Title: Crouching Tiger
Author: Marissa
E-mail: marissa113@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13 for now
Category: Action/Adventure, Story, Romance (Harm/Mac)
Summary: When Harm is accused of being a Russian spy, Mac's world comes crashing down around her and she begins to questions where her true loyalties lie.
Disclaimer: I don't own JAG. No infringement intended.
Authors Note: I got the idea for this shortly after hearing about the FBI agent who was selling US secrets to the Russians. I know that the idea behind this story is somewhat implausible, but just bare with me okay? Also, much of the text that is supposed to be in Russian is actually in English because all of the dictionaries I found were using the Russian alphabet, and therefor impossible to use. Also, the title has nothing to do with the movie Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. I just thought that it was a cool name and thought that it fit my story. Sorry if it pisses anyone off.
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Harm quickly entered his apartment and made sure to lock the door behind him. Once his eyes adjusted to the dark he noticed the shadowy figure sitting on his couch. His hand instinctively went to the pistol tucked in the waistband of his pants.
"Is it true?" the figure asked, its voice shaky with unshed tears.
Harm recognized the voice. "Mac?"
"Harm, I have to know. Is it true?"
Harm sighed heavily. "It's true."
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Eighteen hours earlier.....
Mac entered the JAG bullpen and immediately realized that something was wrong. Everyone was there, the Admiral, Gunny, Bud, but no one was doing anything. Instead they all watched as dark-suited men carried out boxes from Harm's office.
"Excuse me ma'am."
Mac spun around and found herself face to face with a FBI badge.
"I'm Special Agent Phillips. May I ask your business here?"
"She's with me," the Admiral interrupted. "Colonel, I need you to come with me."
Bewildered, Mac followed the Admiral into his office.
"Have a seat," he said, gesturing for Mac to sit down. "Colonel, how well do you know Commander Rabb?"
"As well as anyone I suppose. We've been partners and friends for a number of years. Why do you ask?"
The Admiral removed his glasses and carefully placed them upon his desk. "Commander Rabb has been accused of being a Russian Intelligence Agent and there's a warrant out for his arrest."
Mac laughed nervously. "That's ridiculous sir. Surely you don't believe it?"
A knock on the door caused Mac to look up. Without bothering for conformation from the Admiral, in walked Clayton Webb.
"Webb," said Cheggwiden, acknowledging the agent.
Webb took in Mac's grim features. "I'm sorry Mac."
"I don't believe it. There's no way. Harm?" Mac choked out.
"I can understand your disbelief Mac," the Admiral started.
Mac shook her head and abruptly left. The Admiral gave Webb an exasperated look.
"I'll try," Webb said as he followed Mac out the door. He finally found her in the women's restroom. He walked in just as she was wiping a tear away with the back of her hand. She noticed him in the mirror.
"What are you doing in here?" she asked, turning to face him.
"Mac, I know it's hard. I was just as shocked to hear this as you were. Harm was your friend as well as mine and we're both feeling a little bit betrayed right now."
"You're treating him like he's the enemy."
"Mac, he is the enemy. Do you have any idea how much sensitive information he got though me? Though you and your jobs? We may never recover."
Mac shook her head. "I just can't believe it. All these years I thought I knew him. He was my best friend Webb."
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Mac watched with a blank stare from her office as the FBI concluded its investigation of Harm's office. Everyone returned to their previous duties, but Mac saw many of them occasionally glance her way. Their concern was not lost on Mac. She herself was in a state of shock. Harm a Russian? How? Webb was right, she did feel betrayed. Their entire friendship, or supposed friendship she corrected herself, had been a lie. All this time and not even a hint of Harm's true self. What about his brother? Or his father? What was the explanation for that? She needed to see Harm, to have him tell her that it was all just one huge mistake.
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Harm scanned the crowd with the eyes of a man that had spent his entire life looking over his shoulder. Spotting nothing of concern, he sat down on a nearby bench, but didn't relax. Less than two hours ago everything had been perfectly normal, but after a single phone call all hell had broken loose.
2 Hours earlier.....
"Hello?"
"Agent M, your position has been compromised. Leave immediately. Your cover is blown. Contact us when you're in a safe position," the voice spoke rapidly in Russian.
