This is the ep Mac goes to Harm for help with Imes's cases.

Back In The Saddle

Damnit did she look good. Better than any woman had a right to, her hair fixed a certain way, a light touch of make up and that trench coat that made him wonder what she wore beneath.

This wasn't a social call, far from it. In Harm's.opinion, they were well passed civility. He just couldn't hide his disdain for her, the anger and hurt that ate him up inside. While Mac chatted on about Carolyn Imes and the role she needed him to play, it struck him - he was still very much in love with Sarah MacKenzie.

She seemed surprised that he'd been fired from the CIA and that gave him an opening, a way to let her know he was aware of her status with one Clayton Webb. "Ask him about it next time you're together. Give you an opportunity for a little pillow talk." He was smug about it, no doubt and knew it had bothered her when Mac's nostrils flared. "Or maybe you two just don't talk about me." Harm took a swig of his beer.

Mac heaved a sigh and stood. He half expected her to slap him or leave but, instead, she took the beer bottle he held in his hand and placed it on the coffee table next to the briefcase.

And then, she did the most extraordinary thing - Mac slid onto his lap and kissed him.

Harm remained still for a while, his brain trying to play catch up as to what was really happening. Sarah MacKenzie was kissing him, really kissing him and, damn was she good at it. Her lips were soft and tasted like cherries although he hadn't engaged his own mouth to return the kisses, she still continued.

It was when her tongue traced over his lower lip that any resistance or control cracked imperceptibly. Harm kissed her back, passionately without any sort of restriction. His hands that held a vice like grip on the arms of the chair were now on her, sliding over her legs, hip and up her back so that his arms would encircle her waist.

Mac was the first to break away, grinning when she saw that hazy, lovesick look on his face. "I'm not involved with Webb. It's scuttlebutt… We tried." She admitted, "But, he isn't you. It never went past a couple of awkward and boring dates."

"But...what you said..in Paraguay? Never?" His voice shook both from the heavy emotions he still kept guarded and the fear she would leave him. God, if she left him now the universe certainly hated him. Mac felt too good in his arms, seated on his lap as if it were the most natural thing.

"I was scared." She admitted, sighing when his arms tightened around her. "You were...I was...God, Harm, that wasn't us….I'm sorry."

"I am too." His heart broke a little especially seeing the tears that were now streaming down her face that he brushed away. Harm pulled her down to him, laying her head on his shoulder as they held each other. "You could have couriered that over…"

Mac nodded. "I wanted to see you..figured this was the only way….I missed you so much."

"I missed you too."

She raised her head up and then her hands came up to his face, tracing his features as if seeing him for the first time. Her touch was a balm over his heart that Harm needed. "I love you." Mac said, her voice soft and small and insecure. "You don't have to say it back… what you did for me...I know."

"Do you?"

Her response was to kiss him again and again and again.

"Mac." He held her back for a second. If she was being honest with him, it was time to admit his own feelings. "Sarah, I'm in love with you."

"I know."