A/N: I'm not a writer, nor an author so if there are any massive mistakes that's why, also I am dyslexic so if chapters take a long time, or have mistakes (again) I am sorry, but I do try! Anyway, I hadn't seen any fics involving Jordy (Jordan Parker) which makes me sad, because who didn't think she was just a doll in dress blues? Story set after Harms return from the CIA, this is AU obviously because Jordy should be dead by this time, but lets pretend that never happened! So any time line following his return shall be pretty much disregarded. Many thanks and read on!
Harmon Rabbs apartment - North of Union Station - 2045 EST
A more than worn out Harm had slumped into the surprisingly welcoming couch after the days dusting with a bottle of beer in tow. He was now aware of just how much flying and spraying crops for the most part of the day had taken it out of him, a sigh of relief followed the swig of the cold larger as the refreshment moistened his dry throat.
Deciding that music was a necessity after dinner and with no having to work through cases at home Harm struggled to his feet to find something to go along with his mood, he was still adjusting to not being at JAG or having extra work to be done in his sparse personal time, working for the CIA had him so busy and off kilter that he never had time to notice, now though the silence was almost offensive as he sat, alone.
Musical choices made and stereo turned on he retreated back to the couch to let tune of The Dock Of The Bay, as Otis Reddings voice wafted across the room and to his ears, to avail of the empty feeling there was a light wrap on the door.
Lt. Commander Jordan Parker was standing outside Harms apartment door, wondering whether to knock or not. She had seen Harms face on TV after he had landed the C130 Hercules on an aircraft carrier.
Jordan silently mused "It couldn't have been anyone else! I don't even know why I was surprised to see his face step out of it!" but she had noticed the entire lack of Navy uniform and after being out of contact for so long she was curious as to what he was doing, and to how he was, remembering his smile from the news reel her hand went up and knocked on his door, with out a conscious thought, silently she was screaming, hoping he wasn't in, but she knew she heard music so the opening of the door was inevitable, all while this mental war was going on, Harm was looking at her with one raised eyebrow, wondering why he hadn't had a response to his opening of the door, Harm gently asked "Jordy? Are you okay, is everything alright?" Jordans ears pricked at the use of the nickname "Oh, god! Sorry Harm, I was miles away! I.. I, well I saw you on TV, Your still flying? I was just wanting to pop in and see how you'd been and.. Well uhh" a small smile crossed Harms face, his eyes regaining some sparkle as he replied "Jordy, slow down, one at a time! Come in, come in!" Chuckling Harm stepped out of the door way to give her entry to the loft.
Jordan sat down in about the same style of huff as Harm had almost two hours ago looking around she noticed that not much of the apartment had changed at all
"Would you like something to drink?" Harm asked before taking a sip of his own drink Jordan mused over it for a moment before answering "Just a water, please"
As soon as Harm had retrieved a bottle of water he sat back down adjusting one of the arm chairs to face Jordan on the couch, quietly taking in her appearance, not much had changed, her just blonde hair looked fine wrapped into its tight bun, she was still as striking in service blue uniform as the day he had met her in that uncomfortably cold interview room.
Jordan, for her part was noticing the lines under Harms cold blue eyes, the lines were deeper and ran longer than they used to, his eyes too had lost a measure of warmth, glazed over so to speak she was drawn away from her internal thoughts "So what did you want to know first?" She thought the words sounded cold, disconnected but what did she expect? They hadn't seen each other or even talked in what was it now? 2 years? No, 3 years he concluded but still she had to answer so without looking up from the water cradled in her hands she spoke "Well, your still flying?" Her eyes risked a glance upwards to view his expressions go from surprise, to intrigue as he answered "Yes, I still fly. But not for the Navy, not for the CIA anymore either. I fly crop dusters at the moment, I needed a job after leaving the 'company' and happened to fall into it, it pays the bills and I get some stick time still" "And that answered my next question about you being in the Navy or not, Im sorry for dropping in all of a sudden with no warning, but I just.. I don't even know Harm, needed to see you again and make sure you were okay" Looking back down as she finished her sentence, shifting her body on the couch trying to find comfort even though she knew it was only a mental shift that was needed. Harm nodded in agreement and took enough time before replying that Jordan had started to become truly afraid of her coming here.
"Thank you Jordy, I know its, well a bit strange of me to say this, but uh, that means a lot to me, after leaving the Navy I haven't really had any contact with anyone, its nice to sit and talk with someone, with you. I've missed you Jordan, and its as much my fault as yours that we haven't spoken in some time... But with me still flying and my life all over the place I didn't feel like contacting you would make things better, but just re hash old scars"
"Harm, maybe not to re hash old scars, but is the crop dusting less dangerous than doing quals, night traps and being part of a combat group?" This time blue eyes met blue eyes, Jordans darting an dancing to try and take in all the expressions as they passed over Harms face.
"Actually, I don't know. To a point it could be safer, its certainly not landing on a deck at night, but it does involve flying extremely low around trees, roads, power lines those sorts of things, but its only a temporary job, just to keep some cash flow and to keep my head busy" his face cracked into a tamed version of his usual grin and Jordan contented herself that although he wasn't completely okay now, he would be soon enough and with that thought she was stranded with no more to say when Harm stood up speaking over his shoulder making his way to the kitchen "I'm assuming here, Jordy, that with you still being in uniform that you haven't stopped since you left work. Have you eaten yet?"