"Oh shit," Harm swore. He dropped the receiver and sprinted to his bedroom where he donned the first pair of clothes, a sweater and jeans, his hands come in contact with. He forced his mind to think quickly, grabbed his wallet and made he way towards he back window and down the fire escape. He wasn't sure how much of a forewarning his agency, the newly formed RVS, formally the KGB, had given him. Probably enough, Harm thought, but it was a good bet that someone was probably watching the place from the front. Once he was clear of the building he walked towards the nearest Metro station and from there to Arlington Cemetery which, he hoped, was the most unlikely place to find a Russian spy.
This was where he currently still was, sitting on a bench and watching the various tours go by. Where had he gone wrong? Harm thought. When had he slipped up? Hopefully his agency would know, if he ever managed to contact them again. He shook his head to clear the thoughts that came pouring into his head. He needed to think rationally now. First and most importantly he needed to leave the country and to do that he needed...."Govno," Harm swore in Russian. All of his passports were still back in his apartment. In all his haste he had forgotten his most needed item. He knew what he needed to do, but it wasn't going to be fun or easy. Groaning inwardly, he left the bench and headed back towards the Metro station.
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Present Day.....
Harm spent the entire day staking out his apartment building. He watched the FBI come with their search warrant, taking away all the evidence they thought of value. It took over four hours for them to leave and when they finally did they left behind two agents to watch the place. Harm waited until well after dark before making his move. Luckily for him the heavy clouds covered most of the moonlight. Even so, Harm was cautious as he made his way up the fire escape. The window to his apartment was dark and locked, but Harm had anticipated that. He then carefully climbed to the roof. He kept low, hoping that the angle at which he was at kept the two FBI agents below from seeing him. He felt his way though the dark until he came upon the trap door leading to the elevator shaft. Being the good spy that he was, he had spent many an hour going over the building inside and out until he knew it better than the back of his own hand. Lifting the door, he climbed down the ladder until he was next to the elevator doors marked with a large yellow two. He put his ear to the door and listened until he was certain that no one was in the hallway, then pressed the red emergency open button. The lock on his apartment door could have been picked by a child and didn't cause Harm any trouble as he forced his way in. He entered the darkened apartment and made sure to lock the door behind him.
"Is it true?"
Harm's heart leapt to his throat until he recognized the voice. Relief and concern flooded him at the same time. "Mac?"
"Harm, I have to know, is it true?"
There was no point in lying to her now. "It's true."
"But how? How could you betray your count-" Mac stopped mid-sentence.
"It's not my country Mac." Harm could tell that she was barely in control of herself. I suppose it's not every day that you find out that your friend is a spy from another country, he thought. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way. It was never my intention."
"Never your intention to what? Tell me?" Now she sounded angry.
"No, it was never my intention to hurt you."
Mac sighed. "Well, if it makes any difference, you were pretty convincing. You even had Webb fooled."
"It's my job remember?"
Mac shook her head. "I just can't believe it. All this time...you're not even American are you?"
"No. I was born and raised just outside of Moscow." His superiors would kill him if they knew that he was giving out information so easily, but it wasn't like he was ever going to see Mac again. That's when it hit him. He wasn't ever going to see Mac again.
"So you speak Russian?"
"Of course," Harm replied, also in Russian. "Now if you'll excuse me, I really need to get going," he said, heading towards his bedroom.
Mac stepped in his path. "I'm not letting you leave."
"What are you going to do? Call the police?" His blue eyes bore into her own brown ones.
"No," she replied softly.
"How'd you get in here anyway?" he asked, brushing past her. "I know the FBI didn't let you just waltz right in."
"I managed."
He flashed her a smile as he began throwing clothes into a small suitcase. She wasn't half bad, for an American, Harm thought. It was a shame that she hadn't been born on the other side.
Mac watched him as he went into his bathroom and removed a title from the floor near his bathtub. Below it was a small compartment containing his falsified travel documents. Packing those in this suitcase he made ready to leave.
"I guess this is it."
"You don't really expect me to just sit here and watch you leave do you?"
"Mac please," Harm pleaded. "Don't make me do anything that I'll regret later." He watched her eyes for any reaction, but found none. She thinks that I can't hurt her, he thought. Unfortunately, she was right. He made his way to the door and was just about to place his hand on the doorknob when Mac came up behind him and before he could even think to do anything she had pulled the pistol from his belt and now had it aimed at his head.
