A/N: Woohoo! Another chapter in the bag. I'm not sure how many more chapters this will be, but I know there isn't much left. Thank you for all the reviews and kind words—I'm not overly sure about this chapter—it's mostly filler, really, but I hope you all enjoy it all the same—it's a long one!

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Chapter 31: Come on Home

0642 Local

Capitol Hill Medical Center

Washington, DC

Admiral Chegwidden jolted awake, wondering for a moment where he was and what had disturbed him. He found himself sitting up in a chair, the muscles of his neck and back screaming in protest, but all wasn't completely clear again until he heard the sound of a woman sniffling next to him.

AJ sat up straighter and glanced down at Mac, who lay on her side, her back toward him. Her shoulders shook with each shuddering breath, and he knew she was trying to cry quietly so as not to disturb him.

"Mac, honey…what's wrong?" he asked as he rested a hand on her arm. He noticed she had her hand was pressed into her rounded abdomen, and mere seconds later, she suddenly gasped and curled more into herself. She had also gone stiff underneath his touch, and AJ suspected he knew why.

"More contractions?" he asked when she'd relaxed somewhat.

"A couple now," she nodded. "They haven't been as strong as last night, but I-I'm still…"

"Scared?" Mac closed her eyes and nodded again, more tears slipping out from underneath her eyelids. It hurt AJ to see Mac like this; she'd always been the tough, stoic marine, and while he knew many things had changed over the last couple of years, he also realized she must be utterly terrified if she was allowing him to witness her current turmoil.

"AJ?" her small, shaky voice interrupted his thoughts and he found himself brushing a few strands of her hair behind her ear in a decidedly fatherly manner.

"Yes, honey?"

"Have you…is Harm…will he be here soon?"

Good question. AJ pulled his phone from his pocket, disappointed to find there was no communication as yet from Harm. He was about to give her the bad news when he realized he didn't have any cell signal at the moment. Something about this particular room must be blocking things and, after letting Mac know his plans, he left to go find a better area.

Mac rolled herself over and watched AJ's retreating back. Part of her, a fairly large part of her in fact, wanted to beg him to stay, but if he was to check on Harm, he needed to go. She told herself to buck up, but her tears flowed again anyway, and it was all she could do not to curl up and sob.

Though she knew this was uncharted territory and no one would fault her for being emotional at a time like this, it still embarrassed her. Yes, she had left the marines, but here in DC, her last posting, she felt the need to take on that persona again. The problem was, with everything that had happened in the last two and a half years, she felt like an open wound, a wound that was growing ever deeper after her visit to JAG and her confrontations with Sturgis and Harriet.

The thought of last night's debacle at the Roberts' caused her tears to fall with even more vigor. She hadn't expected it all to go south like that; as reluctant as she was to go to Bud and Harriet's in the first place, she'd shored herself up by remembering that both the admiral and Harm had spoken of how missed and loved she was. Surely, everything would be okay.

Obviously, it wasn't. Mac had been totally unprepared for the rancor in Harriet's voice as the younger woman had chastised her for leaving. She'd already been feeling vulnerable; no one would ever know exactly how difficult it was for her to come to Washington and face everyone here, and she missed Harm so fiercely she actually felt sick at times. And now, she may lose her baby…

Harm's baby...

Last night, she'd also spoken to one of the neonatologists covering the intensive care nursery. If she delivered now, her baby would need much care in the NICU as it was called, and while survival was getting better and better at the nearly twenty-eight weeks along that she was, there were still no guarantees and her son would be at risk for a multitude of issues. The doctor, an older gentleman named Dr. Ira Benn, didn't sugarcoat anything but he had been quietly compassionate, for which Mac had been exceedingly grateful, and she'd also been appreciative when Admiral Chegwidden had asked the questions she hadn't been able to in her current emotional state. It had been a little awkward, but AJ had held her as she'd cried after Dr. Benn's visit. She'd fallen asleep shortly thereafter, once they'd finally convinced her to take the sleeping pill they'd offered. She'd awakened again once or twice, but, somewhat to her surprise, she'd managed to get a reasonable amount of sleep.

