There you'll be
By: rainydays9
Summary:Just my mind taking the lead without my knowledge. Gonna be shipper at the end.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. JAG belongs to CBS and DPB and Paramount too.
Rating: T, maybe M later…
A/N: Kind of songfic but not yet. It's my first fanfic so bear with me please.
JAG headquarters, friday 7:30 PM
„Hi, you ready to call it a day?" Harm looked from Mac's doorway, smiling and awfully happy.
Mac just shrugged
„Hello to you too".
„Tough day?" Harm asked
„Tough week".
Harm smiled and said „Your client giving you a hard time?"
„No Harm, you are".
„Sorry, can I make it up to you?"
„Well you should so you'll stay on my good side" Mac said, a small smile on her lips.
Harm chuckled and then asked „Ok, how about this saturday?"
Mac's face slightly paled „Harm I don't think I want to go flying".
„Oh come on Mac, it would be fun. I swear I will be gentle, please". When she didn't respond right away he added „Just the two of us, having fun in the sky. So, what do you say?"
Mac didn't know why, but she really wanted to spend some time with him and she was willing to go even if it involved flying.
„Fine, I'll go, but you're bringing lunch…and buying dinner after".
Harm just stepped out of the office, stalking the elevator and called „You're evil marine. Pick you up at 8 sharp."
„We'll see".
She smiled at the thought of the two of them having a good time, it didn't happened a lot these past months.
Blackburg Airfield, saturday 11:30 AM
The small yellow bi-plane slowly circled around the airfield, making some acrobatic moves from time to time.
Mac laughed and talked all the time, she was happy and wondered why the hell she didn't like planes.
Harm has been thinking about her. How her lips looks when she's smiling. How her dark brown eyes can dance and sparkle in the sun. He never imagined he would ever need somebody that much like he needs her. How could he lived his life without her?
They got along well. Flying together every saturday, running in the park every sunday morning, lunches when they were both at the office, until…
Two months later or so in the breakroom…JAG Headquarters, Falls Church, Virginia, sometime afternoon
They were talking about some case. Mac leaning against the counter, Harm pouring coffee into their cups. Suddenly, Harm got his courage.
„Mac?"
„Yeah?"
„I think we need to talk".
„Ugh, sure, then talk".
„Not now, not here. Have dinner with me tonight? My apartement, around seven?"
„I'll be there".
„Thanks, Mac". And then he walked away. Coffee still on the table.
Oh my God. He wants to talk. TALK. What about? Mac panicked. Maybe he wants to talk about us, to tell me how he feels. Could it be? Sure, what else would he want to talk about…
She didn't think of other possibilities.
TBC