A/N: While the show never mentioned Captain Sebring having a daughter, I am using Author's Privilege to promote him to Admiral and give him a daughter. Not beta'd, mistakes are mine!

Ritz Carlton Hotel

Washington, DC

Navy/Marine Corps Ball

As they enter the ballroom, several heads turn to glance at the striking couple. The Captain and the Colonel make quite the entrance. Harm instinctively wraps his arm more protectively around his wife. Mac whispers in his ear, "Power down Sailor, you have just as many admirers as I do."

Harm stealthily glances around the room and notices that Mac is in fact, correct. Almost as many female heads have turned in their direction as male ones. Years ago, this would have tremendously fed his ego, but now, he only had eyes for the woman currently on his arm.

Seeing no sign of the Roberts or the General, they meander over to visit with a few of Mac's co-workers on the Judicial side of JAG, Admiral Morris and Admiral Sebring. Mac smiles as she greets her superiors, "Good evening, Sirs. Beautiful night isn't it?"

Admiral Morris responds first, "Indeed it is Colonel. Good evening to both of you." Harm reaches over to shake both of their hands in greeting. Admiral Morris admires the necklace that Mac is wearing. He winks at Harm and says, "That is a beautiful necklace, Colonel, someone has great taste."

Mac blushes at the compliment, "Indeed he does sir."

Admiral Sebring replies, "Colonel, could I speak with you in private for just a moment."

Harm reluctantly releases his wife, and tells her, "Go ahead, I'm going to go over and speak to Admiral Boone."

Mac gives Harm a quick kiss, "Ok honey, I will check in with you later." Before she turns back to Admiral Sebring, she admires the glorious view of her husband's six as he walks away, remembering how those taut muscles felt under her hands an hour ago. She shivers at the thought, and hopes that they won't have to stay too long at this mandatory event where she is required to maintain a certain level of decorum.

She looks at Admiral Sebring, "What can I do for you, Sir?"

The Admiral sighs, then says, "Well, I'm not one to pussyfart around such things, so I will just ask. Is there any chance you would allow my daughter a dance with the Captain this evening?"

Mac laughs, not at all surprised by his forwardness. The Admiral is rarely one to mince words. She answers, "That would be fine, Sir, but you didn't need to ask for my permission." She is a little astonished at her quick agreement, remembering that she told Harm earlier that his dance card belonged only to her this evening.

Admiral Sebring chuckles, "Colonel, while my daughter may appear to be naïve at some points, she is certainly not as angelic as she seems. She has had an infatuation with the Captain since he defended me all those years ago. I did remind her that the Captain was very happily married to a feisty Marine, and that she would do well to remember that. I offered her no assurances, other than a promise to ask."

Mac smiles, mentally adding axe kick victim #1 to her list before stating, "Well sir, I am sure she is more innocent than some of the other vultures in the room."

As she says this, Admiral Sebring notes with a cursory glance around the room that there are in fact several women eyeing the dashing Captain. He decides it would be advantageous not to mention this fact to Mac. It will be better to remain on her good side, at least until his requested favor has been fulfilled. He offers the Colonel his arm and walks back over to the group. "Colonel Rabb, please meet my daughter, Amelia." He looks to his daughter, "Amelia, please meet Colonel Rabb, Captain Rabb's WIFE." He ensures that he emphasizes the wife part so that Amelia will not pull any of her silly stunts. He continues, "The Colonel has graciously permitted a dance between you and the Captain, if he is agreeable."

Amelia smiles radiantly. You would think that she had just been told that she won the Powerball jackpot! Admiral Sebring arches in eyebrow in Amelia's direction in silent warning. Mac silently kicks herself for agreeing to this. She thinks to herself, 'Oh my, Harm is certainly going to have his hands full with this one.' Mac politely excuses herself from the group and says, "Amelia, come with me and I will take you to meet Harm."

As they walk away, Admiral Sebring quietly laughs at the scene. He has taught his daughter the importance of protocol over the years, but she isn't always apt to follow it. He sincerely hopes that she doesn't do anything to piss off the Colonel, for all of their sakes.

Harm notices his wife walking in his direction with another younger woman next to her. He silently wonders what this is about. He bids Admiral Boone a good evening and moves in the direction Mac is approaching from. When he reaches the two of them, he gives Mac a quick kiss and asks, "Honey, who is your companion?"

Mac politely introduces Harm to the piece of jailbait he will dancing with. Her eyes silently conveying both permission and the fact that this request is a favor to Admiral Sebring. She whispers in his ear, "You had better dance with her like you were dancing with your sister."

Harm, thoroughly enjoying his wife's possessiveness teases, "But Mac, I don't have a sister." He secretly smiles at the reference he made to her so many years ago at a similar function.

She pinches his arms and quietly says, "Need I remind you of our earlier discussion about what belongs only to me?"

Harm gulps, remembering her not so gentle squeeze, "No, ma'am! Just like my sister, got it."

While Harm and Amelia are dancing, Mac notices another woman across the room. She is a tall, leggy, busty blonde that practically has a puddle of drool at her feet by the way she is admiring Harm. Mac mentally checks 'axe kick victim #2.' Mac starts moving in the direction of the blonde, ready to put her in her place Marine style, when she notices a familiar face from the past and breaks out into a huge grin. The blonde suddenly forgotten, she steps in front of him and exclaims, "Well I'll damned, if it isn't Jack Keeter!"

Jack gives her his best flyboy grin, which is no comparison to her husbands' as he says, "No, Martin Baker."

Mac laughs at Harm's old Academy buddy at the mention of the cryptic message that Jack had given Harm in Iraq to tell him that he hadn't ejected from the plane. She gives him a hug and remarks, "You think you are so charming, don't you?"

Keeter can't stop smiling as he mentions, "Well, I would have charmed you when I had you alone in the desert for a few days if it wasn't for the code between brothers."

Mac banters, "The code between brothers huh? Harm wasn't even remotely interested in me all those years ago. And Harm or no Harm, you never would have had a chance with me, and you know it. I'm immune to dress whites and gold wings."

Keeter ribs, "Sarah, he was so in love with you, even back then, that any blind man could see it. If you are so immune to dress whites and gold wings, how did you end up married to a flyboy?"

Not missing a beat, she counters, "I didn't, I married a lawyer."

Keeter simply laughs at her splitting hairs, "He might have the JAG insignia on his shoulder boards, but he still has the gold wings to go with it."

Mac relents a slight bit, "Ah, but I fell in the love with the man, not the uniform."

Jack isn't ready to let her off the hook that easily. He replies, "So you are telling me that you would still love Harm without the flight suit, khakis, dress whites, dress blues, mess dress, or wings?"

Mac ponders this for a moment before answering him with a wink. "Precisely. I personally like him best in absolutely nothing at all!"

Jack's jaw falls to the ground as she has just rendered him speechless.

TBC