Ever notice how Harm and Mac seem to get interrupted every time something shippery is about to happen? - This is just me having a little fun with some scenes in some episodes and changing them up a bit.

AN: The titles of each chapter will be the episode that I am "fixing" I guess. Some will be times where they got interrupted others it's a scene that we should have had but, didn't. Mistakes are mine. Writing these as they pop into my head so there will likely be errors.

Disruptions Chapter 1

A Tangled Webb Pt. 2

Instinctively, he knew where Mac was and that the chances of her being alive much longer were starting to slip away. He took aim at one of Sadik's men that were situated just outside of a small shack. Harm could smell something foul wafting from inside – the smell of death, excrement and sizzling skin. A mixture so potent it nearly made him sick. He was going to shoot but, thought of a better alternative that would not alert the other guards that they were being ambushed. Instead, he made his way through the woods and unsheathed a Bowie knife which was attached to his belt. He'd make this quiet.

Harm rounded the shack and once the coast was clear, descended upon a man who was a full head shorter than he. It didn't take long for him to ram the knife home and end the bastards life right then in there. He pressed himself up against the shack and tried to listen to the voices inside. Two men were speaking Farsi and laughing.

"Please, don't do this." It was Mac, her voice almost recognizable as she begged. "You won't get a damned thing from me!" She spoke again and this time he could hear when the Marine in her had come back, not letting her weaker self-win.

The men still worked, rubbing together the steel wool that was attached to automotive jumper cables and into a battery. The wool sizzled and sparked, a white/orange light emanating from them as they made to press the contraption onto her skin. It caused the lights to dim and flicker inside the torture chamber and Mac looked around, trying to find a viable way out. There wasn't one, she knew as the restrains were wrapped tightly around her ankles and wrists. This is it. This is how I'm gonna die. She thought and couldn't help the tears that pooled in her eyes. Mac wasn't afraid of death but, there was so much she wanted to do and this wasn't the way she was supposed to go. "Stop making a show and just do it." She yelled and braced herself when the crackling steel wool came closer.

"Now or never, Rabb." Harm said, taking his rifle firmly in his hands before kicking down the door. Immediately, he pressed himself against the frame and took a shot at one man and then the other, killing both of them. His eyes scanned the small room and once he realized there was no one else inside, he looked down at the woman tied to a makeshift table. "Mac. Thank God."

This isn't real. Mac thought, wishing she could rub her eyes and see clearer. The man stepped in, closed the door behind him and then began working on her restraints. "This can't be real."

"It's me, Mac. It's Harm." He said, in a rushed voice as he used the knife to cut off the ropes that bound her wrists. Once she was free, he helped her sit up and then handed her the rifle. "Anyone comes in through that door, shoot to kill, Marine. I'll get your legs." He cut the ropes there as well, tossing them on the ground before taking a look around the shack. There was dry blood everywhere and a bucket filled with water covered in swimming larvae of some sort. There were various items attached to the walls, hooks, ropes, chains, a machete. A team of car batteries lined the back wall, waiting for their turn to administer the pain that the shack was designed for. "Jesus."

Beneath the table, he could still near the crackling coming from the steel wool and he kicked the cables aside as he stepped close to Mac. "Are you alright, Marine?"

Mac stared at him in bewilderment. "How are you here?"

"Long story. Let's get you out of here." He went to help her off of the table she was sitting on when she settled the rifle to the side and pulled him to her.

Mac held Harm in a fierce embrace, crying into the crook of his neck when she felt his own arms wrap around her. "I thought I'd never see you again." She couldn't help the sob that escaped her and relished in the feel of his arms tightening around her. One of his hands moved up and down her spine, offering a silent comfort and he reassurance that she was still alive. "How are you here?"

"It's a long story." Harm pulled away for a moment and raised her head up, searching for signs of a concussion before his hands ran gently over her body. "Anything broken?"

"No." She shook her head.

"Did they…" He looked her in the eye, unable to finish the sentence.

"God, no."

Harm pulled her off the table and settled Mac on her feet before pulling a pistol from the small of his back and handing it to her. "Can you walk?"

"Yes."

"Good, let's get out of here." His voice was full of anger and something that she couldn't quite put her finger on. It was almost as if he weren't happy to be there, saving the day. When she didn't immediately follow, Harm turned around and found her staring at the pistol as if she didn't know what to do with it. "Mac, we gotta go."

She raised her head and looked straight into his ever expressive eyes, noting the dark blue that the held. Mac could usually tell when something was wrong just by looking at them. She could tell that her taking on this mission had hurt him. She didn't know what to do and couldn't even begin to figure out how to fix it. So, she took a breath and closed the distance between them as she came up her toes, leaned in and kissed him.

Harm wasn't expecting the kiss. All he wanted to do was get her out of the damned place and to safety. The needed to get moving and any tender reunion would have to wait. Once he'd walked into the shack and seen her tied up all he wanted to do was hold her and kiss her. He needed to tell her how he felt but, he couldn't be selfish, not now when their lives were at stake. "We can't do this now." He said in a sad tone as he broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers. Harm took one of her hands in his and squeezed gently, hoping to convey the words that he had practiced over and over and yet, couldn't formulate.

"I know." She released his hand, racked the pistol and motioned towards the door. "Let's get the hell out of here."