A/N: Chapter 6 had references to 2 other TV Shows. Can anyone tell me what they were?

While the CAG and Keeter have their heart to heart on the balcony, Harm has made his way back over to Mac. She is conversing with Bud and Harriet, and they all seem to be having a splendid time.

Harm greets Bud and Harriet with a warm handshake and hug, respectively. He is immediately apologetic for his absence, "I'm sorry that I have been so tied up this evening that we haven't had a chance to catch up yet."

Harriet looks up at him with a twinkle in her eye, "No worries, Sir, we rather enjoyed watching you squirm while you were dancing with Admiral Sebring's daughter!"

Harm rolls his eyes. "Very funny, Harriet. It wouldn't have been so bad if she would have just let me lead. Instead she kept stepping all over my feet!"

Harriet teases, "Well, she probably thought she needed to lead since your attention was diverted."

Harm partially raises his eyebrow and looks to Bud for assistance. Bud chuckles, "It's the price of duty, I'm afraid. I'm not looking forward to achieving the rank where I have to play in all the politics also."

Mac chimes in, "I hate to tell you, Commander, but you are already there."

Harm wraps his arm around Mac's shoulders and leans to whisper in her ear, "Speaking of politics, you found a way to "handle" me anyway, didn't you?"

Mac looks deep into his eyes and murmurs against his lips, "Why Captain, I have no idea what you are talking about!"

Harm gives her a soft kiss. "By the way, Admiral Boone says 'hello'."

Mac innocently replies, "Really? I didn't know the CAG was here!"

Harm raises his eyebrow and pulls her in closer against him, "Uh huh. You, Mrs. Rabb, are a sneaky little devil, and we will deal with your mischievous behavior when we get home."

Mac runs her hand seductively down his chest, "Now Sailor, it seems you are encouraging me to see how much more trouble I can cause this evening vice trying to keep myself out of it."

A course of desire runs through Harm as he snorts, "Just no court martial offenses, ok?"

Harriet and Bud stare at their two best friends and start laughing. They haven't heard a word they said, but they still feel like voyeurs.

Mac is the first to break the spell that her and Harm are under and asks, "What is so funny?"

Harriet giggles, "You are, Ma'am. I still can't believe the two of you tried to deny how in love with each other you were for so long. It was so obvious to everyone around you that it was frightening."

Bud adds, "Several of us, including the Admiral, considered locking you in a room together on more than one occasion. The only reason we didn't was we weren't sure if you would finally act on your feelings, or kill each other! So naturally, in either scenario, we didn't know how much time it to would take to be able to safely open the door."

Harm and Mac join in the merriment, appreciating their friends' good-natured ribbing. They reply in unison, "We figured it out." That simple statement makes the whole group laugh more.

Harm is about to go get everyone a fresh round of drinks when a dashing Commander, standing 6'2" with blonde hair, and gorgeous blue eyes meanders over to the group. From the looks of his ribbons and insignia, he is a Public Affairs Officer. Bud smiles and shakes his hand, "Commander Jackson, it's great to see you again."

Harriet and Mac exchange questioning glances. First of all, this guy is drop dead gorgeous. Secondly, how does Bud know him?

Mac feels Harm start to bristle against her, and immediately interlaces her fingers with his. She silently wonders what has gotten into him tonight. Even before the incident with Keeter, he has been in super over protective mode this evening. She also hasn't seen him get this jealous in several years. He almost seems clingy. She's just not sure if a strategic exit from others for a little while will suffice, or if it will need to wait until they get home. Either way, she will get to the bottom of it. All of a sudden, it dawns on her, "the bottom of it"! He's embarrassed about the blemish they discovered before the ball, and it has him completely on edge. Well, she will just have to get her silly Flyboy back on solid ground! Just as soon as she can find a place alone to reassure him.

Bud offers introductions to the group, "CDR Jackson came aboard the Seahawk my last few months there, and we served together in the Public Affairs Office. CDR, this is my beautiful wife, Harriet. This is Captain Rabb, a trial lawyer and investigator with the JAG Corps, and Colonel Mackenzie, a judge with the JAG Corps."

