Having come in a few minutes earlier than expected (knowing where the speed traps are really helps), Harm had plenty of time to change into his uniform and take a slow stroll towards the break room for some coffee.

On the way there he met Jen, who looked at him with an impish gleam in her eye. She knew exactly why he was early, even though she heard him still moving around his apartment when she left for work. She also knew that he knew that she knew why he was so relaxed. But she was flattered to know he trusted her not to reveal his little secret.

He greeted her and walked on, barely making 3 steps before stopping. The reason for it was a young male PO, who was very obviously oggling Jen as she tended to her duties, her back to them. The look of lust on the young PO's face was unmistakable, as was his obvious approval as to how nicely Jen's uniform fit her beautifully shaped body. Harm had to admit that Jen was quite a beautiful woman and that her uniform fit her luscious curves spectacularily. But it made Harm's blood boil. The guy was way out of line looking at Jen like that. Realizing he was behaving quite territorial and not even caring if he had no right to feel that way, Harm leveled his most fiercest glare at the young man. Besides, the way the young pup was looking was definitely unprofessional and they can't have that in the office. The PO somehow felt Harm's stare drilling into his skull and turned to look at Harm, only to blanch in fear. He read the look in the Commander's eyes quite clearly: 'Back off, or else...'. Deciding that living to oggle another day was more preferrable than engaging in a fight he had no chance of winning, the young admirer quickly left the field of battle. It was said years later that he never dared to look at another woman that way again.

Harm held back a victorious smile that threatened to errupt and continued on his way. Though he knew he wouldn't act any other way if he had a chance to correct it, it still worried him how territorial he had become over the last few months whenever it came to Jen. He tried to convince himself it was because she was like a sister to him, but deep down he knew the truth. He just wasn't ready to admit it to himself yet.

Shaking his head to clear it of these troubling thoughts, he entered the break room and poured himself a cup of coffee.

When Harm was slowly sipping his second cup the Admiral entered the room (his usual scowl firmly in place on his face), growled something Harm couldn't understand and left, his black cloud faithfully following.

Soon after Harm left the vicinity of the bullpen, going bak to his office, not wanting to be near when the storm broke. There are some advantages to having an out of the way hole... erm... office.

Half an hour later, during the staff meeting, Mac finally came in, earning herself some chewing out from the Admiral. It seemed that the traffic jam, which occured due to an overturned truck and only slowed him down a little, had her stuck for quite some time. Harm felt sorry for her, knowing what she was going through right now, due to his own past experiences of being chewed up and spit out by the Admiral.

Finally the Admiral was done and the staff meeting could proceed. Mac made a bee-line for her office, intending to bury herself in work on the piles of folders, begging for attention on her desk. It also insured she would be out of the Admiral's line of fire. Harm followed next, turning for the corridor that lead towards his closet. Pardon, his 'office'.

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3 hours later Harm was hard at work when he was interrupted by Jen, bringing him his mail. This time she stayed while he looked through it, sitting in a chair in front of his desk. But unlike other times she stayed to talk to him, this time she was strangely silent. What was even stranger was that she still had an envelope in her hand.

When he discovered an identical envelope among his mail, it only made the situation more curious.

Dropping the rest of the mail on his table, he investigated the envelope from all sides, noticing the official seal of a Court House in Las Vegas.

He turned confused eyes on Jen, who just shrugged and showed him her envelope which had the same seal.

"I don't know, sir. This just came in. It even had to be signed for. It has to have something to do with our last visit there, for the conference. But we didn't do anything. Right?"

Worried chocolate brown eyes, locked on his, pleading for her statement to be true.

Harm tried to ease her worries. "Of course not. We never got drunk and cause trouble, we didn't do anything that would be classified as a criminal act. Well let's just open them and see what they say."

Handing her a letter opener and taking one for himself they quickly cut through the envelopes and pulled out the two wads of paper. Two sets of eyes started to read the text.

And two identical, stunned "WHAT?" sounded out in the small room, both occupants turning shell-shocked eyes on each other.

Suddenly the door opened with force, slamming against the wall, creating a crack in it and revealing the glowering visage of a certain 2-star Admiral. With a growl unlike anything ever heard before he ground out.

"You two, my office. NOW!"

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8 MINUTES EARLIER

ADMIRAL CHEGGWIDDEN'S OFFICE

The Navy's JAG was reading through a 3 days old newspaper in an attempt to calm himself down. He didn't know why he was so volatile lately, but he knew that chewing someone out usually helped release his frustrations. Not even a few days off, from which he returned today, helped any.

When he turned the page, his eyes were caught by a title in capitol letters: RECORD FINALLY BROKEN!

The article went on to explain how the record of the largest mass wedding was broken the day before at a hotel in Las Vegas. Several black and white photos were added to make the article more interesting.

He was just about to move on when something strange caught his eye. Looking at the photo more carefully he finally discovered what caught his attention. Contrary to all other grooms in the picture, one was dressed in white, sticking out like a sore thumb. 'Well, at least the bride is in white' grumbled the Admiral.

But there was something different with the bride's dress also. He quickly figured out what was different. It suddenly dawned on him that it was the same thing as with the groom: those weren't a suit and a dress, those were uniforms! And Navy uniforms at that!

Cursing the two fools who dared to smudge the Navy's public image by participating in something like a mass wedding he continued scrutinizing the photo. After a careful examination he concluded that the couple were both indeed Navy personnel. The groom was obviously an officer, but something wasn't quite right with the bride. He quickly realized what was wrong... the bride wasn't even an officer, according to the chevrons on her sleeves she was an NCO, a Petty Officer 1st Class. The two were not only stupid enough to get married in the first place, they also did it in such a public way. The JAG was already started planning how to find out their names and who to assign to the case when he looked closely at the faces of his newest victims and saw the stunned expressions of Rabb and Coates staring back at him.

His blood pressure immediately sky-rocketed, his teeth clenched together and he bolted out of his chair to get his hands on the two lovebirds, his fists clenching at his side.

Not finding his yeoman at her desk, he continued on, knowing where he would find her, though she wasn't there for the reason he imagined.

The way to Commander's out of the way office was made in record time. Just as he grasped the doorknob he heard two voices call out inside.

Anger once again flooded through his veins and he opened the door angrily, letting it slam against the wall.

His eyes quickly zeroed in on the two culprits, sitting there, gazing at each other with dreamy eyes. How dare they do this to him, after all he had done for them!

Not only going behind his back breaking regs, but also having the nerve to get married!

Blood pressure reaching new heights, he ground out with a voice that surprised even himself.

"You two, my office. NOW!" With that he turned on his heel and left.

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To say they were shocked at what just happened would be like saying a tiger is just a big kitten.

When they opened the letters the last thing they expected was a marriage license, with their names on it, stamped and looking quite real. All they had to do was to sign it and have a witness sign it..

Added was also a copy of the participation form they filled out at the entrance of the room and an official notice that the marriage is official and legal, based on the information, signature and authorisation given by signing the participation form.

From the looks on the other's face it was obvious that they both received the same thing, only in Jen's case a copy of the license, while Harm had the real thing.

Since the moment was so bizarre, the sudden appearance of the Admiral didn't even surprise them, much less shock them. It seemed quite fitting, somehow, that the Admiral came into the picture at that exact moment.

Numb from shock they stood up and followed the Admiral to his office.

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