Literally cringing re-reading this. It's old and before I got into some sort of writing stride. Gonna string a few chapters together because... jeeez. LOL!
And the chapters are sooo short... Ugh! Bad Radiorox!

PART 4

Friday

0930 Local

Harm's Apartment

North of Union Station.

Harm awoke to an empty bed and the sound of the shower and someone humming. He grinned thinking about how near a naked Mac was to him. "Enjoying your shower, Marine?"

"Yes I am, thank you very much." Mac chuckled, yelling over the water. Through the blocks of glass that made up his shower, Harm could see moving, naked flesh. Her naked flesh. Though he could not make out body parts, his mind was filling him in. He imagined her small hands delicately caressing every inch of her skin and wondered what would happen if he walked into the shower with her. His mind drifted to her bringing him closer and sharing in a kiss that would light the heaven's on fire. His mouth would glide down to her neck and lower still, as his hands. . .

"Harm." Mac said, snapping Harm out of a day dream that he shouldn't be having. . . especially not when the object of his fantasies was naked in his shower that was some few feet away.

"Yes." He managed to croak out while he looked down at his pants to find his morning erection saluting him.

"I forgot to grab a towel."

Harm took a deep breath and tried to will his erection to subside. "They are umm . . .in my closet over here."

"That's nice." The laughter in her voice could be heard. "But that would mean I'd have to walk across the room naked to get it."

"Oh!" He said loudly as his bulge became ever harder. Mac naked. . .no… He tried to make his mind stop racing about the possibilities.

"Harm?" Her voice was more impatient this time. "You alright out there?"

Harm nodded as if she could see him and quickly managed to toss the towel over the shower, it landing right on her head.

"Gee, thanks." She said, taking the cloth and wiping herself down.

Harm ran back to bed and brought the sheets over him as he tried to remember all his old school tricks when mini Harm would become overly happy. That is when Mac came out of the shower. Blue towel wrapped tightly around her body. She swung her arm off of the cubed glass and leaned against it. He'd had that fantasy with her coming out of his shower wearing only a towel. Just as they were about to kiss. . .

"Earth to Harm?" Mac said, her arms folded across her chest. "You okay, flyboy?"

Harm nodded stupidly. "Uh huh."

"Where's your hair dryer?"

Harm pointed over to the closet, keeping his eyes on her slim figure as she made it across the room and then back to the bathroom.

As she was about to disappear again, she cocked an eyebrow and looked at him strangely. "You sure you're alright?"

"Uh. . . I ah. . . Uh , yea, yea I am. . . F-f-fine." Harm nodded again. Cold shower, he was definitely going to need one.

About an hour after Harm finally got himself under control, they decided, after an argument that Mac won, to head over to her apartment and pick up some of her things.

"Let me go up first, see if the coast is clear, and then I'll come get you." Harm said, looking up towards the direction of the apartment. He'd given Mac one of his baseball caps and had her tuck her hair into it so that she would appear the least like her self. She was practically lost under his sunglasses. She found it ridiculous, but, for the sake of her belongings, she did as he asked.

Mac sighed loudly and looked out the passenger's side window, muttering to herself. "This is great, I am letting some nut bar run my life."

"Mac, no one is running your life. We're simply taking precautions. Even the detectives told you not to go home. . . Now stay here." He warned and before she had a chance to object, he got out of his SUV and made it into her building. About five minutes later, Harm motioned from the stairs that it was safe for her to join him. "Make it quick." He ordered as they entered her apartment.

Mac gave him a mock salute. "Yes, sir." Disappearing into her room, she started packing things into a duffle bag. Harm stayed in the living room, keeping an eye out the windows.

"I thought you always had a bag packed?" Harm said, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water.

Mac rolled her eyes. "Well I do. . .but the police have the 'Vette in the impound. So I am a bit screwed on that." Smirking, she poked her head out of her bedroom. "So, should I leave or bring the lingerie?"

Harm returned her smirk and shrugged. "Entirely up to you."

Once she was done, Mac gave the apartment a once over, sighed and nodded to Harm. "Okay, let's go." As soon as they got to the car, she realized that she forgot something. "My uniform. . . I got everything but my uniform."

Harm looked at the time and then back up to her apartment. "Get in the car and lock it up. . . I'll go get it." At her nod, he raced up the stairs and back into her apartment. Sighing, he walked into her closet, grabbed her uniform and was about to make it out the door when he felt a hand on his shoulder and a sickening feeling at the base of his skull. He couldn't stop his body from hitting the floor. Nor could he stop himself from blacking out.

"Harm? Harm?" He heard her voice but, for some reason, it was hard to get his eyes open. When he finally did, he felt the pounding of his head and saw brown eyes gazing back at him. "What happened?"

Harm shook his head and, with her help, managed to sit up. "Someone hit me. . . on the head." He shook the nauseating feeling away and managed to stand up. "We need to get out of here."

"You need to go to a hospital. You might have a concussion." She said, trying to read his eyes, which he wasn't letting her do. Instead, Harm grabbed her by the hand and yanked her out of the apartment, uniform and all. "Harm!"