Harm shoots daggers at Bud for introducing his wife using her maiden name. Thankfully, Mac jumps in, "A pleasure to meet you Commander, I only became a judge just before Harm and I got married."

Recognition dawns for CDR Jackson, "Ahh yes, Rabb and Mackenzie, the Dynamic Duo of Investigators from JAG. I remember the Captain speaking fondly of the two of you. He mentioned that you were a great team, but would be even better once you resolved the sexual tension surrounding you. I'm glad to see that you finally extended that teamwork to your personal lives as well."

Mac turns several shades of red at the insinuation, perhaps they were blind for several years. She wonders how many other Captains have made similar comments over the years.

Harm, feeling slightly more comfortable, extends his hand to the man and gives him a firm handshake, complete with his signature grin, "Yes, she has made me the happiest man alive." He gives Mac a quick kiss on her forehead before stating, "Now, if you all would excuse us, I would like to take my lovely wife for a spin."

Harm and Mac head out to the dancefloor. CDR Jackson looks at Bud, "With your permission, Bud, I would love to take your wife for a stroll around the dance floor, if she would be so kind to oblige me."

Harriet blushes as Bud tells, him, "That's fine with me, Sir. My leg could use a rest anyway."

CDR Jackson extends his hand to Harriet, and the two of them head out to join Harm and Mac.

As the couples are twirling away on the dance floor, Admiral Boone and Captain Keeter come back in from the balcony. The Admiral takes one look at Harm and Mac, thoroughly lost in each other on the dance floor, and taps Keeter on the shoulder. "Now Keeter, take a look at that and tell me what you see?"

Jack looks at the couple in question. They are dancing as close together as protocol will allow in this setting, gazing into each other's eyes, lovingly. "My best friend happier than I ever thought he could be. After he lost his father, and then Diane, I never thought he would open himself up to the possibility of loving someone again. They look as blissful now as they did on their wedding day. She grounds him, but in a way that still makes him feel like he is flying high above the clouds."

Admiral Boone nods his agreement, "So why would you want to create friction between them?"

Jack vehemently states, "CAG! I told you I had no designs on Mac! I really just wanted to mess with Harm a little, but I can see where I might have crossed the line this time."

The CAG thumps him on the back, "Good man! My work here is complete. Jealousy really isn't a good color on either one of you." He nods in Harm and Mac's direction, " When the two of them float back down to planet earth, I'll play referee so you and Harm can mend fences. Then, we can work on finding you the right woman! Don't think for a minute I'm letting you get cozy with the Krennick woman! You can dance with her, but that had better be as far as it goes. You hear me, boy?"

Jack gives him a full flyboy grin, "Geesh CAG, and here I thought I was a grown man who was capable of making his own decisions."

Admiral Boone responds in kind, "A man, yes. Grown? Maybe. And when you start making the RIGHT decisions, I'll stop interfering!"

Keeter announces, "I'm going to get a drink, I'll catch up with you later." As he walks away, he mumbles, "Precisely what I need, someone else trying to be my conscience."

Admiral Boone bellows, "I heard that!"

Jack just shakes his head and continues walking towards the bar. He has gotten into more trouble tonight that he has on his last ten missions for the CIA combined. UGH! He knows better than to push the CAG too much though. The Admiral has a direct line to the one woman who would yank him by his ear, and ensure he knows how to behave properly. As much as he loves Harm's grandmother, that is not the immediate greeting he would want upon seeing her again. And the crazy old bat would drive down here tonight if she felt she needed to! He shudders at the mere thought of that!

The final few notes of the waltz are drifting through the room as Harm takes Sarah's hand and brings it to his lips for a soft kiss. This simple, tender touch, reminds her of all the reasons she fell in love with him. Years ago, she trained herself to suppress the emotions that he evoked with his chivalrous gestures. Now, all it did was flame her desire. Breathless from just this tiny expression of his love, she touches her forehead to his and whispers, "Let's get some air, Sailor."