his beer.
"No, I don't mean that kind of dance, I mean really dance, like you and Mac did at Mike's wedding last year." Harm leaned over the counter. Nate tossed him a confused look.
"Harm, why don't you ask Mac to help you? I'm sure she'd be a much more effective teacher then I would be." Nate walked over to the fridge and got another beer. "If we're going to seriously talk about this, I'm going to need more booze."
"Normally, I would ask Mac, but I'd like to surprise her in Miami next weekend." Harm explained and he watched as Nate chuckled.
"I see your dilemma. I suppose I could teach you how to dance. But I'm going to need you to teach me something in return." Nate replied as he took another gulp on his beer.
"Well, Nate, it's actually really simple. See, when a man and a woman love each other very much……" Harm was smiling until Nate smacked him in the arm.
"Very funny, wise ass. No, I'm getting married and I need to domesticate. I need you to teach me how to cook dinner. I have no problems with breakfast or lunch, it's just big complicated meals that I tend to screw up." Nate explained as he finished his second beer.
"Aren't you marrying into an Italian family? Aren't big dinners kind of their thing?" Harm asked sarcastically.
"Listen, I will admit that I screwed up my first marriage badly…….incredibly badly. But, I'd like to try and do better this time, so, how about it? You teach me to cook at your apartment, I'll teach you to dance at my apartment and we will speak about this to no one else under penalty of the worst thing our imaginations could think of." Nate offered his hand and Harm shook it.
"So, since we're at my apartment, you want to learn how to cook?" Harm gave Nate a slap on the shoulder and the two of them walked over to the stove. Harm spent the next hour with Nate standing over the stove teaching him how to make a vegetarian lasagne and even telling him what to do so that when he got home he could substitute the veggies for ground beef.
About an hour later, Mac came in with a shopping bag draped over one hand. She saw Harm and Nate standing in front of a closed stove door that obviously had dinner inside. They each were holding a beer in their hands and talking back and forth. Mac was discouraged by all this. She had come home tonight with the intention of putting her plan into action, the idea of having to wait only detracted from her resolve and caused those same old familiar doubts to enter her mind.
"Hey, Mac." Nate greeted from the kitchen.
"Hey, you guys what's going on here?" Mac walked over to the kitchen and up next to Harm. "Hey." She nudged him in the side with her elbow. She felt his arm go around her shoulders.
"Hey." He dropped his voice a little as if just for her. Noticing that he was still holding a cooking class, Harm squared away pretty quick. "Uh, we're just, uh…"
"He's teaching me how to cook so I don't screw up being married again." Nate jumped in, ready to save Harm.
"Really? Why do I have a Three Stooges in the kitchen feeling?" Mac played as she headed off toward the spare bedroom Harm had constructed for Sergei, so she could get changed.
"Give us a little more credit, Mac." Harm called after her.
"I thought I was." Mac replied as the door to the bedroom closed behind her. Harm chuckled to himself for a minute before turning back toward the stove. He seemed to pause for a few seconds before looking up at Nate.
"Hey, Nate?" Harm started.
"Yeah." Nate replied.
"What's it like being married?" Harm asked after thinking for a second.
"Mac walks into the room, the two of you have a tender moment and then you ask that question? Something on your mind, Harm?" Nate crouched down to check the lasagne in the stove.
"Objection, the witness is unresponsive." Harm joked as he crouched down too. Nate had to laugh.
"Harm, I really the wrong guy to be asking. I mean, I was married once and it was a complete disaster. Why don't you ask the Admiral? He's been married twice." Nate got back to leaning against the counter.
"Yeah, but the Admiral would launch into this paternal advice spiel that I'd appreciate but would prefer to avoid." Harm answered. "Besides, I'd rather hear it from someone closer to my own age."
"Why not ask Bud then? He's been married longer then I ever was." Nate began to idly tap his fingers on the counter.
"Yeah, but I think you have more of an understanding of what I'm going through." Harm was quick to point out. "You know, with the whole prolonged sexual tension and working relationship that ends up leading in God knows how many directions."
"Yeah, yeah, I know where you're coming from." Nate raised his beer to Harm. "I can tell you this much honestly from experiencing one failed marriage. You will know the morning after the wedding whether you've done the right thing. You will either feel damn certain or damn foolish. I felt damn foolish once and I can honestly say that there is little worse then that feeling. You can be shot or shot down, you can have a heart attack or be heartbroken and yet you will never feel any thing quite as much as you will that morning. If you feel the right thing when you wake up that morning, that is the essence of what it is to be married."
"How exactly would you know all that? Your first marriage was a two year long nightmare as you have mentioned time and time again." Harm reminded his friend.
