Mac's Petty Officer announces Harms arrival seven minutes after Mac hung up on him. He closes her door, and shakes his index finger at her, "That wasn't very nice, Marine."

Mac runs her hand down the front of his chest, and glances at his crotch as she chuckles, "You managed to recover alright, I see."

Harm lifts her up, places her on her desk, ensuring that he doesn't place her butt in the lunch spread out all over it, and stands between her legs. He just stands there for a moment, before he takes his hand, and starts lightly caressing the back of her right knee. He leans in close to her face until his lips are close enough to hers that you could barely fit a hair between them as his hands travel upwards just above the hemline of her skirt. She is totally ready to just throw caution to the wind and beg him to take her right here and now.

When Harm hears her breath catch in her throat, he steps back away from her, walks in front of her desk, and takes a seat in the chair. He nonchalantly asks, "What did you get me? Shrimp chow-mein and Mixed Vegetables?"

It takes Mac a moment to catch her breath again. Once she does, she slides off her desk, and turns to face Harm with her arms folded just below her breasts and gives an exasperated huff! She states, "I suppose I deserved that."

Harm waggles his eyebrows at her, and grabs his chopsticks, thoroughly pleased with himself for leaving his Marine flustered.

Mac decides to just sit down and enjoy lunch with her husband. There isn't any point in waging this kind of war with him, because right now she would be the one that would suffer more. It's really kind of bad to want to seduce your husband 24/7. However, that doesn't mean she won't pay him back after they get home. She grabs some Kung Pao Chicken and inquires, "So, how did the meeting go with the General this morning?"

Harm smiles, remembering the dressing down that Lt. England received, and then frowns knowing that he needs to work the General's request into conversation. He rambles, "Let's see. He praised your marksmanship skills. He is not only making Lt. England apologize to you, but making her organize a charity event with Harriet's help as well. The General hopes that Captain Turner can cure Lt. Vukovic of his philandering methods. He thinks we need to make the announcement that you are pregnant, and he is afraid his daughter is going to become a Naval Officer instead of a Marine. Yeah, that about sums it all up." As soon as he is finished speaking, he instantly puts more food in his mouth.

Mac sets her chopsticks down, leans back in her chair, and starts tapping her manicured nails on the desk.

Harm swallows, and asks, "What?"

Her eyes glowing with mild annoyance she states, "You aren't that sly, Sailor."

He should have known better than to try and slip that into casual conversation. The sharp staccato echoing in the room is a sure sign that she is about to strike. Harm gulps, "What do you mean?"

Mac picks the chopsticks back up and looks down at her plate, merely moving her food around with them. She answers quite matter of factly, "I'm happy the General remembers my kicking his butt on the range. I'll have to see if he wants to rematch sometime. Lt. England apologized this morning before court, and treaded very lightly while court was in session. I feel bad for Harriet that she will have to spend time with the woman. I think that Vukovic will always be a womanizer, but if anyone can show him the path to righteousness, it would be Sturgis. I will gladly talk to the General's daughter about why the Marines are better than the Navy, and…" She looks directly at Harm, and barks in her best Marine voice, "I've informed MY Commanding Officer of my condition, as required. I want to wait until after we have the ultrasound done before we make our announcement to everyone else, regardless of what they suspect to be true, and I don't want to hear anything more about it until then!"

This being Mac's 3rd pregnancy, Harm really should have learned by now to tread lightly with her un-natural hormonal acts. Sometimes, like last night and this morning, they definitely work in his favor. However, when he sticks his foot in his mouth, like right now, his odds might be better walking around a minefield in Afghanistan.

Before he can utter the words "I'm sorry" there is a knock at the door to Mac's chambers. Mac looks away from him, and provides a curt "Enter" still annoyed with her husband.

Mac's assistant opens the door, and waits at attention. She immediately tells her, "At ease."

Petty Officer Algan states, "I'm very sorry to interrupt ma'am, but your phone was emitting a continuous beeping noise when I pressed the intercom button, and Petty Officer Quinn is on the phone. General Cresswell is asking to speak to Captain Rabb immediately, and his yeoman thought he would check here after he didn't find the Captain in his office."

Mac glances at her phone, and notices that it is off the hook. Harm struggles to keep his smile contained, but a wide grin crosses his features when he realizes exactly how the receiver ended up turned on its side. Mac in turn, shoots daggers at him with her eyes, but the corner of her mouth upturns in a small smile too. She says, "Thank you Petty Officer. You're dismissed."

After Mac's yeoman has left the office, she says, "Duty calls, Sailor. Get the lead out before the General sends out a search party for you."

Harm stands up, and walks around to Mac's side of the desk. He takes her hand in his, and says, "I'm sorry, Sarah. We can tell everyone when you are ready. I love you."

Mac squeezes his hand, "I love you too. But don't think you are off the hook just yet, Sailor."

Harm gives her a quick kiss, and heads towards the door. As he turns the knob, he grins, "Hey Mac. I might not be off the hook, but the phone still is. You might want to fix that before anyone else important tries to call and wonders what is going on in here!"

He slides out the door just before a rather thick law book smacks him squarely in the head.