Okay, so I may have lied about the ending to this story. The part with Webb was worked into months before I decided to have Harm and Mac die...I just couldn't figure out an ending to the ending or how to write the part at Chegwidden's. NOT in love with this but, every time I've opened it I was just like MEH.

So now, I can officially mark this story as "COMPLETED"

Chapter 22 - Got Love?

Got enough to make the ocean look like it's a pond

Got enough to turn the valleys into mountaintops

And we live like legends now,

Know that we'll never die

We got love, we got love

David McCabe stared out through the large window of the shack that served as his small boat rental business. From his vantage point, he caught sight of the sexy brunette clad in a silverblue bikini wading through ankle deep water with a mask and snorkel dangling from her fingers.

She was as beautiful as ever, with hair that now came to her shoulders that she ran her fingers through. The woman caught the eye of every man on the beach and David could only beam with pride at his wife. Scars still marred her lovely skin but they had healed enough that she was less self conscious to traipse around the sand in a bathing suit. To anyone that asked, it was the result of a near deadly car accident some years earlier. Only they knew the truth but, thankfully, the emotional components of those scars healed as well.

Catherine McCabe sauntered through the soft, warm sand keenly aware that her husband was staring at her hungrily. She could sense his eyes on her like a caress and hurried through the door of the shack and inside the small structure. He pounced on her in an instant, mouth fusing onto hers as if her kiss quenched a profound thirst.

He guided her through another door leading to a small room that served as an office, his mouth never leaving hers when he settled her on the edge of the desk and parted her legs. Christ, he couldn't get enough of this woman.

"Harm." She breathed his name into his mouth and shivered as his fingertips undid the ties on the back of her neck. It made the little triangles that covered her breasts fall and he replaced the cloth with his hands.

Even married for two years, they still couldn't get enough of each other. With every touch, every union, every time his tongue scraped over her pulse point, Mac knew it would always be this exquisite. Her fingers ran through his hair which had grown some ever since their arrival in the small island. Although she missed his military cut Mac had to admit he still looked just as sexy.

Living in the tropics was nothing more than a favor from the most surprising of persons - CIA Director Laughery who had been thrust into an all out war with a slew of former agents led by one Clayton Webb.

It required human sacrifice and Mac knowingly put herself in the middle. She knew the plan would hurt Harm and only gave specifics to Chegwidden who she tasked with keeping him safe.

After her funeral, Chegwidden insisted that Harm stay with him, it was the one shot they had at making all of the plans work. He would keep the younger man there at all costs, even using force if he had to until she appeared. No one would expect a dead woman to use the woods behind his home to hide. Least of all could anyone expect that a woman who had been buried hours earlier as a decorated Marine would rise from the dead.

She had been shot, that part wasn't a lie but it wasn't nearly as devastating as it initially appeared. There had been blood but Laughery was prepared with a team on the sidelines donned in paramedic apparel to keep Mac alive.

When Mac stepped into Chegwidden's living room she'd almost been too late. Harm's hand was on the doorknob, his body half outside. The look in his eyes made her hurt more than the wound that was still healing on her chest. He was so distraught, so broken, eyes red from crying and with a look of pure exhaustion. She hated doing this to him but, it was the only way to be free - make a deal with Laughery that would finally break all ties with the CIA.

"Harm?" The sound of his name made him pause for a moment, just a breath until his decision was made. As his hand fell from the knob, the door slammed shut behind him and he turned back into the room believing he'd finally lost his mind. This fabrication, this ghost of her was haunting him now, she'd been haunting his dreams and it appeared Mac would haunt his waking hours as well. "Harm. Look at me."

He stood frozen as the vision walked across the room and raised her arms to touch his face. Her hands trembled, fingers brushed over his cheeks, lips, eyes as a blind woman trying to map his features. The last time Mac touched him she'd been dying and her fingers were trying to wipe away his tears - like now. "Say something."

Harm's hand reached up to grab hers and that electric current sparked to life between them - real and intense as it always had been. Yes, she was real. Yes, she was alive. "Oh, Mac." When he pulled her into a crushing embrace the flood gates open and his body was wracked with sob after sob. "You're alive..."

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you again, I swore I wouldn't but…" It was the only way to be free, too bad it had to hurt either of them so much.

"How?" When they broke apart he still couldn't let her go, his hands needed to stay on her and so he took her hand and held it in a firm grasp.

"I made a deal with the devil."

The Devil. In his mind, the kind of the underworld only had one face. "Please don't tell me you're still working for Webb."

She shook her head and let out a deep breath. "Laughery… Webb's dead. I killed him tonight."

And that was her way out, to end the spook and the reign he tried to recapture at Laughery's expense. The man was using every failed assignment to pin on the director effectively trying to force the woman in to turning the whole operation over to him.

