Title: Gifts From The Heart

By: LizD

Written: Christmas 2003

Spoilers: Through Mid-Season Nine Sans Mattie

December 24

0600 EST – Rabb Residence

Harm bounded out of the shower. He felt great, greater, than great. He felt fantastic. The spirit of Christmas was full upon him. He was whistling some carol that he could not get out of his head. He had a ton of things to do that day before the dinner at the Roberts: presents he had to pick up, and errands to run. He had made his decision about what he was getting Mac for Christmas. He was going to do get her something that caught his eye just as she had all those years ago. It was a lot of money and it was a huge chance, but he was going to do it. He was not going to buy her an engagement ring. But it was very special and it wasn't the kind of thing just-a-friend would get for just-a-friend.

"Friend" – what a strange description of their relationship. After so many years they should be more than friends and after the past year they had (Singer's pregnancy and murder, Paraguay, Webb and Mac's PTSD, the CIA hiring and firing and the not so triumphant return to JAG) they should have been at the very least enemies. But they weren't. At best they were estranged – but Harm had a plan to rectify that.

Something had switched off or on in him. The year had been the worst year of his life – well at least of his adult life. Even the year he had the ramp strike and had to quit flying did not have the same impact on him as the past year had – maybe his age was factoring in. But that morning, that Christmas Eve morning, he refused to dwell any more on opportunities that had passed him by, injustices that he felt were thrust upon him or any other atrocity that he did nothing to prevent. He had made a decision to move past all of that and take back control and above all be positive.

What had caused this change? Mac. Rather Mac's integrity, sincerity and selfless concern for him. She threw him for a loop a couple of weeks past. He had been mean and snide to her since his return to JAG. Still acting the spurned lover. He was unkind and dangerously unprofessional to her in court, caustic and spiteful in front of their co-workers and in private (on the rare occasion when they were alone) he was aloof and remarkably unapologetic – in spite of the actual words he said. It had been a couple of weeks since he had asked her for a favor. It was a big favor and one that deserved a lot more explanation than he was willing to give. She balked – a little – and he got mad. He spit the lowest, nastiest, meanest thing he could think of to say to her and stormed out. What did Mac do? She put aside her wounded pride, her hurt feelings and probable anger and came through for him ten times over. It was very humbling. She accepted his apology (this time it was sincere) but he couldn't help feel that he had done some real damage to their friendship – damage that would take a concerted effort to repair.

Ever since that day – the day she showed her true colors and the unselfish feelings she had for him, he had been making it up to her in small ways, in ways that she would let him. He was not just nice to her; he was genuine, real and open with his comments. She responded very well – in spite of his expectations. In fact, the night before was an impromptu dinner with some of the people from work. Mac had gone with him, she had sat next to him and she even allowed him to pay for her meal. He felt a thaw.

That morning – that Christmas Eve Morning - he was bound and determined to completely defrost their friendship and make it up to her in everyway he could from that day and through the years to come. He was praying that he would get years to make it up to her.

0600 – MacKenzie Residence

Mac burst from her apartment. It was a glorious day and she was humming a carol she could not get out of her head. It was Christmas Eve. She had a ton of things to do that day before the dinner at the Roberts: presents she had to pick up, and errands to run. And she had made her decision about what she was getting Harm for Christmas. It was expensive and it was probably too much, but she wanted him to have it.

Christmas was always a funny time of year for her. She had no fond memories of "candles in the window, carols at the spinet" or "presents under the Christmas tree." In fact the Christmases of her youth were usually linked with drinking and arguing that often would end up with her sleeping at her neighbor's house. For the last twenty years Mac had been trying to make new traditions. To embrace this time of year as if she knew what "home for the holidays" truly meant. She had failed more often than not. That day – however – that day looked like it was going to be a great day. She had a feeling.

This past year had been bad for her. The incident in Paraguay still hung around the edges of her mind and she found herself feeling uneasy for no reason at strange times during a day – pretty close to everyday. It was very off putting. Harm had been very difficult for a very long time and she was miserable that she lost his friendship and his support. But a few weeks past that changed: almost over night. She had done him a favor. He asked in a half-assed manner, she asked for more clarification and they fought pretty harshly. It could easily have been the final straw for Harm and Mac. There was no expectation that she would actually DO the requested favor and there was no telling how that would have impacted their working relationship. But after some good clear headed thinking – she chose to do what she was requested. She didn't do it to win his friendship back – or to get him to apologize. She had to ulterior motive. Quite simply - it was the right thing to do - whether or not he would appreciate the efforts she made on his behalf. But change he did. Harm was treating her differently and she honestly believed that the worst of it was over for them. The night before was that first time they felt easy with each other, easy enough to laugh genuinely.

