A/N: It's a shame I can't reply to guest reviewers, as a lovely guest wrote about a measuring tip that I heard of several years ago. It made me laugh! Good advice for anyone who was unaware, although it's not entirely accurate! I'm also curious as to what LEO stands for. I'm a Leo as my astrological sign, but I'm sure that is not what they meant. I'm assuming Law Enforcement Officer, but if anyone else has any other ideas, let me know! I'm fully aware that this "suggestion" wouldn't be a lawful order, but this is fiction!

JAG HQ

Falls Church, VA

Mac is fuming as she exits the conference room from the Walker deposition. That little witch tried to sandbag her! At least it was only in a deposition, and not in court. She will definitely not underestimate her again! She enters her office to find a sticky note on her monitor, "I'll be in court the rest of the afternoon, thankfully in a clean uniform. You will pay for that one, Ninja-Girl! I need to talk to you about a 'suggestion' from the Admiral. My place, 1700 hours, I'll cook something fit for a carnivore. See you tonight! Harm."

Mac arches her eyebrow, wondering what in the world this could be about. At least he didn't mention anything from the breakroom incident other than his soiled uniform, so maybe she was in the clear. Not wanting to walk into yet another situation unprepared, she buzzes the Admiral's yeoman, "Tiner, I need to see the Admiral when he has a moment."

Tiner does a quick check with the Admiral, "Colonel Mackenzie would like a word with you, Sir."

Admiral Chegwidden smiles broadly. He silently wonders how she heard already, as he knows CDR Rabb has been in court since he made his "suggestion", and she has been in depositions. 'Oh well, better get this over with now,' he thinks. He yells to Tiner, "Tell her I can see her now."

Tiner calls Mac back, "Colonel, the Admiral says he can see you now."

Mac squares her shoulder and heads to the Admiral's office. Tiner opens the door, announcing her, and she stands at attention in front of her Commanding Officer.

The Admiral remarks, "At ease, Mac. Take a seat. What can I do for you?"

Mac sits down, trying to find a way to broach the subject. "Permission to speak freely, Sir."

The Admiral eyes her warily, "Permission, granted."

Mac starts, "I received a note from Commander Rabb that you have a recommendation for us?"

The Admiral replies, |That would be correct, Colonel. I told the Commander that I want the two of you to sign up for some formal dance lessons."

Mac's eyebrows raise to her hairline, this is definitely not something she expected. "Dancing lessons, Sir? You cannot be serious! The Commander and I have danced together at several official functions in the past and have never been an embarrassment to JAG. The Embassy dinners and Surface Warfare Ball come to mind as perfect examples where we exhibited nothing but the highest level of decorum."

The Admiral grumps, "That may be true, Colonel, but that was several years ago. After that 'Twinkle toes' display you put on earlier today, I think a refresher course is necessary. You two have obviously lost your rhythm. I just want you to have it back before the next official need arises where it will need to be demonstrated."

Mac is beside herself, "But, Sir!"

The Admiral rises to his full height, "Lock it up, Marine!"

Mac immediately jumps out of her seat and stands at attention. The Admiral comes around his desk and stand beside her, "You and the Commander will sign up for these lessons before the end of the week. Is that clear?"

Mac grits her teeth, "Yes, sir."

The Admiral reaches for a paper on his desk and hands it to her. "Here is the name of a studio that is of equal distance between your apartments. The lead instructor there is a very nice woman. Talk it over with the Commander and let me know when you will be starting."

Mac sighs, "Aye Aye, Sir."

The Admiral announces, "Dismissed!"

Mac marches out of the office annoyed as humanly possible. She is going to kill Harriet and Carolyn for putting her in this situation!

The Admiral chuckles as the pissed off Marine leaves his office. He secretly loves it when a plan comes together. Now, he just has to figure out when to place his bet in the office pool.