AN: This is it. The final chapter of my most succesful story so far (thank you all for that). But, don't worry, I'm in a generous mood and very soon I'll start posting my new story, called "Confession". Hope you'll like it too.

Disclaimer: No mood to argue over ownership. Sadly they're not mine.

For the last part...here we go...

As Mac walked over to save her precious Corvette, she suddenly had a great little plan. Snow…lots and lots of it. The means, the motive, the opportunity…payback's a bitch, alright! She grabbed a fist full of the white ammo, temporarily wincing at the cold, and turned it into a nice round projectile.

"Hey Flyboy!"

As he turned, she aimed, only a bit too low, hitting him in a most inconvenient place. He doubled over and remained on the ground for a considerable amount of time.

Mac flinched. It hadn't been her intention to cause serious bodily harm, especially not in any male vital organs (vital to her anyway). Quickly she ran over, uttering apologies as she neared the crime scene. She kneeled next to him, ignoring the cold, wet ground.

"Mac…sweetheart. Next time you wanna get back at me, don't take it out on our future offspring, okay?"

She suppressed a smile at the thought of having his children and satisfied herself with a gentle caress of his cheek. Thank god he was smiling, he wasn't mad or seriously hurt.

In fact, nothing was hurt but his pride, as she soon found out. The alleged 'victim' quick as a flash turned on her, grabbed her and worked her to the ground, wrists pinned down. As she wriggled to get free, he held both her wrists down with one firm hand and with the other rubbed a handful of snow in her face.

"That'll teach you to mess with a Navy aviator!"

She spluttered to get the icy goo out of her mouth.

"Let me go Squid, or I'll do more bodily harm to you than just a little snowball."

"I dare you to try."

Her breath was labored, but determined to make him squirm, she mustered up all the strength she still had in her food-deprived body.

"A Marine never turns down a challenge!"

Mac couldn't win though. Maybe it was the cold seeping through her, or the fact she was only about half his weight, but she couldn't get herself from underneath him. Harm was panting himself, his breath puffing out in little huffs. The grin on his face indicated the joy he took from his little victory, not to mention the reward of a lovely view.

Mac wanted more than anything to wipe that cocky arrogant smirk from his lips and for once, not in a way he would actually enjoy. Meaning it was time for a little change of strategy. One he might possibly recognize, since he quite adequately used it himself just now. Well, two can play that game, Sailor!

"Harm…"

Her voice sounded soft and pleading, attracting his attention at once. He looked down at her and realized how uncomfortable she must feel, being soaked, cold and lying on a dirty parking lot.

"Sorry, Ninja, here, let me help you get up."

He got off her and held out his hand to pull her on her feet…big mistake. She pulled harder, causing him to lose his balance and topple over. Before he knew it, roles were reversed and he was flat on his back on the ground with a jubilant Marine straddling him, glee all over her face.

"Hey, you cheated!"

"So sue me!"

"That's not what I had in mind, just get off me, Mac!"

"Beg for it, Squid!"

"Never!"

"I'll make you beg!"

Giggling, she poured hands full of cold liquid goop over his face, taking no notice of his squirming.

"Come on, Flyboy, fight me if you can."

She thought she was on the winning side, until Harm put one finger against her rosy lips.

"Mac? Shush."

Then he hooked his other hand behind her neck and yanked her head down, capturing her lips with his own.

Forgotten were both their attempts at winning, forgotten were the cold, the snow, their surroundings, their friends. Nothing was more important than that kiss, the soft caress of his lips, the probing of his tongue, his arms around her, the encouraging moan escaping from his throat…

"I told you I didn't want to catch you in such a position again, officers."

Busted, again. If the Admiral was mad, he didn't let on, but both of them scrambled on their feet in record time. Breathing heavily, they turned toward their CO, the redness of their shame masked by the redness of the cold. Forgetting it was the weekend and they were not in working attire, instinct kicked in and they came to attention, albeit a bit shaky.

"Sir, sorry Sir", Harm offered, knowing it sounded pretty lame.

"Leave it, Commander."

Then, grinning: "I suggest you go home to clean up and warm up and I'll see you bright and early on Monday morning. We have to find a way to keep you both occupied with a hell of a lot of work. And I do mean a hell of a lot of work. Dismissed, everybody!"

He huffed indignantly, just to hide his amusement. These two would be the death of him someday.

After that debacle, she had no idea how they'd gotten home (Harm's home), but she could vividly remember how they got 'cleaned up and warmed up'. Consequently, that Sunday morning was the second morning of her life she woke up in his arms…

Monday came along all too soon and by the end of the week came Mac's transfer. She was given the opportunity to become a fulltime judge, which meant a bigger office only one floor up, a nice paycheck and a new CO.

As long as she didn't preside any cases which Harm was either prosecuting or defending, there was no fraternization. Plus, as a bonus, she could still have lunch with her former coworkers. All in all, a wonderful solution.

One year later, Admiral's office…

This didn't look good. The first snow of the season had started to fall early this afternoon and the streets outside were already coated with thick layers of slippery liquid goo. Add the fierce gushes of icy wind to the scene and you had all the ingredients of one mean snowstorm. This didn't look good at all.

Minutes later, she was called into Admiral Chegwidden's office, where she found all of her friends and her husband already present.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I regret to inform you that all roads heading in and out of D.C. have been closed off. So those of you who don't live somewhere within walking distance from headquarters are ordered to stay inside till further notice."

Harm reached for his wife's hand, grinning at the memory. History was about to repeat itself…

THE END

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