That morning she was bound and determined to keep that easiness going and following it where it led for as long as she could.

0716 – Martini's Cleaners

Harm walked in and got in line behind a female marine. He had to laugh at himself. She looked like Mac from behind – and he knew Mac's behind really well. The part that was funny was that he didn't believe it was her and thought he was just seeing Mac in all women. There was a blonde at the traffic light a few blocks back driving a red Porsche and when he pulled up next to her – he thought she looked like Mac. Then there was the woman walking dog the day before who looked like Mac. 'When did Mac get a dog?' was his thought before he was forced to accept that it was not Mac. Clearly his mind was on her and he was seeing her everywhere.

She – that marine in front of him - was humming. She was humming the same song he had been whistling not two seconds before. That's what got his attention. Then he realized – his fantasy was reality.

"Merry Christmas, Sarah."

Mac turned and her face lit up at the sight of him. "Merry Christmas, Harm."

"Didn't know you took your uniforms here."

"You said it was the best."

"Yes, I did."

Mr. Martini came from the back and watched as his daughter helped the next customer in line. He looked up and saw Mac and Harm chatting. Martini flirted with Mac relentlessly when she would come in and he liked Harm a lot too. When he saw them together that morning his heart melted. They were so perfect together. Before it was their turn, he had gone and gotten their uniforms. He nodded to them to come over to the side.

He handed them each their set of hangers, and nodded to the door. "Merry Christmas," he said.

Harm and Mac were both surprised. They liked Martini, but had never known him to give anything away - ever. They smiled and returned the holiday greetings. Harm opened the door and waited for Mac to precede him out.

"Commander. Colonel." Martini called, as Mac was just about to step through the door. They each looked back. He nodded up – up to the top of the door. Harm and Mac were standing under the mistletoe. Their eyes met, they smiled and exchanged a very safe and easy kiss – no awkwardness at all. They looked back at Martini and his smile said 'oh, you two can do better than that' but he nodded to let them go.

0801 – JAG Headquarters

Harm walked in with a huge box of Danish and pastries. He brought it to the kitchen to leave it for all personnel. He opened the box, pulled out the one and only apple fritter. He put it on a plate with a napkin and a fork and proceeded to Mac's office. He set it up on her desk and left. Mac loved the apple fritters from this particular bakery. She would rarely allow herself to have them because they were so amazingly rich. But that day was special for Harm and he hoped it would be for her too.

Less than thirty seconds later Mac walked into his office with a cappuccino just the way he liked it.

"Morning again, Harm," she said placing the coffee on his desk.

"Morning," he smiled up at her. "What's this?"

"Little caffeine to start your day."

He took the lid off and smiled. It was EXACTLY the way he liked it. "Thank you."

"I was driving by – it was just – "

"It was very nice. I needed this this morning," he took a careful sip. "Going to be a busy day."

"Yes it is."

"I left you a little something on your desk."

"The Markson file?"

"Something like that," he grinned.

She exited and moments later she called him. Her mouth was full he could barely understand her. "Sarah – enjoy," he laughed.

"You know this is my favorite," she was giddy like a school girl – rare for Mac.

"I know. I know."

"This is so bad for me Harm. I'll gain 10 pounds."

"You'll work it off."

"Thank you."

1031 – JAG Headquarters

Mac entered with her client, Petty Officer Nicholas Markson. Harm was prosecuting and Mac was defending. It was a minor case of dereliction of duty and really should not be brought up for courts martial. They were there to see if they could come to an agreement.

"Punitive letter of reprimand, reduction in pay grade, 30 days in the brig." Harm stated.

"Is there really need for brig time?"

"The deal is good Colonel, you know you would make the same offer."

"But is there really need for brig time?"

Harm gave her a long look. "No."

"Then we are agreed."

"We are agreed."

Harm got up, smiled at her and told the petty officer to have a nice holiday and left.

"What just happened here?" The petty officer asked.

