Benzinger's ~ 1843 EST
Harm and Mac were finally back in the United States. It had been a long journey, and
they were glad to be back. Harm looked over at Mac with her broken arm, set in a marine
green cast. His own cast, a navy blue one, was protecting his lower leg. They were sitting
in the very back booth of Benzinger's, with Harm's crutches resting against the wall. The
Admiral told them not to come in until Monday, and it was only Thursday night. The
Admiral explained that he had informed everyone at JAG that they were safe, and on
their way home. He also informed them that Harm and Mac would not be back until
Friday morning, wanting to give them some rest before everyone started to come see
them. They were grateful to him for this. Their flight got in late, and they took a cab to
Harm's first. Neither one of them could drive really, but Mac could drive easier than he
could. So, she was going to take his car over to her place, and get some things and head
back to his place. They were both relieved that his SUV was not a standard. They had
been together the past two weeks, since the crash, and they were not quite ready to be
alone yet. There was still so much to say to one another. That was why they were here
tonight, and not yet ready to be alone again.
After the crash, it had taken them four days to get to the military base in Paraguay, since
Harm could not walk that well. The military search team, led by Gunny, had found them
on the fourth day. The Army had found the remains of the missles, and the plane the day
before, and tracked them. Harm and Mac had decided to stay in Paragay for a few days to
stay with Webb, who was still in the hospital in a coma. They were there for another four
days before Webb woke up. It took another five days to get passports from the Embassey
and to get plane tickets back to the United States. The doctors would not let them go any
earlier anyways, they were watching Mac's arm. She had a greenstick fracture, and they
didn't cast it until two days before she left Paraguay. She had been in a sling, and the
doctors had put some skin glue on it to keep the gash together. They had not wanted to do
stitches under the cast.
Mac had told Harm about all that had happened from the time that Webb approached her
to the time that Harm had rescued her. The whole story, including how Webb had tried to
protect her the whole time, and why he had wanted her on this mission to begin with. She
remembered how she reacted to the news that Harm was no longer a Naval officer, and
what the Admiral had ordered Harm do to, or better yet, ordered him not to do. The
Admiral was a SEAL, and he would be the first to chew someone's six out for leaving a
man behind. Mac was angry at the Admiral, more than angry really, she was furious.
How could have expected Harm to sit in his office and know that someone out there Mac
was fighting for not only her life, but the lives of Webb and Gunny also.
They had talked about what came next. Mac wanted to see if there was any way the
Admiral would take Harm back, much like he had when she had left. If there was no way
that Harm could come back to JAG, Mac swore to follow him where ever he decided to
go. Harm had jokingly told her about the offer to work at the CIA, and she told him in no
uncertain terms would she allow him to work for them. She didn't want him to wind up
on some unknown mission, and end up dead like she almost had. After what she had just
gone through, she was scared for Webb, let alone the thought of Harm working for them.
He promised her he would not go to work for them, not as long as she lived.
They had finally talked about their relationship. Since Harm was no longer in the Navy,
they were free to date. But, nothing had happened. Lost somewhere in the Paraguay
woods was not how either one of them wanted to start a relationship. They focused on
getting out of there, and staying alive more than they focused on the change in things.
Later, when they were both safe and did not have to fight for their lives, they promised
each other that they would sit down and talk. Both swore to one another that it would
happen this time, and there was nothing that would stop them once they started. Harm
told her he was ready to let go, to finally be with her, consequences be damned. Mac
thought her heart was going to burst when he said that. She desperately wanted to believe
that, but his track record was not helping. When she told him that, he had hung his head
and agreed. "I guess I will just have to prove it to you then," he told her.
Mac was trying not to whine about the itch under her cast. The glue holding the gash
together was strong, but the healing was making her itch. From the opening of her bag,
she pulled a pencil to slid under the cast and tried to relieve some of the itching.
Harm started laughing at her when he finally realized what she was doing. "Mac, you
need to not do that. You know what the doctors told you Marine." She just sighed and
pulled it out.
As she leaned down to put the pencil back in her bag, she noticed who had just walked
through the door.
