Vacation


After the long drive from Washington, Harm and Mac were both grateful to spend a relaxing evening in front of the fireplace. Curled up on the couch together, they absently watched the flames flicker in the hearth, and they could hear Sarah quietly bustling about in the kitchen.

Mac folded her legs up under herself and leaned against Harm's shoulder with a sigh. "Things have been so crazy lately," she said. "If I see one more Article 32 hearing cross my desk…"

"We have the Patterson court-martial after the holidays," Harm reminded her.

Mac nodded. "I know. And I don't think he'll go for the plea bargain on those charges—"

"No work talk, you two," Sarah scolded as she entered the room and heard the very end of the conversation. "You're on vacation. I don't want to hear 'plea bargain' or any other legal term come out of either of your mouths from now on. Is that understood, Colonel?"

"Yes, ma'am," Mac said, sharing an amused look with Harm.

"Commander?"

"Yes, ma'am," Harm echoed.

"Okay then." Sarah settled down in her rocking chair with a satisfied smile. "Now that you're Harm and Mac again, I have a job for the two of you. Would you please stop by Mary's farm tomorrow morning and pick up a Christmas tree?"