A/N: These snippets are short and relatively easy to write, so I may finish this story in record time. In this ep, Harm ponders Mac's actions.
If I Needed Someone
Hi Harm, it's Mac. I know you were home earlier, and I can't understand why you won't answer my calls or refuse to see me. I know things have been rocky between us for the past few months, but we were once good friends. I don't know why that part has to change. Anyway, call me sometime. I just want to see if you're doing okay.
North of Union Station
August 15, 2003
1746 Local
Harm looked out the second story window of his apartment and watched as Mac walked toward her car. When she stopped and looked up at the window, he stepped away. He didn't want her to see him and come back upstairs.
Mac was determined if anything. What was she trying to do? Rub things in his face? Gloat over the fact she was still in the military and JAG when he wasn't? Talk about her relationship with Clayton Webb?
In all the years he'd known Mac, he would have never guessed she'd take up with the spook. Hell, at first, she didn't even seem to like the guy.
Harm glanced at his watch. Kate would be here at 18:30. It was time to get dressed for their date.
Kate Pike. Who would have ever guessed she would have come back into his life? They had worked together only a short time before their weekend fling. It had been a fun weekend romp, but both realized it had been a mistake. He was younger and more careless then.
She transferred from headquarters a couple of weeks later. It was amazing they'd been able to remain friends.
Because of that weekend, Harm vowed never again to have a casual fling with a coworker. When Mac approached him in Sydney, he'd misread the signs.
You wouldn't go topless in front of me, would you?
Is that a request?
What the hell was she asking? He needed a quick diversionary tactic. He happened to look up as they passed beneath the Sydney Harbor Bridge.
You know they wrote eternity on this bridge in lights on New Year's Eve.
Is that how long we're going to wait?
Mac.
We're not in Washington. We're not even on the same continent.
He'd mistaken her words as an invitation for a quick fling. He didn't want that. Not with Mac. But instead of being able to voice his feelings, he clammed up.
But you still can't let go.
Not yet.
He thought she would understand he wasn't ready. Only a few weeks had passed since he'd returned from flying and he was still trying to regain his footing at JAG. Instead, he sent her right into the arms of a waiting and eager Mic Brumby.
Harm shook his head. He didn't want to think about Mic Brumby or Australia, or even Mac for that matter. He went into his bathroom to take a shower.
North of Union Station
August 15, 2003
2349 Local
Harm entered his loft. Alone. The evening with Kate went okay, but he found himself fidgeting during the movie. He'd let Kate decide, never expecting her to pick some chick flick. He was bored fifteen minutes into the show.
By mutual agreement, they had driven their own cars, so when the movie was over, they went their separate ways. Harm couldn't say it was the most enjoyable evening he'd had. Then again, it could have been worse. He told Kate he'd call her the next time he was in town.
The message light was blinking, so Harm pressed the button to listen. Hey, Harm. It's Mac…
"Don't you get it, Mac.? I don't want to talk to you. I don't need you." He pressed the delete button, then walked up the stairs to his bedroom. He didn't need anyone. But realization dawned on him. If he did need someone, he knew just who he would call.