"You are free to go. There will be a letter in your file and you will lose a pay grade, but other than that nothing. You can go back to work."

"I don't understand."

"The commander and I came to an agreement that the Navy can live with and I dare say, so can you."

"And I don't have to go to jail?"

"Nope."

"You two exchanged like 25 words – how? I don't - "

"The commander and I have sat on both sides of this table often. We each know how to protect the client and serve the navy's interest. In this particular situation we are in full agreement. There is no need to waste anymore time. Let me just say, don't do it again because next time it won't be so easy."

"No, ma'am. I mean yes, ma'am. I learned my lesson. So I can go home?"

"Go get your kids a nice Christmas present."

1245 – Le Petit Jardin

Mac had just come from the bike shop down the street. Little AJ was getting a bike for Christmas, his first two-wheeler. Mac had talked to Bud about it and she thought she would get him all the extra stuff to go alone with it: the water bottle, the saddle bags, the fanny pack, the light, yadda yadda yadda. She actually had a lot of fun picking the stuff out. She needed to go home and wrap them all so AJ could have them on Christmas morning. She had one more stop to make to get Harm's present, but that would have to wait. She had an appointment at the office in thirty minutes. She needed to pick up some lunch and head back. As she was standing in line, she thought she would offer to bring Harm something too. When she left he was dealing with some administrative problem with the admiral. It was not looking like he would get out to lunch that day.

She pulled out her phone and was about to dial when it rang.

"Hey, I was just about to call you?"

"Were you?" Harm said.

"I was. But you got through first, what's up?"

"No, no, you go ahead. Beauty before age," he laughed. "Where are you?" The noise in the background was deafening.

"Le Petit Jardin, I wanted to know if you wanted me to bring you and the admiral something back for lunch," she then realized that the noise on his end was hard to hear over. "Where are you?"

"Standing right behind you."

Mac turned and was face to face with Harm. The cell phone forgotten.

"Hi. What are you doing here?"

"Picking up lunch. I called you to see if you wanted me to bring something back."

She smiled at yet another coincidence. "What do they say about great minds?"

"Yes, ma'am." They moved up in line. "Do you have to go back to the office? Should we just eat here?"

"What about the admiral?"

"I was given a stay until after the Christmas holiday. He had to go get Meredith's present."

"Lucky you."

"So, lunch?" he asked again.

"I can't stay," she owned with sincere disappointment in her voice. "I have a meeting back at JAG in less than 30 minutes."

He checked his watch. "If you don't leave now you will never make it in this traffic."

"I know."

"So go, I'll bring it back for you."

"You don't mind?"

He smiled to say that no, he didn't mind. "No. I don't. I do have to make a quick stop at Tom's Cycle Shop."

"AJ?"

"Yeah." Now he looked a little suspicious. "Why? Is that were you just came from?"

"Yep. Accessories," she said to explain what she got.

"Helmet and gloves."

"This is getting a little freaky," she commented about the number of coincidences they experienced that day.

"In a good way," he added. "Go. I'll be there when you are done with your meeting, or I'll leave it in the fridge."

Mac smiled and started to walk out. She turned back to tell him what she wanted and thought to herself – there is no need at least not that day.

1615 – Virginia Antique Mall

Harm walked in and knew exactly where he was going. In the booth in the back there was a stunning antique necklace, bracelet and earring . . . ensemble (for lack of a better word). It was set in yellow gold and platinum with emeralds. All Harm really knew was that when he saw it he thought of Mac – well Sarah. It was too beautiful a piece of art to be worn by a marine, but for a lady, Lady Sarah, it was near perfect. The dealer told him all about it: a one of a kind piece, famous designer, belonged to so-and-so, blah, blah, blah. Harm didn't care. All he cared about was that the emeralds would bring out the green in her eyes and the platinum and gold would shimmer against her milk white skin. When he heard the price he almost choked, but that morning he decided that she needed to have it. And if his luck held, she would allow him to take her out to show it off. And if he continued to play his cards right (be honest, genuine, sincere and real with her) one dinner would lead to another and another for a long time to come.

Again the dealer was trying to sell him on it; told him that a beautiful woman was in looking at it that weekend. Harm didn't need time to think or to be sold any more on it – he was trying to compose the card in his head. He shook it off and would deal with that later.

