"Well, we can't just announce it to the bullpen," Harm leaned back, sighing.

"No," Mac thought, popping a Cheez-it in her mouth, "...and we're supposed to keep it out of the office, so it's not like we can kiss or anything."

"You know," he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, "we could just... act normal, let people figure it out on their own."

Mac scrunched her nose as she chewed another cracker. They had been through so much, had worked so hard to get to where they were, she felt they deserved a reveal. It was obvious Harriet had been rooting for them all along, and Sturgis would be happy to know he no longer needed to keep her secret.

"Ooo! You know what we should do?" She climbed onto his lap, "Dress up as a famous couple for the Halloween party at McMurphy's!"

He looked at her skeptically, "Since when do you get all dressed up and excited for Halloween?"

"Since," she said, smiling "I have a sexy boyfriend who I can dress up with." Her arms circled his neck as she moved to straddle him.

Harm still wasn't convinced. He was not a dress up kind of guy and he didn't feel the need for some big production to announce to everyone that he and Mac were finally an item. "So you've never dressed up with any of your other boyfriends?"

Her face scrunched in thought, "Once. With Mic, but otherwise, no."

"What did you and Bugme dress up as?" He scowled.

"Harm," she cocked her head to the side in a 'do you really wanna know?' expression. "Tarzan and Jane," she said, avoiding his eyes.

His scowl turned to disgust, "Him? Tarzan?"

"Yeah, me. Jane." She pointed to herself.

"Maaaac," he whined.

"You asked!" she shot back, "C'mon, Jordan? Rene? Neither of them ever made you dress up?" Mac slouched, resting back on his knees.

"Uh, no. Jordan never brought it up, and Rene and I were never in the same city on Halloween." Thank God, he thought. He was sure she would have insisted on something uncomfortable and embarrassing.

"Okay," she shrugged, "I guess if you're not into role playing..." Mac made to stand.

"Wait-wait-wait," he grabbed her waist, holding her in place. "You never said anything about role playing, Colonel." Harm's voice had taken on a dark, almost dangerous timbre.

She smiled, "Isn't that what Halloween is for adults? An excuse to dress in something that makes you feel sexy... or funny..." she ran her hands up his chest, "or ...however you want to feel? A night to have a little fun pretending?"

He smiled back, his hands moving to the outside of her thighs, thankful that it was still warm enough for shorts. "So, what do you have in mind?"

She hummed in thought, "Romeo and Juliet?"

"Didn't they both die?" His face scrunched, soon mirrored by hers.

"How about James Bond and a Bond girl?" Harm wiggled his eyebrows.

Mac rolled her eyes, "Oh please! I want to have more identity than 'some Bond' girl. Plus, you in a tux and me in an evening gown? Will anyone even get it?"

"C'mon, you wouldn't be just any Bond girl," his hands moved to her hips, "What about the one from 'Tomorrow Never Dies?' The brunette with short hair? She was hot."

She leaned back, "The easily seduced ex-girlfriend who gets killed?" Her eyebrows were at her hairline, eyes big. "If you're James Bond, I'm one of the spies who gets you out of trouble." Her stern expression suddenly turned playful. "You know, why don't I dress as a female Bond and you can be my little boy toy?"

Harm responded with a chuckle, "Yeah, right, Mac."

"What I mean is," He reached for her, continuing quickly when she moved from his lap to stand. "If nobody's going to get that I'm Bond, they're definitely not going to get the role reversal."

She gave him an annoyed look but allowed him to pull her back to his lap. "Fair enough," Mac sighed.

"Do you still have your Jane costume?" He asked, nuzzling her neck.

"What, you want to be Tarzan?" She teased, causing him to pull back.

"Am I not Tarzan material?" His eyes were wide with indignation, "You think Mic is a better Tarzan than me?"

Mac let out a breath, unable to tell if he was just being pouty or upset. "Of course not," she moved to straddle him again, continuing in her sexiest voice. "It's just that you're so tall, and handsome," her fingers toyed with the neckline of his shirt, "and lean," they slid to his chest. Mac's eyes followed, causing her to flick her head to get the hair out of her eyes, "and clean-cut."

"What, you'd prefer I was short, fat and dirty?"

Upset. He was actually upset. Sometimes she found it endearing when he got a little jealous, but this was one of the times... God, he could be such a baby. She sighed, having learned early in their relationship that it wasn't worth calling him out. It would only cause a fight about something small and stupid.

No, Mac knew how to handle these situations. There was little some ego stroking couldn't fix. Something she would have felt silly about, but everything she said was true and it usually led to great sex, which she considered a win for both parties. Multiple wins for her.

"Harm," she said matter-of-factly, her hands on his shoulders, "Mic may have made a more convincing Tarzan," his stern expression failed to abate until she leaned to whisper in his ear, "but you are far better at much more important things."

"Oh yeah?" Still pouting, his hands slid up from her knees, "Like what?"

She smiled against his cheek, trailing kisses from his ear down his neck as she listed off his many attributes. "You're a better lawyer, a better cook..." Her hands were working on the buttons of his shirt, "You are a wonderful singer, and dancer, and the way you kiss..." A grin was pulling at his lips, "God, it turns me on. That's something you're good at, too," she hummed, "Getting me all hot and bothered..." She nipped at his pulse point.

Harm slid his hands to her six pulling her closer, "you're pretty good at that, too Marine," he whispered.

She smiled against his neck, rocking her lower body while she purred, "I can tell."

He moaned, sliding one hand under her shirt, and tangling the other in her hair. "Do you know what you're best at, though?" She paused, her fingers sliding under the open edges of his shirt, "making me co-"

The end of the word turned into a moan as he pulled her lips to his, fusing them before his tongue invaded her mouth.