Mac had gone to him a week earlier claiming she'd faked her death in order to aid his cause. The man who had been once so quick to dislike her alcohol abuse had succumbed to much the same and worse. That made Clay easy to manipulate. After her funeral, she went to him, disguising feelings of hatred with a soft sort of seduction.

He'd been drinking when he let her into his apartment, holding the door open when she walked in wearing a platinum blond wig which concealed her identity. The time she spent playing spook had taught her to blend in and along with Webb she'd been at the funeral, watching Harm collapse as a wave of grief crashed over him. It tore at her, broke her heart but then the mantra helped her nerves turn to ice and steel. She would end that pain soon as well.

"It's rather amusing to be a ghost. But then, you know all about that, don't you?" Mac kept her voice low and seductive. When her finger ran down his chest she felt him shiver at her touch. This would be too easy, far too easy not that battle she craved as his life slipped away from him.

"The boyscout, I think you did a number on him. I wouldn't be surprised if the bastard kills himself tonight… I told you that playing house with him was boring."

He did and though Mac wanted to bleed him dry right away, there was a plan in place, brutal and effective that she needed to follow. "You did and you were right. We're the same you and I. You can give me the rush that I need." His words were being thrown back at him in such a believable way that Mac grinned as he stupidly nodded his head.

It also helped that she moved into him, backing Webb until he fell into his sofa. She straddled him then, kissed his lips hard but without any type of feeling. And he surrendered as if this were ever normal between them when Mac never ever showed any type of attraction for him.

Clay's hands roamed over her back stopping to roughly squeeze her six. She felt his length press against her and that was when Mac withdrew a syringe from inside of her sleeve and plunged it into his neck. "I told you if you ever hurt Harm you'd pay...I'm finally collecting that debt."

"What?" The hazy fog of lust dispersed and all Clay could feel was an odd warming sensation which was beginning to spread through his body. It was uncomfortable and when he tried to reach for Mac again he was hit with blinding pain. "Fuck!"

The warmth spread like lava touching each and every one of his nerve endings lighting them ablaze. When he stood, the pain crippled Webb forcing him to drop to his knees before her. As he looked in Mac's eyes he could see the evil grin, this wasn't his Sarah standing over him; it was Widow and she would undoubtedly take another life today. "Painful isn't it?"

"What...what is this…"

Mac shrugged. "Not exactly sure. It was a gift from Laughery." She moved around him, slowly and with her foot pushed away the coffee table where his phone sat. "You're not calling for help. Even if you did, it's too late."

"No...Help. me."

She laughed at his plea, a maniacal sound that nearly made her sound insane. In a way she was giddy, satisfied to be the one to end his life because he'd ended hers over two years ago. "I'd wanted this to go another way but, the serum will stop your heart and when your decomposing corpse is eventually found, everyone will believe you died because of your addiction."

"Sarah...help me." Webb managed to get to his knees and his position made him look like a devout man in prayer. She honestly never knew he had such fight left in him but then this was the man that once survived a terrorists' torture.

"You destroyed me, turned me into a monster. You took me away from him without care or remorse of what would happen. Harm never hurt you and you just took more and more and more. You destroyed me!"

"You… loved...it...the missions...all. Of. it."

Sadly, Webb was right. She had enjoyed some of it, the rush of adrenaline - the people she killed. There was an odd feeling of power to take someone else's life and she'd reveled in it, bathed in blood until Harm forced some of the woman she once was to return. "You're right, I did. And yeah, I liked the rush, not knowing if I would live or die... and now it's over."

His breathing had become laboured so damned much that it hurt to even take a breath. Webb pressed a hand over his heart, clutching the buttoned down shirt as his lungs squeezed and the ache over his chest exploded into something indescribable. His veins were still burning and every inch of his body now cramped and released violently. "They'll... never… let… you… out."

Mac prayed he was wrong, he had to be wrong because she didn't want this anymore. She didn't need it. Glancing down she found him writhing, the sly spy he was once ago had now turned into something so utterly pathetic, less than human. "We'll see… burn in hell, Clayton."

"You bitch…You. Fucking. bitch."

"Sometimes I guess I am." The last thing Mac heard before she closed his door was the sound of his last breath.

"You killed him?"

"I had to." Mac sighed. She didn't like the look in his eyes or the confusion in his voice. Yes, Webb had been a friend once, the instrumental force that brought her and Harm together but, years of assignments and near death experiences turned him cruel. Mac still couldn't imagine that it would lead to his death or the world she was thrust into with a vengeance. Or that one stupid mission to play Webb's wife would culminate in her own death. It was unfair but then she foolishly followed for God and country, she stayed to save Harm. "He wasn't going to let us go. If he succeeded in overthrowing Laughery, I would be his pawn. He'd use you against me. Eventually, he'd try to go after me again."