"Is that the best price you can give me?" he said knowing full well that he would pay whatever they asked. But the question alone netted him a 20% discount. "Thank you. Please wrap it up," he said as he handed over his credit card.

"Your wife will love this," he said.

"I'm not married."

The dealer smiled at him. "Maybe not now, but you will be next year this time."

Harm got a little nervous. Was this really too much to give to Mac? Was it too much to give the woman he loved even if he was not allowed to give her that? It didn't matter. Whatever happened in the future – that would have to take care of it self. He wanted her to have it – dinner & future or no.

As he was walking out of the store he noticed that the bomber jacket was gone. He had seen in out of the corner of his eye when he was shopping there that weekend. He would have looked at it more closely, but was distracted by the necklace. Now it was gone. He was not meant to have it. Oh well.

1725 – MacKenzie Residence

Mac was wrapping Harm's gift. It took her a while to find the right box. It was a bomber jacket – a leather flight jacket. She found it at a little antique shop in Virginia. It was perfect; perfect for Harm. It was the right size (amazing when you consider that most pilots are a lot smaller than Harm) and it was in perfect weather worn condition. When she had the dealer pull it down off the wall and saw the Tyco Tigers emblem on it, she took it as a sign. They were asking an arm and a leg for the jacket, but she talked them down to a reasonable (albeit exorbitant) amount.

Now all she had to do was figure out when she could give it too him and hopefully not scare him off. This was a highly personal and very expensive gift. Were they really to this point in their relationship? Or had they gone past it and were back to exchanging pictures and frames and perfume. She didn't know for sure but that day held a lot of hope for a change. In the nine years she had known him they were never more in sync.

1800 – MacKenzie Residence

Harm's present was wrapped and under the tree. She did not want to give it to him at the party. She would find another time. She was dressed and just about to go when a knock came on her door. She opened it to reveal Harm.

"Took a chance," he smiled at her.

"A chance?"

"Thought you would like to drive to the Robert's together."

"Sure, that would be nice," she started to grab her coat.

"There is something else," he said tentatively.

"Oh?"

"I wanted to give you your Christmas present and really didn't want to do it with an audience."

"Oh?" she looked interested. "I have something for you too, thought I would give it to you in private as well."

"Should we wait for Christmas?" he smiled.

"I don't have too many traditions when it comes to presents," she grinned.

"Except that you like them."

"Of course there is that." All of a sudden Mac was worried. Some how she felt that if they exchanged presents then it would ruin the mood or break the spell that they had been under all day. She wanted to preserve it. "Why don't we wait until after."

"After?"

"Tonight, when you drop me off."

"It should be after midnight then, it will be Christmas morning."

"Oh." Mac looked nervous. "Will that be too late? I mean, I know you go visit the wall --."

"Yes, I do. I usually do. But --."

"No, no, don't change your traditions," she was going to add that she didn't want him to change for her.

"Let's see how the night goes," he put his arm out for her to take. "Shall we?"

"Do you want some tea before we go?"

"We have time," he checked his watch. "Sure."

Harm took off his coat and Mac went to the kitchen to get the tea. He drew the present from his pocket and tucked it under the tree. He had wrapped it himself but he hadn't put a card on there. There was nothing he wanted to say – well nothing that he felt he could express in a Christmas card.

Soon Mac came back with two cups and a plate of cookies.

"Not too many," she warned. "They will ruin your dinner."

They toasted. "Merry Christmas" each said at the same time.

There was a long moment of silence before Harm spoke. "It has been a very long year."

"Yes, yes it has."

"Hard on both of us in different ways."

"True."

"It nearly cost us our friendship," he offered.

"Do you think so?"

"I suppose it is not the year's fault as much as it is mine," he said with a profound sense of responsibility.

"Not all your fault," she said quickly. "It killed me to not be there to support you during that murder trial."

"I know," he said sadly. "You were following orders."

"Orders I should have broken."

"Some orders need to be followed for the good of all concerned."

"Some orders never should have been given," she told him.

Just then the phone rang. Mac nervously answered it. "Hello. . . . Yes, hi. . . . On our way to the Robert's house for dinner. . . . Harm is here," she laughed. "No, everything is fine. . . . OK, well, I'll see you when you get back. . . . Merry Christmas, Clay," she hung up.

Harm looked sad and worried. "I'm sorry. Should I not be here?"

