A/N: So, a reader asked if the story "about which way Harm tucks" had been updated yet. I have never heard it phrased that way before, it made me giggle. Good thing I am not a Marine! I have somewhere he can tuck it, but Mac might get a little jealous... and Carolyn, and Harriet, and most of the heterosexual female population. But, back to the story…..

JAG HQ

Falls Church, VA

Mac arrives in the morning with a beautiful smile plastered on her face. Both dinner and the dancing the night before inspired some pretty fantastic dreams. It probably had nothing to do with the actual dinner or dancing, but with whom she shared both things with, Harm. She hasn't slept this well in quite a long time. The only thing that would make it better would be waking up in the arms of the man who inspired her mood. Hopefully, that will be something she can look forward to actually happening in the near future. She sets her briefcase and her cover in her office, and grabs her coffee mug on the way to the break room.

Mac is pouring her first mug of marine sludge when the object of her affection saunters in, cover and brief case still in hand, "Good Morning, Marine. Sleep well?"

Mac smiles up at him, "I actually slept very well, thank you."

Harm reaches around her to grab a cup for himself off the counter, lightly brushing against her waist, "The insomniac is actually admitting that she slept well. What provided that calming effect to allow that?"

Mac, quickly trying to recover from the warm feeling from his gentle touch, answers, "Nothing special, I was just drained. I had a pretty busy night last night. But once I got home, I was relaxed and able to turn my brain off, so I fell asleep shortly after my head hit the pillow."

Harm smiles, "Well I am glad to hear it. Whatever you did differently, you should try it more often."

Mac murmurs, "Hmm. Maybe I will." She pauses for a moment, as she thinks to herself that she could definitely handle dancing with Harm every night, classes or not. However, she would like some of the dancing to be of the horizontal nature. She idly wonders if he would be agreeable to that. As soon as a flush starts to run up her cheeks, she is broken out of her musings by Harm clearing his throat.

Harm wonders where Mac went off to in la la land, silently hoping that the blush on her cheeks was from remembering their closeness last night. He needs to push that thought aside, before it gets them into trouble in the office. You never know who might walk in the break room at any given point. Clearing his throat and getting back down to business, he states, "Don't forget to call and make that appointment for some time this week."

She looks at him pointedly and replies, "I won't forget. I'm the one with the better organizational skills here."

Harm laughs incredulously, "Really? Have you looked at your office lately?"

Mac teases, "Yep! A cluttered desk is a sign of genius."

Harm banters back, "Oh, that's your story?"

Mac heads out of the breakroom and tosses over her shoulder, "Yep, and I am sticking to it. Now get your butt moving before you are late for court. You have three minutes and eighteen seconds before Admiral Morris hangs you from the yardarm. I'll let you know what I find out."

Harm glances at his watch, and realizes that her internal clock is right on the money, and he best get his butt in the courtroom. He doesn't think Admiral Morris will go so far as hanging him from the rafters, but he wouldn't put it past him to throw him in the brig. The Admiral has never forgiven him for shooting holes in the ceiling of his courtroom. Most of the time, he curses Mac's internal clock, but sometimes it really saves him a dressing down. He makes a mental note to thank her later for keeping him on track. Well, maybe he'll just thank her and not tell her the reason behind it.

Mac realizes that she is in need of more caffeine the same time that someone knocks on her door. She really hopes it isn't Singer. She is in a fantastic mood, and doesn't need it deflated by some blonde bimbo. Thankfully, it is only Tiner advising her that the Admiral would like to see her. Geeky Petty Officers and grizzly papa bear CO's she can deal with. She walks briskly to the Admiral's office, and sets her mug on Tiner's desk so that she can refill it on her way back to her own office.

She knocks on the wall, and waits until she hears "Enter!"

She walks in, and before she can even come to stand at attention, the Admiral gestures for her to take a seat. He states, "Colonel, how is the Walker case coming?"

She replies, "Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Singer and I should be ready for trial next week. Thus far, my client has been unwilling to accept a plea. He claims he is innocent."

The Admiral, satisfied with the progress update, gruffs, "I need you to run over to Bethesda and interview two men in a new case. Both got hurt in what appears to be a bar room brawl over a woman."

Mac raises her eyebrow at his tone. Thoughts of non-judicial punishment in Australia run through her mind. But they weren't really fighting over her, regardless of what Bud said. "Well Sir, it wouldn't be the first time that has happened."

The Admiral sighs, "No, and I'm sure it won't be the last. Let's just see what the circumstances were, and what charges, if any, need to be brought against both parties."

Mac takes the file folder from him with the pertinent case information, and says, "Aye Aye Sir. I will head over there shortly. I need to make a quick phone call to set up an appointment on your standing orders first."

The Admiral nods his head, "Very well, Colonel. Dismissed."

Mac grabs her coffee cup off of Tiner's desk on the way back to her office. No use in filling it now, when she has to leave for Bethesda shortly. She makes a quick call to All2Dance Studio and finds that they have a beginner ballroom class at 8:00 this evening. She provides all the relevant details for her and Harm to the woman she speaks to so that they will be able to attend the class this evening. She pulls a notepad out of her desk, and writes a quick note that she will leave in Harm's office. "Hey Flyboy, I was able to make a reservation for 2000 hours on the item that we discussed. Hopefully, you don't have plans already, but if you do just let me know, and I will change our reservation. I have to head over to Bethesda to interview some people on a new case. If I don't see you before you secure for the day, I will meet you at the designated location." She glances over her note to make sure that any prying eyes won't understand the message between the lines. Once she is satisfied, she signs it "Ninja Girl." She grabs her cover and car keys, and shuts her office door. She drops the note off in Harm's chair and makes her way to the elevators to head to Bethesda.