A/N – In history, different groups believed that when you touched someone you left a little piece of yourself on their skin through their fingerprints.

The silence was deafening. All she could hear was her breathing and her heart. The off white walls threatened to engulf her, the air in her apartment thick with the Maryland humidity. Her television flickered dully as the Orioles took the field against the Blue Jays. Her dark eyes watched the players in their white uniforms throw the ball around. They were tall, dark…she couldn't take it anymore.

Her hands shook as she counted the pills on her table. Two…four…six…she lost count. Her tears blurring her vision. They were small and white and looked so much like candy. They were to help her sleep the label said. Dreamless sleep. Sarah Mackenzie rolled two around in her palm as someone rounded the bases. Two would be enough. For now.

Harmon Rabb Jr. pulled his navy blue pillow over his head. He kicked his matching sheets off and flailed on his bed. The air stuck to his body and condensed in his numerous windows. He closed his eyes tightly. Maybe people were right, maybe their relationship was just more than platonic.

"You've come with me farther than anyone else ever has. I'll never forget that Mac." Harm said. They were in Russia looking for his father. She was the only one that went along with his sometimes crazy, sometimes neurotic plans. She was stronger than anyone else he knew. She was his best friend.

They had both heard it before. The looks they shared, the stolen smiles, the soft touches. But both of them swore, vehemently, that there was nothing between them. They, indeed were that stupid.

Harm sat up and ran his hands through his short hair. They had argued over a case before. But nothing like this. It hit far too close to home. He was defending a SEAL who was charged with murdering his best friend's fiancée. Harm knew exactly how he felt. Hopeless. Watching his best friend slip away to another man that would never be good enough, knowing that he was the best one for her.

He told Mac, about the case, not about his feelings.

"So he killed him because he was jealous?"

"He thought he was saving her."

"Gee, I would LOVE to be saved by a murderer."

"Come on Mac. He was doing what he thought was best. They had been friends forever…and he couldn't bare to see her, in his words, throwing her life away."

"So he killed him. He couldn't have sat down and talked about his feelings for her? That he was in love with her?"

Harm ran his hand over his chin. "Mac…some people can't…verbalize their feelings like that." His blue eyes closed briefly. God, I know I can't. He thought.

"But he didn't have to kill him. He's a murderer Harm. Plain and simple. He's NOT crazy, he knew what he was doing." Her dark eyes flashed with annoyance and shame. She was hiding something behind her always-tough demeanour.

"He said he had no other choice. And besides, you know that if someone was doing what happened to her…I would be in the same position."

Mac rolled her eyes. "Yeah. Right. Been there. Done that." She said icily.

"Pardon me?" Harm's eyes narrowed. "Been there? Done that? Do you care to explain?"

"No. Now please leave my office Harm. I have work to do." She sat down at her desk and glowered at the man standing in front of her.

"Maaaac…" His voice trailed off. He walked around to the side of her desk and grabbed her arm. "Don't shut me out."

"Commander. Out. NOW."

He bit his lower lip. "You know Mac…maybe your relationships would last longer if you weren't so cold." As soon as the words left his mouth, he knew it was a mistake. "Mac…I'm…"

Her dark eyes were full of fire. "Get out of my office." She said, her voice barely above a whisper but dripped with venom. "Now."

His fingers played over the cold plastic of his telephone. He knew he should call. But he also knew that Mac had caller ID and wouldn't pick up. His body shivered as he stood up, the sticky air sticking to his almost naked body. He couldn't sleep. The sky outside was a shade closer to purple than it was black, the clouds low in the sky. He pulled a shirt over his bare chest, a pair of loose fitting jeans over his hips. Grabbing his keys to is SUV he slammed the door behind him.

He drove the road that he knew like the back of his hand. The curves, the bends, the stop signs. His blue eyes scanned the road before pulling up in front of Mac's apartment building. Her lights were off, but the blue glow from her TV lit the room. Sighing, he shut off the motor and stepped out.

"Mac…Mac…open the door." Harm banged on Mac's front door, not caring how loud he was being. "Come on…I know you're awake…" Finally, after hammering on her door, he used his key and let himself in.

Mac's apartment was the way it normally was. Except for Mac. Her body was strewn on her couch like a ragdoll, her hair covering her closed eyes.

"Mac…Mac…wake up. We have to talk." Harm hovered over her prone body. The pills she had been so carefully counting were on the floor. He knelt down and picked them up, his fingers shaking.
There was something wrong with the scene, more than just the pills and the obviously self drugged Mac. Something that she was hiding, and he knew it might be more than he could take.

English is not my first language, so please go easy on me. And it's my first ever Fic. Thanks.