This morning she'd been pulled out of her slumber by that frighteningly familiar tightening of her belly, and though the contraction wasn't nearly as strong as those of the night before, it still terrified her. The admiral appeared to be dozing at her bedside, so she'd tried to cry as silently as possible, but of course it hadn't worked. The man had awakened as well, but at least someone had been there to comfort her, and maybe now he could get some information about Harm. She only hoped she wouldn't be left alone for long as she turned back over and gazed up at the clock on the wall. Being alone gave her too much time to dwell on her circumstances, time she couldn't quantify with her currently scrambled time sense, and it caused her already significant anxiety level to increase exponentially.

As she watched the second hand on the clock slide past the twelve again, another contraction started to build, stronger than the two previous, and after she called her nurse, she finally let herself curl into a ball and sob.

AJ cursed as he glanced down at his cell. He'd gone down the hall from Mac's room, where he'd had a decent signal the night before, but now it was nonexistent. Flipping the phone shut, he made his way back to Mac with the intent to tell her he was going to have to step outside. Instead, he found a weeping Mac and he rushed to her side.

"Mac, what happened?" he asked, somewhat frantically, and the nurse at the bedside answered for her.

"She had a few more contractions; we've called the doctor and she should be here—well, now."

AJ turned around as a new doctor stepped into the room, introducing herself as Dr. Harris. She seemed confident and friendly, which gave AJ the strength to step away and let her check on Mac. He leaned down and kissed Mac's forehead, wiped a few of her tears away, and told her of his plan to go outside the hospital to make his call to Harm. She nodded, those huge eyes of hers seemingly begging him to get Harm back to her, and, a little choked up himself, he reassured her he'd be back as soon as possible, leaving her in the doctor and nurse's capable hands.

It's about damn time! AJ thought to himself a few minutes later as he flipped his cell shut after talking to Harm. It had taken two phone calls, two voicemails and even a text message, but Harm was finally on his way after apparently being picked up from Andrews by Sturgis. Sturgis had then coerced Harm into having 'coffee' with him, and much to the admiral's annoyance, he'd also taken it upon himself to tell Harm about Mac's pregnancy. AJ had been quick to inform Harm of the exact circumstances surrounding it before ordering him to get his six here immediately, though he suspected Harm had already hung up and would no doubt make it here in record time anyway.

AJ sensed Harm was also more than annoyed with Sturgis at the moment; there was something in his tone when he mentioned the other senior attorney at JAG that did not bode well. AJ thought about it for a moment, then shrugged; the two would have to figure it out on their own, but he suspected the friendship was on its last legs. Sturgis had grown more priggish in the last couple of years and though the admiral in him liked his by-the-book persona, the man inside wondered when Sturgis was going to finally get the stick out of his ass.

Rather than dwell on that thought any longer, AJ decided he'd better hit the restroom and then procure some coffee. It hadn't been a very restful night to be sure, making a caffeine a must, and he also wanted to make sure the doctor had enough time to examine Mac before he barged back in on them. He looked around, his eyes landing on the sign pointing toward the cafeteria, and went about his tasks.

A scant twenty minutes later and without a word to his 'chauffeur', Harm hopped out of Sturgis' vehicle and retrieved his sea bag from the back. He did his best to refrain from slamming the door shut, then walked away without a backward glance. He was still infuriated with Sturgis and his attitude toward Mac, and now his fear for his unborn child was making his heart pound all the more frenetically the closer he got to the entrance of the hospital. He vaguely heard Sturgis drive away as he stepped through the automatic doors and then, hefting his bag on his shoulder, he headed toward the elevators. As soon as he turned the corner into the alcove that housed the lifts, he was greeted by an impatient Admiral Chegwidden, who was currently repeatedly and aggressively pressing the 'up' button.

"AJ!" he called as he stepped to the other man's side. "What's going on? Why aren't you with Mac? Is she really in labor? What room is she—"

AJ held up his hands. "Whoa, slow down, Harm. The doctor is with her now, checking her; she started having some contractions again this morning like I told you, but I don't know yet if she's actually in labor."

The elevator arrived then, and the two men entered it, AJ pushing the button to the appropriate floor. "What happened, AJ? When did all of this start?"

Harm saw something flash in the admiral's eyes, something he didn't like. "AJ? What started all of this?"

"Mac should be the one to tell you…"

"Well, I'm asking you. Mac has enough going on right now, apparently." Harm sighed after a moment. "And I'd like to know why she didn't tell me about the baby."

