Okay Camille...by request. Not sure if this is what you expected. Enjoy!

Fit For Duty

"I picked a restaurant for you to take me to. An expensive one."As Mac sat in the darkness of her apartment the only thoughts that ran through her mind were of Harm.

Harm and Inez, the psychiatrist friend of Jordan that clearly held his interests. The woman was intelligent, good looking, well spoken and blonde. He always had a thing for blondes, didn't he?

Another blonde.

Inez had asked him to dinner and that flyboy smile of Harm's slipped into place. He hadn't said 'no' but it was clearly pity that had him asking Mac to tag along. A third wheel. A chance to see the pair flirt shamelessly while she sat by like a good friend.

Mac didn't even have the heart to feel jealous anymore because she picked him apart a year prior and when it seemed Harm was finally ready she pushed him away. And pushed and pushed and pushed.

He asked her to dinner and she would refuse. He'd offered an olive branch and she'd snapped it because after Mac recovered from her accident, they went back to status quo. What did she expect exactly? That he'd wait forever for her to accept there wasn't anyone else she wanted but him?

They'd done so much damage to each other and yet, he stood by after her procedure. Became the grounding force she needed but she wouldn't let him in, not really. She was broken, baren and stuck in some rut of depression Mac hoped therapy would eventually cure. He didn't need that in his life. So she pushed him away, over and over.

She got what she wanted, hadn't she? First Alicia and now Inez. So why was she back to sitting in the dark on a corner of her sofa, still in uniform refusing to let herself cry.

Because she still loved him. Now, then, forever. There was no chance in hell that she would ever let him go even if she loved another. Harm would always be in her thoughts. How long could she continue to hurt like this?

Maybe it was time to leave Washington? Perhaps not seeing him daily would he the road to her recovery? Thoughts of requesting a transfer had been looming for months. It seemed the only possible way to regain the shreds of her life. She would miss Harm terribly but, maybe the distance would help her get over him.

The knock at her door was especially startling given the time. Even more surprising was all 6'4" of dark t-shirt, denim clad Commander barging through her door when Mac cracked it open.

"Were you sitting in the dark?" He asked, flipping on lights as he hurried through the apartment

carrying several paper bags with the name 'Vidalia' emblazoned across the front. An expensive restaurant indeed, four stars and sometimes impossible to get a reservation for.

He took over her kitchen, moving about with familkartity. But then, that had been common place before Webb, Mic, Reene and Jordan and before things became so emotionally messy.

Harm was grabbing plates, glasses, utensils, walking back and forth as he set her table. He stopped a moment, long enough to notice she was still in uniform and his eyebrow rose at the sight of her. "You're still in uniform?"

"I ah…Nothing get by you does it?" She tried to play coy but Harm grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around to shoo her out of the kitchen. "Harm!"

"Go shower, MacKenzie. Dinner will be set by the time you're done." He paused for a second. "You haven't eaten have you?"

"No."

"Good! Now scram!"

When she returned Mac was ready to kick him out as nicely as possible. Feign a headache, a menstrual cramp, any thing to get him out. This was likely a pity party, a meal he brought after his dinner with the psychiatrist.

She grabbed one of the bags and ran a hand over the logo. "Vidalia, huh? Did you enjoy your date with Inez?"

He shook his head, pulled out a chair for her and then settled into his own once she sat. "No. I enjoyed exactly one drink at the bar while I waited for take out. Inez went home, alone."

"That's a shame. You looked good together. She's blonde, you like blondes."

Harm was plating her appetizer when he took a breath and set the utensils down. "Don't do that."

"What? Just stating facts. You have a right to be happy." She snatched a slice of buttered bread off a plate and thoughtfully chewed on it. "I absolve you."

He stared at her as if she'd lost her mind. "Absolve me? Of what exactly?"

"Having to take care of me. I don't need your help, Harm. I'm fine. I don't need you watching my six. I'm healthy, back up to my normal physical regiments. I even beat the General's ass. You don't have to concern yourself with me anymore. I'll be fine...I'm fine."

Harm sighed. His answer was to head back to the kitchen and return with a vase full of roses; red roses. He placed them in the center of the table and then sat again. "You may be fine but I'm not. How long do you want me to wait, Mac? I'm dying here."

"I didn't ask you to wait. I'm too messed up for you anyway." Mac pushed away from the table and walked towards the living room. "Thank you for dinner but, you need to go."

She hadn't realized he'd followed her until Mac turned around and slammed into the solid wall of his chest. His arms came around to brace her and even when she got her footing, Harm wouldn't let her go. "Don't you get it? I have feelings for you that haven't and won't go away."

"No. It's that protective side of you kicking in."

Harm took a deep breath, the arms wrapped around her trembled. It was now or never, he knew. He had to finally state his intentions, she had to know. "I'm in love with you, Sarah."

"What?" How many years had she gone questioning his feelings for her? How many years had she cried. hurt and even mourned over a relationship that never would be? And now he'd stated his intention without uncertainty. He loved her.

Harmon Rabb, Jr. loved her. He loved her and all of the fractured pieces of her heart came together again with just those words. He tipped her head up and lowered his lips on hers - a soft kiss until the arms at her side came up around Harm's torso. He kissed her like he was a starving man and she the only thing that could stop the hunger.

He kissed her with all of the repressed emotions he'd held back for so long. He just kissed her - completely. "I love you too." Mac said once they broke apart and his forehead came to rest on hers.

"Just so you know, I'm done holding back, I just want to be with you."

"After everything I put you through? Paraguay? Webb?"

"Yes." They could go through all of that again and he would still love her.

Mac glanced towards the table noticing for the first all the small details. Candles, flowers, a bottle of non-alcoholic wine. A meal that cost him a small fortune. "Is this a date?"

"Nothing gets past you." He grinned sheepishly. You wouldn't come with me so I brought the restaurant to you." His plan was to lose Inez and just take Mac. "I mean it, Mac. I love you. The bad, the good...all of you."

"I'm not perfect."

"Neither am I."

She brought his head down to hers kissing him before the rumbling of her stomach pulled them apart.