OK, anyone still here? Seven years later and I am finally getting back into writing this baby. I probably need to re-watch a lot of JAG to get back into the military justice things but hey, first things first: getting Mac and Harm actually talking to each other ;). Hope you enjoy.

Mac had buried herself in her research after the meeting with Bobby Latham. She still wasn't all too sure that the woman really could help with her case, but it was good to have at least someone in DC routing for her.

She had also enjoyed seeing Bud and Harriet all day and they helped her when she needed notes or references. Now the clock was showing that it was time to leave and go home. When she steps out of Mic's office, which has been given to her by the admiral for the duration of her stay she sees that almost everyone has left already – except a female Lieutenant. The blonde-haired woman's head shoots up when she closes the door.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Sarah takes a couple of steps towards the other woman to introduce herself.

"I am Sarah Mackenzie. I took over for Commander Brumby in the Meyers trial. Admiral Chegwidden offered me the empty office for the time being." Something in her sentence must have made the Lieutenant curious. Sarah could see it clearly on the other woman's face.

Great, I found a gossipy navy lieutenant.

"Nice to meet you Ma'am. Lt. Lauren Singer, we spoke on the phone shortly yesterday. Can I help you with something?"

"No, thank you. I was just on my way out. See you tomorrow."

~*JAG*~

Harm had contemplated what to do during the day, and the one thing he knew already was: telling Jordan that he actually knows Sarah Mackenzie from work will go over interesting. So, he puts on the finishing touches on the chicken on the stove and checks once more over the set dinner table.

I am probably over doing this. But he has no time to change anything anymore since his door bell announces he has a visitor.

He opens his door and Jordan breezes in but stops dead in her tracks when she notices the dinner table.

"What are you apologizing for, now and when do you leave?" Harm chuckles lightly and lets out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding in.

"Straight to the point, as always." He grabs her coat and hands her a glass of wine while leading her to the sofa. "I am not leaving anytime soon, as far as I know. Got a case to win, you know." He tells her with a grin on his face.

"But you are apologizing for something?" she looks at him with a teasing smile on her lips.

Her look actually makes him uncomfortable, which is ridiculous because as he tells himself: he only figured out who Sarah was is when she walked into that darn courtroom and left with Mic at the end of the day. Yesterday!

Jordan still pins him down with her curious eyes and Harm heaves a sigh. He sits up a little straighter and starts: "Well not apologizing per se but enlighten you on a fact I learned yesterday. Mic's almost fiancé used to be a JAG officer I regularly worked with, before she left to pursue a career in private practice."

He studies her face carefully and can see the moment she registers he hadn't told her immediately.

"And you couldn't tell me that yesterday because?"

Yeah, angry as expected.

"I wanted to tell you in person and I really needed to wrap my head around her being here again. It hurt when she abruptly left back in the day. One day she was my partner and the next she had left!"

Jordan's face softens at his words and she scoots a little closer. "Ok, I get it. Don't worry. Is she going to join us, I mean since Brumby has left the country she probably is all alone tonight."

"I hadn't thought about that. I can try to call her and invite her if you want me to?"

~*JAG*~

Sarah is rummaging through Mic's fridge trying to find anything edible, but she can only find a jar of mayonnaise. After that she is looking through the internet search to find a great takeout place in the neighborhood when the house phone rings. She lets it ring a couple of times, expecting the machine to pick up but it doesn't, so finally she moves to pick up the hand held.

"Brumby residence, how can I help you?"

"You could've worked in a service center!" she hears a teasing voice coming through the line.

"Not a complement Harm. What do you want? Mic is in Europe on assignment."

"Hold your horses, marine. Jordan thought you might be lonely and hungry. We wanted to invite you to join us. I made chicken parmesan."

She is slightly confused about the whole situation and wants to decline the offer, but her stomach reminds her that she really needs some food.

"Yes, thank you. I am going to need your address though to find my food!"

With that it is settled and she calls for a cab instead of a food delivery.