"I know all that because every morning for the last five months I have woken up to the same face. She is the one woman who has stood by me through the worst things that my life has thrown at me and when I see her sleeping next to me only two things run through my mind. One, that I want to protect her for the rest of my life and two, that I want to wake up looking at her for the rest of my life and if you can fill those two criteria, you can then consider marrying someone." Nate and Harm clinked their beer bottles together.
"You know for a man with a slow leak in his head, you think pretty good." Harm joked and the two of them shared a laugh.
2334 ZULU THE NEXT DAY
NATE AND PEACH'S CONDO
FOGGY BOTTOM, WASHINGTON DC
"For the last time would you be a man and lead!" Nate grabbed Harm's arm and hauled himself up off of the floor. "See, this is why I wanted you to have a female tutor, your missing a necessary element for Latin dancing."
"What? What am I missing?" Harm asked her got Nate to his feet.
"There has to be a certain heat between you and the person you're dancing with. I can teach you the steps, that's not the hard part but the rhythm has to develop naturally." Nate explained. "Now, this time, just try not to dump me on my ass." Nate walked back over the stereo and started playing the song again. The two of them assumed the same starting position that they had been using all night. "If you screw up this time, Harm, you will find this Marine far less forgiving then the one you're trying to impress. Now, get it in gear, Squid!"
The music started and Harm began to lead the tandem around the empty floor in Nate's living room. Unbeknownst to either of them, Peach was in the crouched position on the stairs with her handheld video-camera at the ready filming every moment of this supposedly impromptu rehearsal. She knew from years of experience that Nate was a good dancer and that he was by nature pretty generous but she never thought that he would combine those two traits in this manner.
She had to chuckle, she had close to forty-five minutes worth of pure gold comedic material on film now and the only question was how to share it with the world. She had been feeling queasy for the last few days so, she ran off to the bathroom but she made sure that the camera was position so she didn't miss recording one minute of the hilarity that was ensuing in her living room.
Sure enough, Harm had swung one leg the wrong way and sent Nate crashing to the floor again but just as he was falling to earth, Nate swung leg out and tripped up Harm sending the Naval Aviator crashing down to hardwood floor. Both men had the wind knocked out of them but when they recovered, they too had to laugh. "You think we should call it a night?" Nate asked, still lying on the floor.
"I think we should call the whole game on account of rain." Harm joked as he sat up. "I just wish I could get this right, you know?"
"Yeah," Nate grunted as he sat up, "I know." He propped himself up against the back of the couch. "You'll get it right eventually. When you actually do this for good, you'll have the motivation you need to get it right."
"I owe you so big for teaching me this." Harm laughed as he sat next to Nate.
"Don't mention it." Nate waved his hand flippantly. "Seriously, don't."
"I just," Harm paused, "I love Mac too much to screw it up again you know?" Harm started.
"Trust me, buddy, I understand." Nate gave Harm a pat on the knee as he got to his feet.
"I mean, I talked to the President, I talk to you and all I hear is that I really have to go for it. This was the only thing I could think of." Harm got up and followed Nate into the kitchen.
"Beer?" Nate offered.
"I think we've earned one." Harm replied. Nate opened the fridge and tossed Harm a beer. The two men pulled the caps off and cheered to each other by raising their bottles before downing a drink.
"Listen, Harm, you're doing the right thing here, it's just that you've second guessed yourself for too long to stop but think about it. You're whisking her away to Miami to attend the biggest ball of the year and you've learned how to dance the way she likes just for the occasion. You're not leaving any doubt on this one, but your mind is trying to create some." Nate reassured his friend with a pat on the back before moving toward the door. "Now, go home to your best friend and your dog and I'll see you later alright?"
"See ya, buddy." Harm set his beer down on the counter in the kitchen, walked over to the door, grabbed his coat and headed out the door. Nate closed the door behind his friend and headed toward the stairs. Thank God for January, it was too damn cold in the Northern Hemisphere for anyone to be pissed off enough to kill each other in any new conflicts that would rouse the attentions of the State Department. Nate headed upstairs and into his bedroom.
He found his soon-to-be wife sitting on the bed with a multitude of open bridal magazines that she was flipping through. Nate was no dummy however, years of knowing him might have led peach to be slightly more cautious with her body language but in many ways with him, she was still an open book. He saw all the signs in the room that led him to ask the obvious question. "You got sick again, huh?"
"Wha? How could you tell?" Peach looked up in surprise and Nate pointed to the path of frantic chaos that led from the side of the bed to the en suite. "I forgot that I live with Sherlock Holmes." She shot sarcastically.
"Honey, you don't think that you could be?" Nate refrained from finishing his question.
"No, it's not possible, my mother would kill me." Peach slapped the open magazine firmly.
