Disclaimer: They are not mine, and I am sad…

A/N1: This is DJE's last season on JAG… no more Harm… I am sad, and so I must write… and so must Sarah. I felt like crying when I found out that it's official: DJE is not coming back if JAG gets signed on for another season… I wanted to cry, but couldn't… Sarah on the other hand was bawlin'… so yeah, we're sad… and what do we do? WRITE FANFIC! It's only 5 chapters, and I really don't see us adding anymore to it... but you guys are welcome to enjoy what's here... Chapter 1 is Harm's POV, 2 is Mac's, 3 is Harm's... etc. we started with Harm, we ended with Harm... that's just how we like to do things..

A/N2: We wrote most of this Saturday night. We finished it up yesterday and both of us decided to post it on Valentine's Day…kinda like giving y'all a present… Writing this helped us deal with the whole DJE's-not-coming-back thing. No more Harm? (sobs) Oh, well, I'm going to hang in there and keep watchin' anyway. I still love DJE, just not as much as I used to…and besides, I happen to adore CB and if JAG is on for another year, I'll watch it just to keep up with what's going on in Mac's life… I'm pathetic, I know… Anyway, Sarah and I wrote this together and we hope you enjoy it. Happy Valentine's Day, y'all.

The Here and Now

Chapter One:

"I Sort of Have Plans"

She has shot me down more times than I care to count… so this time, I'm not giving her a chance to say no. I'm taking the first step…

First things first: work up the nerve to walk over to her door and knock…

I take a deep breath, exhale, and walk towards her office.

So much for the knocking… she's walking out of her office and closing the door behind her..

I take another deep breath, exhale, then I make my way over to her.

"Hey." I say lamely.

Of all the possible greetings, I choose 'hey'? What the hell is wrong with me?

"Hey." She says, adjusting the files she is carrying.

I take her cover out of her hand and carefully place it on her head. She smiles up at me, and I return her smile.

"Let me get those." I suggest, expecting her usual 'I'm a Marine, I can do it my damn self' protest.

There is no protesting as she hands me the files.

"Thanks." She says, reaching into her pocket and pulling out her keys. "I'm tired." She says, letting out a sigh.

"I'll walk you to your car." I say, all confidence melting away as I look into her eyes.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea…

"You mean to tell me that you've got nothing better to do on Valentine's Day than to walk me to my car?" She asks playfully.

I smile.

"Actually, I do have plans… well, I sort of have plans.. It depends…" I say, wondering about the look in her eyes.

"Oh." She says, determined to show no emotion, her expression rigid.

Once in the elevator, she leans back against the wall and closes her eyes.

I frown, and, making a split second decision, I put the files on the floor.

I take a few steps in her direction and reach out to her. Pulling her into my arms, I whisper, "You look like you need a hug."

She relaxes in my arms and I hear her sigh.

I kiss her on top of her head and pull away slightly.

The doors slide open and I grab the files and tuck them under my arm.

"C'mon. Lets get out of here." I say, motioning for her to follow me.

We walk to her car in silence.

She unlocks the door and turns to take the files from me.

"Thanks for carrying these… and for the hug." She says, offering me a weak smile.

"Anytime." I say, handing her the files.

"See you tomorrow." She says, slipping into her car and closing the door.

I watch as she fastens her seatbelt. She waves and I wave back. She starts the car and backs out of her parking spot.

Without so much as a backwards glance, she is gone.

What's done is done. There's no turning back now…

I jog over to my Lexus, get in, and fasten my seatbelt. I start my SUV and for the first time in too long, I close my eyes and say a prayer.

"God, please… I love her. Please let this work… Amen." I say, checking my mirrors and backing out of my parking space.

I follow her at a safe distance, and for some reason, I am smiling…

I should be nervous as hell… but I'm not.

I should be worried how this will turn out… but I'm not.

All I can do is smile.

She pulls up in front of her building, kills the engine, unfastens her seatbelt, and gets out of the car. With files in her arms, she makes her way inside.

Once she is inside, I pull up behind her car and wait.

I'll give her a few minutes…

Then…

I'll make my move.