A/N: I'm not sure why I began writing this story. I did it on a whim. At the time, I had two other projects in the works. I'm not sure if it was because I heard the news that DJE and CB would appear on NCIS LA and that we'd finally learn the outcome of the coin toss or what, but I've had trouble finishing this one.

After watching Sunday night's episode and seeing the previews next week's show, I'm not sure what to think. I'm cautiously optimistic, but… If the same writers who kept them apart on JAG and kept teasing us for nine years had anything to do with it, I don't hold much hope.

In thinking about next week's preview, an idea came to me. It's a completely different direction than I initially planned. Hope this isn't too meh. Dream scenes have historically been overdone in all kinds of fiction but humor me.

On another note, I also plan to update "Missing" within the next few days, since macattack102712 kindly pointed out I've left Harm in the water too long. I won't mention how long she left Mac on the operating table in "Trials and Tribulations." **Smiling**

In the meantime, here's the next part of "Making Things Right."

Rejoice

San Diego, California
October 25, 2007
0830 Local

A gentle breeze blew through the open window and drifted across the bed. The temperate San Diego weather was warmer than usual for this time of the year, and the fresh smell of the ocean wafted into the room.

Lt. Col. Sarah "Mac" McKenzie stepped from the master bath, smiling as she looked at the man who lay sleeping in the king-sized bed.

At forty-four, he now had a few lines around his eyes and across his forehead, but his hair was still dark and showed no signs of gray. He'd filled out since she first met him but was still in great shape. Daily running and lifting weights kept him in excellent physical condition.

She couldn't call him "stick boy" anymore. Hard to believe over a decade had passed since she first met him in the White House Rose Garden. She'd never forget the day Admiral Chegwidden pulled her off a double homicide case and ordered her to meet him at the White House.

Her first impression of her new partner wasn't a positive one. First, there was the look he gave her—something she didn't understand until more than two years after they met. He also had an ego big enough to match the Tomcats he occasionally flew.

Not only that, he was a flirt. She recalled snippets of conversation from their first investigation.

Hey, there's a bed back there.

So?

Well, it fits our cover story.

That's a very nice smile and I'm sure most of the time it gets you what you want, but I don't know you, Commander.

It didn't take her long to discover his fierce loyalty. He'd put his life and career on the line to rescue her, then to defend her Uncle Matt. He later saved her from those crazed poachers, from a psychotic corpsman on the Watertown, and defended her in a murder case.

They'd gone to hell and back together during the years they worked together and watched one another make mistake after mistake with significant others. And just when it seemed they had a chance, Paraguay happened, and they drifted apart.

When General Creswell announced he was separating them, Mac knew she had one last chance, so she went to Harm's apartment. She hadn't expected him to propose. Figured he'd clam up and give her some evasive answer like he'd done in Paraguay.

But not that night. When Harmon Rabb let go, he really let go. And although they'd been married for over two years, she still blushed when remembering their first time. She'd once called him a prude. Boy had she ever been wrong.

He mumbled in his sleep. "We both made mistakes, Mac."

He'd been restless the last part of the night—something unusual for him. She sat on the bed beside him, then brushed a strand of hair from his forehead. He wore it longer now that he was no longer in the Navy. She liked it.

"Harm," she whispered. "Wake up, Harm."

He blinked, then looked around the room before his eyes rested on her. "Mac? You're here."

"Of course, where else would I be?"

"But… We're not in London?"

Mac's eyes widened. "No. Why would you think that?"

"I… It was so real."

"What?"

"We were in London. Or rather, I was in London, and you came to visit. It was the first time we'd seen one another in two years."

"You thought we went to London?"

"Yes. No. I—" He reached for her left hand and touched the simple gold band. "You're wearing a ring."

"Of course, I'm wearing a ring. You put it on my finger two and half years ago, and I haven't removed it. Harm, I know you're not flying Tomcats anymore, but did you hit your head again?"

"No. I guess it was a dream. It seemed so real. We left DC on bad terms. Neither of us wanted to give up our military careers. I went to London, and you took the assignment in San Diego. We didn't speak for almost two years."

"Sounds more like a nightmare to me."

"Yeah. It was." Harm flashed his flyboy grin. "I love you, Ninja Girl."

"And I love you, Harmon Rabb, Jr."

Harm sat up, then looked at the clock. "Mac, you're late. It's already 0845, and you're not even dressed."

"No, I'm not." Mac allowed her robe to slip from her shoulders, offering Harm a view of her nightgown. "And I don't plan on getting dressed anytime soon. It's your birthday, and I took the day off to be with you."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah. And in fact, I think both of us are a little overdressed." She ran her fingers along the waistband of his boxers, allowing her fingers to dip below and felt his instant response.

Much later, the two of them lay in one another's arms, legs entwined.

"That was some birthday present, Marine."

"You like?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Well, that's not all I have planned. We're meeting your Mom and Frank later today. Trish has something big planned. But first, I wanted to give you something in private. Close your eyes."

"Maacc."

"If you don't close your eyes, you won't get your present. And I'm pretty sure this is something you'd like."

"All right. I'll play along."

Mac pulled out of his embrace long enough to reach into the pocket of the now discarded robe. "Okay, now hold out your hand."

When he did as she asked, she placed a small object in his palm. "You can look now."

Harm opened his eyes to see a single, white stick. He frowned, then turned it over to see two pink lines. "Mac? Is this? Are we? Are you?"

"Yes, Daddy. We're pregnant."