A/N: Last Night's episode of NCIS:LA almost completely broke my heart. I'm trying to hold out hope that the stupid writers will fix the mess they made when the show returns. In the meantime, I will continue to provide my HAPPY thoughts of Harm and Mac. This is written from Harm's POV.

My breath catches in my throat the minute I glance over at the screen, before Eric can even provide introductions to the NCIS officers on board my ship. God, she looks beautiful! As I move over to where we can see each other, my heart almost stops. She is wearing the diamond earring and necklace set that I gave her, all those years ago. As she says, "XO", I cannot control the racing beat of my heart. I doubt anyone else catches the little hitch in her voice as she starts to impart the information on CIA Operative, Vostanik Sabatino. I know her too well. It's the same voice I caught on occasion, in our intense private moments, during our partnership at JAG.

I hear her sharp intake of breath before she speaks again, telling me "you haven't changed." No one else listening could possibly know that it's the exact same sound that she made the first time I was completely submerged in her depths. That instant that we realized two halves of the same whole had finally become one. For the life of me, I have no idea how I ever let her go. She's wrong, I have changed. I will never let anyone break through my walls again. They are carefully constructed, surrounded by steel bulkheads, with titanium plating, enforced with bars made of iron. Nothing will ever pierce them again, except her.

She quietly says, "life at sea suits you." Five minutes ago, hell, five seconds ago, I might have agreed with her. Now, seeing her again, only for a moment, makes me realize that I did everything wrong. I told her I would always be there, and I left. I guess I'm no longer a man who keeps his promises. I couldn't give her the child that she, we, desperately wanted. And I couldn't bear to deal with the fallout after her condition forced her to have a complete hysterectomy, so I ran. I ran to the one place that I could feel free again, high above the clouds, with the wind beneath my wings. I swore to myself that I would never be the man that left a widow behind, like my father and grandfather before me. So, when I decided to join the fight again, I broke it off, clean. I left her crying. She could never know that I ripped my own heart out the day I left her.

One little glance is all it takes. It doesn't matter how much time has passed. I still love her, and I always will. Now, I just need to figure out if there is any way to fix the mistakes I have made.