A/N: Ok, this is cute and semi-fluffy, and I just got an idea for this… if you like it, review. If not, please don't waste my time. I don't own anything, otherwise, Harm would get his head out of his six and Mac would get her head out of hers and they'd just kiss and date and marry, etc. Anyhow…

Why You Shouldn't…

Hit On A Certain Marine Colonel

"Hey, baby. Can I buy you a drink?" An obviously drunk man put a hand on Mac's shoulder.

She moved slightly to one side, effectively removing herself from contact. "No, thanks. I've got a drink."

"Come on, honey. I can show you a good time."

"I said, no, thank you." Mac had raised her voice slightly, catching her fellow JAG officers' attention.

"Hey, come on, honey…" Mac just turned away. "Hey!" He reached out a hand for her shoulder.

THUD! Mac turned around, and clapped a hand to her mouth to keep from giggling.

"What?" Harm's voice was completely innocent sounding.

"Your, heh, your face!" She was spluttering. On the floor at her feet was an incredibly sight. The man who'd been hitting on her was lying on the floor. Bud was sitting on his feet, and Harm was kneeling by his head, an arm around his neck in a headlock. The Admiral was standing next to Harm, looking slightly amused.

What Mac was laughing about was the fact that both Mac and Bud were looking completely wide-eyed and innocent. She had a feeling that Harm had brought the guy down, and Bud had assisted in holding him down. "Harm, play nice. You too, Bud."

As the guys let the lecher up, the Admiral shook his head. "I've said it before, but why does he obey you, and not me?"

"I still say luck."

Harm grinned. "Or maybe it's because you look better."

Mac smiled. "Could be that too." This sparked a conversation on who was better looking, Mac or the Admiral (a humorous one, of course), and nobody noticed the formerly prone man slink away.

A/N: I just had to write it. It was just a funny idea. You don't have to review, although I'd like it.