JAG Headquarters, Tuesday

After talking with his wife and a calming bath with her, ending in some amazing lovemaking afterwards, Harm was ready to go to battle. He had called Clayton Webb first thing. It was still awkward to talk with the man who had been involved with his wife years earlier. It had been a thought time for him to see her happy with someone else, beating himself up about what happened in Paraguay. He had been angry with her at the same time as he understood why she'd go on without him, knowing that he had blown his chance with her. Even now, years into a happy marriage, he still resented the years when they had been dancing around each other. They had both made mistakes, and Mac had admitted to him that she had so many regrets about getting involved with Webb.

"I'll look into it, Harm," Webb said even before Harm could ask him.

"You knew I wanted to ask you?" Harm chuckled.

"If it was me, I'd want to know as well," Webb said. "I'll let you know."

The line went dead and he hung up the phone. "Petty Officer?" he questioned as she saw her hovering in his doorway.

"Sir," she walked over to his desk and handed him a few post-it notes. "You have to call SecNav back, you have to RSVP to Admiral Nimitz retirement party and Jay Lamaze wants you on his show."

Harm hesitated. "Me?"

"Yes, sir," Petty Officer O'Neil pointed to the second post-it note. "What should I tell him?"

"I don't know," Harm let out a sigh.

"Personally, I think it would be good for you to be on the show. Sometimes it's smart to offer up a little bit of yourself, sir," O'Neil smiled. "We all know that the accusations are untrue, and we're all behind you, sir."

Harm smiled. "Thank you, Petty Officer."

"Any time, sir," she smiled. "So, about Admiral Nimitz?"

"RSVP yes, tell this Lamaze guy I'll be there," Harm let out a sigh. "I better call SecNav. I'm going to need coffee for that."

O'Neil nodded. "I'll be right back, sir."

Later

Mac was on Skype with their kids' when he came home that night. Matthew was busy telling her about their day and Harm joined her by the kitchen table.

"Hi, buddy."

"Dad!"

He kissed Mac hello. "Sorry about being late, again."

"You're here now," she smiled and stood.

"Dad, grandma says that I have a listening problem, just like you did when you were my age," Matthew smiled brightly.

Harm chuckled. "Are you not behaving?"

"He's fine, just jumping in the pool when there's no adults around," Trish peaked over Matthew's shoulder. "You look tired son."

"Long day. Again," Harm explained. "Hey buddy, the pool is only allowed when grown ups are around. What if you get into trouble and there's no one around to help you?" Harm warned.

"I know, I know, I won't do it again," Matthew promised.

"Good boy," Harm smiled. "I wish I could be there too."

"Me too. Can't you come?" Matthew wondered pleadingly.

"I really can't," Harm said just as Claire's face came on the screen. "Hey, Sweetie. How are you?"

"Great, grandma and I have been painting," Claire smiled brightly.

"She's quite good," Trish complimented. "We might have an artist brewing."

They talked for a while longer, then they said good night. "You're still in uniform?" Harm questioned as he stood.

Mac looked up from her phone. "Yeah, I let court run late. I figured you'd be late anyway," she shrugged. "I ordered a pizza for us. Should be here soon."

Harm smiled as he rounded the counter. "Sounds good," he leaned in and kissed her softly.

"How was your day?" she wondered.

"I found out who my enemy is," he sat down on a bar stool. "Petty Officer Liam Sweets. He was a computer technician on board the Stennis. He was convicted for a series of rapes in his home town. I was the prosecutor and apparently, he holds a grudge. He's in Leavenworth, and because of good behavior he got to run a computer course for other prisoners."

"Really?" she hesitated. "How could he access an email account without the guards knowing?"

"They trusted him, and he took advantage. He's a bit of a computer geek. It came up at his trial that he had hacked into women's web cameras and gotten a view into their personal life. This is back in the day when computers were still something new and people were more naïve."

"That happens more often than you'd think even now. Did you know that a web camera is one of the easiest things to hack into?" Mac touched his shoulder in a sweet gesture. "At least you know who was trying to mess up your life, huh?"

Harm nodded. "Yeah, it's a good thing." He put his arms around her waist and pulled her close, from his sitting position his nose was touching her breast. "This is a nice position."

She chuckled. "Come on," she turned and took his hand. "Let's get changed before pizza arrives. Maybe later we can have some fun."

He stood and followed her. "I'm going to hold you to it."

Harm's office, Friday

Harm looked up when there was a knock on his door. Krennick was standing in his doorway. She had wrapped up the case the previous day and he knew she probably were returning to her usual duties.

"I just wanted to say goodbye," she stepped into his office. "I'm leaving now."

Harm stood. "You've done good work on this case," he rounded his desk and offered his hand.

"Thank you," she shook his hand. "I read about the convict who had emailed that reporter at The Post. Makes me wonder about serious journalism."

"Yeah, and not for the first time," Harm agreed.

"I was surprised when you didn't confront me with it," she admitted. "I figured I was a suspect."

Harm hesitated slightly. "You were, for a brief second. I figured you were too smart for something like that."

"I'm not your enemy, Harm. I respect what you've accomplished," she smiled. "You're doing great work."

