Mac made her way out of Admiral Chegwidden's office and back to hers. She was reading over the file on the Dover case as she walked. Keeping her head down she made her way into her office, signing as she tossed the file on to her desk, sitting down in her chair. She turned and faced the window, her mind an ocean away, wondering what her husband was doing.

Same time USS Patrick Henry

Harm and Skates had just landed on the flight deck after their routine patrol of the no fly zone was completed. As they both climbed down the side ladder, Lt Buxton made his way over to them.

"Nice trap Pappy!"

"Thanks X-Man, not to shabby yourself."

"I've had better, I've heard a lot about you Pappy."

"Don't believe everything you hear." Harm said as he walked off. Skate's glanced over at Buxton, "Don't give him a hard time Andy, Harm is good guy, you'll see that in time."

"Skate's I'm not here to baby sit an over the hill aviator trying to recapture his youth."

"Is that how you really see Harm?"

" I don't know him yet, and frankly I don't care to." Buxton made his way across the flight deck through the open hatch, leaving Skates standing there stunned, when Boomer walked up.

"Cat got your tongue Liz?"

"Hey Boomer; I don't get Andy? He's got skill; but he's a jerk."

"He's a hot head, thinks he's best pilot in the whole Navy, now he's seeing he's not, he's intimidated by Harm."

"I believe you."

Meanwhile Harm had stored away all his gear and was leaving the pilots ready room, he made his way to the ships on board showers. The day had been a long one all he wanted todo was wash it off of him. He stripped and stepped into the closed off stall, letting the warm water trickle over his hard abs.

As he stood there, his thoughts turned to his wife on the other side of the world from him. His mind began to imagine her. It was than he felt warm hands start to caress his chest, he leaned back filling her perfect globes touch his back, he knew those nipples anywhere, he turned around to face her, blue eyes meeting chocolate brown ones.

"Mac tell me I'm not dreaming"

"What do you think; Salior."

"God I've missed you," He picked her up allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist. He watched as she tossed her head back and arched her chest more towards him, urging him to suck on them. He gently took one in his hand and began to nurse on her. Hearing her softly moan his name as he sucked harder making her nipple hard and tough.He could feel himself growing hard, he knew he needed to be inside of her. That's when he felt her grab his rock hard cock, sliding into her dripping wet core.

"Fuck me Rabb, Fuck me hard." Harm started to thrust, until he felt cold, why was he cold, he opened his eyes, no Mac he was alone in the shower on the Henry. Not with the love of his life.He just stood there, trying to figure out how he was going get through the next 6 months.

He turned off the cold water, and stepped out of the stall reaching for his towel to wrap around his waist. He kept thinking about his wife; his Sarah. He missed her, his soul missed her. If he was being completely honest with himself, he had no clue how he was going to handle being away from her. This was going to be harder than he'd originally thought. After getting re-dressed, he made his way to mess hall, maybe eating a bit would help him.

Back at JAG

Mac's Office

Knock knock; Mac turned her chair from the window to see whom was knocking on her door, she cringed when she saw Lt Com Brumby, "Might I come in Major?"

"Yes it's fine, how can I help you Commander?"

"I'd like to deal with you!"

"You'd like to do what?"

"Deal with you, The Dover case. I'm willing to deal with you."

"Commander I was just handed the case, I've not really had a chance to review it yet."

Mic leaned forward on Mac's desk, "Well Major, I'm sure we could work together and come up with a deal that would satisfy both parties."

Mac pushed her chair back away from her desk, "I'll review the case and get back with you Commander."

"If that's my only option for now."

"Yes! That's your only option for now."

"Ah! Come on Mac I thought we where friends?"

"We are friends, but give a me chance to look the case over, okay?"

Mic winked at her, "How about I pop by later, maybe we could gab a bit to eat."

"I don't think so, I'm just going to head home tonight and relax."

"Maybe later?"

"I'll get back with you."

Mic turned and walked out, as he Mac slouched down in her chair. God being here without Harm was a nightmare. How was she going to handle the next 6 months.