Title: Lost With You
Author: rooster dawn
Classification: Harm/Mac
Spoiler: Last five episodes season eight
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Summary: Harm goes to South America to rescue Mac. During the mission their plane crashes.
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part one Reflection
1 May 2003
Harm's apartment
Harm was moping around in his apartment. He had just finished his sixth beer and was beginning to feel a good buzz coming on. He couldn't believe that he had spent the last three weeks in the brig.
All because a Gunny Gibbs, a marine reservist, was lazy and did a piss poor job conducting the investigation. There hadn't been one ounce of real evidence that linked him to killing Loren Singer.
He had been wrong about not cooperating fully with them, but he didn't deserved what had happen to him. He had been railroad because of NCIS's poor work habits. They had jump to a conclusion and built the case on that conclusion instead of doing a thorough investigation.
All the evidence had been circumstantial. He was going to have to have a talk with the Admiral about their training.
All they really had was that he spent some time with Loren before her death. Why shouldn't he have? She was a junior officer who was pregnant. She needed help thinking through all the ramifications of her pregnancy.
She had a major decision to make about her child, Sergei's child, or so he thought. He thought he had to protect Sergei's interest, right. And Loren, the only thing she could see was the possible ramifications on her career if she had the child.
She didn't seem aware of the possible long term psychological effects she might have suffered if she had an abortion. He was glad that Harriet was able to suck it up like the true professional he knew she was and talk to Loren about the pain of losing a child.
Harriet's little talk with Loren must have worked. Loren decided to go away and think about making a more thorough decision. He still couldn't believe that NCIS didn't realize that he was just doing his job, taking an interest in the well being of a junior officer during her time of need.
The thing he couldn't understand though, was why no one had come to visit him while he was in the brig. He understood why none of them could defend him, but why did they desert him in his time of need.
He would have been there for any of them. He sat down with another beer. He began to think about whether or not he wanted to return to JAG. He didn't know whether he wanted to be under the command of the Admiral anymore.
Ever since he had left to return to flying four years ago, the Admiral hadn't been very supportive of him. He remembered the bad advice about not looking back after seeing a ring on Mac's hand.
He remembered the Admiral not allowing him to go out to the Guadalcanal when Mac was in trouble at the American Embassy in Indonesia. He remember the Admiral denying him leave to go to Chechnya to look for his brother Sergei.
Ever since he and Mac returned from the Seahawk after Bud's injury, the Admiral had been keeping them apart. They had hardly worked together this past year. He had been sent away on way too many investigations.
Whenever he was back at JAG it seemed like Mac was sent somewhere else. They had hardly connected during this time. He missed her. He missed spending time with her. Something had to change. He felt like he was losing her all over again. He got up and got another beer.
2 May 2003
Harm's apartment
The next evening Harm was cooking one of his specials, vegetarian lasagna. He opened a beer and took a swig. He heard a knock at the door and went to open it. He wondered who it was, he wasn't expecting anyone. It was Mac. She had a big smile on her face.
"Hi Mac, come on in. Did I forget I invited you for dinner?" asked a surprised Harm.
"Hi Harm, something smells good. I could smell the aroma as I walked up the stairs." greeted Mac.
"It's my vegetarian lasagna. I've made plenty. You're welcome to join me." offered Harm as he helped Mac off with her coat.
"Love to." replied Mac as she turned around to reveal a completely different look to Harm.
Harm stood there gaping as he took in her appearance.
"What?" smiled Mac coyly as she enjoyed Harm's confusion.
"Are you trying to tell me something?" asked Harm.
"No. Why?" asked Mac with a coy smile.
"Last month you told me the computer you bought was for little Aj's fifth birthday." answered Harm.
"I told you that was a slip Harm. I thought I said it was his fourth." smiled Mac beginning to realize where this conversation was going.
"Then how do you explain your condition to me?" asked a confused Harm.
"If you think it has anything to do with our baby deal, you're mistaken sailor." smiled Mac as she watched Harm squirm.
"I'm going on an undercover operation with Webb. I'm pretending to be his pregnant wife. He thought I should practice with this baby suit. You know, get a feel of the additional weight." smiled Mac.
"Webb! Don't tell me you're getting involved with one of his crackpot schemes!" wailed a stunned Harm.
"I'll tell you all about it, but first you promised to feed me some lasagna." smiled Mac as her stomach began to rumble.
"Alright Mac, I should have known better. If there is one constant in my universe, it's you're always hungry, especially now that you're eating for two." smiled Harm.
After dinner they moved over to the couch and sat down. Mac sat close enough to Harm so she was able a short time later, to be leaning on him with his arm around her shoulder as they talk.
What surprised Mac the most though was Harm. He had his other hand on her stomach. He was absently rubbing her stomach. Even though the suit was heavy and bulky, it wasn't such that she couldn't feel the sensation of his rubbing.
It felt so good, having the closeness and the attention from Harm. She wondered if this was how it would be when it was their time to be together. When they were expecting their first child.