The elevator stopped before AJ could answer him, and two nurses stepped on, annoying Harm, but he held his tongue until they arrived at the obstetrical floor. All four of them stepped out into the hall, and the two men allowed the nurses to pass on by them before AJ took a step toward Mac's room.

"Wait, AJ." Harm called, and the older man turned around. "Why didn't she tell me?"

AJ let out his own heavy sigh. "You really need to talk to Mac about all of this, son, but I gathered she didn't find out until you'd already left for the carrier, and though she tried to call you afterwards, she couldn't get ahold of you."

Harm closed his eyes for a moment. It broke his heart to hear Mac had been trying to reach him, all the while facing this on her own. Oh, he knew Mary and Dan would be there for her, but it wouldn't be the same, and given how they'd 'ended' things, it had to have been especially hard for her.

"I can't believe she came back here, sir. She told me she never wanted to set foot in Washington again…not after everything that had happened."

AJ nodded. "It was hard for her, I could tell…but she wanted to tell you so badly and in person that she—well, she did it."

"Oh, Mac…" Harm whispered. Coming back here had to be one of the hardest and bravest things she'd ever done, and Harm knew he had to squelch any feelings of anger or hurt that he hadn't known he was going to be a father until today. Well…he hoped he was going to be a father. He had no idea what could happen if Mac delivered now…in fact, he didn't even know the sex of the baby. Mac likely knew already; his marine had always been a planner, and in spite of his fears, a small smile flitted across his face. That smile quickly disappeared when he saw the look on AJ's face. The older man was obviously uncomfortable now, perhaps even nervous, and Harm could have sworn he saw anger in his CO's eyes as well.

"AJ?"

"There's, uh, something more, Harm. Mac's staying at your loft—"

"That's okay, AJ. She should be there," Harm interrupted. AJ nodded, but obviously had more to say.

"Go on," Harm encouraged him.

"She went to the Roberts' last night for dinner."

Harm didn't understand why that would be a problem. Didn't that indicate they had reconciled? "So?"

"She didn't want to go, really, but she wanted to see little AJ, so she agreed. Apparently, it was a pleasant visit for the most part, but after they'd eaten…she and Harriet had some sort of confrontation. Harriet was upset that Mac left the way she did, and Mac…Harm, I didn't realize just how badly she'd been hurt before. She seemed…I don't know, devastated by it. Bud called me to let me know what had happened; he was fairly angry with Harriet about it and wanted me to check on Mac…" AJ suddenly looked even more on edge as he stopped speaking and looked down at his feet.

"And, AJ? What happened next?"

AJ cleared his throat. "I, uh, mentioned that we couldn't find you, but before I could tell her there was still no need to worry, she broke down. I left right then and there to go to her, and by the time I got to your apartment, she was having contractions."

Harm knew his face had gone white. He felt a little dizzy, in fact, and his mind was a mess of fear and concern for Mac and the baby, anger at Sturgis, and now fury towards Harriet. How could she treat Mac like that, after seeming to be so devastated when Mac disappeared?

"AJ…why…Harriet…Sturgis…why can't they let it go? What did she ever do to them? God, it's my fault, I know…I was so angry with her at first, but I really had no right…and anyway, what happened in Paraguay and immediately before and after was just between us. It had nothing to do with them…but they still…" Harm was embarrassed to find he was choking up, unshed tears stinging his eyes. Why couldn't they stop hurting his Mac?

He felt AJ's hand on his shoulder. "I don't know, son. I just know she's been waiting for you and both she and your son need you. Go to her…I'll take your bag and give you a minute." Harm nodded and turned away, but only took a few steps before he turned back.

"My son?"

AJ gave Harm a sheepish smile. "Sorry, Harm. I know Mac wanted to tell you…but yes, you're having a boy."

Harm couldn't help the grin spreading across his face. Yes, the situation was dire, but the news that he was going to have a son brought him a feeling of intense joy, and as he headed toward Mac's room once again, he suddenly had the feeling that everything would be alright.

Mac lay on her side again, fighting more tears. The doctor was starting her on a different medication for her contractions, although it appeared she wasn't dilated any further than she was the night before, and Dr. Harris had overall been reassuring. Mac, however, knew nothing would feel right until Harm was by her side again, whenever that would be...

With an impatient hand, she brushed more of those damn tears aside, wondering when the admiral was going to come back. She didn't want to be alone right now, even if all the man did was sit silently by her side and hold her hand.

