A/N: Sorry this took me so long. I am getting ready to leave for Marine Corp bootcamp, and times (especially holidays) have been insane. Everyone wants to see me, and I also moved out of my house I was in. I have this all written out, and will post more soon. Probably one or two more posts. It will be completely posted by Sunday night.
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She drove around Washington aimlessly for the next hour. As she pulled into the parking lot, she realized subconsciously she had come to Harm's. Shaking her head, she turned back out of the driveway, still not sure what she was going to say to him. She went to a nearby park they she and Harm had once run at. Parking in the lot, she got out of her car and began to walk the once familiar trails. After walking them for 22 minutes, her cell phone rang. She pulled it out of her coat pocket and noticed it was someone from JAG calling. She suddenly realized how abruptly she had left, and she knew someone had to
have noticed. Sighing, she answered the phone, "Colonel MacKenzie."
On the other end was the Admiral. "Colonel, are you OK?" Mac thought about lying to him, but decided against it. "Not really sir. With your permission, I would like to take the rest of the day off." "If you need it, take it Mac. Granted." Mac thanked him. She could hear the worry in his voice, and knew there was nothing she could say to make him stop
worrying about her. Mac hung up the phone and sat down on a bench near the playground. She watched two young children play on the equipment. The older one was a boy, with dark brown hair and a smile a mile wide. The little girl had her red hair in two braids, and freckles all over her face. Mac watched them for awhile, and thought about her future kids the whole time. 'Will I ever have kids? Harm and I have that baby deal coming up, but can I really go through with it? Would he? I want children, I really do, despite what I told Harm just before AJ's last birthday. Maybe if I had really told him the truth then, we would not be in this mess that we are in now. I would be pregnant, if not have just given birth to a child. What would our children look like? Would they have his eyes, and my brain? Or, if we had a little boy, would he too look so much like his dad, the way his dad looked like his grandfather?' Mac suddenly realized how she was thinking. Not thinking 'maybe', but thinking 'when'. She knew that no matter what happened
between them, they would make it through it. They always did.
Grabbing her keys out of her pocket, she hurried back to her car. In less than ten minutes, she was in front of Harm's door. As she raised her hand to knock, she noticed her hand shaking. Taking a deep breath, she knocked. And waited. There was no sound from inside. She pulled her keys out again, and slowly unlocked his door. 'Does this qualify as
an emergency? Yes, it does.' Mac rationalized. As she peeked her head inside, she did not see Harm. "Harm?" she called out. There was no answer. 'Maybe he went out somewhere.' Mac closed the door behind her and walked over to the couch. She laid down on it, and soon fell asleep.
Hours later, Mac awoke. Groggily looking around, she realized she was still at Harm's apartment, and it was dark. Her internal clock told her that it was 2345. Her sore muscles let her know falling asleep on the couch was not a good idea as she walked towards the bathroom. Passing the bed, she realized it was still empty. 'Where is he?' On her way
back out of the bathroom, she gave into temptation went to his closet to grab one of his Navy shirts and some sweatpants. Slipping them on, she hung her uniform up and crawled between the sheets to sleep some more.
When she awoke a few hours later, the sun was starting to come in through the windows across the apartment, but still no sign of Harm. Trying not to assume anything, she got dressed for work. Before she walked out the door, she left a note on his counter, where he would see it as he walked in.
Harm,
If you are reading this, then you are home. I was here last night, waiting for you. I will be back tonight.
Mac
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She drove around Washington aimlessly for the next hour. As she pulled into the parking lot, she realized subconsciously she had come to Harm's. Shaking her head, she turned back out of the driveway, still not sure what she was going to say to him. She went to a nearby park they she and Harm had once run at. Parking in the lot, she got out of her car and began to walk the once familiar trails. After walking them for 22 minutes, her cell phone rang. She pulled it out of her coat pocket and noticed it was someone from JAG calling. She suddenly realized how abruptly she had left, and she knew someone had to
have noticed. Sighing, she answered the phone, "Colonel MacKenzie."
On the other end was the Admiral. "Colonel, are you OK?" Mac thought about lying to him, but decided against it. "Not really sir. With your permission, I would like to take the rest of the day off." "If you need it, take it Mac. Granted." Mac thanked him. She could hear the worry in his voice, and knew there was nothing she could say to make him stop
worrying about her. Mac hung up the phone and sat down on a bench near the playground. She watched two young children play on the equipment. The older one was a boy, with dark brown hair and a smile a mile wide. The little girl had her red hair in two braids, and freckles all over her face. Mac watched them for awhile, and thought about her future kids the whole time. 'Will I ever have kids? Harm and I have that baby deal coming up, but can I really go through with it? Would he? I want children, I really do, despite what I told Harm just before AJ's last birthday. Maybe if I had really told him the truth then, we would not be in this mess that we are in now. I would be pregnant, if not have just given birth to a child. What would our children look like? Would they have his eyes, and my brain? Or, if we had a little boy, would he too look so much like his dad, the way his dad looked like his grandfather?' Mac suddenly realized how she was thinking. Not thinking 'maybe', but thinking 'when'. She knew that no matter what happened
between them, they would make it through it. They always did.
Grabbing her keys out of her pocket, she hurried back to her car. In less than ten minutes, she was in front of Harm's door. As she raised her hand to knock, she noticed her hand shaking. Taking a deep breath, she knocked. And waited. There was no sound from inside. She pulled her keys out again, and slowly unlocked his door. 'Does this qualify as
an emergency? Yes, it does.' Mac rationalized. As she peeked her head inside, she did not see Harm. "Harm?" she called out. There was no answer. 'Maybe he went out somewhere.' Mac closed the door behind her and walked over to the couch. She laid down on it, and soon fell asleep.
Hours later, Mac awoke. Groggily looking around, she realized she was still at Harm's apartment, and it was dark. Her internal clock told her that it was 2345. Her sore muscles let her know falling asleep on the couch was not a good idea as she walked towards the bathroom. Passing the bed, she realized it was still empty. 'Where is he?' On her way
back out of the bathroom, she gave into temptation went to his closet to grab one of his Navy shirts and some sweatpants. Slipping them on, she hung her uniform up and crawled between the sheets to sleep some more.
When she awoke a few hours later, the sun was starting to come in through the windows across the apartment, but still no sign of Harm. Trying not to assume anything, she got dressed for work. Before she walked out the door, she left a note on his counter, where he would see it as he walked in.
Harm,
If you are reading this, then you are home. I was here last night, waiting for you. I will be back tonight.
Mac