A/N- Okay so I know I am not the best to update…so if any of you remember my other stories I am actually trying to finish writing those. Anyways I hope you all enjoy this new one. Hey this fits somewhere in the early seasons…don't have a real time frame in mind.

-Atlanta, Georgia-

Harm ran after Mac. "Come on Mac, I was just kidding!"

Mac just waved her hand and continued to walk away from him, making haste as she did so. "You always speak before you think don't you?" she asked angrily.

"A bad habit, I know." Harm caught up with her finally and stopped her. "Look I am sorry. I really am, but I promise that you can yell at me all you want once we finish this case." Harm thought the humor would make her feel better, but it didn't.

"Everything is just a joke to you isn't it?" she spat and ran out the front door of the building.

"No, some people just take everything too seriously!" Harm yelled behind her. He never expected to see what happened next. As Mac crossed one lane of traffic and stepped into another a wild car out of no where came squealing towards her. "Mac!" Harm yelled with all of his might. Just as she turned and looked the car made impact with her body. Her body flew up onto the hood of the car and crashed into the windshield. "Mac!" he yelled again as he raced across the street to where she was. Her body lay limp on the car. The driver was obviously intoxicated, and didn't even get out of the car to see if she was okay. Harm felt for Mac's pulse. It was weak and he knew she was losing a lot of blood. All he wanted to do was to hold her, but he didn't dare move her. A bystander had already called an ambulance and was standing next to Harm. Harm took off his white shirt and placed it over the gash across her stomach. "Mac, can you hear me? If you can I need you to stay with me, okay?" He begged. A few minutes later an ambulance squealed onto the scene. They quickly pushed Harm out of the way and set to work.

"Who is her emergency contact?" The paramedic asked aloud.

"I am." Harm said softly.

"Okay sir you can ride with us. We are going to be taking her to Piedmont Hospital. They are going to examine her and then tell you what they know." The young man appeared to be Harm's age. He was politely explaining everything to Harm. The paramedic could see the fear in Harm's eyes, and he saw why he was afraid. The man clearly loved the injured woman; there was no way to deny it.

Once they arrived at Piedmont Hospital the paramedics quickly took her to the E.R. Harm could do nothing but sit and wait, wait for news, wait for the grief or relief he would feel. Two hours later a doctor emerged with news. Harm stood and walked over to the man. "What's going on?" he asked impatiently.

"Ms. Mackenzie has had a back injury. She broke two vertebrae. When the car hit her it snapped her back. The large wound to her stomach was caused by the glass from the windshield. I was able to repair the damage to her internal organs, but she is being sent to Shephard Center for immediate care on her back."

Harm tried to soak it all in. "Where is Shep…"

"Shephard is connected to this hospital. They specialize in spinal cord injuries. She will be in the best of hands." The doctor laid a kind hand on Harm's shoulder. "I'll take you there myself."

Harm walked in a dazed stupor with the doctor down a long colorful hall. He couldn't tell what was exactly painted on the walls. All he noticed was the many colors. His eyes came into focus and he stepped into the hospital. The doctor led the way to a waiting room that was nearby. Harm began to memorize every detail so that he could remember how to get where he needed to go. It was as if his body switched into autopilot, and he was merely the passenger.

"They have taken her into surgery already, but she should be out in a few hours." The doctor placed a hand on Harm's shoulder. "Mr. Rabb I promise you she will be well taken care of."

Harm nodded his thanks and sat still. The doctor left him to ponder and went back to his patients. All Harm could do was see the fear in Mac's face as she looked up at the car. All he could feel was the regret of not helping her. Tears slowly slid down his face.

"I'm a guessing it wasn't your fault." Came a soft voice.

Harm looked up and saw a small girl in a wheelchair in front of him. She had bright green eyes and red curly hair. Her voice was laden with an Irish brogue, and her face was blessed by the presence of many freckles.

"My dah always thought this was his fault." She said as she gestured at the wheelchair. "But it wasn't. There wasn't a soul alive that coulda helped me." The small child laid her hand on his knee. "So don't you go a feeling like it is your fault."

Harm smiled at the small child. "What's your name?"

"Katelyn O'Donnell." She said proudly. "What's yours?"

"Harmon Rabb Jr., but you can call me Harm."

She smiled a sweet smile. "Well I guess you can call me Katie." She rolled closer to him and gave him a wicked grin. "I'm eleven, how old are you?"

Harm gave a small laugh. "Thirty three, not that it is any of your business. Where is your family?" He asked searching the waiting room for the girl's family.

"Oh, my ma and my dah are dead, and I live here with my grandparents. They are both taking a nap. I am here for my therapy." She looked down at her small legs in braces. "I saw you just a sittin here, and you looked lonely so I thought I might try and cheer you up a bit." She gave him a child's smile and leaned in. "Did it work? Do you feel any better?"

Harm smiled. "Yeah, I do thanks."