"Why?" she was truly confused.

"I don't want to . . . you know, cause any problems with you and Webb."

She laughed. "Yes, you do."

"Maybe I do," he laughed too. "Could I?"

She sat down and looked at him seriously. "No, you couldn't."

He looked crushed. "Oh, I see."

"No, I don't think you do," she looked away. "I don't think you ever really have."

"Enlighten me." His voice drew her attention back to him.

"Harm, there was never anything between Clay and me," she told him. "Yes, he had feelings for me and for a while he thought they were more than they were. I was flattered and thought I felt more for him too. But in the end, all we had was a very intense shared experience. I will be forever in his debt, but that is all."

"That is all?"

She nodded. "I will be forever in your debt too and for many more reasons than this last time you saved my life."

"No – Mac."

"Harm, please. Things were so crazy in Paraguay and just kept spiraling out of control. I'm sorry I took that out on you."

"You're sorry?" he was surprised. "I was the one not being very nice. You have no reason to be sorry."

"I think I do," she went on. "And for more than never saying 'thank you.'"

"You didn't need to and you more than made up for it a couple weeks ago."

"Not even close. It was no way to treat someone that you --," she shook her head. "Thank you, Harm."

Harm sighed and walked to the window to look out. After a moment, "It's snowing."

"The forecast said that we would have a white Christmas," she said a little sadly.

He turned back to look at her. She was lovely. Her eyes shone in the fire light and the lights from the tree danced in her hair. "Mac, I don't want you to be in my debt."

"Not much we can do about that." A weak smile cut across her face.

"I didn't go to Paraguay to have you indebted to me," he stated.

"I know," she nodded. "I also know that you did not resign your commission for that reason either."

"No, no I didn't," he searched her eyes for a reason to make his next statement. "Do you know why I did?"

"Yes." The look in her eye said that she did know.

He smiled that smile so full of hurt and pain yet brave and true. "So here we are …" he laughed oddly. "I haven't felt this close to you since a year ago."

She looked sad. "A year?"

He nodded. "Exactly a year ago … at the Roberts on Christmas Eve … when –"

"Right," she cut him off. "I remember."

The evils of the prior year – at least as they pertain to Harm and Mac's relationship had been dealt with. They were still very tentative with each other. But it was so clear to both of them that they had something big that they needed to take that next step – say the words, make the declarations – just cross the line. Still they held back.

Mac looked down. Lying next to her on the couch was his jacket. She wanted him to have his Christmas present.

"Harm, open your present."

"Now?"

"Yeah," she slid over so he could sit next to her. "I hope you like it. I can't return it," she said with a smile as she handed it to him.

"No pressure," he smiled at her.

Harm carefully unwrapped the jacket. When he turned it over to see the Tyco Tigers emblem on the back words failed him. This could have been his father's jacket. She helped him into it. It fit like a glove, like it was made for him.

"Mac, this is --." Again words failed him.

"It fits you perfectly. I knew it would."

"This is fantastic. Where did you find it?"

"A little antique store I know in Virginia."

"Really – an antique store, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess it shows how old we are getting when something from our youth winds up in an antique store."

They laughed easily with each other. "Thank you. It is perfect," he kissed her cheek. "Well, I guess you better open yours," he said pulling the box out from under the tree.

"I can wait," she was trying to be so good.

"No, you can't," he knew her well. "Besides I want you to have it – although I have something else – if you like it."

She smiled. "And if I don't?"

"Well, then I will have to think of something else altogether."

She unwrapped the box. The necklace, earrings and bracelet were perfectly arranged in their original velvet case. Mac felt her throat tighten and her eyes well up. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She remembered the necklace from the antique store. It had caught her eye immediately that day she was there and she struggled with the idea of asking to look at it because it was so out of reach for her, but she had and she had tried it on. It was made for her. The last thing she had told the dealer when she asked him to put it away was that it was the kind of thing a man should buy for the woman he loved and not something that a woman buys for herself.

"How did you know?" she couldn't take her eyes from the box. "I didn't tell anyone about this?"

"Know what?" he asked. "I saw them and they called your name."

"Absolutely stunning," she could barely take her eyes off of the jewels in the case.