"Marine training can teach you a lot," she said. Her voice shook, but her hands holding the gun remained steady. "I really hate to do this to you Harm, but as an American citizen and an officer of the United Sates Marine Corps, I can't stand here and let you leave."
"I never would have expected any less of you Sarah," Harm replied. The use of her first name made her lose her concentration for a moment and Harm used that to his advantage. His right arm came up, striking Mac's wrist with the flat of his hand, cause her to drop the gun. A well-aimed kick sent it spinning across the floor. He then side-stepped to the left and used his moment and larger mass to push Mac's body up against the door. He held her there, his body keeping hers from moving.
"Russian spy training can teach you a lot," he said, repeated her earlier statement.
Mac looked straight into Harm's eyes. It wasn't hard seeing how close they were. "I know that you're not going to hurt me."
"That's true, but I do have to leave and I know that you're determined not to let me."
"Seems like we're at an impasse."
"Maybe, but you're forgetting that I have the upper advantage here. Turn around." Mac did so almost...Harm searched for the word...seductively. He swallowed hard. Standing this close to Mac with his body pressed up against hers like it was, was making the task at hand more and more difficult by the moment. After all, Mac was a beautiful woman and he was only a man. Harm shook his head to clear any other unprofessional thoughts. He took Mac's arms and placed them police fashion behind her back. Holding them firmly he guided her towards his kitchen. He didn't have any rope, but Harm was resourceful and the pile of dishtowels on his counter could work just fine. Gathering a handful he led Mac to his nearest dinning room chair.
"Sit down," he ordered. Silently she did so. Carefully he began to bind her to the chair using the towels. When he was done she was tied securely to the chair. He sat back on his heels for a moment and looked up at her.
"What next?" she asked.
"Next I leave."
"I don't believe you can." As much as Harm hated to admit it, she had a point. It would be difficult to leave her. Very difficult indeed.
"Meeting someone like you was never supposed to happen," he said softly.
Mac's eyes changed from their mocking expression to something that Harm dared call affection. "Harm isn't your real name is it?"
Harm shook his head. "No."
"What is it?"
"I can't tell you that."
Mac nodded, taking in all in stride. "What about your father? Can explain that to me?"
"Harmon Rabb Senior was a name I picked from a list of MIA's. He wasn't really my father. The pictures you saw were computer aged photographs of me. The woman you met in Russia was paid so we could end the whole damn thing. It was getting far to complicated."
"What about your mother? Is she..."
"Russian?" Harm finished for her. "No. She was a Jane Doe we found in a hospital suffering from amnesia. We brainwashed her into thinking that I was her son."
"That's awful."
"I know. It's not something I was ever very proud of."
"Your brother isn't really your bother either, is he?"
Harm shook his head. "He's a friend of mine. We thought that it'd be fun."
"Fun? Is that was this is to you? Just some game you play?" Mac's voice rose loudly.
Harm rose quickly and clapped his hand on her mouth to silence her. "Shhhh," he whispered in her ear. "No, this isn't a game. I take it very seriously, which is why I have to go. Perhaps in another life we could've met under better circumstances," he said softly, his lips very close to her ear. Hell with it, he thought, he was never going to see this woman again. Softly, he placed a kiss on her ear. Finding no protest he moved his lips to her temple, then to her cheek. He removed his hand from her mouth and placed it on the back of her neck. She turned her head towards him, allowing him full access to her mouth, which he took. Their lips touched briefly first before parting. Liking what he felt, Harm kissed her again, this time inching his tongue out to meet her parted lips. She met him halfway there. Only their bodies desperate need for oxygen finally broke them apart.
"Take me with you," Mac whispered.
"I can't," replied Harm, though he wished with every atom in his body that he could. He stood to leave and in doing so gave her a final kiss on the forehead. "I'm sorry," he said, reaching down to wipe away the single tear coursing down her cheek.
"I love you," Mac said, her voice choked with sadness.
Now Harm could feel the sting of tears in his own eyes. "I love you too." As he walked to the door the Admiral's warning of "don't look back" echoed in his head. Once again however, he failed to take that advice. Mac was still watching him, but now her tears were streaming down her face. That was how he left here and that was how Clayton Webb found her several hours later.