He didn't even bother to respond, but instead took her out of the apartment. He looked around before crossing the street and getting her into the SUV. Rather than drive straight home, Harm made a few passes through different blocks hoping that if anyone were following, he would lose them.

When they finally arrived back at Harm's apartment, he crashed on the sofa, holding a bag of ice to his head. "Let me take a look at that." Mac said, removing the pack to find a blood and the gash where it was coming from. "Oh, God. . .you're bleeding. . ."

"I am not going to a hospital, if that is what you are implying." Harm said, wincing when she placed the bag back on his head.

Mac stood up, grabbed his car keys and tried moving Harm from the sofa. "Well, guess what? You have no choice. . ." She placed both her hands on his face and turned his head so that she could look into his yes. ". . .Your eyes . . . Harm." She looked at him and knew she had won.

1015 Local

Mercy Hospital

Emergency Room

Washington, D.C.

Harm sat on one of the emergency room beds and winced when the nurse injected him with the anesthesia. He tried to put a brave face for Mac who was standing there giving him an amused smirk. "Yes, it hurts." Harm said, answering the silent question that people love to ask when someone else is injured.

"At least your eyes are back to normal." She said, placing a hand over his own and squeezing lightly. "When can he go home?" Mac looked over at the doctor who had started sewing the gash on Harm's head.

The doctor stopped for a moment, and took another look at the gash. "Well, he doesn't seem to have a concussion; you can take him home as soon as we're done."

"Good!" Harm exclaimed and looked up at Mac who was rolling her eyes at him. She was being playful, trying to keep the gravity of the situation off of his shoulders. The police had been right and the person who had attacked her did know where she lived. That thought scared the hell out of Mac, but she was trying not to let it show.

"Mr. Rabb?" Looking over, Harm and Mac saw Detectives Peter Kain and Liz VanEdee standing by the nurse. "How are you feeling?" Liz said.

Harm looked between the two detectives and bad to Mac who had removed her hand from his. "Like someone hit me over the head. . . But I'll live."

Peter walked passed the nurse and stood before Harm. "Did you see the person, Mr. Rabb?"

"Call me Harm, and no I didn't."

Liz took a deep breath. "You think it was the same person that attacked Ms. MacKenzie?"

"Probably." Harm said with a smirk. In his mind, he wondered how detectives got anything done. JAG ops was so much better organized. "Luckily nothing happened to Mac."

Liz nodded and looked at Peter who was watching the doctor work on the gash. He cringed when the needle went in an was then pulled out. "Ms. MacKenzie, I am assuming you didn't see anything either."

Mac shook her head. "No detective. I was in the car waiting for the Commander. When he took longer than expected, I went to go see what he was doing and found him on the floor."

Peter jotted down a few things on a PDA and then looked between Harm and Mac. "Okay, we'll be in touch."

"That's it?" Harm said. "You don't have any information?!" He was really getting irritated with the way that the police handled things. Too many times they had stepped on each others toes and, he found, they did a horrible job on certain things. "What the hell kind of job are you doing?"

"Look, if you think you can do a better. . ." Peter began, but was cut off by his partner.

Liz stood between the two men and pushed Peter backwards. "Okay, thank you. . . We'll do what we can. . . Let's go Pete."

Once the two detectives left, Mac moved towards Harm again and took his hand. She felt sorry for him. There was no reason that he should be caught up in her mess. For whatever reason, this person was after her, it didn't mean that Harm had to be caught up with it. The whole thing reminded her too much of Coster and something he said about men she thought or fantasized about being with. How they were in danger as well. Harm had come to mind, but she couldn't very well tell him that. Sad part was, at the moment that it occurred; Harm was in the room with her and Coster. She swore she could see the disappointment in his eyes as she told Coster that there was no one. He didn't know how frightened she was that the stalker would go after Harm. It would have killed her to see him wind up like Dalton.

Harm watched the myriad of expressions as Mac just gazed off at nothing in particular. He wondered what she was thinking and hoped she knew that this wasn't her fault. It was far from it. He too started to remember Coster and all of the sick things that he had done in order to bring her guard down. The bastard had even gone as far as murdering Mac's ex boyfriend. Harm too was almost on the chopping block. Luckily, when he rescued Mac, Coster had let his guard down enough for Harm to rush him and knock him out. Still, he couldn't save her from herself and he hated that he couldn't stop her from taking the bottle. He was too preoccupied in planning a sketchy attempt of brining the stalker to light and didn't remember to keep her safe.

"We're all done." The doctor said, patting Harm on the shoulder. "We'll discharge you I a few minutes."