The thought that she actually wanted her former CO to hold her hand made her want to cry harder. Marine Lt. Colonel Sarah MacKenzie must be truly gone now, and all that was left behind was a scared woman who desperately wanted to be held. It was embarrassing. She tried taking some slower, deeper breaths, and began watching her clock again.

A few minutes went by, minutes where she tried to focus on her baby's heartbeat and his impatient movements; he seemed to want to stretch out completely but his mother's infernal uterus wouldn't let him. Picturing her son banging on the walls of her womb at least amused her for a bit, but the moment was short lived; soon it was back to tears and wanting the admiral to get his six back to her.

Scant seconds later, as if she'd conjured him up herself, she felt his hand on her arm, and she sighed in relief. Finally! She tried to hide the fact that she'd been crying, though she supposed it would be nothing but painfully obvious, especially when she gave a rather loud sniffle.

"AJ…did you find Harm?" she finally asked, surreptitiously swiping at her tear-stained cheeks. She felt AJ's hand move from her shoulder to her face, his thumb brushing under her eye, and she started to shake at the familiar gesture.

"He did, baby."

"H-Harm?" she asked, barely daring to believe it.

"I'm here, sweetheart."

And then he was suddenly on the other side of her, pulling her into his arms and holding her tight, and she let everything go.

"I-I'm sorry, Harm," were Mac's first real words to him. They were now lying in the bed side-by-side, not caring whether or not the nurses approved. Harm pressed a kiss to her hair and shook his head.

"It's okay, Mac. Everything is okay now." And it really was, at least between them; he knew they would talk about what happened after she left the farm last summer, but it really didn't matter. He wasn't going to let her go and by the way she'd clung to him, he suspected she wouldn't let go either.

"But…"

"No, Mac," he said firmly. "You're here, I'm here…and we're having a baby!" He still could hardly believe it, even though he currently had one of his large hands resting on her pregnant tummy, awed beyond measure at the feel of his son moving beneath it.

"You're really happy about this?" she asked, biting her lip with insecurity, and he couldn't resist kissing it. He let his hand rub circles over the swell of her abdomen as he looked deeply into those chocolate-amber eyes that he had missed so much.

"I am, Mac…we're a little late on our deal, but I don't think I could be any happier. You're giving me a son, Mac." He smiled at her, a softer version of his flyboy grin, and was dismayed when she broke into tears again. He shifted to wrap both arms around her and let her cry again into his chest, while he whispered words of comfort into her ear. She tried to speak after a few minutes, but her voice was muffled against his shirt, so he moved slightly back. "Mac, baby, what is it?"

"I'm s-s-sorry, Harm. S-Sorry for leaving you the way I did. I thought it was the right thing to do…but I don't think…even if it hadn't been for the baby…I don't think I could have stayed away. No, I know, I couldn't have. I would have called you up and begged you to come back to me. I would have asked you to leave the navy for me…again…even knowing I had no right to ask that."

"Oh, Mac, sweetheart…you have every right to ask…but you don't have to. I'm retiring from the navy. As soon as I can, I want to live in Montana with you and our son."

Mac pulled away, shock written all over her face. "Harm, you can't do that…you've already…I-I'll stay here. I can't ask you…"

Even as she told him she'd stay here, and he knew she was being sincere, he could tell it hurt her. She loved Montana. She loved that demon cat. She loved her job and Mary…and honestly, he loved it all too. Well…maybe he didn't love Nicodemus, but even that beast was starting to grow on him, if for no other reason than the fact that Nic obviously loved Mac too. Harm loved the crisp air of the Montana mountains, loved watching Mac charm everyone who came into the shop, and he loved the idea of raising their children amongst all that beauty.

"Mac, no, sweetheart…you really don't have to ask…I mean that…it's what I want…for us." Harm suddenly worked his way out of the bed and walked to the bag the admiral had sneakily dropped off earlier. He unzipped it and pulled out a small canvas sack that bulged a bit with its contents before he came back to the bed and sat down next to her. He handed her the sack before he wrapped his arm around her shoulders once again.

"What's this, Harm?" Her hands moved around the bag as she got a feel for it.

"Letters," he said simply. She looked up at him, questions in her eyes. Harm gave her a little smile and took the bag back, reaching in then and pulling out the stack of letters it contained. He flipped through the first few before he explained them to her.

