Title:"We're Just Partners, I Swear!"

Author: ash9445

Disclaimer: JAG and its characters belong to DPB, CBS, and Belisarius Productions. Believe me, if JAG was mine, I wouldn't have had to go to school, and it wouldn't have taken me so long to write another chapter!! Again, not beta-ed, and this is my first fic...be kind.

Thoughts are in Italics

Continued from Chapter 5:

The intruder turned off the water, grabbed a towel, and stepped out of the small enclosure. When they finally stepped out of the shower Harm finally realized who it was...

A simultaneous shriek and scream caused Mic to come running into the room...wearing Harm's terrycloth bathrobe and fuzzy slippers.

Mac scrambled to get a better grip on the towel and made an effort to cover herself.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Harm screamed.

Officially over the shock, Mac laughed. "Well obviously, I was taking a shower. The wind and rain can really do a number on my hair." She took advantage of the situation and tugged quickly on her ear.

Harm saw this seemingly inconspicuous move and wanted to throw up.

Oh hell no, Mac. Not here! I haven't come up with anything yet!

No one had acknowledged Mic's presence yet, half accidentally, half on purpose.

Mac conspicuously eyed Harm's practically naked body from head to toe.

"Very nice, Sailor. You've been working out." She said, batting her eyes and so obviously flirting.

"Not so bad yourself, MacKenzie. Although you might want to do something about that towel..." Harm replied, catching on.

Mic took this opportunity to make his presence known.

"Hey Harm!" Mic said, slapping Harm not-so-softly on the back. His false smile was almost as obvious as the "hickey" on Mac's neck. Mic tightened the belt on the bathrobe, making it very clear that he wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Ew, ew, ew , ew. He's wearing my bathrobe...and I'm almost positive that's ALL he's wearing! Note to self: burn bathrobe.

"Sorry about just stoppin' in like this, mate. The weather's pretty bad out there, and we managed to wrap our car around a lamppost. Thought ya might be home, and maybe know a good repair shop around town?"

Harm was shocked to hear about their accident, but grateful that Mac hadn't been hurt.

"Wow, I'm glad that you guys are alright. The shop I used to go to was recently shut down...seems it was a front for the Russian Mafia..." Harm chuckled nervously.

"That's too bad, maybe your brother could've gotten us a little discount, eh?" Mic laughed and slapped Harm on the back again.

He was the only one laughing. Mac was furious, and Harm was smiling, but contemplating the repercussions of killing the ignorant Aussie. Harm took the look on Mac's face as a cue to leave and went to go get a glass of water from the kitchen.

"What the hell was that?! Are you that dense to think that Harm's brother would actually be involved in the Russian Mafia?" Angry would not even begin to cover how pissed she was.

"Oh lighten up, it was a bloody joke. He knows I was just kidding." Mic scoffed and waved her off.

Mac turned to get her clothes from the dryer when Mic's arm caught her, mid-stride.

"What's that?" Mic pointed to the now slightly faded brown splotch on her neck. "Right here? Is that—is that a HICKEY?!"

Oh. My. God. HARM IS DEAD

Harm sat on a stool in front of his kitchen island, listening to their conversation and trying hard not to let them hear his laughter.

"What—When—Who did this to you?!"

Ha. Payback's a bitch, Harmon.

"Oh, this? Harm did."

Harm nearly choked on his water and spit it out all over the floor.

"RABB!!!!! YOUR ASS IS MINE YA BASTARD!"

Mic managed a sucker punch to Harm's stomach, and he buckled over. Brumby forced him on the ground, and landed quite a few blows onto his back. Unfortunately Mic had left his rings on, giving Harm several long scratches all the way down to his waist. Harm rolled and got the the other side of the kitchen.

The former-boxer charged at him like bull, and much like a matador, Harm dodged his attack and gave him a killer left hook to the jaw. Mic's lip was split, and he was laying, moaning, on the floor.

Huh. So he has a glass jaw. Pansy.

Harm scrawled a number on a piece of paper and threw at him.

"Here, take this, they did a pretty good job on my 'Vette when I got hit by that old lady. Now I'm going to call you a cab, and you're going to leave. Unless you'd rather I call the police and report you for assault?"

Mic only grunted and picked himself up off the floor. He grabbed the piece of paper, mumbled something about calling Mac later, and left.

Harm sighed, and pulled some ice from the freezer for his stomach. Mac came over and checked to see if any bones were broken.

"Are you okay? I was about to jump in myself, who knew Mic was such a good fighter?" Mac said, looking worriedly at Harm's tired face.

"Nothing seems broken, these cuts on your back are only superficial...lucky you, Flyboy, looks like you won't be needing stitches."

"Yeah, I didn't think so." Harm switched into manly-ego mode. "Bastard hits like a girl anyway...You should really put some clothes on, Mac. Must be kinda chilly in that towel." Harm smirked, and raised his eyebrows suggestively.

"You're the one standing here in your boxers, remember?" She laughed. "I'll just go grab some sweats out of your closet."

Mac started walking back towards his bedroom when there was a knock at the door.

Harm opened the door.

"Oh. Hi, Renee." He smiled weakly.

"Harm?" Mac called from his bedroom. Still wearing only a towel, she saw who it was.

Ha! Guess it's time to start Phase Two! Bye-bye Blondie!

"Oh, nice to see you again Ms. Peterson!"

The boxer-clad Harm could only chuckle nervously as he realized what was about to happen...

AN: The end! At least for this chapter! Thanks for reading, and I promise, the next installment won't take this long to post. School gets out the 15 of June, so hopefully I'll have more time to write!