A/N: I totally forgot to mention Nancy's jealousy in my last note. I swear she could rent him out, or auction him off, and be a billionaire!

Mac's blissfully happy mood has definitely soured by the time she leaves Bethesda. What a waste of two blasted hours! Can she recommend to the Admiral that they both be charged with utter stupidity? Either that, or send them down to the Louisiana Bayou to go wrestle with alligators. All that fighting and neither one got the girl, she ran off with some other guy. They just had battered bodies, and bruised egos. She used to think that the Navy had slightly higher standards for the people they let in than the Marine Corps, but right now she was seriously questioning the sanity of the idiot recruiters that let these guys enlist in the first place. These are the types of squids who would get arrested for possession of marijuana for smoking a dime bag of oregano. Simply because they were too dumb to realize the difference. No offense to poor Jingo, who was just too old for his sniffer to properly work anymore. And if the interviews weren't bad enough, she got stuck in gridlock traffic on the beltway on her way back. The only bright side was her stop for a Beltway Burger, with large fries, and a chocolate shake. Now she just has to find a way to sneak them into her office without Harm seeing them. She isn't quite in the mood for a lecture on her eating habits right now. Perhaps if she sits outside, the warm weather, and the sun will bring her back to a place of tranquility.

When she arrives back at JAG, Mac walks by Harriet and Carolyn eating lunch outside on the patio. They invite her to join them but she waves them off, still miffed at them from yesterday. She stops by their table and quietly says, "I do not even want to talk to the two of you right now. Thanks to your little scheme yesterday, I have now been ORDERED to attend dance lessons with Harm."

Harriet swallows her laugh that is dying to come out, realizing that pissing off a senior officer probably wouldn't be the best course of action right now. She opts for the facts instead, "And what is wrong with that? Having him hold you close is a bad thing?"

Mac can't contain the blush that shows on her face. Having him hold her close last night felt like the most natural thing in the world. She argues, "No, it's not a bad thing per se. However, I would prefer he does it of his own free will, not because his boss is requiring him to do it."

Harriet tells her, "I'm sure he is doing it for BOTH reasons, Ma'am. This isn't about just following orders for either of you, and you know it."

Mac quietly says, "I hope you are right, Harriet."

Carolyn slyly asks, "So did you have any luck figuring out our little challenge yet?"

Mac grins like the cat that ate the canary, "No, I haven't, but I don't think it's a LITTLE challenge at all."

Harriet can't suppress her laughter any more. She coyly adds, "You know, I learned this trick from a guy in college. If you spread a guy's hand out and measure from the tip of the pinkie to the tip of his thumb, it's supposed to tell you his length."

Carolyn scoffs, "You can't be serious? Is this true?"

Mac leans over and smirks, "Well ladies, I just might have to test this little theory of yours. After all, the Commander does have VERY LARGE hands!" After leaving both of them speechless, Mac saunters over to the other side of the courtyard, grinning the whole way. Yes, her mood is definitely improving!

While sitting at her own table, Mac starts to think back to her dance with Harm last night. Did he spread his fingers out when he took her hand last night? She honestly doesn't remember. She makes a mental note to consciously pay attention the next time to see if Harriet's suggestion holds any water. Then she laughs to herself at the thought. Who is she kidding? Her brain does not function when she is dancing with Harm. Besides, she would much prefer the element of surprise when she actually sees "it" for the first time.

Ten minutes later Harm and Sturgis are stepping out of HQ into the courtyard on their recess, directly from the courtroom. Sturgis asks Harm, "Hey Buddy, are you interested in a game of hoops later tonight after I finish mopping the floor with your six?"

Harm chuckles at Sturgis' arrogance, "You aren't winning this one Sturgis, I have a few tricks left in my rabbit hat you know. Enjoy your spoils while you can! I'm not sure about tonight though. Hold that thought while I check with Mac on something first."

Sturgis is about to give Harm crap about checking in with the "ball and chain" when he notices Mac sitting outside and thinks better of it. Sturgis heads to his car to go out and grab some lunch, "Ok, I'll catch you later Buddy. Do you want me to bring you back anything for lunch?"

Harm heads over to Mac's table as he calls out, "Just bring me back a salad from wherever you stop."

Mac looks up, and smiles as she sees Harm headed her way. Just seeing him is already making her afternoon look a little brighter, "Hi Flyboy! Did you see my note about tonight?"

Harm sits down and shakes his head at her meal choice, "Good Afternoon, Marine. Still eating dead cow I see. No, I have been in court all morning. What's up?"

Mac says, "This is a perfectly acceptable meal, thank you very much! I left the note sitting in your chair."

Harm replies, "I haven't been to my office yet. Sturgis and I just got out of court and we were going to get some lunch when I saw you sitting here. I figured I would join you and have him bring me something back."

Mac laughs, "Yeah, yeah. You just wanted to avoid the growing pile in your inbox that Tiner keeps adding to. Or are you dodging phone messages from one of your many admirers?"

Harm is taken aback at that. Did she not feel what he was feeling when they were dancing last night? Did she really think that he was out there playing the field? Most people wouldn't notice the thinly veiled look of pain behind his eyes as he tells her, "The only admirer I want to hear from is you."

Realizing that she unintentionally hurt him, she replies, "I'm sorry Harm, I didn't mean to imply…Wait! Did you just say I was admiring you?"

Full Flyboy grin in place he says, "Gotcha!"

She smacks him on the shoulder, gets up, and starts heading back towards the building.

Realizing that she just left him sitting there, he calls after her, "Mac!"

She turns around, with her arms folded over her chest, gives him a smile, and raises her eyebrow in question.

He catches up to her in three quick strides, and asks, "What about tonight?"

Mac sighs at him, exasperated, "Go read the note on your chair, Flyboy!"

Harm says, "I won't have time to go to my office before I have to be back in court."

She simply shakes her head at him. "Class is at 20:00 hours if you can make it."

Harm says, "I can do that."

Mac nods, and as she opens the door into headquarters, she hears him ask, "Dinner first?"

She turns around, and gives him a wink, "I'll think about it!"