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JAG HQ

Falls Church, VA

1011 hours local

Assistant-producer and personal assistant Evan Brown walked into the JAG HQ's building. He looked around, checking the building. Then he looked down at the application letter in his hand. Out of the couple million application letters they'd got, this was the most convincing.

The new show they came up with was going to be a huge success. It was guaranteed from the first meeting up until the end of the show. Eight couples. Or so it appeared to be. One of the couples weren't really a couple. They were pretending to be. And instead of hiring an actor couple, they'd decided to go with a couple whom were couplish, but who weren't together, despite what everybody else was thinking.

They'd received millions of letters from all over the country, and there were pretty convincing letters and tapes and pictures there, but this was the ultimate one. What really got to them was that they had been best friends for almost nine years, and they had been through so much together. They always had each other's backs. They were godparents to Harriet's kids. Harriet Simms- Roberts had seen them go through most of it and she was convinced they were supposed to be together.

'Excuse me; I'm looking for Harriet Simms?' Evan asked the first officer he found when he stepped out of the elevator on the third floor.

'I think Lt. Simms is in there' the officer said, pointing to the glass doors that led into the bullpen. 'Just look for the first female, blond officer'.

'Thanks'. Evan started to make his way to the bullpen. The doors opened just before he could get in. The tall, handsome guy held the door open for a stunning beauty. Even though she was wearing a Marine green uniform.

'You're kidding me, right sailor?'

'No Marine, really. If I could trade places with her, for her not to go through this awful audition thing at school, I would. You know I would. You were the one who told me how awful she thinks it is'.

'Yes, of course I know...'

The rest of their conversation was lost for Evan. So that was definitely a couple. He held the door open for her, guided her with a hand on the small of her back. The loving glances back and forth.

'Lt. Simms?'

Harriet looked up. 'Yes?'

'Evan Brown. We talked on the phone the other day. I wanted to talk to you about the letter...'

'Ssh' Harriet hushed, putting a finger over her lips. 'Come on, I don't think the Commander will mind if we use his office for a while'. She dragged Evan to the office.

Evan looked around. 'Nice office'. A little airplane replica, a picture of a young boy and his father. On the desk was a photo of the man and woman Evan had just seen walking out of the bullpen.

'They walked out of the bullpen just now' Evan said. 'That couple. He's quite the gentleman isn't he? Opening doors, guiding her with a hand on her back...'

The man and woman were standing in front of a church, with a small bundle in the woman's arms. The woman was leaning against the man for support, as he had an arm around her shoulders. Next to them stood a teenage girl, proudly smiling.

'They waited long before going for a second child' he said as he sat down.

Harriet shook her head and tried to hold her laugh. 'I told you they make a convincing couple Mr. Brown'.

'What? And it's Evan'.

'This is the couple I wrote about. They are Harm and Mac. That teenage girl is Mac's little sister, Chloe, and the baby in Mac's arms is my youngest son Jimmy'.

Evan's mouth dropped open. 'What? But... He was just saying that if he could trade places with the girl in school he would, and she confirmed that she knew...' He ran a hand through his hair. 'They really make a convincing couple'.

'That's what I said in my letter'. She leaned against Harms desk. 'When we go out on Friday nights, all the guys back off the minute they see the Commander walking in. One look on the Colonel's face tells them they won't stand a chance'.

'If it's so obvious to everyone, how come they don't see it themselves?'

Harriet shrugged. 'They say loves makes blinds right? Literally, in this case. Let's put it like this: Harm and Mac already have what it takes to make a perfect marriage but they don't see it themselves'.

She smiled. 'Someone once said that falling in love with someone isn't always going to be easy. Anger, tears, laughter... It's when you want to be together despite it all. That's when you truly love another. That is what they have. Unconditional love'.

Evan leaned back in his chair. 'Love really makes blind, doesn't it?'

'It does. And they've been dancing around it for the past nine years. Not even Chloe could convince them to start dating. They always try to keep things from each other; things that they know will hurt the other person'.

'Sounds like the marriage is there Lt.'.

'Call me Harriet. But yeah, the only thing that's missing is the moving in, but I think that will be taken care of once they participate in the show'. She played with her wedding ring.

'Sort of yes. We've located the show in a village in the middle of nowhere. Every couple gets their own bed- and bathroom but they all live in the same house. They have to convince the people in the village that they are a couple by doing certain tasks' Evan explained.