"I appreciate that," Harm looked up when O'Neil walked into his office. "The Colonel will be a little late. Ten minutes or so."

"Thanks O'Neil," Harm smiled. "I'm taking Mac out to dinner."

"Enjoy," Krennick turned to leave.

Harm stood and gathered his things. He rounded his desk and headed out the door. "You should go home too O'Neil."

"Yes, sir," O'Neil stood. "Have a nice weekend, sir."

"You too, Petty Officer," Harm headed into the bullpen. "At ease," he said before anyone could snap to attention. "Commander, you're here late?"

Bud put away a file and turned to him. "Just leaving, sir."

"Good. Say hello to Harriet and the kids from me," Harm smiled.

"Will do, sir," Bud pointed behind Harm. "Looks like your date is ready."

Harm turned. "Lucky me."

"Ready to go?" Mac smiled. "Hey, Bud."

"Have a nice weekend, sir, ma'am," Bud smiled and headed for his office.

Harm leaned in and kissed her softly. "You look great."

"I wanted to dress up for you," she took his hand. "Come on, Admiral."

Sunday

It was a happy couple greeting their kids' at the airport on Sunday night. It was the first time Matthew had been away for two weeks without them. He had done great, but it was nice to get them all home again.

"Mom!" Matthew ran over the second he saw them and jumped into her arms.

"My baby," she hugged him close. "I missed you so much."

"Dad!" Matthew jumped from his mother and into his father's arms.

"Hi, buddy," Harm hugged him close.

"Hi guys," Mac hugged Claire and Nathan, then Mattie. "It's so good to see you guys."

"We missed you," Claire hugged her father too.

"We missed you guys so much," Harm smiled widely.

Matthew was talking the whole way home about what he had done with his grandparent's, and what he wanted to do when he got home. They had a nice dinner and dessert, before the kids' excused themselves. Claire wanted to call Kim to let her know that she was home, and Nathan ran across the street to see one of his buddie's. Matthew stayed behind to build some Legos with his Dad. Mac sat down to watch them.

"Grandpa said we had to wait until I got home before building it, because he was afraid I'd lose some parts," Matthew opened the box.

"Sounds smart," Harm agreed and ruffled his hair.

Mac smiled as she watched them interact. They were so much alike, father and son. The love of her life and their four percent miracle.

Monday

On Monday night they were all, except Matthew, gathered watching Harm on TV. Matthew had gone to bed a little earlier, since Mac decided that he wasn't old enough to understand the seriousness of what had happened the previous week. Mac was so proud of her husband, and he did look handsome on TV. It was a fun interview. Harm really got to show off who he really was, and he got to talk about his career as a fighter pilot and of course how he felt about what had happened.

"The media has an important job, and I feel it's important that the truth, good, bad or ugly, gets out, but you have a tremendous responsibility. A story like this could ruin a man's life, and it's not even true. Thankfully I have an amazing family who knows me. I had their support from the minute this blew up," Harm smiled.

"The Colonel isn't one to talk to the media, but in this case, she was out giving you her support very quickly." A picture of the two of them appeared on the screen.

"She is my biggest support. I wouldn't be where I am today if it wasn't for her," Harm said honestly.

"I hope the Colonel isn't too mad that I dragged her into this?" Jay said.

"She's plotting her revenge," Harm joked.

"I should probably be watching my back then. I did get a black eye once from a Marine. But I'm not wrong, you do have a spectacular wife, Admiral," Jay continued.

"I really do," Harm agreed. "She's the best partner possible. I'm lucky."

They talked a little bit more then the interview was over.

"That was great," Mattie stood. "I'm going to read for a while. Good night."

"Good night, Mattie," Mac smiled.

"I think Dad did good," Nathan said.

"He sure did," Mac agreed. "And now it's time for bed."

Claire stood. "Did that man who tried to hurt Daddy get punished?"

"He's already in prison, but he'll lose his privileges," Mac reassured as she too stood.

"Good," Nathan stood too and headed upstairs. "Good night."

"Good night," Mac put her arm around Claire. "Want me to follow you upstairs?"

Claire nodded. "I don't understand why anyone would hurt Daddy. He's the best."

"He is, but sometimes people who have done bad things feel resentful when they have to go to prison. But you don't have to worry about that. No one will hurt Daddy," Mac reassured.

"Okay," Claire smiled as they headed upstairs.

Later that night

Harm found the house quiet when he entered it. The interview had gone great. He had initially been nervous to be live on the air like that, but it had gone well. He had done something he hated, talking about himself in public.

"Hey," he bent down and kissed his wife.

"You did good, Admiral," she smiled.

"Yeah?" he chuckled. "I hate talking about myself like that.

"You were very humble," she complimented. "One of the things I love the most about you."

"It wasn't so bad opening up in front of the whole country," he smiled sheepishly. "I guess Petty Officer O'Neil was right."

"You're a good guy, Harm," Mac stood and walked around the couch. "It's nothing wrong with letting everyone see the man behind the uniform," she put her arms around him.

He leaned in and kissed her. "I guess," he kissed her again. "I'm going to get out of this uniform, want to help?"

She chuckled. "Best offer I've gotten all day."