"Funny, I don't remember them mentioning that as a contraceptive during health class in school." Nate joked as he sat next to her on the bed. He began to lightly rub her shoulders. She leaned back against his chest. "You know, it's okay if you are."
"I know, I just wish for once we could do things in the normal order rather then having to chart our own course all the time." She lightly stroked his forearms as she cuddled against him.
"I know, honey." Nate kissed the top of her head. "I know." That was how the two of them fell asleep.
2407 ZULU SATURDAY
NATE AND PEACH'S CONDO
FOGGY BOTTOM, WASHINGTON DC
Peach had a brilliant brainstorm early on Thursday and had planned a Girls Night fro Saturday based on that particular brainstorm. She had slid a certain tape into the VCR and was waiting for all her guests to arrive. She had sent Nate off with the specific instruction of co-ordinating a Guys Night to keep them busy at some place that was not their Foggy Bottom Condo. So, Nate and the guys ended up playing poker at Harm's place.
At just after seven, the first of Peach's guests arrived when Mac and Harriet showed up. Peach welcomed them into the apartment and pointed them toward the couch, TV, Popcorn and Ice Cream. The girls all took their seats and waited for the other guests. Eventually, one by one, Beverly Chegwidden, Senator Bobbi Latham and Petty Officer Coates showed up at the condo and took their seats around the television.
Once she realized that all her guests were present, Peach proceeded to hold court in her living room. "The film that you are about to see, CNN would kill to get their hands on. It is probably the funniest film I've ever shot." Peach returned to the couch with the VCR remote and flopped back down on the couch.
The TV screen flipped on to show Nate and Harm from the previous Thursday in the middle of their dancing lesson in the living room. The women watched as the music came on and Nate tried unsuccessfully to try and get Harm to move smoothly to the up tempo beat. Sure enough, after a few seconds of video, Nate was flat on his back on the floor and the girls watching the tape were howling with laughter. "How did you get this on tape?" Bobbi asked looking up at Peach who was laughing hysterically on the couch.
"I have my ways, Senator." Peach tossed back coyly.
"So, that's where Harm was Thursday night. He said he was out chasing down an intelligence report over at the J. Edgar Hoover building." Mac commented aloud as she pointed at the TV.
"Waiting for your sailor to come home, Colonel?" Peach joked light-heartedly.
"Well we all wait for something, like for a friend to tell her fiancé why she's been getting sick all week." Mac hinted none too subtly. There was massive attention drawn away from the TV toward the couch.
"Let's just get back to the movie, ladies." Peach tried to refocus everyone and did so successfully.
"Why were they doing this?" Harriet asked as she took a big scoop out of her bowl of Ben & Jerry's.
"That's coming up in a minute." Peach indicated. The ladies sat there for forty minutes watching the two men make complete fools out of themselves as they tried to dance and Nate tried to instruct Harm who seemed to have two left feet. Every time Nate took a tumble to his back there were groans of sympathy extended his way but the laughs went right on into the night.
"Hey, why did the camera angle change?" Bev asked, pointing her spoon at the TV and trying to politely disguise the fact that she had a mouthful of mint chocolate chip ice cream.
"I had to put the camera down for awhile. I wasn't feeling too good so I went to the powder room." Peach smiled quickly.
"Morning sickness will do that to a woman." Mac remarked as if in passing and she caught a nasty glare from Peach. "So, you mean, you've never seen this part of the tape either?"
"Nope." Peach shook her head. "So everyone be really quiet, I don't want to miss anything." The room fell silent so that everything on the video could be seen and heard but nothing could prepare them for what they were about to hear, even if the subject matter wasn't a complete surprise.
It all started after Nate and Harm both fell to the floor. "You think we should call it a night?" The Nate on the video asked.
"I think we should call the whole game on account of rain." The Harm on the video said as he sat up. "I just wish I could get this right, you know?"
"Yeah, I know. You'll get it right eventually. When you actually do this for good, you'll have the motivation to get it right." The Nate on the video reassured.
"I owe you so big for teaching me this." The Harm on the video offered.
"Don't mention it. Seriously, don't." The Nate on the video answered.
"I just, I love Mac too much to screw it up again, you know?" The Harm on the video offered and suddenly the room felt deathly still everyone had heard the words and by now they couldn't tear their eyes off the television if they tried. They paid incredibly close attention to everything that was being said right up until the video cut away and ended. When it did, they just looked around at each other. Then Bobbi piped up.
"Hey, where did Mac go?" Bobbi posed and knowing smiles were exchanged. There could be little doubt as to where Mac had gone.
