Just Fried Chicken

Set in the end of season 10 when things were starting to go right again… set around the 4th of July. Im not keeping this one going, ill start a new one. This one is done… don't beg, don't plead Scanning through the stories made me realize… TIME FOR A NEW ONE.. I know I know, I have some you all are begging for updates for.. but … WHO DOESN'T WANT A NEW JAG Harm and Mac FLUFF Story??? Ya.. see.. admit it!!! Enjoy Enjoy. HUGS TO ALL! (all mistakes are mine..my spell check doesn't like me today either.)

"You like fried chicken right?" A familiar deep voice asked from her doorway.

"What?" Mac jumped and glanced up from her file covered desk with a confused look on her face.

Harm smiled and let out a small laugh as he knew he had just broke her major brain concentration. His main purpose in waiting this late in the day to ask her. "Did you know that more people eat fried chicken on Sundays than any other day of the week?" He winked and smiled again, leaning against her door frame.

"I forgot to eat lunch." Mac announced still with her blank stare.

"What?" Harm was falling fast and realized quickly he needed to take control again. "No, I asked you a question. You can't respond with a statement."

"Fried chicken. What exactly is your point? Im really quite busy here Harm in case you didn't notice the many files on my desk and oh… I don't know, me WORKING?" She spread her hands over her desk as if magically trying to make them disappear.

"Have any plans for the weekend? It's a three day weekend." He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Mac just stared at the man smiling back at her. What was he up to? "No plans really. Why?"

"Good, Sunday dinner. Fried chicken will be top of the menu. Ill pick you up tonight after work. Pack for a few days." He quickly turned and bounced away leaving the Marine to sink in just what exactly had happened.

"HARM, wait, what? Sunday is not tonight." She sprang from her chair and followed him to his office.

"It's a three day weekend, pack a bag. I'll pick you up after work." He repeated as he nodded towards Bud in the bullpen.

"I heard that the first time." She glared.

"So why are we still here?" He asked as he placed his hands on her arms and turned her toward her own office. He leaned closer to her, placing his lips beside her ear and whispered, leaving a trail of goose bumps down her neck. "I'm taking you to Heaven." He gently set her into motion toward her office.

By the time Mac came back down from her own little piece of Heaven, she was back in her office. She turned quickly around and saw him wink as he shut his door. As she sat down at her desk the General came to a stop at her door.

"Colonel. Relax, Sit back down. Plans for the weekend?" He asked.

"Yes, apparently. I'm just not sure what they are yet." She frowned at his worried look.

"Do these plans involve the Commander?"

"Yes." She worried that she couldn't offer more of an explanation.

"Well if I may offer some advice, don't let him take any shortcuts." He smiled.

"Sir?" Mac was entirely too confused for this day to continue any longer.

"Trust your Marine instinct." He replied.

"If I may interrupt here, trust your woman's instinct Mac." The general's wife said as she joined her husband at the door. "Have a great time this weekend."

"What do you know that I apparently don't know?" Mac asked as she watched the love flow from the General to his wife.

"I plead the 5th." General Cresswell spoke out as he turned away from the women.

"You have been working so hard Mac, you really should secure early and go home to pack for your trip." Mrs. Cresswell announced with a smile as her husband turned back around.

"Colonel, see you Tuesday morning. Commander, same goes for you too. You better get on the road before traffic gets too bad. In fact, I'm feeling generous. Everyone secure early! Have a great holiday." He smiled and stalked to his office leaving everyone in shock, but moving fast to follow orders before the General came to his senses.

"Mac, lets go. I'll follow you to your apartment, and then we can leave from there." Harm stood tapping his foot at her door.

"Someone better tell me what's going on. NOW." She walked toward him and punched her finger into his chest.

Harm laughed and wrapped his fingers around her wrist, stopping the sharp painful jabs to his chest. Harm glanced around the bullpen to make sure they were alone. He pulled her just a little too close toward him and whispered again, "As I said before, I'm taking you to Heaven."

"Oh. Well in that case. " She grabbed her cover and purse and slipped by him, knowing he was tailing close behind her. She was quietly planning her weekend. Sexy jeans, sexy new shirt. He wanted to play games? She could play games too.

"What?" Harm asked as they came to a stop at the elevator.

"Huh?" She asked with a smile.

"I started this didn't I?"

"Yes Commander, you did." She smiled and punched the ground level button as the doors closed.

Three hours into the trip, Harm was having trouble focusing on the road. The way Mac looked in her civvies was driving him absolutely mad. He had seen her many times out of uniform but today she had a glow about her. The spark back in her brown eyes. She had first dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, then changed before they left into cargo Capri pants and a red tank. She kept resting her arm on the center arm rest, then using her other hand to mess with the knobs on the radio. He glanced at her quickly, mainly because he had gone two minutes without looking at her when she met his eye and smiled.

"You watching the road there Mr. Navigator?"

"Yes."