"I kinda wanted to rip him limb from limb." He dreamt of it actually, the slow torture he would inflict until Webb's very last breath. That type of anger was typically not part of his nature but he would make an exception, for her.

"Sorry you never got your shot."

Chegwidden interrupted the reunion with the clearing of his throat. "Mac...You have to go."

"I know…" She glanced down the floor, sighing heavily before meeting Harm's eyes. They were laced with confusion again and just as much hurt. How many times now had she promised never to leave him and now, she was doing it again. This time it was for good.

"Go, where?"

"I can't be here anymore...It's not safe. I told Laughery I would finish with Webb if she let me out but, there was one condition, I had to disappear."

"Where would you go?"

"Classified. A sort of witness protection I would guess." She shrugged non-committedly and sighed. "I don't want to hurt you but, I needed you to know I was alive...That."

"No." Harm was gutted. There were no other words to explain the intense sorrow at having her leave again especially with how he'd broken down at her funeral and then the sheer joy of finding her alive. "You promised you weren't leaving again… You swore it. Which is why I'm going with you."

Mac stared at him for a moment, mouth slightly agape. She wanted to ask him to join her, to come with and leave Washington behind but, it led with too many sacrifices that she wasn't willing to force onto him. "You'll have to leave everything behind."

"I know."

"JAG, the Navy, friends….your parents." That would likely be the deal breaker and not that she could blame him, the few times she'd met Trish Burnett, Mac had been enamored with the woman. She was cheerful, loving, welcoming, the kind of mother she wished she'd have. "

"Yes."

"They can't know where we are...we can't...you can't say goodbye."

Harm's hand came to the side of her face, pressing gently. It silenced her as did his lips which kissed hers so softly. "Yes. Do whatever you need to do...I'm going with you."

"Your mom will be devastated."

Chegwidden cleared his throat intruding on the couple before him. "Let me take care of that."

Mac frowned. "Harmon Rabb Jr. will die...That's the only way this will work."

"I know." His hands framed her face, forcing Mac to look him in the eye with that intense blue that made her stop fighting him. "Yes, Sarah."

And so Harmon Rabb Jr. had also died, his car having wrapped around a tree somewhere in Virginia. Like Mac, he was given a hero's burial at Arlington. It was Chegwidden who would secretly contact Trish and Frank allowing them to know the truth and ease the family's suffering over the loss of their son.

"Not here." Mac said, chuckling as she tried to tie the top of her bikini only to have her husband untie them again. "Harm!"

"Why not?" Harm frowned, she'd slapped his hand away and folded her arms across her chest, covering her breasts. He was still sneaking in kisses, making her giggle when they trailed down to the side of her neck.

"It's the middle of the day, we still have clients to deal with and…"

When she trailed off with a certain timber to her voice, Harm raised his head from her neck and sought out Mac's eyes. "And?"

"Annnd… I'm pregnant." She couldn't help the soft smile which spread across her lips and only grew wider when Harm stared at her in shock. "I know we haven't talked about it but…"

"Oh Mac." Harm pulled Mac to him, his wraps wrapping around her in a bear hug that turned into kisses and more kisses. He kissed her lips, her cheeks, her chin and stepped back so that his hand could press against her still flat belly. "How...uh...far along?"

"Four weeks. I wanted to be sure before I told you and I am."

"And the baby? Boy or girl?"

She pressed her hand against his which was still resting on her tummy. Mac figured he was imagining her swollen with his child, the fulfilment of a promise he once made to her so many years ago. "Too soon to tell but, everything is good, so far."

His smile widened. "I don't think I could love you more than I do at this moment."

"You kept your promise."

"Took a little longer than five years but, yeah."

"We like to do things the hard way. I love you, Harm...These last two years...I've never been happier." There had been some bumps to overcome, nightmares which would wake Mac from a dead sleep but, he'd been there for her. Harm was everything she ever wanted and so much more. "So I guess now you're really stuck with me forever. And our little girl."

He raised his brow and that sexy flyboy grin spread across his lips. "You mean our little man."

Mac laughed, the two of them still had that competitive streak, even owning a business the two of them bantered over who got more sales, who escorted more tourists around the island. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she pulled him in for a kiss. "How about happy and healthy, no matter the gender."

"That works for me…. I love you, Sarah. Thank you for coming back for me." He kissed her slowly, deeply, his strong arms holding Mac's body against his own.

This time when the kiss turned passionate and his fingers began to move down her flanks and across the swell of her breasts, Mac let him. THere were no rules or regulations anymore, no chains of commands and no one to tell them what they couldn't do. A little love in the afternoon seemed appropriate after she shared her news. "This is forever, right?"

He rested his forehead against hers. "Yeah Mac, forever."

THE END

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