SAME TIME
HARM'S APARTMENT
NORTH OF UNION STATION
"Alright, Master Sergeant, ante up." Harm goaded as he glanced over his cards at Gunny who had recently been promoted. There were two poker tables at Harm's apartment on this night. One sat Harm, Keeter, Bax, Sturgis and Gunny; the other sat the Admiral, Bud, Nate, General Jack Ross and Clayton Webb. Gunny tossed a few chips into the centre to appease the others at his table. "How's it going over at your table, Bud?" Harm asked, leaning back in his chair.
"Sir, the Marines are cleaning up. Mister Webb is out of chips and I'm running out, too. Thank God we aren't playing for money, sir, I think Harriet would kill me." Bud stammered a little as he looked down at his cards.
"The little woman giving you troubles, Bud?" Nate asked teasingly. The room hung heavy with cigar smoke as pretty much everyone had a stoagie hanging from their teeth.
"Don't taunt him too much, Nate, you're going to have a little missus of your own soon enough." Bax reminded his boss.
"I'll have you know Captain Baxter," Nate acknowledged Bax's recent promotion, "that there is no dispute as to who is the man in my household."
"And I'll have you know, son that if you wish to have a happy household." General Jack elbowed the Admiral and the two of them collaborated for the last part of the advice. "You just nod your head and say 'yes dear'." There was mass laughter in the room and a few more cards were thrown down on the table. Big howls of victory were heard from Keeter and General Jack as they collected the respective pots.
A knock came at the door and Harm got up to answer it. "Looks like Hammer's poker instructor has finally arrived." Keeter joked as he bent over the table to corral his winnings. Harm laughed sarcastically as he got to the door. He opened the door wide and he only got to see Mac for an instant before she launched herself at him. The years of a constant swirling cosmos of sexual tension had finally exploded in that second as Harm took her into his arms and stumbled back into the apartment.
"If that's what poker instructors do nowadays, I'm looking through the yellow pages when I get home." Keeter remarked and Sturgis rewarded him by smacking him upside the head. There was a round of applause from everyone in the room. Gunny let out a wolf whistle and the Admiral shouted 'About Damn Time!" from his spot across the poker table. Bax, Sturgis and Nate took it upon themselves to usher everyone out of the apartment to let Harm and Mac talk. "Come on, guys let's get out of here, these two have a lot to discuss." Bax coached as he pushed people out the door.
"Somehow, I don't think there'll be much talking involved." Webb remarked sarcastically.
"Where'll we go?" Keeter pondered aloud.
"We'll go to my place, I got a case of thirty year-old Scotch that's just waiting to be opened." General Jack offered.
"To the General's!" The Admiral hollered as the emptied into the hallway.
"Congratulations, you two." Nate offered as he closed the door behind the rambunctious group. Mac and Harm were left looking at each other, slightly breathless. Just as Harm moved into say something, the door opened again and Sturgis walked in.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry, just came to get the cigars, I'll be out in two seconds." He rambled as he grabbed the cigar box and dashed back toward the door.
Harm and Mac were left looking at each other yet again. Harm went to say something but Mac stopped him. "Harm, we screwed this up once because we weren't communicating so let's just keep it simple this time?" Mac offered and Harm nodded as he kissed the fingertips that were being pressed against his lips. "I love you and I want to be with you. Do you want to be with me?" Granted the question seemed so easy after she had said it but she still now felt like she was skydiving without a parachute. Harm nodded. "Good." Mac wrapped him up in another kiss. After a few seconds they broke again. "Anything to add?"
"I love you too, Mac." Harm was trying to catch breath.
"That's all I ever needed to hear." Mac replied
The End
A/N: What a long strange trip it's been. You remember back in Chapter Once when we asked you guys to trust us? Well, we didn't betray that trust we hope. We thank you for all the reviews and support, we really couldn't and probably wouldn't do this if it weren't for you guys. We know we have to finish SYCMIOYO and we're only three chapters from the end there too so, we're going to say goodbye to another undertaking sometime soon.
Once we finish SYCMIOYO, we're going to start a new story and we have two ideas for a new story, we just want to know which one you guys like more.
Reunions: Glory Days: The kids of the gang from our story 'Reunions' navigate their way through their teenage years, they deal with all the pressures and social realities of their current climate with their JAG parents their to help them along. Then again, they wouldn't be Rabbs, Keeters, Roberts', Baxters or Turners if they didn't get in a little trouble, right?
Stars on our Shoulders: Five years after 'Three Wise Men', the 2008 Presidential Race is about to kick off and it will launch a sequence of events that will determine the fates of the gang at JAG and America as they know it. The Rabbs struggle to balance the demands of their jobs and the demands of their family and the Ross' look to make their impact on America and the world and of course both families will need the rest of the JAG gang to make it work. Another JAG/DC crossover.