Author: Marissa
E-mail: marissa113@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13 for now
Category: Action/Adventure, Story, Romance (Harm/Mac)
Summary: When Harm is accused of being a Russian spy, Mac's world comes crashing down around her and she begins to questions where her true loyalties lie.
Disclaimer: I don't own JAG. No infringement intended.
Authors Note: I got the idea for this shortly after hearing about the FBI agent who was selling US secrets to the Russians. I know that the idea behind this story is somewhat implausible, but just bare with me okay? Also, much of the text that is supposed to be in Russian is actually in English because all of the dictionaries I found were using the Russian alphabet, and therefor impossible to use. Also, the title has nothing to do with the movie Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. I just thought that it was a cool name and thought that it fit my story. Sorry if it pisses anyone off.
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Harm quickly entered his apartment and made sure to lock the door behind him. Once his eyes adjusted to the dark he noticed the shadowy figure sitting on his couch. His hand instinctively went to the pistol tucked in the waistband of his pants.
"Is it true?" the figure asked, its voice shaky with unshed tears.
Harm recognized the voice. "Mac?"
"Harm, I have to know. Is it true?"
Harm sighed heavily. "It's true."
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Eighteen hours earlier.....
Mac entered the JAG bullpen and immediately realized that something was wrong. Everyone was there, the Admiral, Gunny, Bud, but no one was doing anything. Instead they all watched as dark-suited men carried out boxes from Harm's office.
"Excuse me ma'am."
Mac spun around and found herself face to face with a FBI badge.
"I'm Special Agent Phillips. May I ask your business here?"
"She's with me," the Admiral interrupted. "Colonel, I need you to come with me."
Bewildered, Mac followed the Admiral into his office.
"Have a seat," he said, gesturing for Mac to sit down. "Colonel, how well do you know Commander Rabb?"
"As well as anyone I suppose. We've been partners and friends for a number of years. Why do you ask?"
The Admiral removed his glasses and carefully placed them upon his desk. "Commander Rabb has been accused of being a Russian Intelligence Agent and there's a warrant out for his arrest."
Mac laughed nervously. "That's ridiculous sir. Surely you don't believe it?"
A knock on the door caused Mac to look up. Without bothering for conformation from the Admiral, in walked Clayton Webb.
"Webb," said Cheggwiden, acknowledging the agent.
Webb took in Mac's grim features. "I'm sorry Mac."
"I don't believe it. There's no way. Harm?" Mac choked out.
"I can understand your disbelief Mac," the Admiral started.
Mac shook her head and abruptly left. The Admiral gave Webb an exasperated look.
"I'll try," Webb said as he followed Mac out the door. He finally found her in the women's restroom. He walked in just as she was wiping a tear away with the back of her hand. She noticed him in the mirror.
"What are you doing in here?" she asked, turning to face him.
"Mac, I know it's hard. I was just as shocked to hear this as you were. Harm was your friend as well as mine and we're both feeling a little bit betrayed right now."
"You're treating him like he's the enemy."
"Mac, he is the enemy. Do you have any idea how much sensitive information he got though me? Though you and your jobs? We may never recover."
Mac shook her head. "I just can't believe it. All these years I thought I knew him. He was my best friend Webb."
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Mac watched with a blank stare from her office as the FBI concluded its investigation of Harm's office. Everyone returned to their previous duties, but Mac saw many of them occasionally glance her way. Their concern was not lost on Mac. She herself was in a state of shock. Harm a Russian? How? Webb was right, she did feel betrayed. Their entire friendship, or supposed friendship she corrected herself, had been a lie. All this time and not even a hint of Harm's true self. What about his brother? Or his father? What was the explanation for that? She needed to see Harm, to have him tell her that it was all just one huge mistake.
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Harm scanned the crowd with the eyes of a man that had spent his entire life looking over his shoulder. Spotting nothing of concern, he sat down on a nearby bench, but didn't relax. Less than two hours ago everything had been perfectly normal, but after a single phone call all hell had broken loose.
2 Hours earlier.....
"Hello?"
"Agent M, your position has been compromised. Leave immediately. Your cover is blown. Contact us when you're in a safe position," the voice spoke rapidly in Russian.
