I beg your pardon: I don't know American legalese very well and I really don't know Supreme Court sentencing, so...don't sue me: I don't know what do you mean! ;) Anyway, new chapter today! Let me know if you like it or if you find awful mistakes!

Well...if you want to know, they're not what you think they're, but identical twuins, so I can own them! Yeah, right...

A liquid feeling of danger kept flowing down my veins. Bad sign, my instinct never failed me.

1400 EST

KITCHENETTE

JAG HEADQUARTERS

FALLS CHURCH VIRGINIA

"Well, when do you plan on throwing in the sponge and beg a plea bargain?"

"Why should I do such a thing?" Harm resentfully answered.

"Because Seaman Foer is guilty as a child with his own hands in the cookie jar?"

"No, Ma'am! That is...I'm sorry, Ma'am...Colonel, that is...what I want to say..."

"Breathe, Bud. You're turning blue"

"Of course Ma'am, yes Ma'am...what I want to say is, the defendant isn't considered guilty till the verdict, in accordance with 134 Supreme Court, 1, 23-26 (1965), Ma'am"

"Did you hear it, Mac? Even Supreme Court said that" the Commander told her, shaking his coffee spoon in the air.

"OK, let's define him defendant..."

Getting in the kitchen and making resolute for the coffee pot, Sturgis whispered to Harriet "Is it long since it's been going on?"

"No Sir, you've been losing nothing" the Ensign answered in the same soft voice, handing him another pot "that's fresh"

"Thanks" Sturgis nodded. Pouring the coffee in a mug, he settled down near the woman and prepared to enjoy the show in the front row.

"...anyway, Seaman Foer was found, at two a.m., drunk, out of a nightclub" Mac continued.

"And last I checked, this wasn't a crime"

"Of course, Commander. The point is, once ordered him to go back to his barracks, so he could be just in time for flag-raising ceremony, he answered, and I quote "the one flag I see in the morning is the one I hanged on my bathroom wall, and since then I haven't been suffering from constipation". In my opinion this sing contempt. And last I checked, it was a crime"

"Bud, could you explain to the Colonel..."

Three people cautiously entered the cramped room. According to the janitor they probably would have found most of the officers in there, at that time.

"Ahem...sorry...Sirs..." Melanie began, immediately cut short by Harm.

"Please, let's drop ranks and sirs, shall we? Unless you want the salute every time, considering you technically are our new COs..." he said, causing the girl's bright red face and the others' wild giggles "call me Harm, please. They're Mac, Harriet, Bud and Sturgis"

"Melanie"

"Jake"

"Steven"

"Better, isn't it?" the Commander grinned, and Melanie blushed even more.

"Harm, stop embarrassing her!" Mac scolded him, before addressing the girl "forgive him. He thinks grin and gold wings can get him everywhere, but he's a good kid, after all"

"Thank you, mom" he muttered, with a grimace and an hurt look "and when would you have found out it?"

"When you found out it doesn't work with every female. Namely the undersigned"

"Wasted time, anyway"

"Commander!" Mac menacingly hissed.

The guys exchanged knowing looks and picked the ball before the situation could worsen any more.

"Ahem...Harm...Mac..."

Suddenly the two of them realized they were surrounded by awkward faces, and burst out laughing.

"Here we are, the MacKenzie-Rabb Show..." the Commander began, sarcastic, immediately replaced by his colleague's giggles "...that is, Harm put two feet in his mouth again!"

"Not anybody could do it, you have to grant me" he said, giving the crowd a clumsy bow.

"That's for sure..."

"Truce? Dinner?"

Amidst the stunned looks, Mac's only answer was a wary "Harm..."

"I know. No meatloaf"

Rolling their eyes, they dragged laughters from everybody again.

Harriet, hardly recovered, curious addressed Melanie.

"After this interlude I hope didn't make you change your minds, folks, tell us. Would you ask us something? I was thinking we wouldn't have to see you till tomorrow"

"Well...actually, yes. But if we're interrupting, we can come back later" Jake took the floor.

"Don't worry, it's nothing to do with homeland security" Mac cut him off "Harm was only trying and delaying the inevitable with some legal tricks, as usual"

"But..."

"Ush" she silenced him "don't interrupt! Don't you see he's speaking?" It was no use arguing a marine. It was no use arguing Mac, period. A shrug and a defeated grimace gave Steven the go-ahead.

"We casted the parts and would give you the scripts"

"That was quick!"

"At least they're nothing like Ms. Peterson!"

The remark gained Bud a glare, but his wife saved the day again "Tell us, tell us! I can't wait!"

"Well...it will be a...a quite experimental movie...so every night we will give you the next day lines. Is that all right?"

"Don't worry. Usually the Admiral give us no time at all!"

"Good. The story begins in London, 1942. You, Harm, will be an US Navy pilot..."

At Mac's sigh, Jake hastened adding "We tried and followed reality as much, so you shouldn't have difficulty in identifying yourselves with your characters"

"The problem is, Harm doesn't have any difficulty in identifying himself with a cocky chauvinist pilot!"

"Whatever. Anyway, the pilot belongs to OSS, Office of the Strategic Service, and he's in London because of Operation Benson, looking for informations about German emplacements across the Channel. Some night he goes to a nightclub where he should meet his informer. Female informer. You, Mac..."

"Wow! Who should I be? A Nazi double-dealer officer?"

"Well...that is...certainly double-dealer, but...practically...there wasn't any female officer in the military, during World War II" Melanie immediately disappointed her "practically, your character is that of the nightclub singer. That is... a spy...sort of...who seduces our pilot..."

In the general silence, Mac could only exhale "Come again?"

"In a moment of "weakness", practically, she manages to worm out important informations about the Allied Powers plans, then she disappears. That is...it was suggested by our historical adviser"

"And who is he?" Harm burst out.

"Me" a voice answered, followed at once by a well-known, flawless, three pieces suit "and before you can ask, OSS was embryo for what in '47 would become CIA"

"WEBB?"

Bewildered, Harm and Mac didn't even realize they have been shouting at the same time.

"Quite crowded in here"

"'Afternoon, Mr Webb" Steven welcomed him, then, curious "did you know each other?"

"No"

"Yes"

"I should have thought about this" Mac sighed.

"What are you doing here?" her colleague growled.

"Advising, what else?" the spy answered with an angelic smile.

"Mr Webb is an historian from Georgetown. He personally took care of the subject background"

"I guess you launched even in science fiction"

"Have you meet before?" Steven asked them, wondering what kind of connection could possibly be set up by an historian and the Judge Advocate General's office.

"Unfortunately..." Harm began, immediately cut off by the spook "Unfortunately, never enough. But, in case of need, I know I'm always their first, and only, choice"

"That's for sure..."

"After all, there aren't a whole lot of us who choose Navy History"

Webb took advantage of the consequent burst of laughters and attracted the senior officers' attention.

"Mac, Rabb, can I talk to you two, in private?"

"Absolutely" the harsh answer was, while he was striding, uninvited, towards the office.