"When I was TAD, most of the time I wasn't able to communicate with anyone other than the people immediately around me. I missed you so much…god, it hurt, Mac—no, don't cry, sweetheart, it's okay—so I decided to write you those letters. I planned to give them to you when I got back…I'd pretty much decided to retire the moment I came back from the farm, but I figured you weren't ready to accept that from me yet. I can tell you aren't quite ready to accept it now, even…but in those letters I wrote down all the reasons why I want this, want us. Every word on those pages is true, Mac…and before you tell me again that you don't think I should retire, I want you to read them."

"Harm…" Mac's voice was a near whisper.

"Mac, sweetheart…let's not talk any more about it today…read the letters…and then we can discuss it later, okay?" He watched her forehead wrinkle as her teeth teased her lower lip, her eyes searching his. She finally nodded, and he gave her a soft smile before he set the letters on the stand nearby. He then drew her into his arms, and they slid back down in the bed, Harm cradling Mac against his chest. Her stomach was nestled close to him, and every once in a while, he could feel his son's feet push against him.

"He doesn't stop moving, does he?" he asked, utterly in awe of the fact that Mac was carrying his child. He refused to believe everything wouldn't be okay; maybe it was naïve of him, but somehow he knew deep down he'd soon be taking his son and Mac home to Montana.

"He's definitely got your legs, Harm," Mac murmured against him and Harm felt inordinately proud. Harm felt the baby move again, and this time, Mac shifted her position slightly, her face wrinkled in a slight grimace.

"More contractions, Mac?" Harm asked, instantly worried. He was relieved when she shook her head and gave him a rueful smile.

"No…but just so you know, he's got your arms and elbows too." Harm chuckled at that as he moved to press another kiss to Mac's hair and then he proceeded rub her back in long, soothing strokes.

"Hmmmmmm," Mac breathed as her eyes fluttered shut in contentment. "It feels so good to have you touch me again." Her fingers began to draw little circles on his chest and Harm could feel her growing heavier against him. He was feeling more relaxed now as well, more relaxed than he had in the last six months, but before they both drifted off to sleep, he wanted to know something.

"Mac, baby?" he asked tentatively.

"Hmmm?" she mumbled.

"I…I can't believe…I mean, you came here. To Washington. Why?" He felt her stiffen slightly as she became more awake again, and he felt bad about bringing it up, but he had to know.

"It wasn't easy, Harm," she said after a while, and he nodded. It couldn't have been in the least easy for her. "For the longest time I couldn't bring myself to call you…besides, you were out on a carrier by the time I finally acknowledged that I was most likely pregnant. I decided then to wait until I was sure you'd be back, promising myself that I would call you on October first. But, I couldn't reach you…your landline was disconnected, and your cell kept going to voicemail…and after a while it was too full to even receive more messages. I thought…well…for a moment I thought you were avoiding me…that you'd given up—"

"Mac—I told you—"

"I know, Harm…I know. I was…devasted at first, but I think I always knew deep down you wouldn't just ignore me. Mary wanted to call JAG for me and ask for you, but I wouldn't let her—for a few weeks I barely talked to her because I was angry that she could even suggest I should contact somebody there and risk them finding out about me. I still tried your cellphone, but finally I couldn't take it anymore. I needed you, s-s-so m-much—" Her voice broke with a little sob, and Harm used his gentle touch to once again brush her tears away. She gave him a watery smile, taking a deep, shuddering breath before she continued.

"I decided I had to call JAG. I had to know where you were. Mary was great; I'd been so upset with her and she didn't deserve that, but she still forgave me. I asked her to stay with me, but when I dialed the number, I realized I couldn't tell you this over the phone. I had to see you in person, so I—I went to the Wall, Harm. On Christmas Eve."

Harm's eyes filled with tears as he imagined her standing out there in the cold, waiting for a man that would never come. "Oh…I-I'm so sorry, Mac."

"It's okay, Harm…you didn't come, I know, but that just told me you hadn't comepletely abandoned me—if you were in town, you'd have been there.

"I didn't know what to do at first…I thought about just catching the next flight back to Montana, but I was so tired, so I stayed. Drove around. Went to your apartment…you know, Harm…you should probably change the locks once in a while." She gave him a tiny, yet still impish grin and he shrugged good-naturedly.