'I already love this' Harriet smiled. 'There is only one thing... I didn't tell anyone that I signed them up. I didn't even expected that my letter would come through the first fifty thousand'.

'Well it did. All the things you wrote made them a couple to me and seeing them makes me only surer of my case. They are the ones that we want'.

Harriet gave him a brilliant smile. 'I only hope that the Admiral won't make a problem out of it'.

'Out of what?'

'Losing two of his senior attorneys for a couple of months so they can participate in a TV show'.

'I don't think it'll be a problem Harriet' Evan grinned. 'Trust me. I'm sure I can persuade the Admiral'.

JAG HQ

Falls Church, VA

1230 hours local

'What are you doing for lunch?' Harm asked as he followed Mac out of the courtroom.

'What are we doing for lunch you mean?' Mac answered.

'That's pretty much the same thing these days'. He winked and held the door open.

She smiled up to him. 'I guess so. Anyway, I think Luciano is expecting us tonight so why don't we honor good old Greg with a visit? It's been weeks since we've been there. I'm sure he thinks we've disappeared from the surface of the earth'.

'Anything's fine with me Ninja-girl. Maybe we can go over the Barstow case while we're at it'.

Mac gave him a look and arched an eyebrow. 'Harm, what was the first agreement we made when we decided to do this?' She set her briefcase on her desk.

'Right' Harm said. 'Don't talk about work. Sorry'. He shook his head. 'My memory is failing me. Third time this week'.

'Well, I hope that you still know where Greg's is, 'cause I'm starving and you owe me a ride'.

'After you milady'. Harm winked at her again and they walked out of the bullpen.

Evan, who'd observed them from the doorway to the Admiral's office, went in search for Harriet. 'Harriet?'

Harriet looked up. 'Yes?'

'Who are Greg and Luciano?'

'Is it lunchtime already? It's about time they went there again. Greg probably thinks they've vanished. Anyway, Greg owns their favorite French restaurant. Luciano owns the Italian place where they do Thursday's dinner. They usually do French during lunch or order in Chinese or something. They spent it together whatsoever'.

Evan was slightly surprised. 'They have lunch and dinner together?'

Harriet nodded as if it was the most normal thing on earth. 'You'd expected something else?'

'I don't know'. Evan shrugged. 'If I didn't know any better I would be convinced that they're together'.

'If you see their week schedule for dinner, it will only get worse'. Harriet pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

'Really? They have a week schedule for dinner?'

'They spent every evening together. Mondays are for homemade dinner at the Commanders place. Tuesdays are for the little Greek place near Union Station. Wednesdays are for homemade dinner at the Colonels place. You know where they go on Thursdays. Fridays are for movies and dinner after that. Dinner place depends on the movie and the mood they're in'.

'What do they do in the weekends?' Evan was almost afraid to ask it.

'Order in. Either pizza or God-knows-what. Again, spent it together'.

'Wow'. He ran a hand through his hair. 'This show is going to be so interesting'.

'So the Admiral gave permission?'

'That he did. I had to promise him that he was the first one that would receive the DVD-box though, but I don't think that'll be a problem'.

Harriet clasped her hands together. 'I knew it! When are you going to tell them?'

'After they come back from Greg's?' Evan suggested. 'Or should I wait till tonight and set something up at Luciano's?'

Harriet's eyes started to twinkle. 'I have something in mind'.

La Bella Vita

Georgetown, VA

1855 hours local

Evan watched them come in. They sure made a handsome couple. They were so used to each other that everything seemed to go automatic. Instead of the waiter, Harm pulled Macs chair out to let her sit. The waiter poured sparkling cider and handed menus.

'Luciano?' Evan asked, leaning just a bit back so he could look into the kitchen.

'Yes Mr. Brown?' Luciano said with his thick Italian accent.

'How long are they coming here?' He nodded towards Harm and Mac, who were now involved in a conversation about the menus.

'The Commandante and the Colonel? Every Thursday since last January'. He lightly frowned.

'And how long do you think they are together?' Evan questioned him again.

Luciano shook his head. 'I do not know Mr. Brown. A long time. There is nothing the Commandante does not know about the beautiful Colonel and there is nothing the beautiful Colonel does not know about the Commandante'.