"Oh shit," Harm swore. He dropped the receiver and sprinted to his bedroom where he donned the first pair of clothes, a sweater and jeans, his hands come in contact with. He forced his mind to think quickly, grabbed his wallet and made he way towards he back window and down the fire escape. He wasn't sure how much of a forewarning his agency, the newly formed RVS, formally the KGB, had given him. Probably enough, Harm thought, but it was a good bet that someone was probably watching the place from the front. Once he was clear of the building he walked towards the nearest Metro station and from there to Arlington Cemetery which, he hoped, was the most unlikely place to find a Russian spy.
This was where he currently still was, sitting on a bench and watching the various tours go by. Where had he gone wrong? Harm thought. When had he slipped up? Hopefully his agency would know, if he ever managed to contact them again. He shook his head to clear the thoughts that came pouring into his head. He needed to think rationally now. First and most importantly he needed to leave the country and to do that he needed...."Govno," Harm swore in Russian. All of his passports were still back in his apartment. In all his haste he had forgotten his most needed item. He knew what he needed to do, but it wasn't going to be fun or easy. Groaning inwardly, he left the bench and headed back towards the Metro station.
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Present Day.....
Harm spent the entire day staking out his apartment building. He watched the FBI come with their search warrant, taking away all the evidence they thought of value. It took over four hours for them to leave and when they finally did they left behind two agents to watch the place. Harm waited until well after dark before making his move. Luckily for him the heavy clouds covered most of the moonlight. Even so, Harm was cautious as he made his way up the fire escape. The window to his apartment was dark and locked, but Harm had anticipated that. He then carefully climbed to the roof. He kept low, hoping that the angle at which he was at kept the two FBI agents below from seeing him. He felt his way though the dark until he came upon the trap door leading to the elevator shaft. Being the good spy that he was, he had spent many an hour going over the building inside and out until he knew it better than the back of his own hand. Lifting the door, he climbed down the ladder until he was next to the elevator doors marked with a large yellow two. He put his ear to the door and listened until he was certain that no one was in the hallway, then pressed the red emergency open button. The lock on his apartment door could have been picked by a child and didn't cause Harm any trouble as he forced his way in. He entered the darkened apartment and made sure to lock the door behind him.
"Is it true?"
Harm's heart leapt to his throat until he recognized the voice. Relief and concern flooded him at the same time. "Mac?"
"Harm, I have to know, is it true?"
There was no point in lying to her now. "It's true."
"But how? How could you betray your count-" Mac stopped mid-sentence.
"It's not my country Mac." Harm could tell that she was barely in control of herself. I suppose it's not every day that you find out that your friend is a spy from another country, he thought. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way. It was never my intention."
"Never your intention to what? Tell me?" Now she sounded angry.
"No, it was never my intention to hurt you."
Mac sighed. "Well, if it makes any difference, you were pretty convincing. You even had Webb fooled."
"It's my job remember?"
Mac shook her head. "I just can't believe it. All this time...you're not even American are you?"
"No. I was born and raised just outside of Moscow." His superiors would kill him if they knew that he was giving out information so easily, but it wasn't like he was ever going to see Mac again. That's when it hit him. He wasn't ever going to see Mac again.
"So you speak Russian?"
"Of course," Harm replied, also in Russian. "Now if you'll excuse me, I really need to get going," he said, heading towards his bedroom.
Mac stepped in his path. "I'm not letting you leave."
"What are you going to do? Call the police?" His blue eyes bore into her own brown ones.
"No," she replied softly.
"How'd you get in here anyway?" he asked, brushing past her. "I know the FBI didn't let you just waltz right in."
"I managed."
He flashed her a smile as he began throwing clothes into a small suitcase. She wasn't half bad, for an American, Harm thought. It was a shame that she hadn't been born on the other side.
Mac watched him as he went into his bathroom and removed a title from the floor near his bathtub. Below it was a small compartment containing his falsified travel documents. Packing those in this suitcase he made ready to leave.
"I guess this is it."
"You don't really expect me to just sit here and watch you leave do you?"
"Mac please," Harm pleaded. "Don't make me do anything that I'll regret later." He watched her eyes for any reaction, but found none. She thinks that I can't hurt her, he thought. Unfortunately, she was right. He made his way to the door and was just about to place his hand on the doorknob when Mac came up behind him and before he could even think to do anything she had pulled the pistol from his belt and now had it aimed at his head.