"Being there at your place…stealing a bottle of your aftershave…" His eyes widened at that, but she merely gave him another impish grin and kept going. "It was so comforting. I found my photo albums in your closet and I looked through them—I ended up crying myself to sleep on your bed, and when I woke up, I knew what I had to do. It was time to stop hiding, time to stop wallowing…so I went to JAG."

"And I suspect it was shortly after that I was called back to Washington," Harm mused.

"I'm sorry about that, Harm…but…I needed you."

Her simple admission touched him, and he was quick to reassure her that he had been wanting nothing more than to come home so he could come back to her.

"AJ convinced me to stay at your place; I hope you don't mind—"

"Of course, I don't mind, Mac," he interrupted her, and she patted his chest in acknowledgement.

After a few moments of silence, Mac snuggled closer to him, and though he didn't want to upset her, he needed to ask her about her visit to the Roberts' last night. He suspected she wouldn't just offer up the story; she had always felt guilty that his being with her meant avoiding his friends, but he wanted, no, needed her to know he would always choose her.

"Mac? AJ told me what happened at Bud and Harriet's." At the mention of their godson's parents, her fist clenched in his shirt, and it wasn't long before he felt her hot tears on his neck. "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry…I never thought she would act that way." Indeed, he hadn't thought any of their JAG family would have treated one woman so deplorably. He'd been angry with her at one time too, he wouldn't deny that, but he'd long since let go of it all. Why couldn't Sturgis and Harriet do the same?

"Mac, I hope you know this…I mean, really, know this…you didn't do anything wrong. It was the rest of us…and you had every right to leave all of this behind. To think that you were actually contemplating suicide before you left…and now they still can't give it up…"

"H-Harm…I kn-know I did what I had to do…but why does it still h-hurt s-so m-much?" Her whole body shook with quiet sobs.

"Because…god, Mac…it—it just does…and I-I'm so sorry, sweetheart." He felt her nod against him, and then he just held her while she cried.

Mac glanced down at the man sleeping beside her. A part of her found it hard to believe Harm was finally here with her again; she'd never missed anyone with such an all-consuming fervor before, and she found she literally ached when she wasn't touching him. The few times he'd gotten up to use the bathroom, the times she did the same, when the nurse came in and helped her shower…she felt the pain of separation like a knife to the heart, and she wondered how she'd even breathed when they were separated.

They'd spent the day holding each other and talking, visited with the obstetrician again as well as the neonatologist so that Harm could understand what was going on as well, and then she'd napped for a couple of hours. She felt immeasurably better after that, awakening to find the admiral had come back to check on her. She watched AJ and Harm converse for a while before they realized she was awake, and then the three of them chatted about Montana, Nicodemus, and the admiral's impending retirement. Mac wondered if Harm had spoken to AJ about retiring himself while she'd been asleep, but neither of the men brought it up, and after the admiral left and supper had been eaten, Harm had fallen asleep next to her. She'd expected the nurses to make him sleep on the foldout couch in the room, but they only smiled indulgently at them, and as everything seemed to be stable at the moment, they let it go.

Mac hadn't felt any contractions beyond what she'd felt before she'd arrived in Washington, the baby seemed to be doing well, and Mac hoped she'd be discharged tomorrow. She supposed she would go home with Harm; there would be no way he'd let her return to Montana on her own, she was sure of it, so as soon as he'd dozed off, she'd called Mary and advised her of the situation. Mac felt terrible about leaving Mary in the lurch so to speak, but Mary told her in no uncertain terms that her and her baby's health was paramount, and Mary would be just fine without her. Of course, Mac cried again, and for probably the millionth time, she wondered what had happened to Mac the marine. This time she pushed that thought away, however; times had changed, she had changed, and it was time to accept that she was more Samantha O'Hara now than Sarah MacKenzie. It was relief, though, to realize that she could still be 'Mac' with the people she loved. Mac more than anything embodied who she was and hearing it again after Harm had found her gave her intense comfort, even considering their rocky start when Harm had first shown up at the store.

Mac contemplated taking another nap with Harm, but she was feeling a little wired. She looked around for the remote for the television set mounted in the corner of the room, but her eyes fell instead on the letters Harm had written to her. Checking first to make sure Harm was still sound asleep, Mac pulled them into her lap, and then she began to read.

End Chapter 31