Harm laughed. It was nice to see that he surprised her. He did well. "Well, let's see if it fits," he took the necklace from the case and waited for Mac to remove the one she had on. Then he slipped it around her neck and fastened the clasp. Her hand was immediately at her throat feeling the weight of the stones. His fingers rested a moment longer than necessary before he let her go to inspect herself in the mirror in the bedroom. He thought to follow and then decided to wait.

She returned in moments completely internally lit. She almost glowed. "It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."

"Then it belongs with you," he moved closer to her. "You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."

"Harm?"

He couldn't help himself. She was looking at him with a love he had been hoping to see reflected back for years. He had to take his chance. He leaned down and let his lips brush against hers. "Merry Christmas, Sarah," he whispered. His eyes closed and they folded into a kiss and an embrace that left them both weak in the knees. They hung onto each other for quite a while, neither wanting to let go.

"We should get going," he whispered into the nape of her neck.

"You are probably right."

"Aren't I always?" he said playfully.

"Not even usually," she played back. She washed with seriousness. "Thank you, Harm."

"It was truly my pleasure," he touched the necklace at her throat. "The other thing?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you allow me to take you to dinner and maybe dancing some night – soon – to properly show you off?"

"I would like that very much," she went to remove the necklace. "Then I should save it."

"Do you want to?"

"This piece of art needs the proper frame, and I am not dressed for that tonight." Harm was thinking that she could wear a sweatshirt or nothing at all and it would be the proper frame for that "piece of art" as long as it was around her neck. She placed it back very carefully in the case and looked at it for a long moment. Before closing the case she took up the bracelet out. She slipped it over her wrist and put it up for Harm to fasten for her.

Without further discussion they left.

2353 – Viet Nam War Memorial

Harm walked up with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his new jacket. He felt a closeness with his father as a man not as a son on this Christmas Eve. He finally understood what his father must have felt for his mother. He finally understood what a man feels for a woman – a woman he has a past with and a future with. The evening had been perfect. He and Mac were calm and easy with each other. There was no besting, no bantering, no one fighting to be on top. Their friends accepted them even though the change was not obvious to any of them.

Both Harm and Mac knew that there was a change and the change was as blatant as if it had been spelled out in Christmas lights. The year had taken its toll but they came out of it better than when they went into it. He had dropped her off with a safe kiss good night and a date for the next day. He had wanted to bring her to the wall with him, but there was also a part of him that wanted to relish the perfect night as it was and to have one more night with his dad.

He was now firmly convinced that the year that stretched out before him would be the answer to all his prayers and the start of a whole new life. He would court her, he would woo her, he would show her just how much he loved her, and when the time was right – he would ask her to marry him. He had nearly nine years of misunderstandings and wrong statements to correct; he would take his time and do it right. There was no need to rush anything – twelve months would be enough time to set their new life on the right course. Mac made it clear that she was willing to work toward that goal. When she returned the kiss good night – she made that perfectly clear. Throughout their relationship he thought she was looking or needing to hear a certain set of words - - - words he had no clue what they were. But that night no words were needed and they were perfectly in sync.

He bid his father a Merry Christmas and asked for his blessing and good luck wishes with Mac – with Sarah. In the wind he thought he heard his father say, "Go get her, son. It's about damn time." But that was probably just the wind.

0018 - Rabb Residence

Harm arrived home shortly after midnight. His movements were slow and deliberate. He wanted to feel everything that night and was glad he had not had too much "Christmas cheer" at the Roberts. When he opened the door from the stairwell he was not surprised to see her standing there waiting for him.

She turned at the sound of the door opening. There was a brief moment when she thought she should not have come, but the softness of his eyes convinced her that there was nowhere else she could have been.

"Sarah," he said more as a confirmation than a question.

"I like how you say my name," she sighed.

"Sarah Jane."

She smiled at his playfulness. "Not Jane."

"What is your middle name?"

"Maybe when I know you better."

"How much better can I know you?"

"Oh I think there are a few things about me that you don't know," she wrapped her arms around his neck and brought her lips very close to his.

"That sounds like a little bit of a challenge, Sarah NOT-Jane," he put his hands on her waist.

"Are you game?"

"As long as there is no fight for the top."

"Physically or emotionally?"

"Physically has always been up for grabs and that's the way it should be," he drew her completely to him and kissed her. They fell into his apartment and locked the door. There future started that Christmas Morning.

Merry Christmas Harm and Mac. May all your Christmases be bright.