Harm and Mac were finally back in the United States. It had been a long journey, and
they were glad to be back. Harm looked over at Mac with her broken arm, set in a marine
green cast. His own cast, a navy blue one, was protecting his lower leg. They were sitting
in the very back booth of Benzinger's, with Harm's crutches resting against the wall. The
Admiral told them not to come in until Monday, and it was only Thursday night. The
Admiral explained that he had informed everyone at JAG that they were safe, and on
their way home. He also informed them that Harm and Mac would not be back until
Friday morning, wanting to give them some rest before everyone started to come see
them. They were grateful to him for this. Their flight got in late, and they took a cab to
Harm's first. Neither one of them could drive really, but Mac could drive easier than he
could. So, she was going to take his car over to her place, and get some things and head
back to his place. They were both relieved that his SUV was not a standard. They had
been together the past two weeks, since the crash, and they were not quite ready to be
alone yet. There was still so much to say to one another. That was why they were here
tonight, and not yet ready to be alone again.
After the crash, it had taken them four days to get to the military base in Paraguay, since
Harm could not walk that well. The military search team, led by Gunny, had found them
on the fourth day. The Army had found the remains of the missles, and the plane the day
before, and tracked them. Harm and Mac had decided to stay in Paragay for a few days to
stay with Webb, who was still in the hospital in a coma. They were there for another four
days before Webb woke up. It took another five days to get passports from the Embassey
and to get plane tickets back to the United States. The doctors would not let them go any
earlier anyways, they were watching Mac's arm. She had a greenstick fracture, and they
didn't cast it until two days before she left Paraguay. She had been in a sling, and the
doctors had put some skin glue on it to keep the gash together. They had not wanted to do
stitches under the cast.
Mac had told Harm about all that had happened from the time that Webb approached her
to the time that Harm had rescued her. The whole story, including how Webb had tried to
protect her the whole time, and why he had wanted her on this mission to begin with. She
remembered how she reacted to the news that Harm was no longer a Naval officer, and
what the Admiral had ordered Harm do to, or better yet, ordered him not to do. The
Admiral was a SEAL, and he would be the first to chew someone's six out for leaving a
man behind. Mac was angry at the Admiral, more than angry really, she was furious.
How could have expected Harm to sit in his office and know that someone out there Mac
was fighting for not only her life, but the lives of Webb and Gunny also.
They had talked about what came next. Mac wanted to see if there was any way the
Admiral would take Harm back, much like he had when she had left. If there was no way
that Harm could come back to JAG, Mac swore to follow him where ever he decided to
go. Harm had jokingly told her about the offer to work at the CIA, and she told him in no
uncertain terms would she allow him to work for them. She didn't want him to wind up
on some unknown mission, and end up dead like she almost had. After what she had just
gone through, she was scared for Webb, let alone the thought of Harm working for them.
He promised her he would not go to work for them, not as long as she lived.
They had finally talked about their relationship. Since Harm was no longer in the Navy,
they were free to date. But, nothing had happened. Lost somewhere in the Paraguay
woods was not how either one of them wanted to start a relationship. They focused on
getting out of there, and staying alive more than they focused on the change in things.
Later, when they were both safe and did not have to fight for their lives, they promised
each other that they would sit down and talk. Both swore to one another that it would
happen this time, and there was nothing that would stop them once they started. Harm
told her he was ready to let go, to finally be with her, consequences be damned. Mac
thought her heart was going to burst when he said that. She desperately wanted to believe
that, but his track record was not helping. When she told him that, he had hung his head
and agreed. "I guess I will just have to prove it to you then," he told her.
Mac was trying not to whine about the itch under her cast. The glue holding the gash
together was strong, but the healing was making her itch. From the opening of her bag,
she pulled a pencil to slid under the cast and tried to relieve some of the itching.
Harm started laughing at her when he finally realized what she was doing. "Mac, you
need to not do that. You know what the doctors told you Marine." She just sighed and
pulled it out.
As she leaned down to put the pencil back in her bag, she noticed who had just walked
through the door.