Okay, so I could see MOST of this conversation happening but, not the end but, it's my world... ;)
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We The People
Mac sighed as she drove the truck that the had rented back to its owner. She fully intended on making the trip alone but, Harm had decided to join her once he was sure her uncle would not be hurt. She could feel his eyes on her as she drove and found she enjoyed the attention. Twice she had turned to look at him and twice he had turned away knowing he'd been caught. "Admiral Chegwidden offered me a position a headquarters." She offered, hoping to break the silence between them.
The idea of partnering with Mac on a full time basis made Harm smile. They worked well together despite the fact that she had a taken a pistol out on him. "You thinking of taking it?"
"Thinkin' about it." She offered him a grin which turned into a full fledged smile, the first that he'd seen since meeting her. Harm decided he liked it, a lot. "I'd be your partner, think you can handle a Marine, squid?"
Harm was fascinated by her from the moment they met and it had little to do with her likeness to Diane Schonke. It was odd at first but, the differences were too noticeable. There was something about Mac, a connection he didn't really understand that he just didn't have with Diane. "Would be a pleasure, we worked well together once you put the gun down."
"We did." She agreed, "I'd be hard pressed to find a single person in my life besides Uncle Matt that would dangle from a helo to rescue me."
"Ha. The Marines need a little help from the Navy at times." He could already see their banter, the ribbing being a source of entertainment between the two of them. "Your uncle is a good man. I like him. Few people stick to their guns like he did." The moment Harm mentioned her troubled uncle, he wish he hadn't as the mood fell somber. He saw Mac's shoulders slump and heard a loud sigh of disappointment as she kept her eyes on the road. "Hey, it'll be okay."
"He's going to spend his life locked up. He'll be seen as a traitor." Mac felt a tear slip out of her eye, the one that she had been holding back since sliding behind the wheel of the truck. She was holding it together, barely, and had remained stoic as her uncle had been taken into custody by Clayton Webb. "Damnit." Without warning, she pulled the truck to the side of the road and hopped out, not wanting Harm to see her cry. She didn't want his pity. Mac leaned against the vehicle and was surprised to find him coming to her side.
"I meant what I said, I'll do anything I can to help him. To help you." For some reason, it hurt him to see her like this when hours earlier she'd been strong and stoic. He understood her grief and wanted nothing more than to take her pain away. Gently, he brought a hand to her shoulder and squeezed. "Don't cry… People see a Marine cry and it gives the Corps a bad name." His little joke made her chuckle and as she turned to him Harm brushed the tears away with the pad of his thumb. "It's okay."
"I made a life for myself because of him. Whenever life was a little out of control, Uncle Matt was there for me, unconditionally. He took care of me."
Harm didn't know what it was about Mac but, he felt himself stepping closer to her, needing the contact, needing to care for her. "Before Webb took him into custody, he asked me to keep an eye on you… I said I would."
"You mean that." He did, she could see it in the look of his eyes. A look of intensity that forced her to catch her breath. He was looking at her lips, watching with fascination as she darted her tongue to moisten them. And then, he kissed her softly, breaking apart several seconds later when she didn't object. "Why do I think things are going to get complicated between us?" Mac said and was rewarded with a grin before Harm leaned in and kissed her again.