"Then eyes on the road." She nodded and laughed as he gained control of the lane drifting car.

"I'm having a hard time driving Mac." He grumbled.

"What's that?"

"Did you intentionally wear that shirt?" He asked as she sat back in her seat and turned to look at him.

"Yes, to drive you mad. Is it working?" She winked as he rubbed his hand over his eyes and shook his head.

"I should just pull over to the side of the road." He started to slow the car.

"What do you think you're doing, stay on the road." She ordered.

"Well I was thinking of pulling over and kissing you."

"You can't." She laughed.

"Why cant I?" He asked with raised eyebrows and a smirk in his voice.

"I would have to hurt you if you tried. I would really rather not scuff my nails since I just had them done." She held her hands out in front of her and eyed her shiny fingernails.

"So you are saying if I were to kiss you, you would have to exercise your crazy ninja marine tactics on me?"

"That is what I said isn't it?" She turned to look at him and caught him laughing at her.

"You would melt in my arms if I kissed you." He stated.

"I so would not. Not every woman that is in your presence worships the ground you walk on Harm."

"Name one time that we have kissed, that you didn't want it to go further." He kept his eyes on the road knowing he would be pulling over if he looked at her.

"Oh, don't even go there." She demanded, pointing her finger at him.

"Face it, any of our kisses over the last decade could have gone to so many more levels. You know it, admit it. The dock, the porch, the mistletoe, the…"

"Are we there yet?" She broke in.

"What's the matter Mackenzie, can't take the truth?"

"The truth is im hungry and I really have to pee." She laughed when he moved his arm to the arm rest and let his fingers run along her arm.

"Can't take the seriousness either I see."

Mac glanced out the windshield and took a deep breath. It always came down to this. They would flirt, joke, have fun, but when seriousness took over, one of them backed away. This time it seemed to be her turn. She moved her arm and let her fingers connect with his, studying the way they joined together.

"Harm." She broke the silence.

"This thing between you and me…" He started.

"Has gone on long enough don't you think? We've had all the opportunities thrown at us. When will we break those ropes holding us back?" She kept her eyes on him as he smiled and moved his hand from the gear shift to her hand on her lap.

"As I was saying, has gone on long enough. I plan to make a move on you during this weekend vacation." He winked as she linked her fingers with his and smiled.

"Well, let's just see if I fall for your charm Harmon Rabb Jr."

"You will, I promise." He raised their hands to his lips and gently kissed her hand.

"What brought all this on?" Mac finally asked after a few moments of silence and passing hills.

"It's been nine years. I'm tired of rules and regulations."

"So, what happens when we get shipped off to different places?" She asked worriedly.

"Let's just see how the weekend goes first, and worry later." He smiled and slowed for their upcoming turn. "Mac, welcome to Heaven." Harm smiled and nodded to the sign above the gate.

"Heaven." Mac laughed and shook her head, remembering his comments earlier in the office. "I should have guessed."

"Oh, I wasn't only talking about the name of Grandmas farm Mac." He gave her a side smile, enough to make her worry more.

Mac looked forward and saw three people standing on the porch of the old farmhouse. "Who exactly is here?"

"Grandma. Oh and mom and Frank." Harm grabbed her hand and kissed it again as he pulled to a stop. "What a nice surprise, I didn't know they were coming."

"Harmon" Grandma practically jumped from the steps to hug her grandson. "Oh you brought Mac. I'm so happy you have finally made it up here. I thought I would be dead and gone before I got to meet you." She enveloped Mac in a grandma bear hug.

"I'm happy to meet you, thank you for having me this weekend."

"Mac, it's so wonderful to have you with us." Trish said as Mac stepped into her open arms.

Mac suddenly felt a rush of emotions come over her as Harms mother wrapped her arms around her. Mac closed her eyes and let herself be taken into a world of family. When Frank hugged her, she let a tear slide down her cheek but quickly wiped it away before anyone could see it. Harm caught the fast movement though, and reached for her hand, pulling her close to his side.

"You know, I'm happy to be here too." Harm said as his grandmother slapped his arm.

"I have dinner waiting on the table. Let's go before it's too cold to eat and I have to throw it out to the hogs." Grandma shuffled them all up the steps and into the house.

"Hey Mac, can I kiss you now?" Harm whispered in her ear before they headed up the steps.

Mac turned her face toward him and smiled. "Make it quick sailor, dinner is waiting."

Harm pulled her closer as he snaked his hand around her waist. She started laughing as he quickly touched his lips to hers.

"Don't start laughing Mac." He said as he pulled away.

"You two, there's plenty of time for that later, come on in this house." Grandma ordered from the open screen door.

"See, plenty of time." Mac smirked.

"Just make sure you don't find yourself in a dark corner anytime soon." Harm grumbled as he followed the two women into the house, receiving a smile from the Marine in front of him.

"I heard that." Mac smiled and slipped her hand into his and leaned up to kiss him on the cheek.