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A/N: Another in the Why You Shouldn't drabbles. This idea got stuck in my head during "Heart of Darkness." In no way a continuation of the first Why You Shouldn't story.

"Did you see him?" Mac was washing her hands at the sink. Restrooms in bars were a great place to listen to gossip, and she was taking full advantage.

"Oh, I know. I mean, tall, dark, and handsome? And no wedding ring? He is SO too good to be true."

"I've seen him before. He's military, too."

There were four women, fixing their makeup, chatting about Harm. Mac listened in, laughing inwardly.

"God, how perfect can you get?" A blond woman who looked eerily like Renee touched up her lipstick. "Don't you think so?" Mac suddenly realized that the woman was addressing her. She smiled. They obviously didn't know they knew him.

"Oh, yeah. Did you see that backside?" She was careful not to say "six", which might alert the women to the fact that she knew the perfection in question.

"Oh, my god, yes. That man's rear is to die for." Blondie turned to Mac again. "Do you know who he is?"

Mac grinned. "I heard he's a lawyer."

"Really? And I thought he couldn't possibly be any better…" The conversation went on for another four or five minutes, with occasional input from Mac, who was taking great glee in the fact that she knew the man better than anyone who was talking about how much they'd like to get his phone number.

"Well, it's been fun. After hearing so much about him, I think I'm gonna go for that hot Navy guy."

Blondie laughed. "Yeah, right. He's shot every one down. Besides, if he turned down me, well…" She was obviously incredibly self-assured and stuck up.

"Hmm… Well, I'm going to try anyway."

The blond woman laughed derisively. "This I have to see."

"Be my guest." Mac walked out of the bathroom with the Renee-clone following behind her. She walked up to Harm, and tapped him on the shoulder. She could tell that the bitchy woman was out of earshot, but still watching. She carefully kept her smile flirtatious. "So, I'm in the bathroom and I hear these women talking about you. Apparently, you're the tall dark and handsome of their dreams. Then this one, who looks oddly like Renee, by the way, says that there's no way I could get your number. So now she's followed me out here, and I want to give her something to chew on. Care to help me?"

Harm grinned, taking note of the blond woman at the other end of the bar. He recognized her as someone who'd been persistent in trying to ask him out at some point. "Sure. What do you want me to do?"

"Just follow my lead and don't freak when I do this…" She leaned over and kissed him. It took all his control not to do anything, and then he put his hands on the side of her head and kissed her back. It quickly became something more than a diversion. When they were through, Mac was sitting on Harm's lap with her arms around his neck.

"Wow."

"Yeah." She grinned. "Wow. Why haven't we done this sooner?"

"No clue. I think I should thank our oh-so-obnoxious friend over there." They both turned to look at the woman, who had practically fallen off her bar stool with shock. Mac smiled and waved, and she glared daggers back.

"You know, I think I like blondes better now." She leaned in to kiss Harm again, but pulled back at the last second to murmur against his lips. "Just, please, Harm, no more Renees."

A/N: Review, please.