A/N: There are some days I seriously wonder if I have lost my mind! I know that Carolyn Imes wasn't at JAG HQ when Bud was deployed, but I like her spunky character, so chalk it up to Author's Privilege. Also, some of the medical research I did before I started writing this story was pointed out by a reviewer as well, part of it will be mentioned now.

JAG HQ - Breakroom

Falls Church, VA

Since Mac isn't looking where she is going, she doesn't notice the 6'4" wall in her path, and she walks straight into the subject of their discussion. Harriet and Carolyn both abruptly turn around, and start aimlessly looking through cupboards. Mac thinks, 'Oh shit, how much of that did he hear?'

Harms grasps Mac's shoulders, trying to stabilize her, so that she doesn't fall. "Steady There, Marine." He manages to keep her upright, unfortunately, the cup of coffee she is holding isn't so lucky. About a quarter of the cup sloshes out, and ends up trickling down his previously immaculate set of summer whites, all over his chest, abs, and slightly lower. Mac immediately blushes.

Carolyn sees this as the perfect opportunity, and quickly passes Mac a dishtowel, "Here, use this to help clean it up before it gets worse. I'll see if I can find some seltzer water."

Mac presses the towel into Harm's chest, "I'm sorry, I'm running late, I have to get to the Walker deposition." She rushes out of the breakroom, very embarrassed, and calls over her shoulder, "I'm really very sorry, Harm!"

Harm stands there for a minute completely befuddled as he hears Mac's office door slam shut. He looks at Carolyn and Harriet, "What was that all about?"

Harriet acts just as surprised as Harm, and responds quickly, "I have no idea, Sir."

Carolyn looks up at Harm with the seltzer water in her hand, "Can I help you clean that up, Harm?"

Harriet tries to slide by Harm to exit the breakroom before this already awkward situation gets worse, "If you'll excuse me, Commanders, I will see you later."

Harm reaches for the seltzer water that CDR Imes is holding, "Thanks for the offer Carolyn, but I'm a big boy, and I can manage it myself."

Carolyn hands him the seltzer water, murmuring under her breath as she leaves the kitchen, "I'll just bet you are."

The Admiral walks in the breakroom, takes one look at the Commander's soiled uniform, and grumps, "Did we relax the dress code around here today, Commander?"

Harm replies sheepishly, "Sorry sir, this is the consequence of trying to dance with a distracted Marine."

The Admiral leans against the counter, "I guess I should sign you two up for dancing lessons then."

Harm is at a loss, he and Mac have never had any problems dancing, other than the tangled dance of their relationship, "Sir?"

The Admiral brusquely states, "Well, there is an official function coming up in a few months, and we can't very well have either you or Mac embarrassing JAG with soiled dress uniforms. You guys will need to be in sync. I think a lesson in coordination will do you both some good. In the meantime, fix today's uniform before Admiral Morris has you up on contempt charges in court this afternoon."

Harm snaps to attention, "Aye, Aye, Sir!" On the way to his office, he notices that Mac's door is closed and the lights are out. She must have left for her deposition already. Oh well, he will call her later to inform her of the Admiral's "suggestion." He has to admit; he is actually looking forward to it. Plus, at the dance studio, they will be in civvies, any excuse to hold Mac closer than normal protocol dictates is an added bonus. Maybe he can use this opportunity to move their relationship forward. Right now, however, he needs to go grab a spare uniform out of his car, and get changed before court resumes. As luck would have it, something made him pick up his dry cleaning this morning on the way in. Perhaps all the stars were lining up for a reason. All he has to do now was make sure he doesn't screw it up!

Harm completely misses the grin on the Admiral's face after he leaves the kitchen.

JAG HQ - Conference Room 1

Falls Church, VA

Mac is in the conference room with her absolute favorite adversary (NOT), Lt. Loren Singer, for the Walker deposition. It isn't even lunch time yet, and her day has already gone from bad to worse. How in the world did she let Carolyn and Harriet rope her into this crazy discussion of theirs in the first place? Now it is all she can think about. She was so distracted that she had literally walked headfirst into the object of her preoccupied mind! What is she going to do now? It will be hard enough to face him after her little display in the breakroom, but that isn't what has her scared. Not knowing how much he overheard before she ran into him is what makes her want to run for the hills. She needs to snap herself out of her daze and pay attention to this deposition, she can figure out the "Harm" situation later. Mac refuses to give Little Miss "I'm going to be the first female JAG" any leverage to use against her. She really wishes that the Admiral had sent this witch to the Seahawk instead of Bud, but she knows it is a great opportunity for Bud, even if the rest of them have to suffer for it.

Lt Singer is still fuming from being passed over for the billet onboard a carrier that went to the Lt. Righteous Roberts. She needs to find a way to get into the Admirals' good graces again. Winning a case against either of the tops dogs, Rabb and Mackenzie, would definitely be a step in the right direction. She notices that the Colonel seems off in her own little world right now. Maybe she can use this to her advantage.

JAG HQ - Courtyard

Falls Church, VA

Carolyn and Harriet are having lunch in the courtyard again, when Harm comes running out his car for a fresh uniform, a key chain dangling from his left hand.

As he bends inside the vehicle, Carolyn gets a shit eating grin, "God that man has a gorgeous six!"

Harriet cries, "Carolyn!"

She smiles coyly, "What? He does! A girl can fantasize you know!"

Harriet blushes, "Yes, I know. Did you know that medical studies show that on most men, the left testicle hangs lower than the right?"

Carolyn questions, "Really?"

Harriet replies, "Yes, this is because most men are right handed"

Carolyn asks, "So, do you think the Commander is left handed or right handed?"

Harriet ponders this for a moment, "I really don't know. At the JAG softball game, he threw with his right hand. But I've also seen him write with his left, and he was just dangling his key chain from his left hand. Maybe he is ambidextrous."

Carolyn laughs, "A guy who is equally talented with both of his hands? I could definitely use a man like that!"

Harriet sighs, desperately missing her husband, "I think we all could." She adds, "Do you think the Colonel is going to take us up on the challenge?"

Carolyn shrugs, "I've never known a Marine to back down from a challenge, but I don't think Mac is going to step up to the plate on this one."

Harriet knows her best friend too well, and she overheard the Admiral mention the dance lessons to Harm. "I'm pretty sure she will, when the opportunity presents itself."

Carolyn grins, "Care to put a wager on it?"

Harriet wonders which item she wants to put a wager on, "On the challenge itself or the outcome?"

Carolyn smiles, "Either, both."

Harriet asks, "Terms?"

Carolyn thinks for a moment then answers, "If you win, I'll baby-sit AJ for an entire weekend. If I win, you have to set me up on a blind date with the best-looking man that you know. And neither of us is ever allowed to mention this wager to Harm or Mac."

Harriet considers this for a moment. She would love to have a free weekend just to herself. She puts on a brave face, but taking care of AJ all on her own since Bud deployed has been exhausting. She also knows several intelligent, good looking men that she could easily introduce Carolyn to. And she has every expectation that Mac will rise to the challenge, and come out victorious. "I accept the terms for the challenge piece, I'm not willing to wager on the outcome!"

Carolyn nods, accepting the terms. "Fair enough, may the best lady win!"

Harriet inwardly smiles as she knows the best lady will win, but it won't be her, or Carolyn!