"Marine training can teach you a lot," she said. Her voice shook, but her hands holding the gun remained steady. "I really hate to do this to you Harm, but as an American citizen and an officer of the United Sates Marine Corps, I can't stand here and let you leave."
"I never would have expected any less of you Sarah," Harm replied. The use of her first name made her lose her concentration for a moment and Harm used that to his advantage. His right arm came up, striking Mac's wrist with the flat of his hand, cause her to drop the gun. A well-aimed kick sent it spinning across the floor. He then side-stepped to the left and used his moment and larger mass to push Mac's body up against the door. He held her there, his body keeping hers from moving.
"Russian spy training can teach you a lot," he said, repeated her earlier statement.
Mac looked straight into Harm's eyes. It wasn't hard seeing how close they were. "I know that you're not going to hurt me."
"That's true, but I do have to leave and I know that you're determined not to let me."
"Seems like we're at an impasse."
"Maybe, but you're forgetting that I have the upper advantage here. Turn around." Mac did so almost...Harm searched for the word...seductively. He swallowed hard. Standing this close to Mac with his body pressed up against hers like it was, was making the task at hand more and more difficult by the moment. After all, Mac was a beautiful woman and he was only a man. Harm shook his head to clear any other unprofessional thoughts. He took Mac's arms and placed them police fashion behind her back. Holding them firmly he guided her towards his kitchen. He didn't have any rope, but Harm was resourceful and the pile of dishtowels on his counter could work just fine. Gathering a handful he led Mac to his nearest dinning room chair.
"Sit down," he ordered. Silently she did so. Carefully he began to bind her to the chair using the towels. When he was done she was tied securely to the chair. He sat back on his heels for a moment and looked up at her.
"What next?" she asked.
"Next I leave."
"I don't believe you can." As much as Harm hated to admit it, she had a point. It would be difficult to leave her. Very difficult indeed.
"Meeting someone like you was never supposed to happen," he said softly.
Mac's eyes changed from their mocking expression to something that Harm dared call affection. "Harm isn't your real name is it?"
Harm shook his head. "No."
"What is it?"
"I can't tell you that."
Mac nodded, taking in all in stride. "What about your father? Can explain that to me?"
"Harmon Rabb Senior was a name I picked from a list of MIA's. He wasn't really my father. The pictures you saw were computer aged photographs of me. The woman you met in Russia was paid so we could end the whole damn thing. It was getting far to complicated."
"What about your mother? Is she..."
"Russian?" Harm finished for her. "No. She was a Jane Doe we found in a hospital suffering from amnesia. We brainwashed her into thinking that I was her son."
"That's awful."
"I know. It's not something I was ever very proud of."
"Your brother isn't really your bother either, is he?"
Harm shook his head. "He's a friend of mine. We thought that it'd be fun."
"Fun? Is that was this is to you? Just some game you play?" Mac's voice rose loudly.
Harm rose quickly and clapped his hand on her mouth to silence her. "Shhhh," he whispered in her ear. "No, this isn't a game. I take it very seriously, which is why I have to go. Perhaps in another life we could've met under better circumstances," he said softly, his lips very close to her ear. Hell with it, he thought, he was never going to see this woman again. Softly, he placed a kiss on her ear. Finding no protest he moved his lips to her temple, then to her cheek. He removed his hand from her mouth and placed it on the back of her neck. She turned her head towards him, allowing him full access to her mouth, which he took. Their lips touched briefly first before parting. Liking what he felt, Harm kissed her again, this time inching his tongue out to meet her parted lips. She met him halfway there. Only their bodies desperate need for oxygen finally broke them apart.
"Take me with you," Mac whispered.
"I can't," replied Harm, though he wished with every atom in his body that he could. He stood to leave and in doing so gave her a final kiss on the forehead. "I'm sorry," he said, reaching down to wipe away the single tear coursing down her cheek.
"I love you," Mac said, her voice choked with sadness.
Now Harm could feel the sting of tears in his own eyes. "I love you too." As he walked to the door the Admiral's warning of "don't look back" echoed in his head. Once again however, he failed to take that advice. Mac was still watching him, but now her tears were streaming down her face. That was how he left here and that was how Clayton Webb found her several hours later.