Disclamier- I do not own anything, at all... not even this computer, and especially not JAG, or any of the characters.

Renee didn't show up at Harms at the end of Adrift II.

Authors note- I just started university, no guarantees about updates, but I'll do my best! Reviews are amazing please :D

"I need a better reason" She needed something more, more then just a feeling, something she knew to be true, but hadn't heard.

"You know the reason" he tried to muster the words, but couldn't, she had to know "Mac?"

"I'm here" She thought about it, she knew, he had.. feelings for her, and she loved him, but Harm couldn't say it; he tried... and then that night, on the Admirals porch...

"I'm waiting" he replied... now he just had to wait, wait and hope she would listen, and act.

Harms Apartment

There was a knock at the door, Harm stood, and and opened the door, as soon as he had she fell into his arms. The tears flowing down her cheeks, his arms wrapped tightly around her.

"shhhhhhhhhh, hey Mac, shhhh it'll be ok" he held on tight, he couldn't let her go again.

"He's gone, Harm, he's gone, he wouldn't even speak to me..." she said, her voice was so small, muffled against his shirt.

He lead her to the couch, and they sat. She laid her head on his lap and he stroked her hair as she cried. The tears kept flowing, long into the night; eventually she fell asleep, a restless sleep there on his couch. Harm too eventually succumb to the sandman, his arms still wrapped around Mac.

The next morning

Mac opened her eyes, and took in her surroundings, she recognized the apartment as Harms. She rubbed her eyes, and neck, and felt a arm around her waist, Harms of course. She sat up, gently moving his arm to the couch. She scrawled a note on a newspaper from a few days before, grabbed her keys and left, she had some thinking to do, and after his comment the night before, about what he'd said, about the reason he wanted her to come to him, she knew that it she wouldn't get that thinking done around him.

She drove to her apartment, but couldn't bring herself to go up, it would smell like him, his things, still in the closet. She sat there, in her parking spot for sometime, before deciding there was no two ways about it, she needed to shower, and a change of clothes and then she could leave; at least for a little while. She walked slowly down the hall, stopping in front of her door, when she put the keys in she heard the telephone on the other side of the door ring. She opened the door and walked over to the phone.

"Hello" she said, her eyes fixed on the ground.

"Mac, what the hell happened? When I woke up you were gone, and all I get is a note 'gone to think, call you later'. Are you ok?" Harm sounded worried on the other end of the line, she should have known...

"I just need some time... I think I'm going to visit Chloe, I just..." she fell onto the couch... "Harm, I just need to hear it.. and until you can say it; I don't think I can put myself out there, not now... especially not now. So let me know ok?"

She clicked talk, and the line died. She grabbed a duffle out of her closet and stuffed some clothes into it, and grabbed a few energy bars and water bottles out of the kitchen. She headed out the door, and hoped when she returned the smell had faded, and it could go back to being her space.

Meanwhile at Harms apartment, he stared at the phone... confused, yet completly aware. He knew what had to be done, what had to be said... he walked to the dresser and opened the top drawer and stared at the little box wedged between an assortment of socks, and then shut the drawer again. He couldn't do it.. he needed to but couldn't. He stripped off his clothes and showered; trying to come up with some sort of solution.

Mac drove down the highway, on her way towards Chloes... watching the cars speed by her. Her cell phone vibrated in the seat beside her, she ignored it. She kept driving... just needed to keep driving.. just needed to get away.