Evan turned around to face Luciano. 'What would you say to me if I told you that they're not a couple?'

Luciano was quiet for a while. 'Then I would say that they should be together. It is not nice to fool people'.

The producer grinned and turned his head back to Harm and Mac. 'Do you know what they'll pick to eat?'

'It's always a surprise. They'll order two big... how do you say it again... dishes and two plain, white plates and they will share the two dishes. The Colonel will end up eating more then the Commandante'.

'What will they order for dessert?'

Luciano shrugged. 'Why are you so interested in the couple?'

'Just answer the question Luciano'.

'Fine, fine. They will have tiramisu with espresso instead of liqueur. The beautiful woman does not drink and he does not drink in her presence'.

The other man grinned again. 'They'll be in for a surprise tonight then'.

Meanwhile, Harm and Mac had ordered their food and were casually chatting with each other.

'You heard how Chloe's audition went this afternoon?'

'You didn't even have to think about taking her place. There was this over enthusiastic message on my voicemail when I came home'. Mac smiled. 'She got the part. Was by far the best'.

'You did call her back to congratulate her didn't you Ninja-girl?'

'Of course I did. She was so happy about it. I haven't heard her this happy in a while'.

There was a hint of a smile on Harm's face. 'That's just because she's down there and not here with you. I wouldn't be happy if I didn't see you as often as I do now'.

'Really Harm?'

'Really Sarah'. He winked and released her hand when the waiter came with their food.

The rest of their dinner was spent with small talk and teasing at each other. The only difference there was with dessert; the waiter didn't come to take their order. Mac was a bit worried about that. When their dessert finally came, it wasn't tiramisu. And it wasn't their regular waiter who brought it either.

'I'm sorry, sir, ma'am, I know you usually have the espresso-tiramisu but we have a small problem. Luciano isn't here tonight and there has been a mix up with his replacement'.

Harm frowned. 'Well, that's a surprise. 'Cause if Luciano had been here, he would've told you to bring one piece of cake instead of two'.

'Harm, hush. It's not his fault Luciano isn't here. And besides, they got our standard orders for tonight right'. Mac shot him a look that said much more then what she'd just said out loud.

'You're right Ninja-girl. I'm sorry. What's this?' He looked up to the waiter.

Evan grinned. 'This is a surprise Mr. Rabb. But I'm sure you and the Mrs. will like it'.

Mac blushed, but neither one of them corrected him. People thought they were a couple nine out of ten times so there was no need to correct him. Evan was surprised they didn't.

He remained standing by their table when Mac dug into the dessert. Harm frowned and looked back up, shaking his head. 'Something else?'

'Can I ask you something?'

'I guess so'.

'Good'. Evan pulled a chair out and sat down. 'What if someone would ask you to participate in a TV-show... as a couple? You'd live with seven other couples in a mansion and you'd have to pretend to be a couple for as long as you'd be there?'

'Why would we want to pretend to be a couple?' Mac asked, chewing on a bite. 'It's a nice dessert Harm'. She handed him a spoon. 'Dig in'.

Harm took a bite without arguing. 'Are you going to answer the question?'

'Right'. Evan cleared his throat. 'What we want to do is prove that there are people in this country that should be together and are so couplish that everybody else thinks they are'.

'Say that we take the offer, Mr...?'

'Brown. Evan Brown'.

'Mr. Brown. Say that we take the offer. How do you want us to do that?'

'The thing with people who are ''together'' for a while is that they know each other inside and out. That would mean that they easily could win a quiz about what their other half would answer'.

'Right. Then why don't just make a one-time-quiz out of it?'

Evan grinned. 'A two-month show is much more interesting then a one-time-quiz Mrs. Rabb. Besides, we want a chance to make the other seven couples believe that they are a couple'.

Mac was confused. 'And what in the world led you to us?'

'An application letter'. Evan spread the letter out on the table. 'From someone who knows you very well'.

'Is that so?' Mac pulled the letter to her. Her eyes grew wide when she saw the name. 'Harm? Harm?' She tapped his arm more violently when he didn't answer right away.

'Yes Tiger, I heard you. What is it?'

'Look who wrote the letter!' Mac let him look at the letter. She felt like she was going to faint.

Harm looked pretty shocked when he saw the name, just as Mac had looked when she'd seen it.

'So, what do you think? You two in?'

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