"Katie if you are late one more time…"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah you will horse whip me until I see blue, or sometin so frightin like that." Katie said sarcastically. Her physical therapist was standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips.

"Come on sister lets go."

"You see how they treat you around here." Katie said jokingly. "Well goodbye Harm, I hope to see you again. Maybe you won't end up working with her." She pointed her thumb at the red headed P.T.

"Yes, he will have to pray hard he doesn't end up with me right?"

"Well, your not that bad."

Harm laughed at the two as he heard them continuing to bicker down the hall. He could see the love and respect they had for one another. Harm had spent so much time talking to Katie that he didn't even notice how much time had passed. There was something unique about that girl, something comforting. Not long after she left a doctor came into the waiting room looking for him. "Mr. Rabb?"

"Yes." Harm stood up and shook the surgeon's hand.

"Your girlfriend is in stable condition, but I should tell you she is not perfect. When she was injured her L2 and L1 vertebrae were damaged."

"What does that mean?"

"She will be paralyzed from the hips down." Harm sank to a chair and placed his head in his hands. "Now this does not mean she will never walk again. She was lucky that it was lower in her spine. From her hips down is what will not get the information from her brain. She will need extensive therapy, both physical and mental. I will explain it in greater detail to the both of you once she wakes up. I thought you might want to be the one to tell her. If you are not comfortable I understand."

"No…no I'll do it." Harm said stoically. "When can I see her?"

"Right now if you like."

"Let's go." Harm silently followed the doctor to Mac's room and they stopped outside of the closed door. Before the doctor could open his mouth Harm had stopped him. "I know, she is going to look a lot different. I'm in the military; I have seen a lot of people in the hospital. You don't have to warn me."

The doctor nodded. "That may be true, but have you ever seen someone you loved lying in those hospitals?" With that the doctor slowly opened Mac's door.

'How does he know I love her?' Harm thought. 'I don't even know I love her. Okay, so who am I kidding I am head over heals, crazy in love with that Marine.' Harm braced himself and cautiously entered the room. When he saw Mac's frail body lying before him it was all he could do not to collapse. She had two I.V.s and several other tubes that protruded from her body. "Is she in a coma?"

"Uh…no, which is a good thing. She is also breathing on her own, which is definitely a good sign. Mr. Rabb I can't imagine what is going through your head right now, but you have to understand that compared to most in her situation she is doing great." The doctor knew that was not much comfort to the young man, but he gave it any ways. "When she wakes up please have the nurse page me. Once she is doing a little better we will move her to a different room." The doctor hesitated and then left.

Harm slumped down into the chair beside her bed. "Hey Ninja Girl, I am right here okay?" Harm gently took her hand in his. "I want you to know that we will get through this together, and no matter how much you push I am not going to leave." Harm laid his head down on her bed and shut his eyes hoping that sleep would not elude him.

Two hours later Harm woke to something stirring beside him. He jerked up and looked over at Mac's face. Her eyes slowly fluttered open and a look of panic swept across her face. "Hey, it's good to see you."

"Where am I?" she croaked.

Harm sighed. "Shephard Center in Atlanta."

Mac processed for a moment then reality hit her. She knew that Shephard was a hospital that specialized in spinal cord and brain injuries. Obviously she had no brain damage, so she deduced it must have to do with her spin. Mac tried to move her legs but was unable to. She quickly began to panic and tried to sit up. Harm laid a hand on her chest and tried to soothe her. "Mac calm down." "No, no, no…" she said as she tried to remove the blankets that were covering her legs. "I have to see them." Slowly Harm moved the blankets away from her legs so Mac could see them. Again she tried to move them, but her efforts were futile. "No…" she cried softly.

"Mac… Sarah…you are paralyzed from the hips down."

"No…" she sobbed again.

"I am so sorry." Harm's face showed all his emotions at once and when she looked up at him with her eyes he could no longer hold in the tears. Her eyes pleaded with him to tell her that this was all a sick joke, but he could not. "I am sorry." He said barely above a whisper.

Her body began to shake with sobs as she lay back down on the bed. Harm gently yet quickly lay down beside her and wrapped her in his arms. "No, no, no…" she continued to cry. Mac held onto Harm shirt with all her might and buried her head in his neck. "Fix it." She croaked out through her sobs. Harm looked down at Mac and watched her slip away. She was hurting so bad that all reality had flown out the window. "You always fix my problems." She sobbed. "Won't you fix this one?" She looked up at him with her deep caramel eyes, and as he looked down at her he saw the woman Sarah, someone who was still not grown, but tried so hard to be. And all she wanted was for him to fix her problems.

Harm cupped her face in his hands. "I can't baby. I want to so bad, but I can't." Mac began to sob again and he pulled her to him kissing her forehead. Mac cried for over an hour until she finally cried herself to sleep. Her face was yet again buried in Harm's neck. Harm thought about how her eyes had looked like a child's. It was as if she were asking her father to fix her boo boo, but this one he was unable to heal.

A/N- Please review...I love to hear your opinions.