Disclaimer: If JAG was a pair of size 8 Jackson skates, then, yes, I would happily own them… but I think we all have eyes, so no, I do not own JAG.

A/N: The time slot for the start is Mid-August 2005, Harm hasn't left (isn't going to) however Vic-spew is here, eeeeeew… :(

Go nuts :)

Minorcadence

0800 EST

Falls Church, VA

JAG HQ

"Attention on deck!" Jennifer Coates'voice rang out through the bullpen. All of the officers came to attention as the General briskly strode towards his office. 'Something's up' Cmdr. Harmon Rabb Jr. thought as he disdainfully watched his superior walk in to begin the day, 'but then again, he's always like this in the mornings… come to think of it, he's just ALWAYS like this…' But sure enough, as soon as General Cresswell reached the door of his office, he paused long enough to bellow;

"RABB, MACKENZIE, MY OFFICE NOW!"

"Oh great," Lt. Colonel Sarah Mackenzie breathed to he tall man beside her, "what've you done this time Harm?"

"ME!" Harm whispered defensively to his partner as they walked to the General's office, "what about you!" "Well, what about me?" Mac smiled sweetly and stepped inside. She just loved pushing his buttons - especially when she was so good at it.

The two senior officers came to perfect attention in front of the desk that they had come to know better than the backs of each other's hands; it was a routine that had become second nature to them after the years of practice.

The General sat down in his chair and motioned for them to sit down too. "Now, I have just been at a meeting with the Secretary of the Navy, and the CIA, since 0400 hours. The topic of this meeting, oddly enough, was you pair, which I'm sure comes as a big surprise."

They could feel the sarcasm dripping from his voice; the General had been thoroughly briefed on the antics that they had gotten into, and suddenly Mac didn't have a good feeling about what was to come…

"Now, the CIA has been informed that there is a rogue agent on the loose, and that she is hiding out somewhere in Italy. This agent is highly skilled, expertly trained, and very dangerous. Now, I know that you are wondering what the hell rogue CIA operatives have to do with JAG, or even the

military in general, but here's the situation: this agent needs to be stopped at all costs. She has information that terrorist groups and Mafias would pay blood money for. But it's too risky sending CIA agents to retrieve her; she would recognize them immediately, so the plan is to send you two undercover to locate and return this agent to the proper authorities."

Harm and Mac were speechless. Slowly they looked at each other, and Mac found her tongue. "What do we know about this agent, sir?"

"Well, truth be told" Cresswell looked grimly at both of them "not a lot. Although the CIA did have some very limited information on her, Commander, you know how it is with the spooks; nobody exists, hell if it weren't for an attempted murder orchestrated by the Russian Mafia, we wouldn't even know this rogue existed! But aside from the obvious fact that she is female, the only other lead we have is that she is in Italy.

"The CIA has told us that this agent is in Italy for a reason. The 2006 Winter Olympics are going to be held in Turino, Italy in six months, the agent will be using the Olympics to make contact with the Russian Mafia. The Russian ice dancers; Galina and Maxim Milikov have serious connections with the Mafia, only there has never been enough evidence to put them away. The Mafia is planning something big, and the CIA sources all indicate that it will happen at the Games. You two need to make sure you find her before that happens. DO I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir" they answered in unison. Very hesitantly. Something told them that this wasn't all there was to this story, and they indeed were right.

"Now, about your undercover assignment… you will need to not only be able to observe the Russians, but also the Coaches, the Judges, the other competitors, the media and all of the personnel associated with the Ice dancing event. The only logical way to do that is by becoming competitors. Now, that damn CIA spider-man person… what's his name?"

"Ah, Webb, sir" Harm said blankly, his mind was still frantically trying to process this information. Then it hit him - "they want us to WHAT?"

Mac just sat there staring at the General, her eyes as wide as dinner plates.

"Calm down Rabb. You both will be going undercover as an Ice Dancing couple at the Games. Now as I was saying, this Webb person seems to have a great deal of influence over the Sec. Nav. It seems that favours are owed, and I'm afraid that I have little control over the situation. I understand how this may sound to you - two officers of the United States Military having to undergo such a… mission, but minds are made up, and that duck-foot man will be here at approximately 1100 hours to thoroughly brief you on the formalities of this operation. Dismissed."

"Yes, Sir."

They both left the General's office and silently made their ways to Mac's, where they shut the door, turned to each other and simultaneously burst into heated discussion about what they had just heard.