PART 5

Saturday

10:30 Local

Harm's Apartment

North of Union Station

Coffee. It was the smell of coffee that woke Harm from a not so peaceful slumber. He was having those dreams again, the ones about the night his F-14 crashed into the Atlantic. Ever since that night, he never really slept quite well. Too many times he would wake up drenched in sweat and gasping for air. He could swear he was still in the ocean, caught in the strings of his parachute with no way to break free. Sometimes he couldn't cut the strings away and the ocean would invade his lungs. Other times, he would make it to the surface, only to be consumed by a massive wave. Today, thankfully, the smell of the coffee had awoken him before he had a chance to slam into the ocean.

Sitting up in bed, he was greeted by the site of Mac in one of his long sleeve plaid shirts watching him from the louvered windows. 'I can get used to this.' He thought as her smile widened. "How you feeling?" She asked, walking around and up the steps to his room.

Harm leaned against the wall and returned the smile. "Head hurts. . . a lot and some parts of my body are under protest but, otherwise I am fine."

Mac chuckled and sat on the edge of the bed and took a look at his head. "Well, at least you aren't seeping." She looked at him for a moment and raised an eyebrow. "Your breathing is a bit labored though."

"Nightmare." He said with a frown and a slow sigh. Harm cocked his head to the side. "Hey, not about you. . ."

Mac shook herself from her thoughts and half smiled. "Stay here, I'll bring you some breakfast and we can talk about it." She stood and made her way to the kitchen. "I made some of that hazelnut coffee you had."

Harm got out the bed and paused to watch her rummaging through the kitchen, so at ease with his things. Sighing, he headed towards the bathroom. When he returned, she already had things ready for them. "Smells good, Mac. . . thanks."

They ate in a comfortable silence and soon after Mac put their plates into the sink and headed back. "So what was that nightmare about? . . . Lemme guess, someone stole your 'vette again?"

Harm chuckled. "Ha. . . No, worse than that." He looked off for a moment and then looked back at Mac who was now seated cross-legged on the bed. "Was about . . . the night I crashed into the drink." Closing his eyes, Harm thought back to all of it again. For a very long time he wondered if there was something else he could have done for that plane not to go down, but everything he did was right.

"It was a rough night for all of us. . . Still, what you went through. . ." Mac's voice trailed off and she willed the tears not to fall. God, how many times had she cried over that night? The nightmares had never stopped even when he was safe and sound and back home. It hurt her that she didn't wish him luck. It hurt her that he was drowning in the ocean while she was celebrating a disaster waiting to happen. It hurt her that she walked away from him when they needed each other most. It hurt her that she wasn't the first person he saw when he woke up. She should have been the one in the ocean that night, not him.

Harm shivered with the thoughts of him dying in the middle of the ocean and never telling her what he felt. He wondered, time and time again, if she would have married Brumby had he arrived safe and sound. Would he have let her? Worst of all, would she have married Brumby if Harm had died in the ocean? He felt her arms go around him and the feelings he always had for her came to the surface again. God, how could she not know what she did to him? He breathed in her scent and let himself get lost if only for a little while. He took to her like a greedy man and let her soothe his hurt. "I should be the one comforting you, Mac." He said softly when her head rested against his own. They'd held each other like this once before, when promising news of Bud's condition was revealed. Mac's soft breath on his skin gave him goose bumps. When he turned his head, he met her gaze. She moved in closer to him, their lips nearing and Harm closed his eyes in anticipation.

Mac softly brushed her lips over his and then pulled back to see Harm's eyes still closed. Smiling, she leaned forward and gave him a full kiss. It wasn't a deeply passionate kiss, but she felt his heart beat faster. When they pulled apart, the flyboy grin was there and so was that look of desire in his eyes which she saw once before, during her engagement party. He cocked his head to the side. "You look tired, Mac."

"I am." She confessed, shrugging because it wasn't important to her. Not when they had made such a huge headway in their relationship. He wanted, her, she was finally sure of that. But, did he love her? That was something she needed to know before she committed to anything with Harm.

Harm reached over and shut off the lamp. The medication he was given was making him drowsy. "Let's go back to sleep, Mac." She nodded and slid herself under the covers and closer to him. They would talk as soon as he was ready to.

Mac grinned once she felt his arms wrap around her body. She could definitely get used to this arrangement. There was something about being in his arms that she had never felt with anyone else. In words, it would describe to be a complete sense of peace and safety. But, it was much more than just that, so much more. Mac felt at home in his arms and that was something that she stopped feeling the night her mother had left her. Even through her relationships, she always felt a void that was missing and for the first time in ages, it was being filled.

Mac closed her eyes and listened to Harm's slow and steady breathing. His breath against her skin felt as intimate as a kiss. She noted how well they fit together, as if God had literally created their bodies to fit one another. Sighing happily, she let herself give into the fantasy that he was hers and she was his. Certain that he was asleep; Mac opened her eyes and whispered a confession. "I love you, Harm." Her voice was soft but the secret had finally reached the ears of the right person.

Harm smirked and wrapped his arms tighter around Mac. "I love you too, Sarah." He said in a soft voice before kissing her softly on the shoulder.

Tears of happiness washed down her cheeks and onto the pillow, she let out a breath that she had been holding and wrapped her own arms around Harm as they both fell into a peaceful slumber.